Emile mengagumi ketampanan anak baru yang ia temui di taman sekolah.Pria tampan itu bernama Elthar, yang memiliki sifat pendiam dan tenang. Namun, siapa sangka.. dibalik ketenangan nya itu Elthar memiliki kemampuan yang diluar nalar manusia. Elthar mampu melihat kematian seseorang di dalam mimpi nya setiap hari-hari tertentu. 

Setiap Elthar terbangun dari mimpi nya, ia selalu mendapatkan luka sayatan di bagian punggung belakang. Dan ia menuliskan nama seseorang yang berada dalam mimpinya menggunakan kertas putih dan darah dari bekas luka sayatan tersebut.

Suatu hari.. Elthar tidak melihat kematian siapapun di dalam mimpinya. Ia hanya melihat kesedihan dan tangisan di dalam mimpinya kala itu.

Bagaimana kisah Emile dan Elthar ? Nantikan kisah nya dalam Black Paper.

(Amy's POV)
After I showered, I sat on a bench in the balcony of Hye Jin's apartment overlooking Han River. The view is mesmerizing as I sip at the cup of tea in my hands. I let out a deep sigh as I watched the lights from the windows of the skyscrapers one by one turned off and the streets buzzing with cars.
It was almost 11 in the evening. Hye Jin texted me that she won't be able to go home tonight.
It was a rough day indeed. My head constantly aches ever since I arrived in the apartment. One thing is certain, I am in a foreign land and I don't know my purpose of coming here. But at least now I somehow had a clue, right?
I looked at the piece of paper in my hands labeled 'Sun and Moon Café'. 
The night is now deep and my mind is exhausted. I ushered myself to bed and closed my eyes to rest.
Alright Lie, tomorrow is another day to figure things out.
***
The taxi stopped in front of a certain café and I looked at the signage before stepping out.
Sun and Moon Café.
I inhaled some air as I gather my courage to walk inside, hoping for some answer to questions I don't even know. 
Today, I wore a teal off-shoulder neoprene dress in white and paired it with flat sandals. I walked into the store and I saw a lady in uniform who was wearing an apron fastened around her waist greeted me with a nod.
"Uhm, excuse me," I said in English. The lady just looked at me with a little panic flashed in her eyes.
"No English… no English. You wait… one minute." She immediately waved her hand as she tried her best to speak in English. I nodded my head as I understand what she means. She then entered a room that had a Korean inscription and after a few minutes passed, she exited with a guy as they both approach me.
"Hello. Manager." She said as she approached me together with the guy. She nodded indicating that she will go back to her post.
"Hello, I'm the manager." He said in English. He was a bit taller than I am and he was wearing glasses. He had the same uniform as the lady, only not having an apron tied around his waist. He invited me to take a seat in a 2-chaired table by the window.
"Good day, manager. I don't know where to start on how I am going to explain this." I pulled the receipt out of my pocket and started to explain to him how I found it inside my luggage. 
"You see, I was involved in an accident when I arrived at the airport causing me to forget my memories. I was hoping that I may somehow regain even just parts of it." I opened the piece of paper and handed it to him.
"This receipt, it's dated two years ago," he said as he looked at the date scribbled in the paper. "I'm sorry. I just started working here six months ago." He then looked at me apologetically. I smiled in return reassuring him that it's fine. I then got up and nodded as I bid him adieu.
What should I do now?
Feeling dejected, I dialed the number of my only friend here in Seoul as I walked to the nearby park as I couldn't hide the sadness deep inside.
***
(Troy's POV) 
This annoying elder sister of mine annoyed me to death since I woke up this morning, pestering me to drop her off her apartment before I go to the office.
Jin-Jin slept at the family home last night, which rarely happens even in family dinners. Every time our parents asked her to stay at home, she always declines because she doesn't want to be vexed by me and brother Cheon's presence.
"What made you sleep at the family home last night?" I asked curiously as I drive her to her apartment.
"Well, I made a friend and she's currently staying in the apartment." She quickly explained as she took her phone to answer a phone call.
"Speaking of the devil…" She showed me the caller ID before she answered the phone call. I stepped on the brakes as the traffic light marked red. I opened my phone and saw Mason's text message.
[Sir, I have some details about her.]
[Where are you right now?] I replied to Mason.
[Sun and Moon café, sir.] he swiftly answered.
"Oh yeah, just drop me off near Sun and Moon Café. My friend said she's nearby." Told Jin-Jin as she ended her call. After taking the final turn, we arrived at the said café. 
After I parked, we both went off the car. "I'll go ahead, bro!" Jin-Jin turned her back on me.
"Jin-Jin, why won't you and your friend have a coffee with us?" I asked out of the blue.
"Uhm, no thanks. I don't want her to meet my annoying little brother!" She made a crazy face in front of me with her tongue out. I chuckled at her childish antics as I looked at her walk away. 
***
As I entered the café, I saw Mason who was busy munching his French toast and sipping his coffee from time to time. 
I walked towards the table he was eating and was caught a little off-guard as he saw me.
"Sir!" He sipped his coffee as he straightened up. He then handed me the document containing his reports.
"Sir, according to my investigation, she left Berkeley and booked a ticket going here almost a month now. Also, during the day of her arrival here at Seoul, there was a multiple car accident that happened near the airport." 
So, she's here. I'm now certain about that. 
"However, sir I couldn't confirm yet if she was one of those involved in the car crash. The information about the victims was highly confidential because a VIP was also involved in the said accident." Mason continued.
"Mason, I want you to dig deeper about this accident. Find the hospitals where the victims were transported." I ordered.
After hearing Mason's report, I immediately called Alfred to inform him about the investigation.
She's here. 
My love is somewhere near me. 
A sigh of relief got out of my chest. Hopefully, I could find you sooner. 
A smile of excitement longing painted on my lips looking forward to seeing her again.

After defying her parents’ desires to marry an eligible bachelor arranged by her parents, Amy followed the desires of her heart to be with the man he loves the most. She flew to Seoul where they promised to meet and start a new life together, only to be welcomed by a car accident.

Now she’s in an unfamiliar place, with unfamiliar people, Amy struggles to keep a vow she didn’t even remember. 

Will she be able to fulfill the forgotten promise? 

Will they be able to meet again?

Christal's P.O.V

School has officially begun. 
The first couple of days of school are always
throwaway days of handing out books and those kinds of stuff. Now is when school really begins.
It was English Class, an hour before lunch.
I'm getting hungry, but our English teacher
Ms. Chan is kinda fun.
"Good morning everyone. We have a new classmate. Please introduce yourself." said Ms. Chan.
The boy beside stood up, and he walked in front of the class. He faced us and gosh,
he's handsome.
"Hello everyone. I'm Harold Choi. Let's all can be friends", he said with a sweet smile.
How can he smile like that?
"Go to your seat now, Harold. We're happy to have you in this class." Ms. Chan smiled.
"Thank you, Ms. Chan", he said as he walked to his seat, which is right beside me. Jackpot.
I gather up my courage and said to Harold,
"Hello. I'm glad were classmates. I'm Christal."
I reached out my hand for a shake.
He took my hand and said,
 "Nice to meet you, Christal. I'm Harold"
"Nice to meet you, Harold."
There was a long silence and neither of you are talking until he spoke up.
"So, since when did you study here?"
He asked out of the blue.
"Oh, um, since our freshman year so, 
3 years ago", I answered. 
"Where are you from?"
"I'm from Daegu, but when we started our group, we're here at Seoul", Harold replied.
"How did you guys started?"
 I ask because I'm curious and you don't care..
"We are trainees from Sacred Entertainment."
"What?" I accidentally yelled. Everyone looked at me. In a lower voice, I say, "What?"
"I know you won't believe me, but it's true."
"It's not that I don't believe you. I was just surprised." I said. "How many years?"
"How many years, what?" he asked.
"How many years have you been training?"
I asked as I scribble circles in my paper.
"3 years." He answered.
"Why did you transfer here?" I asked again.
"Someone threatened our group last year, 
Our manager told us its better to transfer."
"Wow. I didn't know people were so cruel to idols." "Aren't they?"
We talked about many stuff for the rest of the class. Good thing Ms. Chan didn't spot us. She sent one of classmates to detention beacause he's texting on his phone.
The bell rang, and Harold waved goodbye to me. He's handsome, but he's not arrogant. 
He's friendly. I went to the canteen and saw the girls. I bet they're only waiting for me.
I waved my hand and when they spotted me,
they ran to me for decades.
"Chrissy!" Sohyun exclaimed.
She prefers calling me Chrissy than Christal because we're the closest and she loves me a lot.
"I can't believe I saw an angel!"
Chae Yoo said as she blushed.
"Is he transfer?" Sohyun asked, eyes big and so curious.
"He is! His name is Jung Kai! 
He's a total cutie!" Chae Yoo blushed.
"But it doesn't mean I like him."
"Gosh, I met a transfer too. 
His name is Terry Kang. 
He's good in Social Studies." Sohyun said.
"All of us met at least one transfer student. 
I met Daniel Choi at Science class." 
Cheonsa said.
"I met Merwin Choi in Chemestry class."
Chae Moon said. Obvious she's not interested.
Cheonsa turned to me.
"How about you, unnie? 
Did you met a transferee?"
"I bet she did", Sohyun said, so sure of herself.
"There are five, and we've only met four. 
It's her turn."
 "Okay. I met the friendly one." 
I said, trying not to smile.
"Jinja? Who's he?" Chae Yoo asked.
"He's Harold Choi."
"Wait I think I know him." Chae Moon said.
"Was he from Daegu?"
"How did you know?" I asked as I strangle her.
"Aish Christal! Quit it!" She yelled.
She's glaring at me, so I stop.
"I think I met him back when we 
were at Grade 1."
"He said they were trainees from
 Sacred Entertainment."
I told the girls as we eat our lunch.
"You mean, they're supposed to be idols?"
Sohyun asked.
"Of course. Duh." Chae Moon said,
rolling her eyes.
"I still don't know why Chae Moon is at a really
bad mood today." Sohyun whispered to me,
a breath too loud that Chae Moon heard it.
" Hey, I have my period now so don't you dare argue with me or I'll let you eat a bloody tampon!" Chae Moon said angrily.
"I mean, Chae Moon is really, really moody today." Sohyun said.
"Watch your back, bitch. I'll kill you."
Chae Moon said, and we giggled.
We finished our lunch and said goodbye and separate ways.

Christal Jung is a highschooler at 
Maximor Academy Of Multi Arts.
Her friends are Kim Cheonsa, Lee Sohyun, 
Yoo Chae Eun and Moon Chaeyoung.

A group of boys transferred to their school
and gosh, they were so handsome and they're hearthrobs, the smartest, and the most talented of all hearthrobs. And they are....
(drumroll) TNT! (The.N.Teen)

Edward's timely intervention caused everything to calm down but Arthur was still laying there, half-conscious as if his soul was sucked out of him. 
"This should do it."
The serial-killer pocketed the scissors and looked at Arthur before he felt his whole body enveloped by a monstrous pressure which rendered him immobilized.
"Who are you?"
The Empress appeared before him, her eyes glaring at him with suffocating killing intent. She didn't know what he did but it didn't really look that helpful.
In response, Edward innocently raised his hand and jokingly said
"Whoa there! I just followed the frog's instruction. It told me to cut the connection."
"What connection?!"
"I don't know."
"Empress."
Fariya walked to Zaarae and explained, "He's Edward Ortberg, one of the prisoners. He's just a mortal so I don't know how he got here."
"Edward Ortberg?" Zaarae never heard of that name but the appearance of the Frog of Destiny was an undeniable fact and something that shocked her to the core.
The man in question wasn't able to do anything but look around curiously. Despite being threatened, he looked totally calm and care-free, as if he had nothing to do with all of this.
Unable to control her anger, Zaarae's hand snaked toward the man's throat, holding it tight and raising him above the air.
"What did you to Arthur?!"
Edward, still unfazed, squeezed a few words, his face totally red.
"I don't know…"
Fortunately, the succubus managed to calm down the Empress and made her let go of the human mortal, who fixed his dirty prisoner clothes and took a step back.
"You should be grateful, I think I saved him. He looks much better now."
Edward pointed at Arthur, who sat up while heavily breathing. The parasite was checking his body and frowning, appearing a bit confused.
After a dozen seconds, he raised his head and stared at Edward, who had average facial features, long brown hair, bushy eyebrows, and a pointy nose.
"My connection with the original body was severed."
"Severed? What do you mean?"-Fariya
"It means he's an independent clone now, for better or worse." Zaarae sighed as she stated.
She looked at Arthur and added, "Something must have happened to the original body. What are you going to do?"
"I'm not sure. I think I'll try to reach the Garden of Words before returning to him. I know myself, I won't go down that easily."
Zaarae knelt down and emitted a faint violet light from her right palm, to which Arthur didn't resist at all. The light entered his body and spread a cool and refreshing feeling across his whole body, making him feel energetic.
"In any case, I'll accompany you."
"Me too! Master!"
Fariya seductively winked while stepping closer to Arthur. Their interaction was cut short as a small figure crashed into Arthur, her tiny arms tightly hugged the surprised Arthur.
"Are you alright?"
Shen Shen appeared quite worried, she even used her Origin Water, which glistened inside this tomb as it spun around Arthur before latching itself on his back.
Arthur gently patted her back and comforted her. The little girl was strong-willed but she was particularly close with Arthur and when she saw him get hurt, she was the most anxious of them all.
"So, what's this about a Garden? I've never heard of it." Casually said Edward as he walked around the massive coffin. He took out a small piece of paper and read its content then pocketed it again, unaware of the weird gazes he was getting from everyone in the room.
"Why are you here? How did you get here?" 
Hearing Arthur's questions, the man spread his hands and replied.
"Didn't you see? That frog brought me here against my will, though I must say, it feels good to leave that gloomy place. I was about to go back to the prison, that forest brought me the creeps, I tell you!"
As he listened to the serial-killer complaining, Arthur was confused, he glanced at Zaarae, who was creasing her brows, appearing even more puzzled than him.
"Master, the Frog of Destiny, which is a mythical being, like us, just appeared here. I think his special soul is the cause."
"The Heaven's Mandate soul?"
Radolf nodded his head and clarified,
"His first meeting with the Frog must've awakened his soul hence the current outcome. I just don't understand why he was brought here specifically."
Arthur shifted back his focus on Edward and asked, 
"What's with the scissors?"
"Ah, those?" Edward held the plastic orange scissors, which looked no different than the cheap ones found on earth. "I found them near the frog. Since they might be useful, I kept them. So… what are we going to do? Is it time to catch the thief?"
"Thief? How do you know about the thief?"
"Hmm" The man rubbed his chin, trying to appear wise, "The birds told m-"
Before he could finish, Arthur appeared before him like a ghost and snatched the piece of paper containing the prophecy. Unfortunately, it was totally blank, which made Arthur instinctively raise his head and stare back at Edward.
"I was about to tell you but you're so irritable."
"This is empty?"
"Empty?" Edward glanced at the paper and still saw the small English words.
"No it's not."
The Empress walked next to Arthur and spoke, "Tell us what it says."
"Ehm, alright. The past Kingdom now within reach, for the golden sand will rise, its glow full of praise.
The tomb raider now here, and the thief's identity is clear. 
Since time immemorial the leaf is unshaken, it's time for it to be taken."
After a brief silence, Edward muttered, "Isn't it a bit corny?"
Arthur didn't reply as he memorized the said words and tried to decipher them but it wasn't that easy. The general meaning could be grasped but why was the thief mentioned and what's this about the leaf?
The tomb raider is none other than him and the said kingdom is the Ramel Kingdom but it said that the sand will rise while, in reality, the whole Fallen God Clan was massacred.
"Where did you find this paper?"
"Literally on the ground."
"Where exactly?"
"Damn woman, at least let me breathe and eat."
Edward inwardly cursed and closed his eyes, unwilling to talk to Zaarae anymore. The Empress was further incensed but she didn't do anything and maintained an eerie silence.
*******
One hour later, in one of the local inns in Ramel City, Arthur, Zaarae, Edward, and the rest were sitting around the table but only one was nonchalantly filling his stomach, which has been empty and craving for food for a long, long time.
The clan's treasury was emptied but the tomb was left unscathed as to not anger Karima's spirit. Zaarae did say that although the woman is dead, her spirit can still appear and fight off any danger that may threaten the peace of this land. She did specifically say 'peace of the land' rather than 'the safety of the clan', which means that, for her, at least, this golden desert is what's precious. 
Obviously, what happened in the royal castle, which was no more, made the whole city turn chaotic. Many fled outside while the greedy ones attempted to enter the destroyed castle, hoping for some gains. Sadly for them, there were two remaining protectors which attacked anyone who got close, though they didn't trouble Arthur, not after he possessed Karima and obtained her powers. 
In addition to the shock of being severe from the real body, Arthur was flabbergasted when he saw his stats increase by billions of points. Apparently, Karima did break the limiter too, and her physical body was undoubtedly monstrously strong. 
Just as the Empress said, with his current stats, he doesn't have to fear the likes of Habs. Actually, if he were to fight the Warden, he was 60% sure of his victory, if he went all-out, of course.
"Ahh! This is delicious! Too delicious!"
The man gobbled up everything in the table, stopping only when his stomach started bulging forward. He licked his finger, burped then looked at Arthur, who was coldly watching him.
"So, there's a thief?"
Edward pondered for a moment before adding, "It says his identity is clear but if we were to follow the words chronologically from top to bottom then the rise of the sand will happen first… then again, from what I heard, you did a bloody job and exterminated the royal family."
He looked at Shen Shen and brightly smiled at the little girl, who was quietly drinking some juice.
"Maybe the meaning is literal? I don't know much about this fiction-like world but sand can rise in the air, right? It can be golden too, yes? I'm thinking there must be a trigger."
His eyes narrowed his smile widened. "Perhaps your actions were that trigger. Mayhap the gods are angered? Some sort of automatic retaliation? Ah! I really don't know, I'm new to all of this."
"What if you are the trigger?" retorted Arthur.
"Me? Highly unlikely. You previously said my soul is special but, on earth, the existence of the soul is in relation to beliefs. It isn't something that can be seen so there's little to know about it. Anyway, it seems our destinies are linked, Arthur, so how about you teach me how to fly and spit fire? I think that's kinda cool and useful."
"I'm not going to teach anything to a psychopath and a murderer."
"Come now, being a psychopath isn't a sin. I'm unable to feel sympathy or remorse but that doesn't make me bad. As for being a murderer, I can't argue against that but you did kill lots of people too, innocents included."
"I did it out of necessity while you did it for pleasure."
"Is that supposed to make a difference? Cuz it's not. Look, there's a little girl here so how about we switch the topic, eh?"-Edward
"I'm not a little girl."
Hearing this, Edward seemed genuinely surprised. He knitted his brows and asked Shen Shen
"Oh? Are you one of those old people who always look young? Wow… that's the first time I'm seeing one."
"I'm not old!" protested Shen Shen as she emptied her glass of juice and snorted.
********
"Hahahaha now I really can't contribute our meeting to just luck!"
A man with long brown hair and a young-looking face laughed loudly as he stood before a blond youth. Timos casual black leather clothes with a grey cape hanging on his back, he looked at the astonished Vyncent, his pupils glowing with a golden radiance for a split second before returning to normal.
"Why are you here?" Asked Vyncent as he contained his shock.
"Why, for the same reason as you, of course."
The Black Devil pointed at a strange and moving pit filled with hideous and twisting faces. 
"I don't know if the Heavens favor you or Hell hates you."
"…" Vyncent frowned but didn't say anything, the grey coin in his hand was intensely beating, like a living heart. It became incredibly restless as he got closer to the ominous sandpit and it seemed to be telling him to jump inside, something he would rather not do.
"This is the first time I'm seeing such a dangerous thing but I have a hunch about what it is."
Timos clapped his hands, turned around, angling himself toward the pit, before saying,
"I'm jumping in, you coming or not?"
Vyncent thought for a moment before slowly nodding his head and standing next to The Black Devil.
***
BONUS LORE : After what is commonly known as the Hour of Creation, the eighteen regions are created. 
The ruler of the Water Region is titled 'The Governor of the Ocean' but not many know that her real name is Shen Shen.
The Moon and Star Regions are ruled by the same person, the Star Empress.
The Eighteen Regions are:
The Water Region
The Fire Region
The Demon Region
The Death Region
The Earth Region
The Wind Region
The Lightning Region
The Light Region
The Space Region
The Clockwork Region
The Singularity Region
The Fairy Region
The Saint Forest Region
The Golden Sand Region
The Mortal Region
The Star Region
The Moon Region
The Beast Alliance Region


Arthur, a Rich businessman was kidnapped and tortured for months by men his wife hired. After months of this hell, he was given a second chance, a new life in a different world and, of course, Arthur would rather start a new life than stay and continue to be tortured, so he accepted the deal that was proposed by a mysterious individual, but when he finally was reincarnated, Arthur discovered he was a..... parasite?

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PS: Don't expect a kind MC who saves everyone but don't also expect a full anti-hero MC.
MC is a hypocrite, deal with it.

I was sitting at my desk, reading over some of the proposals given to me. Carefully considering which one was worthwhile of our budget. I meticulously inspected through dozens of papers, delicately inked, signed by the head of each department. Technicians, doctors, engineers and even the headmaster of the Cransfield boarding school had all submitted various requests for resources. The list of applicants, of course was longer, but the other requests were received from insignificant departments (such as the department of Psychological Counselling), and was of little consequence to society. I was 27 then, far too young to be given the authority that I had, far too stupid, but somehow here I was.

I looked outside of my window, onto an artificial moonlit sky, as I sipped my black tea, yes, it was English breakfast, my favourite kind. I picked up a blue fountain pen and began to list the equipment and budget that each of these facilities requested. The hospital required new linen bed sheets, disinfectant, and narcotics, since there was an ongoing epidemic within the dome and they needed to be resupplied with the resources for the sick. What the technicians and engineers requested were synthetic materials, used to mend the patches of the dome. The cost of these synthetic materials were very budget efficient, thus making it a viable option. If both were to pass this selection, then surely they would benefit everyone in this society.

The last request (worth considering) was a request for more "Bubbles", a type of physical inspection machine. The headmaster had sent in a request for the latest model, invented by the scientific team. I sighed a long breath of air, as I took another sip of my black tea.

As the "Knight", it was my job to make unbiased decisions. Personal feelings were not supposed to affect my work, so whenever the Schools requested new "Bubbles", my mind would always agonise over the decision for hours on end. Non stop. But at the end of those long hours the decision that I had come to had always been the same. I wanted to give them more chances, I did, but something in me, perhaps a survival instinct. No, it was probably closer to paranoia prevented me. I slowly dragged my pen across the paper, a thin line of navy ink slowly trailed behind. In a few strokes I had neatly signed my name at the bottom of the paper, the Cransfield paper.

I sighed in relief, as I slowly packed up my bits and pieces ready to head home. As I walked out of the brick building, I stared upwards at the ultramarine sky. It was a fake sky, devoid of all reality. A hologram, but all the same it was beautiful. Maybe even more so than even the real thing. Little spots of light, artificial light, sparkled and the moon, the big round full moon gleamed brightly.

Then, ever so suddenly I was filled with a sense of overwhelming loneliness. The kind that ate away at one's soul, continuously, until the individual could no longer bear it. "Forget me not". I remember those words clearer than yesterday, although I cannot remember the face of the person who once said those words to me. Every single day, at this time, as I head home, the bright artificial moon would almost bring me to tears. Under the same night sky, 10 years ago, it was a different world for us. We were so young, naive and stupid. Back then her face was the most natural thing for me to remember, how could I forget it, after all the time we spent together? But now, whenever I try to recall memories, her face is nothing but a blur. That thought saddens me greatly. The "she" that I am referring to is Kim Alexander, my best friend.

My name is Layla White. I am a "Knight". I work for both the Ministry of Security and The Ministry of Management, in the departments of Public Security, and the Board of Decisions. To be honest here, to have made it to my late twenties, is no easy feat. But no one except for me knows that. Every single time I walk around the dome, something reminds me of Kim. Like last week, when I walked to the border of the dome, as I stepped outside, the red sunrise seemed so reminiscent of her. It was always odd things like this that reminded me of my time at Cransfield.

I am currently writing this recount in the hopes that one day someone, someday, somewhere would find it and read my story. The twisted nature of human beings is why no matter how much history repeats itself, we will always fall into the same traps, possess the same faults and flaws. In this sense we are selfish, foolish and ignorant. No matter the era, no matter how much blood we shed we never learn. I guess I am no different than the people I am describing here. I am someone unable to change. A failure I suppose.

Sometimes I wonder if the decision I made on that fateful night was right one? Would our deranged society be different had I not interfered? Would it be a better, fairer society? What even constitutes a better society? Who even has the right to judge society? We humans tend to blame our own shortcomings on the society that we exist in, but at the end of the day, we, humans are the ones who make up society. So are we the ones to blame? To whomever is reading this in the distant future, I have a few questions I would like to address to you.

As I am writing this, my hand trembles in unease. Has the society of the future remained unchanged from our current system? Has it changed for the better? What about "love"? Are families allowed to live together now? Does The Cransfield Education Facility still exist even a century from now?

This book is a prayer from me to the heavens. A prayer that with this book I can somehow influence society in some aspect to evolve. Through writing down my experiences I hope to encourage the future of humanity to not repeat the same mistakes as our generation. When I am finished typing this book, I will store it on a hard drive and store it in a time capsule underground.

Before I get back to my story, I have a personal favour to ask of the reader. Please do not forget about me. Part of the reason I decided to push these keys, is so that I will be remembered as a real person, who once existed. I beg of you, please do not forget about me, please remember me, the same way that I remember Kim.

On a side note, this book is dedicated to my forever best friend, Kim.

It was ten years ago when I first ventured outside of the safety of the dome, and now, venturing outside was common practice for a Knight. Funnily enough though, this memory remains untouched by the passage of time, clear as day, unlike my other memories. Every time I recall memories, it feels as though whenever I reach out my hands, to the past me, or the Kim of the past, my fingertips, narrowly brush past, barely missing. My past self leaves me behind as I slowly age, and my hand crumbles to dust. Every time that happens, my recollection of the past grows fainter and fainter, like a fire barely flickering, fighting desperately for its survival. Strangely enough though, in my memory of the red sunrise outside, Kim was never there.

As I headed on my way home I passed by the Cransfield Educational Facility. More precisely where the dorms where located. Those large brick buildings towered over the school, providing shade for relief in those scorching hot summers. Ahh, the dorms. The dorms where we spent so much of our childhood, gossiping in, giggling, telling jokes. The four of us in a room. The last time that the four of us had all been together. It was August, 2198. I had just turned 17.

Although I could not remember anybody's face, I could imagine their expressions ever so vividly, and everything that we had discussed in our conversation. Memory, sure is a funny thing, huh? Hannah Thomas, I recall, was shyly recounting to us another one of her crushes. She had too many of those to be honest. Originally she had not intended to tell us any of the details, but Felicity Lee and I had blackmailed her (with the various embarrassing stories that we had accumulated from being roommates for seven years), into telling us.

You see, Felicity had a nose for gossip, any juicy information on who's dating who, which students had sex, and drama between friend groups, she knew it. She could smell it in the air. It was a kind of instinct that came naturally to her, which made her all the more intimidating as an enemy, but made her incredibly interesting as a friend, and especially as a roommate, where she would reveal all the juicy secrets at night and cause you to giggle in silence.

  Felicity quickly cut to the chase." So is he handsome?"

" He's very good looking!" Hannah replied, her eyes twinkling in excitement, but not without a tinge of embarrassment.

" So what's his name?" I remember asking her, not because I really cared, but because I was bored.

" Finn. He's in the grade above us. I can't really remember his last name, but he has blond hair and blue eyes." She spoke softly but nervously.

" It's Finn Alexander." It was then when Kim interrupted our conversation. She was sitting in the corner of the little brick room, near our oak closet, propped up against the cushions reading her book on Calculus. " He's my big bro."

It was then that everyone in that room fell in shock. Except for me. I had already known beforehand. I was too focused on the short red headed girl in the corner. It was two years before this conversation, when I finally realised how beautiful a woman Kim was. Every time I talked to Kim although I was comfortable with her, my eyes would always wander to her eyes, nose and lips, and every now and then I would hear my heart thumping against my chest. This time my eyes settled on her plump, soft lips, they were so perfect, that for an instant I felt a surge of rage towards Darren for defiling them.

That unjustified rage soon stopped when Kim opened her mouth to speak again. " Don't date him, he's a playboy, he'll play with your feelings and dump you after sex." She rolled her eyes. " His last "girlfriend" came crying to me after he dumped her." "Such a pain in the ass." She muttered under her breath.

Everyone kept silent after that. She was exaggerating quite a bit, in reality he only had sex with one girl, but she was quite mad at him for it. That was probably the most she had spoken to all four of us together in 6 months. We simply had no words to say. Deep down within all of us we knew that Kim had changed. A lot in the last year or so. The bright, cool and outgoing little girl that we had known had become a somewhat more reserved, quiet woman. But we knew that it wasn't natural change, like puberty or anything.

Looking back in retrospect, Kim probably had known about it, even back then. That was what changed her. She could no longer find the words she was looking for whenever she spoke, and at times she would randomly wander off, on walks in unknown dirt paths in the forest, leading to nowhere.

During that year she had barely participated in any of our gossip sessions, she would either read a book in the corner, or listen to us quietly without ever speaking a word. Her eyes always had a vacant look about them, and they often wandered aimlessly into the horizon. There is a reason why this memory comes back so clearly. It was during this time that I left behind a single regret. That I never told Kim that I loved her.

Everyday, as Layla heads home from her office, the artificial sky above her head reminds her of her school days. For some reason a girl called Kim is present in those memories. The strange thing is that Layla cannot even recall Kim's face, and yet what is this painful feeling that fills Layla's chest every time she is reminded of Kim?


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Prologue)
That morning I got up at 5:16, alarm blaring and birds chirping. I sheepishly turned my alarm off got up.. you know how it went..

I went straight to the lunchroom, since that was what they ordered us to do. 
"Yo nick!" 
After walking through the lunchroom doors, I was greeted by a light-skinned boy. Short hair brown eyes, his clothes consisted of black Nike's, dark blue jeans, a red shirt, and a black jacket.
"Oh wassup Alex" (short for Alexander)
"You got you schedule?!?"
"Yea-"
"What are your classes?"
I then took out a folded yellow sheet of paper from my pocket, and as I started to fully unfold it I turn to Alex.
"What do you got?", I say before proceeding to reed off of his paper... 
Math II - Ms. Sanders 
Spanish II - Mr. Santos
Phys Ed - Mr. Hampton
Art- Mr. Devon
Lunch
Chemistry - Mr. Jackson
English II - Ms. Cassidy
U.S History - Mr. Jervier"

"Dang bro I got..
 U.S history- Jervier
Integrated math II - Hudson
Phys Ed - Khani
chemistry - Fletcher
Lunch
Art - Shemit (she- mit)
English II - Lambert
Spanish - Randolph "

"Dang we got no classes" says Alex, "yea but I'll see you at lunch and practice". The boy then looks at me before sighing, " yeah I guess"

The light of the moon illuminated the surroundings. I looked at the entrance of the village. I couldn't read what was said on top of the sign hanging near the entrance and thus had realized I didn't know the language of this world.
I immediately knew that I had to spend a shard the next day to solve this problem. I couldn't help but shudder thinking of the pain but on the other hand, learning it from zero was much more difficult for me to accept.
Ignoring the odd looks I got because of my torn and bloody clothes, I entered an establishment that I identified as an Inn. I approached the lady who took orders and calmly pointed to a nearby table my meaning clear that I wanted the same.
The lady looked at me strangely but nodded anyway and said something that I didn't understand. I ignored her and calmly took out the few paper money I had found in my clothes before and gave it to her.
She took the money with a smile and after counting it. She gave back a portion and mentioned to me to sit somewhere. I pointed at a room and looked back at her while holding 1 finger up indicating 1 night. She took back the portion she had given me and gave me a key.
I walked up the stairs and found the room that had a similar carving as the key which indicated they belonged to each other and entered it. I immediately collapsed on the bed and let out the breath that I was holding without knowing. 
I smiled proudly at myself, I had interacted with people perfectly and I didn't know a single thing about their language. I was mentally exhausted and physically hungry. My ability to remain in optimum physical condition only applied to injuries, external factors such as diseases and the workings of the body, not nutrients and the energy my body needed to function. So I needed to eat, for now at least.
Not long after, A waitress brought me some food. It tasted better than I expected it to. I fell asleep soon after finishing my meal.
The next day I woke up and searched for my phone. Not finding it where I expected it to be, caused me to jump out of the bed and I panicked for a while before I remembered the stuff that had happened the previous day. 
I sighed and With slight fear went back into my Shard Dimension. There I found a new shard ready to be used. I mustered my courage and grasped it in my hand all the while conveying my need to understand the language of this world.
The shard melted and the pain began, A minute of extreme suffering later. I went back into the dimension again to see what I have gotten. I now had an ability similar to those babel fish from hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy. Essentially, I had the ability to read and write and speak in any language that could exist and It would appear to as if am reading and writing and talking in English. Extremely useful and broken ability, I could even talk to animals...
Finally feeling confident, I left the room in high spirits. The moment I heard people talking in English I relaxed considerably. Since I had no more money on me, The next problem arose. I had to make money somehow.
I asked around and finally managed to find a way to make some quick money. Slaying monsters! Various kinds of monsters hunted the Hunting village's forest and the south area thus slaying them was a regular Job offer to the wizard guilds.
I needed a superpower for that of course, but I could manage 1 day of hunger so I decided to wait another day. To keep myself occupied I asked around and found some very interesting information. 
I found out that Wizards and magic were a real thing in this world and there were even guilds consisting of wizards who accepted jobs for money. It didn't take long for me to figure out the name of the greatest wizard guild Fairy Tail.
That's how I figured out I was in Fiore, a fictional world. It was a shock but I calmly accepted it because I had a superpower factory, so why not?!
I did some menial chores since I was very strong now and earning money for another night at the Inn. Next-Day I spent a shard to get telekinesis.
Without further ado, I went into the forest and tried using my power. First, I calmed my mind. Ever since I had gotten this shard on telekinesis I felt a cool feeling in my mind that didn't exist before. So I just touched upon that and boom. I could channel it to create a force to move stuff around. It felt amazing and I familiarized myself with it for one hour. It came to me instinctually and I was able to easily use it. 
I could at most lift a medium-sized bolder, anything above that and I would start getting a headache. Only solid things I could move with my mind. I was not superhuman in any sense but the fact that I could move stuff with my mind was pretty awesome.
I could make a medium-sized bolder float 10 meters from the ground for an hour in terms of endurance before I started to get a headache. So, Overall I was pretty sure I could handle some monsters.
I crushed some rocks into the shape of spears and strapping them to my back, I began going into the dangerous parts. Thankfully I had a very good body to handle the weight, I mainly wanted to train my body and see if I could get stronger.
In terms of my looks, I had black hair with blue eyes. My face was handsome but not extremely, however, coupled with my body, I would give me of that time a 9/10. As a man, I was very good looking, Not me, of course, the body had a good looking face so With optimum condition it turned into this. I didn't think of my looks as anything special though, I could always get a shapeshifting power so...
Anyway, I was looking forward to slaying some monsters and getting money. I was definitely going to research magic in this world and I was definitely going to join Fairy Tail for that since they are the best guild in the kingdom and also I wanted to see the amount of resemblance between this world and the one portrayed on earth as a fictional story.
So many things to do, I was going to enjoy this new life...

A tale of friendships and sorrows, Wars and Heroes, An adventure across many worlds. The Greatest Warrior of existence emerges.
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A young man tricking a god!
1st wish: Make me a Super Saiyan God!
2nd wish: Give me the ability to freely go to any reality, fictional or not!
3rd wish: Give me ...

The full mark in English test was 150. Song Yan's best mark was 75, which meant his best mark was 15 to the pass line.
 
The examination papers were distributed, giving the odor of printing ink. After filling his name, Song Yan didn't immediately start the exam. He first briefly scanned the paper and found it was not that hard.

Song Yan took a deep breath and started his work.

Song Yan finished two pages without a break. He was in a pretty good mood. He stretched himself and relaxed his aching neck before he continued.

Song Yan didn't know his moves caught some one's attention.



In Han Sha's opinion, Song Yan frowned and bit his pen every time he took an English test. She saw Song Yan doing the test so smoothly for the first time.



"Is he filling the wrong answers?" When Han Sha thought about this, she was a little disappointed. She walked to the last row and stood there out of curiosity.



The test only began for 20 minutes, but Song Yan had finished two pages and started the third page.



Han Sha fixed her eyes upon Song Yan's paper and scanned it briefly. To her surprise, Song Yan reached an accuracy of more than 90 percent.

"How's that possible?" Han Sha unconsciously wondered whether Song Yan had seen the examination paper before. But she immediately denied this idea as she arranged the examination questions last night and printed the examination papers this morning. There was no possibility that the examination paper was released. Besides, it was a small test, and Song Yan didn't need to steal the examination paper.



In order to find out the reason, Han Sha stayed still beside Song Yan.



The moment Han Sha stood by his side, Song Yan knew it as Han Sha had a unique aroma, which smelled quite sweet yet fresh.



Song Yan was a little nervous at the beginning, but he gradually buried himself in the exam and even forgot the existence of Han Sha.



Han Sha was pretty much surprised. She briefly calculated Song Yan's score in her mind, and to her surprise, it already reached 90. Song Yan didn't start writing the composition yet. If the score of the composition was added, Song Yan would achieve a score of more than 100.



As far as she knew, Song Yan had failed all the English tests before.



Many teachers disliked Song Yan as he was an academic loser. Yan Weimin, teacher in charge of the class, even said Song Yan was a black sheep and a drag on the Class 9 when speaking of Song Yan in private.

But Han Sha didn't agree with Yan Weimin. In her opinion, there were no stupid students in the world. They were just unwilling to learn. Therefore, she had been patient to every student and paid attention to their interest cultivation.



After Song Yan finished the composition, Han Sha went away quietly. Song Yan's composition was not that stunning, but there were not grammatical errors. It was normal composition. Even the strictest teacher would give it a score of 15, and a merciful teacher might give it a score of 20.



After the examination, Han Sha went back to her office with the examination papers. She first took out Song Yan's paper and checked it.



After checking, Han Sha looked at the score and gave a satisfied smile. The score was not that amazing, but was much higher than Song Yan's previous ones.



Suddenly, she had an idea. She wanted to ask Song Yan why he had make such a great progress.



After the examination, Song Yan went to the rest room to piss. He called out the system interface and widened his eyes as he saw a change in the Fame bar. The Fame used to be 9, but it turned to be 10 now.



Song Yan thought a while and didn't know why as he didn't do anything special today

Teacher Lee looked through Qiao Nan's papers again and again. It pained her to see her scores. But Qiao Nan answered brilliantly for every subjective question. In particularly for her essay, she scored flying colors.
As a Chinese teacher, it had been a long time since Teacher Lee saw such a well-written essay.
Aside from her neat handwriting, her essay was fair and reasonable; the language used though simple had deep meaning; it was logical and well structured. All in all, she could not find any fault with it.
Such a brilliant essay deserved full marks. However the teachers from the Chinese team had multiple discussions and decided that Qiao Nan's use of words was too simple and deducted one mark for that.
What did one mean by back to basics?
This was back to basics!
Actually Teacher Lee did not agree to the deduction and wanted to have a discussion with the Chinese team.
But she was infuriated when she saw Qiao Nan's answers for the components in front.
Memorization component accounted for a total of 10 marks. Qiao Nan did not get a single mark!
As for the other four marks, it was all pure memory work.
In other words, if Qiao Nan had studied what was taught in class while Teacher Lee tried to fight for that extra one mark, this average Chinese test paper would then score full marks!
It was common to have a full score for elementary Chinese paper. But for junior high level, in particularly secondary three, it was rare to see full marks for Chinese papers.
This could actually be the highest results among the cohort, a once in a blue moon full marks. But Qiao Nan wasted it all and ended up with 85 points, placed somewhere in the middle. How could Teacher Lee not be angry?
Teacher Lee felt that it was a pity for Qiao Nan to score this kind of result.
Because of this Teacher Lee did not sleep at all last night. She pondered over what she should say to Qiao Nan, in order for her to understand and reflect on her mistakes.
Teacher Lee was even angrier when she realized that Qiao Nan also had not done well in Maths, the subject that she was always good at.
But now Teacher Lee no longer thought that way.
Teacher Chen knew that Teacher Lee would be upset by Qiao Nan's results. When he learned of Qiao Nan's situation at home, he went back to the office and informed Teacher Lee about Qiao Nan's complicated situation.
After learning of Qiao Nan's situation, Teacher Lee could only sigh in exasperation. No matter how hardworking the child was, if their parents were unreasonable, what could a child do?
For those areas that require memorizing, no matter how hard Qiao Nan tried to commit the knowledge to her memory, if her parents had sold her textbooks, there was no way that she could revise.
Teacher Lee looked at Qiao Nan with mixed emotions. The other students in the class were bewildered. Qiao Nan had not done well in her exams. Why didn't Teacher Lee reprimand her? Why did she stare at Qiao Nan but with no words of displeasure?
Come on, Qiao Nan deserved a serious scolding!
After the long summer break of fun, most of the students did not do well in the exams, they were bound to be spanked by their parents.
But they would at least be comforted by seeing Qiao Nan being reprimanded by the teachers.
A lot of the students were looking forward to seeing Teacher Lee rant at Qiao Nan. However after a while Teacher Lee said, "All of you should learn from… Qiao Nan, look at how well written her essay is. Then take a look at your own essay, is that even an essay? After a long break, all of your essays are rubbish."
Teacher Lee bombarded the students for not doing well. "Qiao Nan, write a copy of your essay and paste it on the blackboard at the back of the classroom. Of course, everyone should just learn from the way she wrote her essay. Qiao Nan, do you know that your results were a real pity? It should have been… forget it, it was painfully agonizing to talk about it. Study hard in the future, you shouldn't lose these 10 points."
Qiao Nan flushed red with shame at Teacher Lee's criticism and praise.
In particularly when Teacher Lee gazed at her, she felt a twinge of guilt, as if she had done something wrong to Teacher Lee.
At this, Qiao Nan thought what a cruel mockery this exam was.
After the lesson was over, Qiao Nan felt a shadow behind her, she turned and saw a girl glaring at her. She seemed to be unhappy. "Qiao Nan, hurry up and make a copy of your essay. I wanted to see just how brilliant it is."
Qiao Nan had not much impression on this classmate. Qiao Nan was also not interested in making copies of her essay.
Without a word, Qiao Nan took out her essay from her exam paper, and pasted it on the blackboard at the back of the classroom, "Look at it yourself."
After which she went on to study her Maths exams paper, paying attention to the problems.
"You." Zhao Yu was enraged at Qiao Nan's attitude. "Well there's nothing to be proud of. You only did well for your essay and scored an average score of 85 points. That's not the highest!" 
There was no way to hide the fact that Qiao Nan did not do as well for this exam and was told off by Teacher Lee.
She heard Zhao Yu grunting to herself and turned back to look at her. What exactly was wrong with this young lady?
But she turned her attention back to the Maths exam paper after one glance.
Zhao Yu grew angrier by the moment, seeing how Qiao Nan appeared to be unaffected, and could not be bothered to bicker with her.
With a look of disbelief, Zhao Yu snorted and went to look at Qiao Nan's essay. She had intended to pick on every small error that she could find. But after a long time reading the essay, Zhao Yu had to admit, the essay was very well written.
So what, she might have lose out to her this time, but there was always the next time and the time after that!
Zhao Yu clenched her fists and returned to her seat to read her essay book.
Soon after, the class had an English lesson. Unlike Teacher Chen and Teacher Lee, Teacher Yu was the only teacher who was all smiles on the way into the classroom. "After a summer break, a lot of students have lagged behind in their studies. Of course, there are some who have improved. Do you all know what's the highest English score for the secondary three cohort and who is that student?"
"How many points?"
"98?"
"Bet it was not more than 99."
There was an essay component for junior high English. Just like a Chinese essay, it would be difficult to score full marks.
"It is definitely not Qiao Nan." Zhao Yu snickered and whispered softly.
Zhao Yu also sat in the second row, very close to Qiao Nan. So Qiao Nan overheard what she said.
Qiao Nan arched her eyebrows. She must have messed with this young lady in the past. Today was the second time she had picked on her.
"Nobody has the answer? Well, I also didn't think that there would be a full marks this time! And the most commendable part is that this full marks score came from our class, Secondary Three Class One. Qiao Nan, come and get your paper."
Every teacher usually went by one of the three styles to hand out the exam papers - firstly, from highest to lowest; secondly, from lowest to highest; and lastly, randomly.
As for today, Teacher Yu did not seem to be handing out according to the second or third scenario. If so, Qiao Nan was the one who scored full marks?
A lot of the students who were hoping that Qiao Nan would flunk her third subject, so as to have an excuse to rebut their parents back at home, were distraught when the teacher called out Qiao Nan's name.


Qiao Nan: Crap! I am your biological daughter, yet I am treated as if I was picked up from the streets. In fact, you treat me worse than that!

Mother Qiao: Qiao Nan, you are not as pretty or smart as your elder sister. You are not as blessed as her. You have no right to study, marry, or to have your happiness!

Qiao Nan: Why am I not allowed to study, marry, or to seek my happiness? I will find a man right now and marry him!

Qiao Nan is dumbstruck upon discovering that the man right beside her is a powerful figure in the quad—the person who has the most promising prospects to be the future Chief.

Qiao Nan stares at the well-built man in front of her. He has firm abs and cold, chilling eyes. She swallows the lump in her throat as she says her greetings, "Good Morning, Chief!"

"Boss?"

    Among the couple, the young man is dressed in fancy, colorful hair and full of winds in the valley.

    He put his hands in his trouser pockets, looked around, his eyes were not very friendly, and he seemed to have a bit of disgust.

    The girlfriend pulled the sleeve of the young man and blinked. The young man slammed his hand and took his hands out of the trouser pocket, slightly converging the look of the flow.

    "...Is you going to dine?" Mu Xiaoyue stood up hesitantly and said in English.

    After knowing her appearance, the young woman covered her mouth and looked surprised. "You, are you a month-month sister?"

    "Yes."

    Mu Xiaoyue also reacted, heard Chinese, subconscious As for the answer, the face suddenly became strange.

    "Too good! Take a photo first!" The young woman immediately abandoned her boyfriend, squeezed to Mu Xiaoyue, took out the fruit phone to adjust the angle, and then took a few shots, and then nodded and nodded.

    "You shouldn't have read my food article, specifically looking for it?" Mu Xiaoyue asked curiously.

    In the food travel notes, Mu Xiaoyue specifically arranged the address of Xia's Chinese cuisine store in the content of the article. If you read the article carefully, it is easy to find it by following the address.

    The young woman snorted and asked: "Moon month sister, the Chinese cuisine here, is it really authentic?"

    "You know when you eat, I can't describe it with words, the word is poor." Mu Xiaoyue hands one Spread.

    "Is it?" The

    woman's eyes lit up and turned to pull her boyfriend in Shibuya, and found a clean position to sit down.

    Mu Xiaoyue glanced at the past.

    This woman is still very young. She should be a Japanese student. Her boyfriend is obviously Japanese. The two talk in Japanese. The woman has a little pleading. She seems to be asking to stay in the Chinese restaurant, while her boyfriend is frowning. , not very willing.

    "Xiaoya, look at the store, I am going to find the stinky boy." Mu Xiaoyue threw the shop work to the girlfriends and walked into the backyard of the Xia restaurant.

    "A Yu?"

    Along the narrow stairs, to the second floor, Mu Xiaoyue looked at the clean and tidy room, nodded secretly, found the bedroom, one bedroom was empty, the other closed the door, obviously someone was inside. She stood outside the door and shouted a few times in a row. A black shadow gradually enlarged after sliding the door.

    "Moon sister?" After

    opening the door, Xia Yu was surprised.

    He looked like a day and night too much, black eye bags are very heavy, so Mu Xiaoyue frowns, revealing the incomprehensible color.

    It's only been more than three hours, and in the afternoon, the teenager who is still alive and kicking, how his face has become so bad. Mu Xiaoyue was suspicious at the bottom of his heart, and his eyes could not help but cross Xia Yu and squatted into his bedroom. He did not see any disharmony.

    The line of sight deliberately paused in the bedroom trash can, did not see a stack of white paper towels full, Mu Xiaoyue retracted his guilty conscience, a few blush on his cheeks.

    "How come you have a nap at night?" I couldn't help but say

    that Mu Xiaoyue pulled up Xia Yu's arm and dragged him down the stairs, explaining: "The shop is coming to the guest, it is my fan. She last night. I read the food travel notes I wrote, specifically looking for them, you can give me a good hospitality, or you will lose my reputation!"

    Xia Yu dizzy head, step by step downstairs, gradually awake.

    He suddenly remembered, why Mu Xiaoyue is in the store.

    About three days ago, in the heavy rain in Tokyo, he asked Anja and Mu Xiaoyue to help the shop, and practiced in the kitchen...

    not right!

    With such a thought, Xia Yu's tangled discovery, the timeline is completely chaotic, the problem is in the kitchen space!

    "System, how long have I been in the kitchen space?"

    "You entered the kitchen space at 2:33 pm Tokyo time. It is now 5:48 pm Tokyo time of the day, for a total of 3 hours and 15 minutes. The system replied diligently.

    "What?!"

    Xia Yu was shocked.

    Only three hours have elapsed in the real world. The problem is that he feels that he has been in the kitchen space for at least three days. He is practicing cooking all day long, and the whole person is mentally numb.

    Swallowing and spitting, Xia Yu realizes that he understands the exchange time, there is a big problem!

    10 points of fame, you can redeem an hour of kitchen space training time.

    Note that this time refers to the real world time!

    "Is it an hour of reality? Is it a day in the kitchen space?" Xia Yu suddenly felt that this thought was terrible.

    Suffered by Mu Xiaoyue to the store.

    "You want to eat?"

    Xia Yu temporarily took up unnecessary distractions and looked at the young couple in front of him.

    "..." When I

    saw the question, I was a young man with a young age. The woman first looked at Mu Xiaoyue and then opened her mouth slightly. "You, are you the owner of this store?

    " I am not just the boss, but the chef." Xia Yu smiled.

    The woman used Japanese and he naturally answered in Japanese.

    "Ha?" The young man next to Shibuya, the expression is wonderful, from surprise, to questioning, then a little bit humbly, "Are you a student of Yuanyue?"

    "No." Xia Yu shook his head.

    The young face of Shibuya changed his face, and there was a disgusting disgust in his eyes. He said: "This way, you are not a student of Yuanyue, why do you dare to run a restaurant at this age, who gave you this? "Courage?"

    "To know the appetite of the guests, it is not just a casual and plausible dish, you can get away with it." He questioned.

    The girlfriend yelled at him, and this time, the young people of Shigufeng did not show weakness and went back.

    "Do you say that Chinese food is made by this kid? It is better to go to the restaurant opened by the graduates of the distant month to eat Japanese food. Specially braved the bad weather, take the tram, who knows that the chef is so unreliable, really Disappointed."

    Seeing his girlfriend, he can only stand up and apologize.

    "Sorry, he is a bit misunderstood about Chinese cuisine, so..."

    Xia Yu waved his hand and said that he didn't care.

    He also heard it. This Shigufeng youth seems to be stunned by the Chinese cuisine. He almost wrote the words "I was pitted by Chinese cuisine" on the face of the owe.

    In this case, Xia Yu consciously needs to refresh the cognition of this lost lamb, what is called real Chinese cuisine!

    He kept practicing in the kitchen space for three days, day and night, just in time.

    Nothing to say, turned back to the kitchen, Xia Yu hanging the arranged menu sign hanging on the wall.

    Anya and Mu Xiaoyue came together and squeezed around him.

    "Szechuan cuisine is fish-flavored pork, Mapo tofu and hot and sour potato."

    "Cantonese cuisine is Shacha beef, pineapple and pork and South milk."

    Ah.

    Mu Xiaoyue's disappointing expression, "How come six dishes today?"

    "Today you and eat three dishes, I'll give you one free enough, right?" Xia Yu a good laugh, suddenly in the corner before returning to the kitchen to ask questions, "Yes, in the afternoon, when there is food to send home do?"

    "There are Ah, some are in the freezer, some are not allowed to go outside. In other words, in which market do you order the ingredients, the person who sent the things is really professional..." Mu Xiaoyue wiped the mouth of the mouth.

Waking up in the world of MHA (My Hero Academia).
But it is not like those fan-fic that I read in which the MC is the same age as the protagonist.

He is 3 years older than Midoriya Izuku.
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"Shit, I don't know who sent me here but at least because you didn't give me Izuku's age"

"And why I keep hearing a damn sound in my head"
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Well this is my first fan-fic I hope you like it

The treaty of bringing together the worlds of
BHNA --- boku no hero academia
SNS --- shokugueki no soma
Kenichi the most powerful disciple
As the story progresses I will try to integrate more.

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