I will revealed the complete synopsis: A Legendary unknown power that will end the war between nations and the era of heroes will begin.!!(according to his fantasies) aka The author struggling to write novels with his girlfriend. The author is a college student in the Philippines who is fantasizing and imagining things from his mind  but struggling day to day task to writing because of the stigmatism about writers, novels and poems in the philippines. 

This is like Ero-manga sensei or mangaka-san with a male protagonist this novel it will be having some little ecchi. It is pure fantasy novel made by the author. 


Until he graduated and an international company hired him as one of the official novelists in the philippines. 

This is now my official novel.

What a charming evening. The ballroom of the Miyami Kurikawa Hotel in the middle of Tokyo City is full of dazzling crowds. Hundreds of invited guests wore the best clothes and journalists flocked to certain spots to carry out interviews. 

The red carpet stretches from the entrance to the innermost room. There were so many public figures who were special guests. They are actors, actresses, sportsmen, designers, photographers, models, YouTubers, magazine editors, food enthusiasts, bloggers, comic artists, novelists, and many more. However, they are celebrities in their respective fields.

One of the most popular is Renji Isamu. A BL Novelist Sensei and a senior at the publishing company Mayumi who was awarded the prestigious Kikukawa award tonight.

The beautiful women who surrounded him were even more sullen than the reporters. They cling to the scent of various brands of perfume and the latest lipstick colors just to get his attention. In hand, each carrying a novel 1050 pages thick stamped a best seller with a sales rate of 35 reprints throughout 2018.

Really extraordinary indeed. Especially with that handsome look. His golden eyes that gleamed under the lights were even more charming than the actors on the stage there.

Renji Isamu who had stepped off the stage after receiving a sparkling trophy. Its charm flashes like a red rose swarmed by bees far away. Beautiful, but he looked uncomfortable. His smile was fake when he scribbled all the novels with his signature. And every time the reporter asked something, he answered casually. Indifferent, seem indifferent, but everyone still admires.
Haru, his most loyal friend and personal manager politely asks them to stay away. They also protested, but what if the rundown of the event had changed. 

Renji Isamu has to move the panel towards a special celebration session. At another hotel, a party awaits and is organized by the publishing company that houses it.

All novelists in Japan must be jealous these days. Even though they only watch the program on television or stream on social media. Their saliva was probably dripping seeing the man walking out on the red carpet. With the reporters still on chase, the screaming fans, the eager bodyguards separating the crowd and Haru insisting on towing him into the limousine.

The long-bodied luxury car awaits. The door opened one and Renji walked in with a nervous push from Haru. When it was about to close, the fans looked like they were clawing. 

As soon as the wheels were running, Haru took a deep breath. "Oh my God ... today was really tiring," he complained. And when he glanced, Renji was just silent. He looked out the window with empty eyes. The gleaming trophy in his hand looked even more valuable than a junk. "Ren, are you okay?"

Stupid question. 

Haru knew that. 

Renji Isamu. That man. What a million people want, but his heart only wants one woman. 

Jean Liew. The two of them have been in touch for the past 7 years. Precisely since the beginning, he entered undergraduate course.

Unfortunately three days ago the woman dumped him. With one hard throw, the ring on her finger flew down to the riverbed. The beautiful pendant around her neck was pulled roughly. Then stepped under the feet.

"You really are disgusting!" shouted Jean before leaving. Renji has forgotten how it came from. To be sure everything feels like a dream. Those who had endured that long faded away in the end. 

Haru can only be quiet watching all of it. "Ren, let's go home ..." said Haru. But Renji seemed blind and deaf. The man was just silent and picked up the remaining broken locket. Looking at him in the palm without blinking, even Haru hugged him. 

"I know you're hurt. But hold on, okay? The day after tomorrow is a big reward for you."


Dewi Maharani. Gadis desa. Usia 25 tahun. Dia telah merantau ke Kota Jakarta sejak masih SMA. 

Dia sangat mandiri. Selama merantau kerja sebagai Dance Trainer atau Pelatih Tarian koreografi untuk acara panggung di stasiun televisi. 

Pada suatu hari, Dewi telat menuju lokasi gladi resik. Dia membuat para anggota tari bingung karena ban mobilnya bocor di tengah jalan. 

Uring-uringan, Dewi mendadak diklakson seorang pria yang kebetulan lewat dengan menggunakan mobil yang tipenya sama persis dengan miliknya.

"Butuh bantuan...?" tanya pria itu dari dalam mobil. 

Dewi pun meminta tolong untuk menderek mobilnya, sekaligus mengantarkan dirinya ke lokasi gladi resik. 

Saat sampai ke tujuan, pria itu mendadak dikerubungi seluruh murid-murid didikannya.

"Kak Ari! Kak Ari! Kak Ari!" seru mereka.

Ternyata Ari adalah Dance Trainer yang sebelumnya di tempat ini! Dan dia hari ini diundang datang untuk menjadi bintang tamu acara yang mereka bawakan!

Bagaimana bisa Dewi tidak tahu?!

Hello everyone! Thank you for my choosing to read this novel. I am super excited to go on this journey with my readers, but I would like to ask for everyone's patience. This is my first time writing a novel, and I am still a student. I will try my best to keep up consistent updates, but I am also very busy in everyday life. Also, I am not great with my writing technique yet, but I hope you will all be understanding. If you see any parts of the story that seem similar to other stories you have read, please understand that I am not trying to copy any other authors. I fully respect every author and would never purposely steal any ideas. I am just trying to learn the most I can from my favorite novelists. With that said, I would like to remind everyone to leave comments to let me know how I can improve! To add to that, the storyline is not yet set in stone, so feel free to add suggestions on how you would like the story to progress. Thank you all! I'm so excited to share this story with you! If this goes well, I have a few other ideas for other stories. So without further ado, here we go!

"All good things must come to an end."

~ Chapter 1 ~

        Wen Kaixin used to be so happy.
        Back then, she was that chubby little girl who could make the whole neighborhood laugh at her silly antics.
        Sometimes, she would strut around in front of their house wearing her mother's stilettos with a thick make up on her face. The old grandmas would have a good laugh while watching the cute little girl act like a mature adult, which was really hilarious to look at.
        But gone are those days of her blissful life.
        Now, at the age of 29, the previous bubbly little girl had become one of the successful web novelists out there.
        Having written quite a number of outstanding works, it could be said that Wen Kaixin had already built a name for herself.
        Her works mainly revolved in romance, and most of them have happy endings.
        However, a month ago, Wen Kaixin's readers caused a great commotion on the forums.
        All of them were asking for their beloved author's whereabouts!
        A few months had passed already and yet, there was still no news about her!
        Her readers thought that she was just busy in real life that's why she was not able to do her daily updates.
        But after the few days of waiting turned into months, they started to have some doubts in their hearts.
        Did something happen to Author Wen?
        Unbeknownst to them, the writer they had been waiting for would never come back.
        Wen Kaixin would never be back again.
        ...
        The woman being talked about was lying on her king size bed, staring blankly at the bare white ceiling of her room. 
        Countless story drafts and notes were strewn across the floor of her bedroom, not leaving a single space unoccupied.
        The woman appeared to be lost in thought as her eyes were not fully focused. The hand which was holding her phone by her side had also visibly tensed up.
        Unknowingly, another bout of tears streamed down her face as a painful sob escaped her lips.
        Wen Kaixin remembered another happy memory she had of her husband who had died a few months back.
        He was not only her husband, he was her editor, her confidante, her best friend, her mentor, her business partner...
        He was her everything.
        After losing her parents at such a young age of 9 and taken in by her distant relatives until she turned 18, Wen Kaixin thought that she would never find the solace of home and family.
        Although her distant relatives were good to her, it was only because she had inherited the money of her parents. She lived in their house as though she was nothing but a tenant who monthly pays for her food and lodging.
        As for why they did not think of forcefully taking away the money, it had something to do with Wen Kaixin herself.
        At such a young age, although others viewed her as a mischievous chubby little girl, Wen Kaixin was actually being trained by her father about business matters.
        Their business had something to do with publication. The Little Kaixin was very much interested in books that she would often follow her father to their company to have a look at how these books were being made. Of course, she would also beg her father to let her read the yet to be released books. 
        Father Wen always relented, but in return, Little Kaixin should be willing to learn business with him.
        Little Kaixin was caught in a dilemma. 
        She only wanted to read and was not willing to use her reading time to learn some business that only adults do.
        But her love for books overpowered her unwillingness.
        Thus, Little Kaixin learned business from Father Wen so she could read the books in the company.
        However, a tragedy happened.
        The publication company that their family owned was caught in a huge fire! Every single thing had turned into ashes. Many of the company workers had died, including the president, Wen Shuji, and his wife, Xue Yun.
        As if a work of fate, the Little Kaixin was out on her school trip and was thus spared from this incident.
        With no other descendants, Wen Shuji's and Xue Yun's assets were given to their only child, Wen Kaixin.
        But because of her young age, it would not be possible for her to live by herself and so, Wen Kaixin decided to live with her distant Aunt from her mother's side, Xue Yu.
        With the knowledge passed down by her father, Wen Kaixin was not in a rush to spend the money she got. Instead, she planned on how to make it grow by means of investments.
        Dealing with her Auntie Xue Yu was easy. She only had to give her 'enough' money and her Auntie would not really care much about what she would do.
        Living like that for almost a decade, after she had turned 18, Wen Kaixin left that household and decided to live by herself.
        The projects she had invested into had considerably profited and it was also at this time that she finished her studies.
        After graduating with an MBA degree, Wen Kaixin decided to remake her father's business. But with the recent advancement in technology and the rise of globalization, she opted to follow the trend.
        Wen Kaixin invested in web-based publication.
        It was also then that she met Jun Yiran, her late husband, who was her business partner then.
        Memories after memories of how they started their business, of how they spent most of their time together, of how they realized their feelings for each other... all came flooding into her, almost drowning her in sorrow.
        Wen Kaixin became a writer because of him. He told her that he loved to read her stories so much. This pushed Wen Kaixin to start her journey to becoming one of the successful web novelists in the present times.
        It could be said that there won't be an "Author Wen" today if not for Jun Yiran.
        But now that Jun Yiran left, Author Wen had also departed the scene...
        Never to be seen again.

Chiba would definitely listen to whatever Kimura said.
To be honest, she was not very familiar with the industry of light novels. Typically, one needed to understand everything about the profession they were getting themselves into when they decided to join it. Some would even mingle in various group chats created solely for light novelists. However, Chiba only joined one chat group since the beginning. That group was formed by Yuriko and her.
The main reason was that Chiba was only writing light novels as a hobby. A high school student in the junior year was expected to prioritize her studies, not her hobby. Hence, Chiba never replied to all the private messages from the group "Let's Be A Light Novelist."
She had been thinking about contacting them after she had finished this story. She never expected that Kimura would take the initiative to meet her.
She had heard about Seikisha before, naturally. The company had contacted her previously, but she did not bother about it.
After that, Kimura showed Chiba the Vision Spell before they went to Chiyoda District. They arrived at the main entrance of Seikisha in a short while. They gained a lot of attention from the others as both of them were teenagers wearing school uniforms. Soon enough, Kimura was recognized by them. After all, it had only been two days since the Jade Dragon Flag Competition. Although the competition had ended, the buzz around it had yet to fade.
The crowd did not disturb him despite having recognized him.
However, some of them wondered if Kimura had some relationship with Seikisha. After all, Kimura's reputation had benefited from the Peak Kendo Showdown that was held by Seikisha at Akihabara Square back then. His performance was recorded and uploaded to the internet as the first part of the marketing publicity stunt for "The Sword Saga."
The publicity campaign for "The Sword Saga" had ended. "The Sword Saga" would be out in July, two weeks, with many people looking forward to this new animation. The company was preparing for the release with great pains as Seikisha would be in trouble if 'The Sword Saga' garnered negative reviews from the public.
Soon, Kimura and Chiba went to the front desk and stated their reason for visiting. The director, Muraoka Hiroshi, walking briskly, came over in five minutes. His
eyes beamed with happiness, and he said with a big smile on his face, "How are you, Kimura-Kun..." Then, he looked at Chiba and was surprised. He thought to himself, 'What a beautiful young girl.' He then realized that she was here together with Kimura, he could not help but laud Kimura mentally...
He was struck by a thought soon after. His expression changed slightly, and he asked carefully, surprised, "Are you... Miss Gentera?"
She's so young!
It's known that reality is different from light novels. Many young boys and girls are considered to be popular light novelists in the slice of life anime, but the readers know that it's all fake...Most light novelists are above 20 years old when they reach their fame. It's sporadic to find a young light novelist who had many talents like Chiba, who looked like a female high school student.
High school students have to attend classes and join social activities, some of them need to go for tuition too. How is it possible for her to find the time to write novels?
Mr. Hiroshi quickly brought them to his office to talk business. He was the manager of the marketing department and the director, holding a powerful position in the company. Usually, he was not the one responsible for discussing contracts with light novelists. The editor from the editorial department would often be the one in charge. However, since he was close to Kimura, it would not affect him a bit as long as he passed the contract to the editor after he had settled it.
However, he did not know much about the signing of contracts with light novelists. Thus, he called the editorial department and asked for an editor's input over at his office. 
"I never expected that Miss Gentera would be so young," Muraiko exclaimed, hanging up the phone. He was a fan of "Loading File Of Tokyo," but the writing style was so proficient that he never expected the writer to be a high school student.
However, he felt relieved when he thought about Kimura's extraordinary sword style. The people around him were undoubtedly remarkable as well.
Chiba sat on the sofa and gave a reserved smile. She locked her eyes on Kimura. Muraoka realized then that the results of today's meeting would be dependant on Kimura-Kun.
Kimura gave him a smile, asking, "Mr. Muraoka, July is only two weeks away from now. 'The Sword Saga' should be ready by now, right?"
Muraoka Hiroshi was briefly taken aback as he didn't realize the relevance of the question... But he saw the light soon and replied, "It's ready, especially for the voice actors. Most of the voice actors for "The Sword Saga" are relatively new in this industry, but their basic foundations are genuinely amazing. There's a very high possibility that 'The Sword Saga' will become the top anime in July."
Kimura nodded and said, "I'm relieved to hear that."
It seems like Fuyuno has joined the voice acting team of "The Sword Saga," she should have completed her current stage of life as well.
If that was the case, both Harunaka's and Fuyuno's wishes were fulfilled. He was not in a hurry now since only Akino's and Natsui's wishes were left.
Chiba was curious, but she did not make any further inquiry. All in all, she was just an ordinary young girl despite her talents, who needed Kimura's help for this meeting.
Before long, someone knocked on the door while they were chatting.
A female editor entered the office upon receiving Muraoka Hiroshi's reply. Unfortunately, she almost fell down upon entering the room. She held on to the doorknob to stabilize herself. However, either because the doorknob was broken or in otherwise lousy shape, it was torn off by her... At the next moment, a thump was heard as she fell on the ground.
All this happened within a matter of a few seconds. Chiba was bewildered when she witnessed it on the sofa. She moved towards Kimura unconsciously. But then she saw something that made her face turned pale...there was a little ghost on the female editor's shoulder! She was able to see it as Kimura had just performed the Vision Spell on her.
Chiba stared into her eyes out at the wraith, looking at it curiously, excitedly. She had not encountered a wraith since witnessing the demon at Akichi High School. She did not expect to see one here.
The little ghost had dark red skin and creepy blue eyes. It was pulling Ayumi Murakami's hairs with its thin arms and squatting on her left shoulder. It gave an eerie smile when it saw her fall to the floor.
Kimura had obviously noticed it too. He looked at it emotionlessly, with an odd look in his eyes.
There's no peculiar smell.
Apparently, it was a demon, but it did not have any peculiar smell. Apart from that, it had not even reached the First Foundation State to which he concluded that the reason the female editor fell was not the demon's fault...
Muraoka Hiroshi's turned ghastly pale. He understood that her fall was just an accident, but it might give Kimura-Kun and Miss Gentera a lousy impression about Seikisha.
When he laid his eyes on Ayumi Murakami, who was sitting on the floor and gasping for air after she fell, he said emotionlessly, "Editor Murakami, you don't have to be so excited even if you are a fan of Miss Gentera."


Time travelling from the majestic era after the Recuperation of Reiki, he became Kimura Kazuki, a 16-year-old high school student in Japan, one year before the Reiki Recuperation.

Tentatively, he set out to hone himself to the bone, burning candles at both ends to stockpile resources in preparation for the imminent Recuperation of Reiki. His goal was to be many steps ahead of all humanity when the time comes.

However, it seemed like fate had decided to play a cruel trick on him.

One year later, the Recuperation of Reiki... did not happen as expected.

Greetings everyone! DaisukiDayoSenpai here!
I never thought I'd live to see the way where I'd get my third contract from Webnovel. It wasn't as special as my first book where I was scouted from a different writing platform, nor was it as special as my second book, which won the 2020 year-end Cultivation Genre WPC albeit being in third place. This book was just a side book that I was writing because I thought of a pretty complex plot and I badly wanted to write it ASAP. Of course, I joined the Spirity Contest but I don't know if I have the chance to win it. I just joined for the experience and to improve my writing while writing this third novel.
But to my surprise, I received a Contract after publishing 10 chapters of this novel, approximately 15k words. I didn't know why I received a contract but I know receiving a contract is special. It might be normal for novelists here who've been writing for a long time now but this was still a special occasion for me.
That's why, to those few readers who added this book to their collection, I'm really grateful. This book is slow-paced at the start since I focused on character building and world-building but it might get fast-paced in the later chapters. With the third mystery murder out, I think things are bound to take a turn for the better as you readers get immersed in the world of Lucid Dreams, and the ever-changing reality, that is, the world we live in.
To further put some context into the story, I will summarize the plot here:
.....
Circumstances happened, which made Sakurai Yuuta blind. And his best friend, Shiki, felt great guilt eating away at him every time he sees the current state of his friend. Because of his disability, Yuuta did all he could to adapt to his new lifestyle and with the help of his family and best friend, he was able to assimilate back to the world once again.
One day, he was recruited as a beta tester for a game despite being blind. As it turned out, a famous neurologist found out how to access the hippocampus and in the process, he was able to access dreams, or the dream world. As someone who discovered it, he decided to tap into it and run some tests on it. Together, with the help of a popular game creator, they created what's called the Lucid Dream Server— a VRMMORPG that you can play in your mind, specifically, in your lucid dream.
Year 2044, the year wherein the world had discovered another fabric of reality, lucid dreams. But, is this reality just as simple as reality itself?
.....

As always, thank you all so much for reading this book. If you managed to read this far in this auxiliary chapter, then I commend you, and I formally welcome you into Lucid Dream Server, the world and the reality of lucid dreams :)

Sincerely,
DaisukiDayoSenpai

Spirity 2021 Contestant.

lucid dreams- dreams where you can do anything and be anyone! It's a dream come true for most people who wants to experience life in the realm of fantasy. 

But in 2044, Lucid Dreams became another fabric of reality when a famous VR game developer invents what's called the Lucid Dream Server— a Server that can tap into anyone's head and enable them to play a VRMMORPG in their lucid dreams! 

Sakurai Yuuta, who has been blind for two years, was given a chance to be a beta tester of the game. But when 'game bugs' started to appear and mess with the game and the real world, The fine line between dreams and reality became muddled, and it's up to him to discover the secrets that lies behind the Lucid Dream Server.

Disclaimer: Photo used in the cover is a no royalty photo, I do not own the photo whatsoever but all edits are mine.

Du Hang was surprised to hear that pen name - 'Love The Taste Of Rice In Her House.' It was not actually unknown to him. This person's real name was Ke Zheng, a veteran author that Du Hang had been trying to grab hold of, and consult about the inner workings of the voice actor industry.
 Indeed, he was a terrific senior writer, the plump shut-in that he was. He also happened to be the lecher type who would worship every girl who walks past him. In spite of those less-than-pleasant habits, he was an enthusiastic, learned connoisseur of voice acting. The renowned voice actress Zuo Ling Yin happened to be a favorite of his.
In animes that Ayane Sakura gets featured in, bullet screens all over the internet would feature the wordings 'Praise the amazing Sakura!' at least once.[1] Coincidentally, she worked in the same voice acting firm as Shong Gang. If Song Gang was the number one male actor in the firm, Ayane Sakura was undisputedly the number one female voice actor of the firm, even though she had debuted after Song Gang.
In the animation piece titled 'The Strongest King,' Song Gang had worked with Zhao Youyue as they recorded their lines together. He did not pale in comparison to her talent and thus rose to greater heights with her.
Back then, Zhao Youyue did not even get the opportunity to reject Ke Zheng - he did not have the nerves to approach her and ask for a date. Even so, that past Zhao Youyue was a far cry from the current Zhao Youyue - a perfect, well-rounded, unanimously certified goddess.
Ke Zheng had been wise to maintain his distance. He knew of his place, and he knew that intermediate light novelists had very little chance of procuring Zhao Youyue as a date. 
All in all, Du Hang respected Ke Zheng's skills, in spite of his inferior appearance. He would never hesitate to foot the bill whenever eating with his peers. He was a decent human being, as far as humans went - which wasn't exactly far. If anything, his writings were too graphic or explicit at times.
Du Hang understood the necessary evil for this as there was an actual market for it. He had read Ke Zheng's debut work and had been genuinely amazed by the bizarre twists and turns in the plot. Eventually, that work had turned out to be a massive hit. It was a remarkable light novel that soon had its anime adaptation. This also happens to be why he had started attempting to date the voice actresses to the left and right, only to be harshly rejected in return.
In the meantime, Ke Zheng was serializing the novel 'Whole World was In A Deep Sleep Except Myself.' Du Hang had not yet read the novel, but he knew that fans of the genre would absolutely love it.
Ever since Ke Zheng's debut, his readers were mostly made up of males, especially hikikomoris. He did not have a single female reader, so it would come as a surprise if a female actually knew his name. How on earth did this Lady Zhou get to know this fella? 
Du Hang felt pity welling in his heart. Pity for Ke Zheng. Did news of him getting demolished by a rookie voice actor spread among the peers in the field? Du Hang really had no idea how Lady Zhao could have came the pen name - 'Love The Taste Of Rice In Her House.' Was she actually into such heavy, explicit male chauvinistic titles?
Du Hang had always been convinced that Lady Zhao hid her true self behind the thickest of masks. Even so, it was rather absurd to think that her true self would come close to any of those hikikomoris.
Du Hang was not a fan of these pretentious fakers, and he could not care less about their reasons. Lady Zhao was just as fake as anyone else, but after getting to know more of her, he gained a slight respect for her humility, considering how successful she had been as a voice actress. He decided to help the goddess get in contact with Ke Zheng. He briefly talked her through Ke Zheng's best traits - and since this was Du Hang, you knew he truly meant it, and it was likely to be true.
After knowing that Du Hang actually knew the author - 'Love The Taste Of Rice In Her House,' Zhao Youyue patted his shoulder gently, expressing that she was a devoted reader of his, and would like to ask him out for a date.
Naturally, Zhao Youyue employed such a method very frequently. Numerous authors had fallen into her pockets that way. She would never try to actually change their thinking in reality; she merely wanted to tweak some changes, especially when it came to stubborn artists like Du Hang.
Lady Zhao could earn a living with her face alone, but her tongue was far deadlier.
'How do you rate my chances - as a relatively green voice actress - when it comes to dating a light novelist?' Zhao Youyue meekly said, as if she was truly a small fry.
Du Hang's honest mind could never regard Xiao Yu as just another little voice actress. In fact, most light novelists out there would consider Xiao Yu to be the Goddess of strength and beauty.
Ke Zheng would definitely be on the cloud nine if he was to know that the Ah Yu was actually asking for a date with him. Neverthelss, Zuo Lin Ying would still be number one in his heart. Ah Yu was still relatively new to the scene and was not near active enough to be serious.
'Relax, Ke Zheng is not that kind of arrogant, hard-to-get-along-with author. He'll also love having a little sister. He doesn't have one himself, but he's always writing about little sisters in his books.' This was probably Du Hang's attempt of trying to portray Ke Zheng in as bright a picture as possible, not knowing that it actually sounded weird and would probably raise a few eyebrows.
Fortunately, Zhao Youyue was not just any other ordinary girl. She thought that those hikikomoris were naïve and adorable in their own way. The world could do with more of them. She loved being simple and direct, just like Han Leng. Other girls might not welcome the presence of these hikikomoris, or worse, they would outrightly despise them.
The door opened, and He Weiwei strode in. Only Zhao Youyue gave her a nod of approval. The eccentric pairing of Han Leng and Du Hang did not even skip a beat in their incessant chattering. They paid no notice whatsoever to He Weiwei.
They both acknowledged that only Lady Zhao was special - she was the only one who actually understood them. No matter how they explained themselves - nobody would accept them, so there was no point even trying.
Let's cite a sentence by Du Hang –
Assuming that others would understand you after explaining yourself is arrogance in its highest form.
A chance meeting with a kindred spirit is euphoria in its ultimate form.
He Weiwei was not one bit interested in Du Hang. On the other hand, she found Han Leng slightly attractive. If he was not already taken by Lady Zhao, she would have even approached him more proactively.
On the other hand, Han Leng was not even bothered about her. To him, He Weiwei was the type of girl who was every bit as pervasive as the rest of the world. She would have nothing new to offer, nothing new to explore.
And so, the first club activity ended with a rather unceremonious tea ceremony. Zhou Chai had lived up to her word and did not turn up, further cementing on her claims that joining the society was purely for the extra-curricular points.
Translation Note:
[1] Ayane Sakura (佐倉綾音 Sakura Ayane, born January 29, 1994) is a Japanese voice actress from Tokyo. She is affiliated with I'm Enterprise.[1] Some of her major roles are Natsumi Koshigaya in Non Non Biyori, Tsubaki Sawabe in Your Lie in April, Iroha Isshiki in My Youth Romantic Comedy Is Wrong, As I Expected, Suzuka Dairenji in Tokyo Ravens, Ochako Uraraka in My Hero Academia, Cocoa Hoto in Is the Order a Rabbit? and Nao Tomori in Charlotte. She has also performed theme songs and character songs for various series she has appeared in. In 2018, she won the Best Supporting Actress award at the 12th Seiyu Awards.


An introverted girl has had enough of the isolation inadvertently formed by her solitary nature. Things changed when she discovers that she has the ability to transverse across the fabric of our universe into the dimensions of multiple storylines. Not only do these storylines leave her with invaluable lessons - they also impart a portion of their power - if she is deserving of it. The time has come for Zhao Youyue to change her fate. Never again, will she remain as a Side-Character!

Knock! Knock! Knock!
"Is Abbot Fangzheng here?" A voice sounded outside the monastery.
Monkey opened the door and saw a man standing by the door with a dejected look. When he saw Monkey, he pressed his palms together and said, "Hello, Venerable Jingzhen."
Monkey pressed his palms together. "Patron, is there something?"
"Venerable Jingzhen, can I meet Abbot Fangzheng? I… I'm plagued by some matters…" The man lowered his head, looking depressed. His eyes were filled with confusion.
Monkey said, "I'll ask Master. I'll check to see if he's asleep."
"There's no need to. I have time. Patron, please come in and have a seat." Fangzheng's voice sounded.
The man nodded gratefully and walked in.
Monkey did not close the door. This was also the monastery's rule. When visitors came, the door could not be closed.
The moon hung high in the sky, the stars shining brightly. Under the moonlight, the bodhi tree swayed in the wind, emitting rustling sounds. Through the gate of the courtyard, one could see the Heavenly Dragon Pond, which looked like the starry sky, as well as the ancient bell and drum towers.
In the monastery, Fangzheng and the man sat opposite each other under the bodhi tree.
Monkey brought over two cups of tea before sitting by the side without another word.
Fangzheng had been observing the man in front of him. The man looked to be in his twenties. He had delicate features, but his brows were tightly knitted. It was as though there was a knot in his heart that could not be resolved.
However, what truly surprised Fangzheng was the man's attire.
The man was dressed in a suit. It was obvious that he had just bought a new suit. It was very new and very fitting. The workmanship was very particular, and one could tell that it was from a famous brand.
There was a red flower in front of the man's chest. A tiny ear of wheat was hung under the red flower, and there was a red note on it. On it was the word: "Bridegroom!"
There were some confetti on the man's head. His hair was waxed, but it still couldn't maintain his tidy hairstyle. Instead, he looked especially disheveled.
Upon seeing this, Fangzheng had some guesses. However, Fangzheng did not say a word and just sat there quietly.
The man did not say anything. His eyes were filled with chaos, as if his mind was in a mess. He had a lot of words to say, but he did not know where to start.
The two of them sat there in silence. Perhaps they could sense the calmness of the monk opposite them as he looked at Fangzheng.
Looking into Fangzheng's eyes that were as calm as the starry sky, the slight smile was like the warmth of the sun. Feeling the faint warmth, the man's heart finally calmed down…
An hour later, the man sighed and said, "My name is Yu Nian. I'm 29 years old this year. I'm a web novelist. Master, do you know what a web novelist is?"
Fangzheng thought for a moment before shaking his head. "I don't know."
Yu Nian smiled bitterly. "Indeed… Master, have you read web novels?"
Fangzheng said in surprise, "You wrote web novels?"
Yu Nian nodded. "Yes."
Fangzheng was immediately intrigued as he said with a smile, "This Penniless Monk admires people like you. Your imagination is just too fantastic. Furthermore, the speed at which you write is shocking."
After being praised by Fangzheng, Yu Nian's mood improved.
After all, this person in front of him was Abbot Fangzheng; he was famous across the entire country! It was not an exaggeration to say that he was a famous celebrity. Few people would not remain unfazed after receiving his praise.
Yu Nian said, "It's still okay. For this job, I have to think of the plot all day, even in my sleep. As for speed, after writing millions of words a year, anyone can become fast. It's why we call ourselves 'Writing Dogs.'"
"You're being humble."
Yu Nian shook his head and said, "This industry of ours is very difficult. We have to face the computer almost all day. We have to think about the plot while eating, sleeping, and using the toilet. Once we come up with a plot, we have to quickly jot it down or start writing. The only thing that is worth being gratified is that I'm the few that managed to survive. My income is not bad. I can rely on writing to make a living…"
Fangzheng asked in surprise, "Is your profession very profitable?"
Yu Nian shook his head and said, "How should I put it… I've been writing for ten years. Last year, my monthly royalties were 1,200 yuan. After deducting the taxes, it was slightly more than a thousand yuan."
Fangzheng said, "How is that possible? Hasn't the tax been raised?"
Yu Nian continued to shake his head and said, "It's different. Writers usually don't earn money, so it starts from 800. It's all thanks to the Internet. Otherwise, for a traditional writer in the past, it's already very impressive to be able to get about a hundred yuan every month. Even now, I know that many traditional writers don't earn money from their creations. Occasionally, they would send it out, and they would only earn five to ten yuan for their manuscripts.
"The advantage of web novelists is that we can sell them on the Internet and earn money. Therefore, our days are better than them…
"However, the requirements for online writers are too low. As long as one wants to write, they can write with a computer.
"So, the number of web novelists is frightening. It's almost reaching eight million!"
Fangzheng jumped in fright when he heard that. "Eight million? That many? But… Why does This Penniless Monk feel that there aren't many web novelists?"
Yu Nian said, "The barrier of entry for web novelists is too low. As long as they post their books on online literature websites, they are counted. But among the eight million people, there might be about five to six million people who wrote on a whim. After writing a few chapters, they would no longer write or be irregular in their posting. These people don't earn a single cent, and they basically wasted their time. Furthermore, they don't have readers. It's basically a flop.
"Who would announce to the world that their books were a flop? So they will usually hide."
Fangzheng fell silent and continued asking, "What about the rest?"
Yu Nian said, "Out of the remaining two plus million people, two million are probably unable to sign a contract. It's like they make products, but the supermarket doesn't allow them to sell them."
Fangzheng instantly understood…
Yu Nian said, "The remaining few hundred thousand people can sign a contract, but signing the contract doesn't mean that they can monetize it. Those who can actually have their work monetized are even fewer. Others may not know, but most of the authors that I know can't get their works monetized. Even if I overestimate it at 200,000 people monetizing their work, out of these 200,000 people, another 100,000+ people are unable to earn much from monetization. For example, I earned 900-1000 yuan per month. Then the remaining tens of thousands will be able to earn a few thousand yuan. A few thousand people can earn tens of thousands every month. Not more than a thousand people can earn 100,000 a month. Probably less than a hundred can earn hundreds of thousands and more."
After Fangzheng heard that, he was left speechless. "This… isn't the probability too low?"
Yu Nian said, "That's right, the chance of success is too low. The value that the entire online literature industry creates every year might not even be as much as a variety show… So, the web novelist doesn't have much influence on this world. The world doesn't pay too much attention to us. We are considered the kind of people that are often forgotten."


In the rural northeastern mountainous regions stands a tiny Buddhist temple, named One Finger Temple. It isn't a large one but it is extremely miraculous.

The temple has rice that emanates an aromatic fragrance.

The temple has sweet and refreshing water that rivals ambrosia.

The temple has Buddhas that grant wishes to the sincere.

The temple isn't large but it has everything. The temple isn't large but it has flourishing incense offerings that far exceed all temples. The temple isn't large but it attracts both citizens and foreigners that line up overnight…

The temple has a bald but handsome monk. Every day, he would bawl, "I want to renounce asceticism! I want to marry a chick that's not too pretty, have a cute baby, and lead a stable life!"

This book is a casual novel that introduces various Chinese traditional customs, as well as Buddhist ones. It strives to be a positive book, allowing people to reflect on how they should live their lives and treat others.

It was a dream come true. Christian still could not believe that he won the Best Story Plot Award. The crowd was cheering for him. The dazzling beam coming from the spotlight is following Christian as he walks through the red carpet. His gaze shifted to his editor, Ezekiel as Christian mouths the phrase 'I did it!' Ezekiel gave him a triumphant smile  and two big thumbs up. Christian took a deep breath before he ascends to the stage to receive the award. The guest of honors shook my hand while saying, "Congratulations!" He couldn't contain his happiness flowing in his slender body. Just then, a man holding a plaque is approaching Christian. Christian's smile became wider and wider as the man is walking closer to him.  The man leaned closer to Christian's ear and whispered. "If you want this plaque, finish your work." The man mumbled. Christian was surprised so he receded. The man just gave him a smile, and a nod. Christian looked at the crowd immediately. Unfortunately, the blinding light welcomed his blue eyes. It caused him to forcefully close his eyes or else he would be blind. 

When he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw is a light coming from his laptop screen. Christian yawned still feeling sleepy and tired, not until he sees the time. He immediately stands up, as a sign that he was startled and shocked. "What the actual--!" He screamed at the top of his lungs. 7:50AM. "I'm not even close!" He started to panic. I can't screw this up. Not with a 'legend.' He thought. Christian called one of his co-worker, namely Isaiah Jonas. When Christian heard that Isaiah answered the call already, he started to speak like a rapper. "Hello Isaiah, please come up with an excuse for me. I won't be working for today because something came up. Oh, maybe you can tell them that I'm sick or something. I owe you!" Christian didn't even give Isaiah a chance to speak, because he ended the call immediately. After the call, He continued editing and revising the story he forgot to finish last night because he fell asleep. Stupid me. He thought. 

Isaiah Jonas, one of Christian's colleagues. He is also an outstanding novelist who had multiple awards in his pocket. Unlike Christian, novel writing is just a hobby to him. It is outside his profession actually. However, when he is on top of his game, his written pieces are out of this world. Alongside with Christian and the two other novelists, he is part of this so called, The Seasons of Novelist. His penname, Gintz Riles — The Winter. Isaiah's novels will truly give shivers to your spine. Reading his novel will make you experience heartbreaks, unrealistic pain and loneliness. It is a type of pain which can't be furthermore explained. Readers are asking, 'What are your inspirations, or sources in writing?'  And his answer,  "Experiences." Some thought that he had a depressing background because of his answer, but it was actually not his experience. It was his friends' experience to be exact, unbelievable isn't it? It's just that he understands. With the testimonies he hears, together with his understanding and creative mind, the outcome is will be one of the best, maybe the best. 

Christian, on the other hand is The Summer. His pieces are warm, comforting and inspiring. Reading his piece will make you experience being wrapped with a warm blanket. It gives you the vibe of freedom, enjoyment and fun. It's hard to explain but somehow, it will cause you great amount of relief. Just like the sunshine, it will give you a smile. Just like a ripe fruit, it will let you experience its true flavor. The sweetness and the softness will hit on you. 

Christian and Isaiah are close to each other. They share the same interest, which is really ironic that they differ at the style of writing. Without the presence of the other, it would be too hot or too cold. Maybe it's the reason why they become good friends. Christian and Isaiah working together, is such a huge advantage. They will produce temperate pieces, not too sad nor too happy. It would be controlled if that happens. 

Isaiah, on the other line who just woke up, was shocked that Christian called. I bet he needs something. He chuckled. He answered the phone call and to his surprise, Christian talks really fast. He is like a machine gun firing countless of bullets. What a great morning. Isaiah frowned. He decided to let Christian talk first, but unfortunately Christian ended the call without letting Isaiah talk. Isaiah just let out a sigh and dialed someone's number. 

"Hello?" The voice from the other line spoke. It was a girly voice to describe it. "Well, I'm not in the mood to work right now. Tell the boards that I won't be around, also Christian said something came up so." Isaiah explained. Unlike Christian, he let the person respond to what he said. "I'm not going as well, I need to finish the storyline. I'll text Vinz then." The person on the other line said. "Oh, I see. Thank you Chelsea." Isaiah said as he drops the phone call. 

Chelsea Sky, a novelist who is also part of The Seasons of Novelist. She is the only girl who is part of the group. That just explains her outstanding performance in novel writing. Her penname, Luciel Salvatore — The Spring. Just how the flowers bloom, trees begin to grow and ice shards melt, It explains her style of writing. She builds up her piece's mood, making sure it is healthy, full of nourishment and blooming. Then, she will melt every reader's heart using flowery and captivating words. Her works are lovely, without having a cliché romantic story. It would definitely touch the reader's heart. Reading her novels will make you want to experience love again. Not just that, it will make you feel loved and treasured. Just like the season of spring, it is the beginning of growth. The magic in new beginnings is truly the most powerful of them all — Josiyah Martin, a famous author once said. She experienced downfall, failure and disappointment. Maybe Chelsea began to write like the spring and start once again. It's her inspiration after all. She loves flowers, especially when they bloom. Just like a flower, she also boomed. She won multiple awards after that downfall. She never stopped, she just restarted.

Chelsea searched for Vinz' number, then she sent a message. 

TO: Vinz Davidson +13****** (***) 
I won't be working at SC-PHI. I still haven't finished my storyline yet and I have to meet someone at 8PM. Please tell the boards I'm not feeling well. Thank you!

FR: Chelsea Sky +17****** (***)

Just a few seconds have passed, Chelsea's phone vibrated. She noticed that it was a text message from Vinz. 

TO: Chelsea Sky +17****** (***)
I'm also busy. Let the boards be confused.

FR: Vinz Davidson +13****** (***)

Chelsea let out a chuckle as she reads Vinz reply. She placed her phone on her desk so that she could continue working on her unfinished work. 

Vinz Davidson, a multi-awarded novelist. The fourth and final member of The Seasons of Novelist. His penname, Luci De Vil — The Autumn. He is truly a devil when it comes to writing. Though, it's not a bad thing. The melancholy of his piece is universal. How his harsh truths kill those hopeless lie. The way he open each individual's eye is fascinating. He is rough, sometimes hated but he rather inspire them to live in painful truth than believing in beautiful lie. A devil who terminates false-hope, misinformation and deceptions. His writing style is similar to the season of autumn. The hurtful downfall, is just a sign that a page was turned. He shows that letting go is not a lost, but rather a relief. Vinz inspires his reader how to look at different perspectives. He once said that, "The leaves will fall, but they let themselves fly with the wind." Who knows that downfall can be that beautiful, that's why his novels are deep. It's truly one of a kind. 

The Seasons of Novelist, the new generation of novelists in the present time. The four of them had won multiple awards. A literati built the so called group. The literati felt that they are compatible working with each other and fortunately, the literati was right and found some similarities. They all had different personalities, contradicting personalities to be exact. They all had different writing styles and genres. It is not because they won multiple awards. If awards is the basis, the group would be even more larger. But it is how they connect with every reader. How they touch their reader's heart, or how they communicate with them and express their emotions to them. Aside from that, they both share one personality. A personality that hinders them from working. Laziness. 

When Christian looked to his sliding window, the sun is ready to set, and the fleeting colors of the sky are fading away. It made Christian panicked but he is almost done. He looked at his laptop screen, as he checks the time. 7:15PM. Forty-five minutes before he will meet this legendary grammar analyst, so he hurriedly edit his story. 

Fifteen minutes had passed, and he finally finished editing. Christian leaned on his sliding chair while stretching his arms, as he let out a big yawn. He is tired and exhausted but he is meeting an important person. He went to his wardrobe to pick a formal clothes, just to give the legend a good impression. He is nervous as he buttoned his coat. He is pretty confident with regards to his story, but meeting a legend is something that he couldn't think of. Good thing the meeting place is near, or else it would be ashame to keep the legend waiting. He thought. Christian decided to fix the stuffs he needed to.

Christian checked if everything is prepared. The printed storyline, checked. Laptop, checked. Token, I don't have one! He panicked. Christian quickly grabbed his stuffs he needed, as he rushes to a nearby bakeshop. Should a red velvet cake will do its magic? He hesitated but he still ordered one. He looked at his wristwatch to track the time. 7:48PM. His face is sweating, his body is trembling and his foot is randomly tapping on the ground. Luckily, the red velvet cake he ordered is ready for take-out. Christian grabbed the plastic that contains the cake, as he runs towards the meeting place. He looked at his wristwatch again to check the time. 7:53PM. When Christian saw the time ,he rushed at the Tully's Coffee while holding the plastic. 

Christian reached the meeting place, two minutes early. He entered the place and asked the receptionist. "Hi! My name is Christian Simoune, and I had a reservation at 8PM." He said while catching his breath. The receptionist nodded and said, "Please follow me." The receptionist lead the way as Christian just followed. He is shaking, his heart is pounding faster, and his sweats are violently dropping even the facility is air-conditioned. He checked the time and it was exactly eight in the evening. Suddenly, the receptionist spoke. "We are here sir." The receptionist left immediately, leaving Christian alone. When Christian looked up, he is shocked to what he saw. He is surprised and clueless. A lot of question is currently running on his mind. 

What are you doing here?

Christian Simoune, a famous author.  Throughout his journey, he faced a lot of challenges. Unfortunately, He tends to feel burned-out writing because of those challenges. As time passes by, he experienced unusual events.  Will it help him reach his goals despite of the challenges he is facing?

But after a long time, His journey reached to an end. Is he happy? Is he satisfied? But the important question is, 

"Did he reached his goal?"

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