what if the world of black Lagoon got a new character plucked from this world and given new memories and skills of that of a highly skilled individual before being thrown into the shit, protected by the Author God he will thrive and have a hell of a good time doing it all, can anyone stop him...Nope

Getting a second chance in life, Fan Lingxin swore to take revenge against the people who betrayed her. 

Her best friend who seduced her fiancee, her mother-in-law who schemed, and her parents who dared to sell her off! 

...Huh? Their roles have been switched?

Unexpectedly, Fan Lingxin reincarnated into the body of her best friend! 

"How surreal to see myself... I will become the best best friend!"

Betrayal? No, why would I betray myself? 

Scheming? I will stop them before it impacts me! 

Husband? I will find someone else!

_____

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A random writing collaboration between some of Webnovel’s craziest authors. Prepare to get your soul rocked and your butts blasted off!

Give me ideas or criticism you think will help my writing go further, i want to try writing for a job but am obviously new. thanks

World War II, and Japan's defeat, deeply influenced Japanese literature. Many authors wrote stories of disaffection, loss of purpose, and the coping with defeat. Haruo Umezaki's short story Sakurajima shows a disillusioned and skeptical Navy officer stationed in a base located on the Sakurajima volcanic island, close to Kagoshima, on the southern tip of the Kyushu island. Osamu Dazai's novel The Setting Suntells of a soldier returning from Manchukuo. Shōhei Ōoka won the Yomiuri Prize for his novel Fires on the Plain about a Japanese deserter going mad in the Philippine jungle. Yukio Mishima, well known for both his nihilistic writing and his controversial suicide by seppuku, began writing in the post-war period. Nobuo Kojima's short story "The American School" portrays a group of Japanese teachers of English who, in the immediate aftermath of the war, deal with the American occupation in varying ways.

Prominent writers of the 1970s and 1980s were identified with intellectual and moral issues in their attempts to raise social and political consciousness. One of them, Kenzaburō Ōe published his best-known work, A Personal Matterin 1964 and became Japan's second winner of the Nobel Prize for Literature.

Mitsuharu Inoue (ja) had long been concerned with the atomic bomb and continued in the 1980s to write on problems of the nuclear age, while Shusaku Endo depicted the religious dilemma of the Kakure Kirishitan, Roman Catholics in feudal Japan, as a springboard to address spiritual problems. Yasushi Inoue also turned to the past in masterful historical novels of Inner Asia and ancient Japan, in order to portray present human fate.

Avant-garde writers, such as Kōbō Abe, who wrote fantastic novels such as The Woman in the Dunes (1960), wanted to express the Japanese experience in modern terms without using either international styles or traditional conventions, developed new inner visions. Yoshikichi Furui tellingly related the lives of alienated urban dwellers coping with the minutiae of daily life, while the psychodramas within such daily life crises have been explored by a rising number of important women novelists. The 1988 Naoki Prize went to Shizuko Todo (ja) for Ripening Summer, a story capturing the complex psychology of modern women. Other award-winning stories at the end of the decade dealt with current issues of the elderly in hospitals, the recent past (Pure- Hearted Shopping District in Kōenji, Tokyo), and the life of a Meiji period ukiyo-e artist.

Haruki Murakami is one of the most popular and controversial of today's Japanese authors. His genre-defying, humorous and surreal works have sparked fierce debates in Japan over whether they are true "literature" or simple pop-fiction: Kenzaburō Ōe has been one of his harshest critics. Some of Murakami's best-known works include Norwegian Wood (1987) and The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle (1994–1995).

Banana Yoshimoto, a best-selling contemporary author whose "manga-esque" style of writing sparked much controversy when she debuted in the late 1980s, has come to be recognized as a unique and talented author over the intervening years. Her writing style stresses dialogue over description, resembling the script of a manga, and her works focus on love, friendship and loss. Her breakout work was 1988's Kitchen.

Although modern Japanese writers covered a wide variety of subjects, one particularly Japanese approach stressed their subjects' inner lives, widening the earlier novel's preoccupation with the narrator's consciousness. In Japanese fiction, plot development and action have often been of secondary interest to emotional issues. In keeping with the general trend toward reaffirming national characteristics, many old themes re-emerged, and some authors turned consciously to the past. Strikingly, Buddhist attitudes about the importance of knowing oneself and the poignant impermanence of things formed an undercurrent to sharp social criticism of this material age. There was a growing emphasis on women's roles, the Japanese persona in the modern world, and the malaise of common people lost in the complexities of urban culture.

Popular fiction, non-fiction, and children's literature all flourished in urban Japan in the 1980s. Many popular works fell between "pure literature" and pulp novels, including all sorts of historical serials, information-packed docudramas, science fiction, mysteries, detective fiction, business stories, war journals, and animal stories. Non-fiction covered everything from crime to politics. Although factual journalism predominated, many of these works were interpretive, reflecting a high degree of individualism. Children's works re-emerged in the 1950s, and the newer entrants into this field, many of them younger women, brought new vitality to it in the 1980s.

Manga (comics) has penetrated almost every sector of the popular market. It includes virtually every field of human interest, such as multivolume high-school histories of Japan and, for the adult market, a manga introduction to economics, and pornography. Manga represented between 20 and 30 percent of annual publications at the end of the 1980s, in sales of some ¥400 billion per year.

Cell phone novels appeared in the early 21st century. Written by and for cell phone users, the novels—typically romances read by young women—have become very popular both online and in print. Some, such as Love Sky, have sold millions of print copies, and at the end of 2007 cell phone novels comprised four of the top five fiction best sellers.

this is made for the purpose of getting the authors badge  at any rate I'll just compile world literature

For the preparation of Book, Mu Fan didn't worry. He searched the internet to look for what type of books are popular nowadays.
In the Fantasy store, there are many books from his last live. If he spent some Fantasy points, he would be able to get any book he wants and draw as his own
After all, this was a world with many anime characters. They wouldn't know the novels from his world.
However, Why… Why is the ACG culture here so crappy? All the novels are about the same. Some overpowered Character will transmigrate to another word with cheats. This kind of novel where ever it is published it would get hundreds of fans all over the world.
Well, that's fine too, after all this is the era of ACG.
So now he was searching for novels, he didn't want to make a book and it turns out that it was already published. That would be a crime so he couldn't afford to do something like that without searching.
Copying someone else's work isn't a simple crime.
Next, Mu Fan started searching for novels. But he didn't find anything he knew, he found the best seller ones, one called "Love Affair" and "Fantasy System" and "Dark flames goblin"… He didn't hear anything about those works before.
Sure enough, there were no books from his former world.
Looking at the sale details of these books, Mu Fan couldn't help but take in a cold breath. Those books had the same sale detail as the best sellers from his past world. Fortunately, he had his fantasy system and his writing talent. He really wanted to make a book and sell in Akihabara.
There are many books in this world.
But… Mu fan looked at the names and his mouth couldn't help but twitch. The pen names were "Sayane" and "Eromanga". Those two were Akihabara best sellers.
"Yes, I won't be able to face those two, I should just make light novels, let's drop the manga thing." Mu Fan looked at the two names and dropped the idea of making a manga.
For now, writing novels is the most secure way to make money. There were many publishers in this world which made it hard for him to choose.
So he began searching for the most popular one of those. There was Kadokawa, Fukimi and Jump j-book, but their style was different. Before he was in the Qidian, which was easy because it's the biggest publisher in China. But now he had to select from those three and he had to select a novel to publish.
Mu Fan hesitated for a bit, then he stayed in the interface of the Jump J-book library.
There was a big event going there which made him happy. A competition to decide the king of this year, the author needs to submit his work and as long as it gets chosen in the newcomers draft, he will immediately get 50,000 yen. The rest will be decided later and the king would get millions of yen directly.
50,000 yen wasn't a small number for him, and the king's reward doesn't have any relation to the sales. Jump J-Book is really the best for newcomers.
Mu Fan was happy. He was short on money. He chose to participate in this event and win himself some funds to solve the crisis he was in.
Thinking about this, Mu fan remembered Tomoya-san who said that he was a famous blogger and knew some people in the Jump J-Book.
Let's see what the best seller here is, then write a novel and then ask Tomoya-san.
"Open Fantasy Store and search for light novels."
"I.S Infinite Stratos!"
The first thing that appeared in front of him is this work.
In fact, this famous work was very popular in his past life but he didn't like it that much, because the plot was weak and boring, except for the harem part. The reason that it was a hit in that era was that there weren't many authors who write about a single boy in a school full of girls.
In this era, many novels were having that setting and many have harem too. It would be difficult for this novel to shine in this world.
In the end, Mu Fan found the novel he wanted.
"Exchange 'Accel World'!"
Mu Fan murmured in his heart and the little fantasy points he had disappeared. The novel disappeared from the store and appeared directly into his mind.
This novel was extremely popular in his past life. Although some people couldn't stand it because the protagonist was a fat boy, people who could see clearly knows that this was a famous work and it seemed natural to Mu Fan. Also, this novel was within the rules of the competition as the competition main genre is a game. Perhaps this novel will create a sales miracle in this world.
Seeing that there is still no one coming to the club room, Mu Fan started typing on his phone the novel he had in his memory, After a just a little bit Mu Fan hit the 3,000 words mark, due to the novel being in his memory and his talent in writing he was way faster than normal person.
"Ano… Who might you be?"
While Mu Fan had his head down looking at his phone, a beautiful female voice called out.
Mu Fan looked up and was stunned.
It was a beautiful girl dressed in a white short-sleeved school uniform. She was wearing an exquisite skirt complementing her pretty figure, matched with tight white stockings which gave a very pure feeling.
Her hair was brown, silky and ran over to her shoulder, a savory neck and a delicate beautiful face that looked at him with a gentle smile.
Looking at this pretty girl, Mu Fan was stunned for a few seconds and instantly a name flashed in his heart.
Regardless of the character or family or beauty, She was recognized by any boy in the school. She was…
Yuuki Asuna.

After crossing over to another world which seemed to be a fusion between many anime worlds, The Fantasy System was unlocked for Mu Fan. After finishing the tasks given by the system, Fantasy points are given which allows him to gain access to the Fantasy store that was full of daily talents and more.

Yuuki Asuna: You know how to cook a lot of dishes. Can you teach me?

Sagiri: I don’t know anyone called Eromanga-Sensei.

Many more characters and interesting plots await us.

~Translated

I have never thought that I was a normal girl. Really! I have a so strange behaviour (according to anybody) and I don't know how to mend it.

My name is Alana Moro. I am 22 years old. Physically, I am an average person: two feet, two hands, one head... Maybe I am not very tall, 1.57 meter anyway it's a problem for my mother. She would like I was at least 1.65 meter like her. My siblings are all of them taller than me. I have nine siblings : two sisters and seven brothers, and please I don't want any stereotype, it's not because we are an african black family. Yes, I am dark in complexion and proud of it and I come from a very big family: the Moros. I live at Libreville, the capital of Gabon, a state in the Middle West of Africa; national language: French. Certainly, you don't know this country. - Now you can look at your map, my little geeks! - My greatfather Napo Moro had fourteen wives and almost a hundred children and my father married one woman and has had with her ten children. It's not a big deal! But my country and my family were not the topic. Sorry! I am a bit wandering. I was speaking about me and my behaviour. I think that to speak about it will be boring so I prefer you to see by yourselves.

When I was at high school, I was one of the three best students of the school. I was very proud of me and sometimes even too proud. I was good at music too. I never failed an exam. Secretly, I always to meet love, the true love but unhappily or happily I never succeeded. It was not because I was ugly and in fact I was an ugly, fat and acne covered teenager. But it's only due to my incapability to fall in love with someone. Ah, ah! I can see you doubting about the fact that a human being can be unable to love someone. Nevertheless, I was like that until I met Boris. 
The first time I saw him, I came back from school. I can't remind the day but the weather was very. I didn't have an umbrella so my school was wet and I used a notebook to protect my front against the tropical hot sun. I walked with my best friend Rosalind. She was so excited by one of these banal girls'subjects and I listened to her because I was happy to have a friend who was not a boy. She and I were in our first year of senior high school, in the same class, and were friends since the first year of the junior high school. It was the longest friendship with a girl that I had had since I could not tolerate other girls, always gossiping, crying and believing all the lies of boys or fighting for them.
Rosalind was different, always joyful and kind. Prettier and taller than me, she never looked down on me. She had light-brown eyes, a symmetrical face which light up when she smiled. Even if I was a bit jealous of her I liked her more and always tried to protect her. Actually she was a little naïve and a lot of boys were interested on her. We were neighbours and she was 15 like me but three months elder than me. We were born to be friends.
When we arrived at the small market near our homes, Rosalind took my hand and made me across the road to buy ice-creams. I had refused to eat ice-creams because I was a singer and it was not good for my voice but when Rosalind asked for something it was useless to discuss about it. It was about 2 pm. Around 1 and 3 pm a mass of pupils and students came out from schools so we were waiting in a queue of about ten people. I was exhausted and a bit angry. I hated waiting! On the left and the right of the ice-cream maker, several sellers were talking with their customers or waiting under their parasols. There were some grocers'shops, several sellers at every side of the road and another ice-cream maker also.
In the line, Rosalind was just in front of me. She did not stop talking and I was arguing with. But I could not win the debate. I can't remind what we were talking about however it made us laugh at the end of our discussion. At this moment, the little girl before her had progressed in the line but we did not notice it so the boy behind me said in a sweet voice:
- "May we keep the line moving?"
- "Of course. I am sorry!" I replied glancing at him and then asking Rosalind to progress with a nod.
Rosalind immediatly walked forward and joked at how I was bothered. Another boy came and spoke with the boy behind me but I didn't see him. I could just hear them. After about five minutes he went away. could not but I noticed that the boy behind me was pretty good-looking. He was around 1.7 meter and wore a blue short and a white t-shirt. Despite of this clothes, I can see his abnominal muscles drawing under his t-shirt and his nice biceps. His hands were in his pockets and he had made a mysterious smile when I looked at him. Nonetheless, I didn't care a lot since I had friends more handsome. Finally, we had our ice-creams and continued our way.
- "Bye girls" said the boy smilling and looking at...ME!
I was sure he was looking at me. Why? I did not know him. Only Rosalind answer "bye". I just waved with a glacial expression. Rosalind knew that I hated speak about boys so she didn't say nothing about him. I am pretty sure she would like say something.
Except the hot sun, it was a second reason I was so hurried to go back home. I had my music lesson by 6 pm and my coach always said that vocal cords and body need a good rest. When I arrived at home, the cooking-pots were empty.
- "Mum! There is nothing to eat", I yelled in the kitchen with a disappointed.
- "Sorry" She replied "I told your siblings not to be selfish but you know them. You can cook for you. I am busy now" She was busy with Dan (only 2 years old) whom did not want to dress.

we rarely eat together in our family because of our time tables. We are numerous and different. My father, Kigni Moro is a networks and telecom engineer for several years he worked in the same company. Once the company collapsed six months before I met Boris he decided to up his own business. It did not work well when I was 15 but now... My mother, Sara Moro is a state registered nurse. Sometimes she spend the night at her job. My eldest brother Eric is a sound mixer he worked as a teacher in my arts school. My second brother Antoine is a computer scientist, my elder sister Kelissa is a literature university lecturer, my third brother Stephen a programmer, my younger sister Eve wants to become an architect, my younger brothers are too young and I... At 22 years old, I don't know what I want. I can everything. I am good at all subjects except sports. None of my siblings has his house so we live together even now. But I am wandering again. Come back to when I was 15 and none of my siblings had a job.

After cooking I ate quickly, did my homework and rested for a while. As soon as I arrived at I joined my classroom. This evening someone was waiting for me there.
- "Hello Alana! How is it? You are so pretty. You have lost some kilos I think" Greeted a tall and handsome boy.
- "Hi Lionel! What do you want?" I answered with a mocking smile.
- "Oh Alana", he said on a reproachful tone, "it is not a manner to speak to your best friend".
- "You are not my best friend you are just the guy who comes from time to time to ask for my services. This is not the drawing classroom. Speak fast. I need to do  my vocalises".
Lionel and I had been in the same schools since the primary school. When I was in the elementary he was a newcomer. Even today we laugh when we talk about the first words he told me: "I love you Alana". All the pupils had laughed. I had slapped him and was punished. After I was released, he kissed my cheek and said: "I always love you" and he ran away. He has no more feelings toward me. But we became really great friends.
This evening, he had forgotten his notebook and then he had a test. He wanted me to remind him the colour wheel and some authors. I was not in drawing but he asked to me. He did like everyone. They asked me to help them for such a lot of difficult thing and since I was able to answer they called me "Miss know-it-all" and joked at me. Moreover, in any class debate nobody could stand against me. I questionnes nobody during the presentations if not they will be mean with me. Nobody wanted a "know-it-all" for friend who corrects all your mistakes. The girls were nastier with; they excluded me from their groups. However when they need a help they called me. I had never refused to help them except during the tests. For this reason I was more alone: I refused to cheat. Rosalind was the only girl who wanted to be my friend and the other girls used her to have my services. I hated the way they used her but I was tired to explain it to Rosalind.

This same night, I had had a strange a strange dream. A beautiful white woman with red long hair, a crimson dress and two wings like a fly called me in a dark forest. I was attracted by her beauty and her kind smile and began to follow her. But I noticed at a certain moment that her eyes were all dark, no white part, just all black. In my culture, dark eyes mean witchcraft and maliciousness. So I stopped follow her and the woman got angry and caught my hand to bring me in the dark forest. I struggled against her but she was too strong and suddenly I woke up. But just before I woke up I saw a man behind me in the eyes of the witch. It was 11 pm and I was awaken by a call of Lionel. He told me that he passed the test. He apologised because he felt that I was sleeping. We continued a ten minutes joyful discussion and he hung up. Then I checked my hand. It was painful. It was not the first time I had this kind of dreams and I used to relate them to my mother but she only feared and made me feared too.

The most of the boys were not mean with me. It is the reason why almost all of my friends were boys. My brothers, the boys of the arts school or classmates even the strangers, I always got along with males. Little by little I became a tomboy. The boys saw me no longer like a girl but like a guy and I liked this because I had a place somewhere.
Lastly, Rosalind began to dislike my company in the second year of high school. One day, we had a great quarrel about my outfit and my behaviour. She wanted me to become more "sociable" and "normal". I got angry. I don't know why but in the midst of my words I called her a "hypocrite". I apologised just after but since this day she avoided me. She spent her time with the Elsa band, some really mean girls who caled themselves "the godess". Her outfit and her behaviour turned totally. she cheated at tests, broke classes. I had tried to prevent her to drag with them but one day she retorted:
- "What do you know about it? You, the perfect girl who always follows the rules and her tradition. We have no business together."

Alana, a perfect tomboy falls in love with Boris who is actually her enemy. Between two worlds, betrayal and her destiny, a mysterious stranger come to help her.

"Mr. Addison, I'd advise you to wait and buy back your car through honest and anonymous means. Allowing Mr. Flynn to steal it back will indeed only cause an increase in your number of pursuers. Hiding your identity for the purchase will offer more protection from those who currently want you eliminated." Lola provided his own analysis and what he believed to be the best course of action.
"Thank you." Though not directly solicited, Lola's recommendation was certainly his best bet.
"You are welcome, Mr. Addison."
Lola resumed his usual silence and didn't add anything else. In the few days Chance had known him, that was the most that he had ever heard Lola say. It was certainly the first time he had spoken out on his own.
"So, we're just gonna leave the car here and walk away?" While Koty agreed with Lola, he felt it regretful to just leave the car behind.
"I'm afraid so." Chance also didn't feel it was right to have to leave it behind but life can be cruel. To find his most prized possession and then have to walk away from it was just flat out harsh. "Let's head inside. We weren't here for the car anyway."
Lola pulled out of the space he was parked in and drove over to the mall entrance. The two other men alighted from the car and went into the mall.
"Why are we here?"
"To shop of course."
"Are you secretly a woman? What could you possibly need to buy in person? You could easily send someone else or simply order it." After seeing the daughter of an unsavory individual enter the mall, Koty was in a heightened state of alert. Just because they were outside of the city, it did not mean they would be any safer.
"Why does it matter? You are here to keep me safe. Just do your job and ask fewer questions."
Chance did have a purpose for coming. He wanted to check out a few stores and see how many stocked books published by his company. He didn't feel that explaining himself to Koty would be necessary.
"Yes boss." Koty snorted and Chance rolled his eyes.
As they walked through the mall, Koty scanned their surroundings. Since it was the weekend, the place was packed with people of all kinds.
After working through their fourth pack of teenagers, they finally ducked into a store. It sold a variety of pop culture items: books, comics, collectables, toys, and even clothes.
Chance headed straight for the comics and books to look for the Lovewell Publishing logo. He didn't have to look for very long. One of their most popular novel series, Requiem, had a display of its own front and center. The display featured the books and a myriad of spinoff merchandise.
This novel series was one that Chance was particularly interested in because the author was set to be the biggest attraction for the upcoming celebration.
She was among the first few authors to ever sign with Lovewell Publishing and she was also the most popular. Countless other companies had approached her to try to convince her to leave but she remained fiercely loyal to the one that gave her a chance when she was still a nobody.
Her fans were nearly as dedicated as she was. Over the years she had worked closely with them to build the Requiem fandom. Even with pre-orders, the first round of printing for each book would sell out almost instantly.
"This is Nev's favorite series." Koty instantly recognized the cover of the third book. It had taken him weeks to get his hands on it when it first came out.
Chance nodded, "The author is one of the top sellers at the publishing company I am now managing."
Satisfied by the attention granted to Requiem, he continued to look through the books and found a few others by Lovewell before he turned and left the store. He repeated this process a few times and Koty started to catch on.
Or at least, Koty thought he had figured it out when all of a sudden Chance entered a girl's clothing store. He started to ask and then realized he wouldn't explain it to him anyway so he just followed closely behind.
A sales manager approached the two men to see if they needed any help. It was not common for two tall and handsome guys to just waltz into her store. Especially not together.
"Is there anything you gentlemen are looking for?" She gave them an overly sweet smile and paired the two in her mind. "Something for your daughter perhaps?"
The way that she spoke to them gave both of them chills. They each instinctively stepped away from the other. She looked a bit disappointed at their reaction but kept the same smile on her face.
"Do you have any more dresses like the one on the mannequin in your front display?" Chance finally gave in an asked. The sooner he found out, the sooner he could check out.

'How did I fall this far this fast?' He thought as he swirled the whiskey in his glass. He tilted his head back and downed the rest of his liquor.
He picked the bottle up off of his desk to refill the glass for the nth time. Just a single drop rolled out and fell into the empty vessel.
'Well isn't that just fantastic.'
In a moment of hazy frustration, he hurled the bottle across the office. It wasn't like there was anyone to care about a mess of broken glass anyway. There was no one around to even hear it shatter.
Even he didn't get to hear it shatter.
When that realization hit him, he jerked his head towards the door where he had thrown the bottle.
In the shadows there stood a petite young woman, the bottle in her hands. She appeared to be carefully studying the label and completely disinterested in him.
"Wh-who are you?" Perhaps he had turned around too quickly. The room was starting to sway. He barely managed to sputter out those three words much less put them in the right order.
"How original," the woman rolled her eyes before fixing them on his. "Shouldn't you be asking yourself that very question?"

~~~~~

This is NOT a transmigration or reincarnation story!

~~~~~

If those you trusted most had betrayed you and you had lost everything and someone offered you a second chance, would you be willing to take it?

Would you still be able to trust others?

Chance L. Addison has seemingly hit rock bottom when he is offered an unlikely opportunity to start over. Not only can he get back to where he was before, he can have his status elevated further to become one of the most wealthy and successful tycoons in the world.

But first he is at a small publishing company?

What secrets could he be keeping? And what secrets are his saviors keeping from him?

~~~~~

Hello Readers,

This is the first web novel I've ever written!

I kind of suck at writing synopses so I apologize for that...

If you are enjoying my story so far please add it to your library and vote! Or comment! Or leave a review! Or rate a chapter! Or share it with your friends!

I really appreciate the support and feedback is always welcome! :)

Thanks so much for reading!
-TheExtraDoor

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