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Ahoy World!

It's me again, your captain of this blog ship.

Remember when I said that I wanted to update weekly? I know I'm three days early on this post but let's not sweat the small stuff, shall we? Rules are created by humans and so they shall be broken by humans too. Besides, the law is simply a guideline as many adults would agree with.

Anyways, I digress. I've been trying to look out for interesting humans to report in my spy missions but none of the ten-year-olds in my class made the cut. Neither did the teachers because they were all giving the same vibes… "Sit up straight!", "Be quiet!", "Listen to me when I'm talking!", "Where do you think you're going, young man?" etc etc.

Between napping in between lessons and reading, I found myself watching a certain background character in closer detail. For the sake of protecting his identity, we shall call him Janitor Jones.

Janitor Jones is a very thin man with tanned skin, crooked yellow teeth and smells badly of smoke and body odor. I don't think very highly of him but I don't think anyone can blame me for that. You'd be surprised by what you can learn just by sitting in the toilet for an hour.

It wasn't intentional on my end but I definitely heard the lunch lady and the head janitor 'discussing' about Sir Janitor Jones. Apparently the man is in his late fifties and has three children who are all grown up and have flown the coop. His wife is a fat lady with an unhealthy obsession over food and Jones doesn't own a house yet. He still lives with his old mother in a rundown apartment with his wife.

Of course, you captain isn't one to judge a book by its cover as proven many times by a terrible design but a good read from my school's library. *Ahem* I digress. So I went to do my homework and investigated Janitor Jones discreetly.

By discreetly, I meant putting on my innocent face and asking around or following behind him when he thinks his boss isn't looking. I wasn't disappointed at the very least when Jones showed his true self.
It happened yesterday when a poor kid lost his lunch money after getting knocked down by bullies. I don't know how those bullies missed a two dollar bill but they did. The poor kid whose glasses got stepped on missed it too but I was there, watching everything from a vacant classroom during break time.

Along came Jones with his broom and cigarette. It was clear that he was looking for an afternoon nap. No, don't question it. I know his routine. It isn't rocket science. *Ahem* I digress.

So Jones took a look around and frowned when he saw litter on the grounds he just cleaned two hours ago. However once he bent down to pick it up, he realised that it was a two dollar bill. Now, here's a question.

What would you do if you found a two dollar bill on the ground at a school that work at?

Remember, there isn't a right and a wrong answer… just a likeable and hateful one.

a) Looked around to see that nobody was looking before keeping the bill in his pocket
b) Pick it up and return that bill to the lost and found office
c) Donate it away
d) Buy something with it
e) Others

-inserts drum roll-

If you chose the option b or c then you're probably the kind of nice people the world needs more of. I can't express my frustration of having to deal with not only stupid but also selfish people all the time. But if you're the kind of person who would do b or c, I hereby give you the title of "Small Marshmallow".

If you chose option d or e, there's nothing wrong with that. It's a fair game out there. Finders keepers, losers weepers. I can understand that perfectly well and it's totally accepted. Not hateful at all.

If you chose option a… you should be ashamed of yourself and apologise to your parents for being human trash! Unfortunately, I'm not the God of Judgement. I couldn't smite Janitor Jones for choosing option a and acting on it. In fact, I was rather impressed that he thought nobody was looking. I wasn't even trying to hide!

While I tried to give Jones as much benefit of doubt that I could, I simply don't think Jones deserves a life any better than he is currently living. You do you, just stay out of my face and we're good.

So that's it from me for now, I don't know what kind of blog this is but it should've proved entertaining enough for you to be reading it up till this point.

Last but not least, I would like to thank the two poor souls with nothing better to do who read my previous blog post and decided they would like to join my crew. Welcome to the nameless ship but I guess I now have a first and second mate.

That's all from me, folks! I'll see you next week.

Fair Winds!
Pirate S.

At age 10, Scarlet Liu Xiu Wen was tested with a Mensa IQ of 156.

By age 12, she was publishing books with the pen name Permanent Frost. By age 14, she was a successful vocalist-composer in the band called Britannia. By age 16 Scarlet had a successful career as a model and actress going by the stage name of Liu Xiu Wen.

However, there was a secret that the world didn't know. Away from the limelight, Scarlet took on yet another persona online as Pirate S - the eccentric half-genius. Everyone who lurked in the forums knew her name. Known for her unusual takes on life and mostly popularly for her "Human Observation Diary" blog, Scarlet enjoys the nerd life in secret.

Human Observation Diary has always kept to a very standard format but one day, a reader pointed out that the blog has recently been differing from its usual format. Intrigued by the trigger, Scarlet investigates her latest human observation - an online NEET by the name of Jedd77.

From further interactions, Scarlet finds herself helplessly drawn to him. As their friendship develops into something more, Scarlet has to make a choice.

To give up her secrecy and allow Jedd77 to be a part of her life? Or continue the game of cat and mouse even after the face reveal.

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The shape of the new library in Binhai is like a horizontal bookshelf. The windowpanes of different sizes are like different books that are opened. The outside has a small fountain square. There is a circle of benches around the square for people to rest on.
When he saw the new library, Zhang Zian felt familiar. The design was modern, but he seemed to have seen it before. He stopped the car and thought for a while. A library with such a distinctive character should not be easily forgotten if he saw it before. However, he couldn't remember it.
He decided not to think further and drove the car into the parking lot. He soon found an empty space to park.
Entering the library, he first signs up for a library card at the front desk, then walked to the map and observed the layout of the library.
The basement is a place for rare and ancient books, and the first floor is mainly a reading room for children and teens. To enter these places, one needs to have authorized letters or supporting documents. He is old and cannot go to the latter. He also does not look important enough and cannot go to the former as well.
On the second floor is the Chinese book area while the third floor holds original foreign books and photocopying book services. The fourth floor is the Chinese and foreign journal literature area, and it also provides miniature literature reading. Finally, the fifth floor is the digital reading and exchange area.
He is here to pass the time today. However, when he is alone and deep in thought, he always feels a sense of uneasiness. So much so that he is unable to sit down and browse through professional books. When there are large sections of texts, he doesn't want to read them. He kept on thinking. Perhaps it might be better for him to look at color printed pictures or illustrations, such as travel photography collections or popular science books. Perhaps books such as national geography, scientific history, astronomical space, biological sciences, and others. Even if just to browse through the beautiful pictures, it is still a form of appreciation activity. Doing so might even allow him to acquire knowledge that may prove to be useful in the future.
So, should he go to the second floor or the third floor?
The Chinese books on the second floor are much easier for him to read, but the foreign language books on the third floor are definitely more beneficial. In terms of time and knowledge gained, foreign books will be much better for him. If he waited for a professional translator to translate that foreign book into Chinese, then wait for it to be published, by then, the knowledge may have already been outdated.
He was standing in front of the floor guide and thought about it. He heard someone saying. "Comrades, people are making a ruckus on the fifth floor, can you please handle it?"
Zhang Zian took a glance and saw a 70 to 80-year-old senior standing in front of a desk. He was carrying a cane, his hair was white but was well-groomed and neat. His clothes were old fashioned but washed till they were very clean. His appearance gave off the vibe that he is a righteous person, like the kind of person who likes to study and convey words of wisdom.
Is someone causing trouble?
Causing trouble in the library?
Zhang Zian listened and was stunned. The people who come to the library are all likely to be cultured individuals. People in society who like to cause trouble are unlikely to come to the library. Who could be causing trouble then? Children?
The staff at the service desk revealed a difficult look on his face and whispered, "I am sorry, some people have already informed us. After the investigation, it seemed that someone has hacked into our system, but today is the Golden Week holiday, so our technical staff is on leave. The network inside the museum is restricted and cannot be connected remotely... We are already thinking of a solution. Please wait patiently."
The old man using a walking stick obviously couldn't understand the words of restricted network access and remote connection. However, as he saw that the employee's apology was sincere, he did not blame the staff any further and merely shook his head and sigh. He used his walking stick and slowly walked towards the barrier-free elevator.
Did someone actually hack into the library wireless network?
Is someone really so bored?
It is estimated that it is some naughty child who had just learned some hacking skills and is eager to practice it out. Thus, he used the library's network as practice.
Zhang Zian didn't care too much. He decided to go to the foreign language library area on the third floor. Apart from the previous considerations, another reason is that there are definitely lesser people on the third floor than on the second floor. Since he wants to read, it will be quieter and better for him.
He got up to the third floor. Most of the seats are empty, but there are also a lot of people upgrading themselves on the golden week holiday period. From the old, middle age and young children, there are even a few teenagers holding thick foreign language books. Witnessing this scene, he cannot help but feel slightly anxious. He fully understood the meaning of 'Rome was not built in one day.'
He decided to choose a book and then find a seat.
As he has no specific goal, he is completely choosing a book at random. He strolled between the bookshelf and browsed the vast sea of ​​books. His nose is filled with the smell of fresh ink and incense that is unique to paper books. He browsed, touched, and held various books. He grabbed a few picture books and unknowingly, made his way into the tools section of the library.
It makes sense that the tools reference book is not included in his reading plans. He merely accidentally walked into the area as it is easy to get lost between the bookshelves.
There are already enough books in his hand, and he may not be able to finish reading them within the morning. It is like eating a buffet. It is always easier to take more than one can eat. He decided to find a place to sit down and read.
Just as he turned around, the corner of his eye slid into a position on the shelf on his side, as if there was a book there. However, no book was there as it was taken away, leaving a narrow gap...
Or... there is an invisible book in its place.
He didn't know why he suddenly came up with this weird thought. Maybe it was because the book was taken away, but the "Royal Academy Dictionary" and "McMillan English Dictionary" on its left and right sides did not fall and tilt towards the empty space between them. It was as if there is still an invisible book that occupies the empty space, and merely ordinary people can't see it.
This ridiculous thought is obviously unrealistic. The books here are thick and heavy, with a solid and strong cover and back cover. This makes them stable on the shelf, even if the book next to it have been taken away. They are unlikely to slump or tilt, unlike thin books.
Someone actually borrowed this kind of reference book...
This row of bookshelves is cramped full of English books and English dictionaries. Only readers with a master's degree in English literature will find this section relevant to their needs.
But...perhaps of his obsessive-compulsive disorder. If he doesn't verify if there is an invisible book in that empty space, he feels that his heart will not find peace.
The method of verification is very simple, just use his hand, place it between the two books, and reach out into the empty space.
If you can provide a solution to the disorder with a little effort, why not?
So he reached out...
Just when the finger was about to reach the empty space, the "McMillan English Dictionary" next to it was suddenly taken away. Of course, it was not taken away by him, but by the person standing on the other side of the bookshelf...
And his hand subconsciously stopped in its path.
With two books missing, the gap became bigger, and a pair of eyes were seen on the other side of the gap. Those big and attractive eyes left him a strong impression.
Even if he can only see a part of the face, he recognizes it immediately. There was no doubt about it - The person is Zhuang Xiaodie.
What a coincidence! Is she actually in the library too?
She also looked at him through the gap from across the bookshelf.


1. Download a suspicious game
2. Catch a few magical pets as partners
3. Go through interesting daily routines and lead the pet shop to a whole new level

From what I experienced over the past week, and from the reading materials Amber gave me, it didn't seem like Badoth was in any way chaotic or disorderly. As a functioning and stable state, Badoth could have readily established neutral or friendly diplomatic relations with Kitrod. What caused these two kingdoms to go to war with each other? Why did nobody ever decide that 70 years was too long for a war?
The texts Amber gave me didn't talk much about the Demon King Badoth and the history of the kingdom he founded 70 years ago, so it was probably unlikely that I would ever find the answer to my questions unless I had the chance to talk to the king himself.
In any case, I have the demon language's alphabet drilled into my head now, so I should be able to read any text written with it. I wouldn't be able to understand what it meant, but I could always ask Amber to translate that for me.
"Are there any diviners or warlocks in town, Amber?"
"None. Why do you ask?"
"Well there aren't any herbalists or alchemists around, so the only thing I can learn here in Badoth is new magic. For that, I need someone capable of using advanced spells."
"Aren't you retired from that?"
"Just because I retired from being an adventurer doesn't mean I can't still be an archmage. I still feel an urge to learn new spells every now and then. Whether or not I can actually cast it is a different issue, though."
"So you want to learn useless knowledge."
"Hey, it's not entirely useless. Learning a new spell, regardless of whether or not it's usable, allows me to recognize when someone is about to cast that spell and properly assess how dangerous the situation is. Of course that scenario will probably never happen, but you never know what life might throw at you. Who knows, maybe someone might challenge me to a duel some day."
Amber gave a long sigh to my response.
"…You might want to try the library."
"Do they have spellbooks there?"
"I'm not sure. They might, though."
"Then please show me the way there."
*   *   *   *   *
The population of Sachiru was less than 20000, so there was only one moderate sized public library serving the entire town. It was located at the very center of town, a fifteen minute walk from the shop.
It was currently around 4 o'clock in the afternoon, so the streets of the market district were bustling with townsfolk trying to purchase the freshest food they could find for making dinner. As we left the market district, the bustling sight gradually faded away in favor of quiet residential areas. There were children playing around on the wide empty streets, occasionally stepping aside to avoid an oncoming carriage.
Looking at the children having fun on the streets, I couldn't help but reminisce a little about my childhood, when I could live every day without a single worry in the world. It was only unfortunate that those days couldn't last long…
"It's quite a relieving sight, don't you think, Blaze?"
"Hm?"
"We're so close to where the war takes place, but people are able to live on their daily lives normally."
"It's always good to have some optimism even in times of crisis, I guess…"
It's hard to ignore the atrocities of war, but if the people are still able to continue living their lives normally with optimism, the soldiers can at least etch in their minds the sight of the peace they're fighting to protect and fight on. It would have been pointless to go to battle for a group of unhappy people, after all.
We arrived at the library before long. At first glance, the library building looked no different from a stone fortress. On each side of the entrance was a statue of what looked like a goblin man sitting on a raised platform and reading a book. The fortress was minimally decorated, having only one single banner above the entrance, with a drawing of an open book painted onto it.
While a fortress shaped library building was great for asserting that "knowledge is power", I can't say I'm fond of the building design at all. With the exception of the ground floor that had none, the upper floors only had two small embrasures on each side of the building. The library's interior would no doubt have received very little natural lighting because of that.
"Is this… really a library?"
I couldn't help but wonder what I was looking at when I opened the door and went in. It was far different from what I had in mind. While there were several bookshelves in plain view, the interior gave off a wholly different vibe.
There was no natural lighting due to the lack of embrasures, and the ground floor was only dimly lit with faint red lights. Small reading desks with empty flasks on top were scattered throughout the floor, and there were numerous drapes hanging from the ceiling that one could pull to create an enclosed private space around each reading desk.
A very light flowery aroma was lingering in the air. It was hard to imagine anyone being able to read normally in this kind of environment. Better yet, how is it even possible to read anything under this dim lighting?
"Huh, they remodeled this place. It looked a lot brighter the last time I was here."
Seems like even Amber is surprised at this sight.
Out of curiosity, I moved towards the nearest bookshelf and grabbed a random book. Like with the rest of the books on the shelf, the book was unlabeled and had a solid color cover, so I had no idea what was even inside. After taking it out of the shelf, I quickly flipped through the pages to see if I could figure out what it was about. Apparently the dim lighting in this library was sufficient for reading. One would have to focus on a page to make out the details, though.
A brief glance at the contents soon made me realize the meaning behind the library's interior design, but to confirm my suspicions, I took another book out and flipped through it. As expected, this book was yet another provocative magazine full of lewd female pictures. Were it not for the red lighting here, one could probably see my face turn beet red.
In any case, this floor's ambient lighting and abundance of private space certainly was a great setting for those looking towards partially satisfying their sensual needs. I reckon the flask being there was to make sure the carpeted floor wouldn't be ruined.
"Oh, a living human? This is quite a surprise!"
Turning towards where the voice came from, I saw a curly haired short woman walking towards me. She wore very revealing tight clothes, which emphasized certain female parts of hers that already had an unnaturally large size. She had a small pair of wings on her back, and a slender long tail with a pointed tip, suggesting that she was a succubus.
"Welcome to Sachiru's one and only public library! I'm the librarian. Very curious to know what your tastes are like."
The succubus librarian had a somewhat devious smile as she said that.
"I don't think I have the time for that today…"
Succubi were a female-only race that needed to consume the bodily fluids of males to sustain themselves. Normally they would achieve this by giving men erotic dreams, so I found it quite abnormal to find a succubus stocking the library's ground floor with countless lewd magazines… Well, at least I know why there were flasks on the reading desks now.
"Is it even appropriate to arouse people here?"
"The orcs and goblins in this town keep flailing about dangerously in their sleep, so I had to find another place to do my work."
"Still, shouldn't a library be a place for learning, not for sexual pleasure?"
"The upper floors are normal!"
"Also, just curious, how long ago was the library remodeled?"
"About half a year."
If the library has been like this for half a year already, then I guess the authorities are fine with it. If anything, having a lewd collection of books here for everyone to access might even have a side effect of lowering the rate of sexual crimes in town. Not only that, the library would actually encourage more people to come in and read books… assuming the readers still had the energy and motivation to go upstairs.
"Well, since you're the librarian here, could I ask where I could find spellbooks?"
"Libraries don't usually carry those. You have to find a warlock or archmage for that. I think we have books that talk about magic, though."
"That's close enough. Could you tell me where I can find the magic books? Preferably ones written in the demon language."
"Let me check on that. Nobody ever reads books about magic in this town, so I never bothered remembering their location."
"I'll come find you in a few minutes, then. Thanks."
I kept watch of the succubus librarian as she walked away so that I would know where to find her later. Speaking of finding people, I wonder where Amber headed off to. She disappeared somewhere after commenting about how the library was remodeled earlier.
I walked around the ground floor in search of her and eventually found her sitting at one of the reading desks, looking attentively at a book with a plain blue cover and occasionally making sounds of surprise.
"So there are lewd magazines aimed at women here too, aren't there?"
"Seems like it."
"Are you enjoying that book?"
"Yes."
"Can I take a look at the types of men you're making sounds at?"
"This book doesn't have men in it."
Well, this is quite a shocker. If Amber wasn't looking at a book with lewd male pictures, then…
"Wait a minute… Does that mean you're into other women?"
"Huh? What are you talking about?"
Amber looked up at me with a confused look on her face.
"If you're not looking at a book with male pictures, then you're looking at one with female pictures, right?"
"There are other kinds of books on this floor, you know… And for the record, I prefer men."
"Oh… I'm sorry for misunderstanding…"
I really shouldn't have jumped to conclusions so quickly like that. It felt rather relieving that she didn't appear to be mad at me.
I walked over to Amber's side to take a look at the book she was reading. It was filled with pictures of what looked like fish.
"That isn't a book full of lewd fish pictures, is it?"
"Not everything on this floor is lewd, Blaze."
Come to think of it, that was probably a stupid question. What in the world would even count as a lewd fish picture?
"I want to see the ocean once in my life, but it's so far away, so the only way for me to learn about what it holds is through books like these."
"That's interesting. Can I read that when you're done?"
This continent was so large that most people have never been to the ocean because it would have taken an extremely long time to get to the coast. Stories of the majestic aquatic creatures that lived in the ocean occasionally got told and spread around by traveling merchants, but it was hard to take them seriously since word of mouth tends to get exaggerated after going through several people.
Nonetheless, I've never been to the ocean, so I know hardly anything about it. The fact that Amber was learning about the ocean through books piqued my interest.
"There are plenty of books like this one here. Look for a shelf with a missing book."
Before I knew it, I was taking out and flipping through the pages of random books about marine animals. I should probably borrow some of these to read at home later.
I couldn't help but feel like I was forgetting something, though…
As I was busy immersing myself in the illustrations of the mysterious creatures, I felt a sudden light tap on my shoulder. Standing behind me was the succubus librarian, with a slightly annoyed look on her face.
"You kept me waiting at the desk for so long!"
Right, that's what I was forgetting. I was supposed to come to her desk to know where those magic books were located.
"I'm sorry, I got too excited about all these animals I've never seen before…"
The librarian let out a soft sigh at my response.
"…Well, we only have a few books about magic since the demand for those is low. You can find all of them on the shelf labeled 'M' on the third floor."
"Thank you. And sorry for making you wait like that…"
Amber still seemed to be busy reading her book, so I think I'll just go upstairs by myself. If I find any interesting books, I could bring it downstairs for her to translate.
Contrary to my expectations and to its downstairs counterpart, the upper two floors of the library were actually very brightly lit. I don't even know how that was physically possible, since the embrasures on the wall were relatively small. Tiny windows like these shouldn't be able to let so much light through.
There were long reading desks lined up in an open space along the floor, with chalkboards placed by the end of each desk. There were scribbles and formulas written all over the boards, making these floors actually feel like a place where people would come to study or research and hold scholarly discussions with their peers. Too bad it was empty at this hour… and most other hours for that matter.
Now then, time to look for a shelf labeled "M"...

Some say that being an adventurer doing quests for a living was a wonderful job because of the freedom and exploration that comes with the job.

Unfortunately, that kind of life wasn't suited for everyone. A mage who found the life of an adventurer too difficult decides to retire and operate an alchemy store instead.

He gains a bit of fame from running one of very few alchemy stores in the world, but things don't go too smoothly for him, as he is once again forced to go on adventures...

* August 7, 2018: Novel now also published on Royal Road. Same title and author name.

* September 12, 2018: A problem occurred with Chapter 13, so I have to re-upload it and all the chapters that follow...

Rainer, an amateur arcanist and college student, sought to create a new spell far surpassing the magic of the few he inherited from his grandfather. Yet the interference of an unknown event during the casting of his spell led him to be thrown through space and time.

Where status screens were accepted as normal and class distinctions were quite clear. Leveling and achieving a class beyond a simple farmer or peddler was an affair of life and death combined with years of hard training. Goblins were not the fodder that they should be, orcs filled bedtime stories in order to scare children into behaving, and a dragon? You might as well pack up and move to another country.

He, however, enters this world with the rare and powerful class of the Arcanist. How will the recently ardent seeker of magic find greater heights, or will he land in deeper depths?

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Hey guys, this is Aternus from Royalroad. People keep trying to plagiarize my novel on here, so to save myself some trouble I'll just officially post it. I read enough on this website anyways, so I might as well. I've edited the author's note on my most recent chapter to show this is really me. Also thank you, everyone, for review bombing the fake stories.

"Butterfly, please come out. I prepared your favorite pizza for dinner" Sachi called her daughter just outside her room.

'*Sigh* I almost lost both of my children two days ago… I suck at being a parent' the woman sighed when she was answered with silence.

At this moment Sachi heard someone knocking on the front door, opening them she noticed white-haired Sannin without his usual smile.

"Hello, Sachi-san. Is Kana-chan here?"

"Hello. Yes, she is, but she sealed her room doors, she didn't even leave her room yesterday" Sachi led Jiraya to the sealed doors.

When Jiraya brought his hand closer to Kaname's room, his palm was attacked by electric sparks sending his entire arm flying back.

"Hmm, this design… it's like Kushina's seal. Give me a moment Sachi-san" Jiraya said unrolling an empty scroll and creating the counter-seal.

Ten minutes later the white-haired Sannin, called out "Kana-chan! I'm deactivating your seal and entering the room!"

Sachi saw her daughter the first time from one and a half days sitting on her bed. Kaname had red puffy sleepy eyes, her hair was a literal mess.

"Hello…" Kaname greeted.

The woman couldn't hold back, she ran to her daughter and hugged her with all the strength she had.

"*Shh* Everything will be alright, I know you are sad. You loved them very much"

"*Sigh* Thank you, mom. I'm okayish now, I just feel… so tired" Kaname hugged her mother back.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, I'm here on Hokage's orders." Jiraya stated, "As the only survivor, only you can tell us what happened there. I was asked to "bring you in" to the Council meeting"

"Jiraya-san, do they believe that my daughter had something to do with it?! Little Butterfly, stay here I will go and ki-"

"Don't bother Sachi-san, I know Kana-chan enough to know she isn't the culprit. This meeting was called in full with all the Clan Heads. She will not be harmed by a bunch of stupid civilians, with all of the Clans at her back. I promise"

"Hmph, let them wait for fifteen more minutes, I have to go somewhere first" Kaname replied.

"Let me guess... Ryuichi? First, let's make you a little more presentable Little Butterfly" 

Five minutes later Kaname entered Ryuichi's hospital room and saw her brother lying on the bed, looking at his hands.

"Hi Aniki"

"Hi, Little Squirt, sorry I didn't hear you when you entered"

"So how the famous Konoha Protector is doing?" Kaname asked.

"*Cough* Don't even start, I heard what happened. I'm sorry…" Kaname saw his eye remained unfocused.

"Oh, sorry. Do you need some water? Here you go" she gave him an empty cup.

"*Sigh* Yeah, I'm almost blind. You got me" Ryuichi sighed after trying to drink from the empty cup.

"Shit, did you find a cure?" she asked putting the filled cup into his hands.

"No, but I found that in history book the Madara had developed even higher form of the Sharingan, maybe there is a clue somewhere"

"And what about you? You will remain blind as a mole when I burrow myself in books?"

"Don't worry Little Squirt. When I activate the Sharingan my sight comes back. But any use of my Mangekyō powers will most likely rend me blind"

"Okay, I will think of something, See you! *Pft*" Kaname kissed her brother's cheek and left.

*Knock-knock*

"Enter!" Hokage's voice answered.

"Hello, Hokage-sama, Clan leaders. I'm sorry for being late" Kaname bowed her head to them, completely ignoring the other council members.

"How dare you make us wait, young la-" yelled an old woman.

"So why was I called Hokage-sama?" Kaname interrupted her.

"Kaname Uchiha, you were called because we want to know what was your part in killing Yondaime and his wife, and releasing the Nine-tailed fox into the village," Danzo said.

"Are you the Hokage? I'm not talking to you, so shut up dickhead. Once again Hokage-sama why was I called to the meeting" Kaname calmly replied, her words were met with a lot of smiles from all the shinobis inside, Jiraya standing behind the Hokage laughed out loud.

"HOW DARE YOU! No respect for the Council. Do you see that Hiruzen? It must have been her!" Danzo shouted out rising on his feet.

"Sit down on your ass, or I will make you never leave the chair again. What did I say about calling me by name in the meetings, Danzo? I'm your Hokage for gods sake" Hokage's voice promised pain.

"I'm sorry Hokage-sama…" Danzo sat, his eyes staring at the young black-haired teen.

"Hello, Kana-chan. We would like to hear what has happened with the delivery of Minato's child" Hokage calmly asked.

"*Sigh* Everything was okay until the child was born. As you most likely understand by now, we were attacked, I'm sorry Hokage-sama, your wife was killed first by a masked man with a single Sharingan" collective gasps sounded through the meeting members.

"So it was an Uchiha! I told you Hokage-sama, we can't trust them!" Danzo said.

"Watch your next words, Danzo-san. As an Uchiha Clan Head, I can't tolerate such words directed against my clan" Fugaku calmly replied.

"SILENCE!" Sarutobi ordered, "That's what I found out myself, we found the bodies of stationing Anbu there with wounds suggesting that they were impaled by a blade. Did he say who he was?"

"Yes, but I think it should stay between me and you, Hokage-sama. There are some people here that I don't feel I can trust with this secret. It's for the good of Konoha. Let me continue the story, as I saw a blade sticking out of Biwako-sama I rushed at the enemy, he saw me and…" Kaname remembered of the assailant's eye opening in shock and worry when he looked at her, "...Sorry, I had a wild thought going through my head. His Sharingan had a distinct design, can I speak of this Fugaku-san?"

"Hmm, this is a Clan's Secret, but if it's necessary to understand the story then I give you my permission"

"Okay, Uchiha's eyes got a higher version of evolution known as Mangekyō Sharingan, it gives its user additional unique powers, but we need to sacrifice something close to one's heart to acquire it. With that said, I rushed at the enemy but his eye changed shape, I will draw it later for Fugaku-sama to check it in archives, my attack and body went through him like he was a ghost. Landing on his other side he counter-attacked me, breaking my spine"

"Eh? Then how do you stand here Kana-chan?! It was two days ago!" Tsume shouted out.

"I got better, it doesn't matter. Let's just say I was out of the fight. Then in this intruder's hands landed Minato's baby that was in his wife's arms, not sure how - I think it's one of his powers. He wanted to use the weakening of the Kyūbi's seal to eradicate Konoha. Then…"

After five minutes Kaname was finishing the story.

"... With losing both of them I was able to awaken my own Mangekyō Sharingan and then I fainted" Kaname finished.

"*Sigh* I'm sorry for your loss Kaname. I would like to mark this killer with a "Kill on sight" order, adding him to Bingo Book as an S-rank ninja. Anyone against this motion?" Hokage asked.

"Kaname-san, as everyone here knows you awakened your eyes, can you show us how they look like?" Aburame clan head asked.

Kaname made the chakra flow into her eyes, soon she saw everything more clearly than ever before, she could see the small spider hiding in the dark corner of the room under the sofa.

The meeting members saw Kaname's three tomoes in her eyes bloom like small seedlings into three black water lilies.
(AN: https://imgur.com/a/W79OQ0c, fiction cover will be changed, it's an old project. I got a better one now. I will do it when she gains her EMS - because it took me lots of time to create it :-)) 

Kaname's head was flooded with new information about her powers.

'Wow, I feel power cruising in my body, now about my powers, hmm. Heh so similar, yet so different, let's see Kami-no-mon, almost the same as Aniki's. And the second Tsubasa-no-kioku, hmm a little tricky genjutsu to use' Kaname thought out.

"So what are your powers?" Danzo called out.

"*Pft* Yeah, like I would tell you. This is only for the people I trust to know"

"Hokage-sama, I would like to take young Kaname-san as one of my students. With me as her teacher, she could become one of the best Kunoichi in history" Danzo tried his luck.

"Nah, you look like a shady type, I don't want to become your student"

"And that's that, anything else Danzo?" Hokage asked.

"Hmph! If I can't get her, let me take the Weapon to train him from young"

"Like hell, I will let you take Minato's son Danzo. Leave, I had enough of your stupidity for today" Hokage ordered.

"We shall see what the Daimyo will say at the end" Danzo replied leaving the room with the company of two elders from the Council.

"Troublesome…"

"*Growl* Can I sick my dogs on them Hokage-sama? All our internal problems would end with their deaths" Tsume asked.

"Don't worry, this time we are on the attack. We got Minato's last will, they can't do anything against his and Kushina's baby"

"Heh, I guessed Kushina was his wife" Inoichi laughed extending his empty hand to Chōza and Shikaku.

"Tsk/Troublesome…" they replied, putting the money in his palm.

"Hokage-sama, can I ask you something in private?"

"Yes?"

Kaname stood next to him and whispered, "How many Anbu's are here?"

"None?"

"What about the one hiding as a spider beneath the bed?"

"What?" he whispered back.

"Can I deal with him? I would like to test one of my powers on a living test subject" she was answered with a nod of the head.

'<Tsubasa-no-kioku>' Kaname silently used her power.

The root agent heard everything that was said in a meeting, he was waiting for the room to empty to return and report who was the child's mother. Then he saw a red butterfly flying his way. 

'Aren't the butterflies scared of spiders?' he thought.

The butterfly grazed him and flew away in terror. Just like all those people were fleeing him when he was on his first mission, the most committed to the memory was a young boy protecting his little sister with his body from a fireball heading their way.

In an instant, the spider's body exploded in flames. From under the sofa came a smoke cloud, throwing the sofa of him, still burning, came out a man with black-cloak and a mask screaming in pain.

Hokage dosed the flames, but the man was still screaming.

"What has happened to him?" Chōza asked while the Anbu took the crazy spy outside to the T&I department.

"It's one of my powers Tsubasa-no-kioku, with my left eye I create and control immaterial butterfly-illusion when it touches my victim it makes them remember their first kill, recreating it on their own body" Kaname answered deactivating her eyes.

"Easy there Kaname-san" Fugaku caught falling Kaname, "The first time we use the Mangekyō Sharingan our body is not ready for the influx of power. Without it, we can feel tiredness" 

"Thank you. I'm okay now. Now that we don't have anyone that I don't trust, we can talk without secrets. The man called himself Madara Uchiha, and no he wasn't the same person, maybe his child or grandchild?" Kaname words were met with a loud gasp from the ninjas. 

"Fuck…" Shikaku said.

"Yeah, now I have a favor to ask of you Fugaku-san"

"Hmm?"

"The fight against a Kyūbi made my brother almost blind. Can you pull some strings and enroll him into Konoha's Police Force somewhere into the book-keeping? Any use of his powers will rend him blind forever" 

"Hmph, you saved my firstborn from premature death, you delivered my second-born. Consider it done" Fugaku replied.

"Kana-chan there is one more thing. Minato's and Kushina's last will. Both of them want you to inherit the Namikaze estate, Minato was the last of his line" Hokage started.

"What about Naruto, he is his son?" Kaname asked.

"I will get to this in the end. The second thing, Kushina left you sealed information about the location of Uzumaki Clan's Mask Storage Temple, she thought you would be able to study them. Minato's left you a scroll with his research on Flying Thunder God Technique and Rasengan. And now to the last thing, as Kushina wrote "If I don't do it, she will find me in the afterlife and kick my ass", I don't take any chances with that… Both of them ordere- asked me to make you Naruto's guardian. Do you accept?"

"*Sigh* I knew it would end up like this... I most likely owe them my life, I accept"

A new OC Uchiha comes into Naruto Universum a couple of years before Naruto's birth. Wait and see what can a determined and a little crazy Uchiha do to this world.

Hello to you all! This story will not start like many others on this site, there won't be a 2-year-old child with rinnegan fighting on par with elite ninjas, no more "I have 2 bijuus sealed inside. Fear me!". Only good and hard work will get you far in this world. You can find more info in the "Introduction" chapter.

Image for this novel was taken from Freepik.com (Woman photo created by javi_indy - www.freepik.com) with a little red edit from my side, if you Mr. javi_indy want me to change it, just inform me :-).

And for all of you my dear readers, if you didn't know - Naruto's Universum is a property of Masashi Kishimoto, I'm not taking any risks :-)

P.S. I'm trying my best, but I am NOT a native English speaker. If you can find ANY mistakes on my part please inform me :-).

A farmer was singing work songs, commanding an old ox to walk slowly through the field while pulling the plow. It left behind deep ditches in the land.
"It's incredible!" Knight of Charles Ouss, the eldest son as well as his heir of the late Knight D'vor Ouss, was looking at the sight in front of him. He admired it again and again, and finally said to the thin man beside him who was still wearing thick clothes in the already warm weather, "Lord Crick, you are the wisest person I have ever seen!"
Crick Keane smiled, first coughed twice, then calmly said, "This means nothing. It is a lord's duty to let the farmers harvest more and have the people live better."
After the battle a few months ago, Crick had fallen ill after returning to his hometown.
After inspection, it turned out that he had been involved in the battle between the Holy Spirits and the Oracles. In the battle, he had been affected although he had been innocent and had been cursed by the Divine Power.
Curses of this level were hard to get rid of. Dispelling them was only possible with either holding a large magical ritual or finding a master of the same level as that of the Archbishops of big churches. Either one had been beyond the ability of Baron Keane, so he could only stay sick.
Fortunately, the leader of the Church of Void Mask who was stationed in Keane City happened to be a priest who was a master in the fields of "life" and "treatment." With his help, Crick's condition had stayed stable. Although his body was somewhat weak, at least it would not continue to deteriorate.
Crick thought that this was good enough. After the earth-shattering war, he was so lucky that he still owned a complete body and that he could still talk and laugh. To ask for more would be a bit greedy.
He had witnessed the fall of a true god and the death of countless Oracles. As for the death of mortals, it had been too hard to count. It had been said that even the city guards were seriously suffering in the Kingdom of Eagle. In contrast, Crick had been nothing more than a little sick with a slightly weak body, cough and a low fever from time to time. These were all little things, weren't they?
After all, because he had "escaped from the battlefield," he had rarely appeared in front of people and had made the external statement of "sick in bed." The title of Baron Keane had already been handed over to his sister Anna. At present, he was like a backstage manipulator in the stories, hiding behind the scenes and promoting the development of the territory of Baron Keane.
Anna had naturally been very happy that her brother came back alive. Even Knight D'vor had died on the battlefield. Although less than one out of ten had been able to come back alive in an army which had undoubtedly been courting death, she didn't care about anything else as long as her brother could come back.
Those days, when her brother was not there, the little girl who had barely supported the family business, was really exhausted. She had never thought that being a baron would be so tiring, and she had never thought that there would be so many things to deal with. Even with the book, A Concise Handbook for Barons, left to by her brother for reference and the assistance of Housekeeper Layton, she still felt dizzy. She had often sunk into bed immediately after finishing her work and fell into a deep sleep until the morning of the next day.
If Crick hadn't come back, maybe this little girl would grow up in hardship and eventually grow into a strong woman. However, since the big tree that could keep out the wind and rain for her had returned, she naturally turned into a little deer who had slept peacefully under the tree again. She had just given everything back to her brother.
In this regard, Crick had had no choice but smile.
His own sister was not as fond of power as those in some soap operas were, and that was certainly a good thing. However, she was, after all, the heir to an aristocratic family!
What should the Keane family do if something happened to him?
Although he was not the real Crick Keane, since he had inherited the identity and legacy of the young baron, he had an obligation to pick up the burden of the Keane family. In his work plan, training Anna Keane to be a qualified heir was a natural course of action.
In the end, he had crossed out this one; she was an unteachable pupil.
Instead of counting on this younger sister who was just ten years old, it was better for him to get married, have children, and then hurry to educate his children!
With this in mind, Crick had held a small wedding. The former maid, Amyveile, the girl who was not very talented except for having a loyalty of ten, had become the former Baroness Keane.
Amyveile had of course been very happy. In her opinion, whether she could become a baroness or not was not important at all. What really mattered to her was that Master Crick liked her!
For a diehard who was almost brainwashed, there was nothing better than this!
There was a person who deserved her loyalty; her loyalty was owned by the person she loved, and this person also loved her at the same time. With three states of happiness joining together, it was like a dream!
Well, after listening to her sighs, Crick had secretly taken time to check out and see if any moaning fans of the White Album should be punched to death for influencing his wife in his own territory. But it turned out that he had worried too much.
As he had been "sick in bed," he was unlikely to encounter any mistresses. Moreover, with an average intelligence of ten, it had been very difficult for Amyveile to be considered a b*tch. Some expansion pack about the "White Album: The Keane Family" definitely would not appear.
What Crick really cared about right now was to continue the agricultural reform that had been interrupted because of his own expedition. He had no tie to worry about trivial matters such as scrupulous women.
Traditional farmers didn't have the habit of cultivation. They had thrown seeds into the soil in the spring, and then they might pour some water when the soil was dry or pluck if there were too many weeds. Except for that, they had done nothing else but concentrate on herding sheep or some other stuff.
In Crick's view, this was simply a tragedy!
Even if he had just been an art student who barely knew anything about agriculture, he still knew that this farming method was horrible!
So started the experiment again, which was cultivation this time.
"Excavate the farmland with rows of ditches, then arrange the seeds one by one in the ditches; cover them with a little soil and finally water them to germinate them?" after listening to his plan, Mage Damwade, asked with a frown. He had been helping Crick with the research. "Isn't that too much trouble?"
"Not too much," Crick had said, smiling. "This method, combined with the fertilizer I added to the field in the fall, should be able to greatly increase the harvest."
"But... the workload of this 'cultivation' you mentioned is too much," Mage Damwade said. "Few farmers can get the work done before the end of the planting time."
Crick was stunned and thought carefully. Finally, he remembered that they should use plows to cultivate the fields.
However, how do you make a plow?
He didn't really know.
He told Mage Damwade his idea about the "plow," and the wise mage had had no clue as well. Therefore, he gathered all the senior officials and professionals in his territory and held a seminar.
At the seminar, Nikola and Thomas proposed two different designs. Nikola's design was more complicated and ingenious, and it was fancy at first glance; Thomas's design was out of style, but it didn't seem bad.
After using magic to create the "plow" designed by those two people on the spot, even Thomas had had to admit that Nikola's design was much better than his. However, considering the problem of production efficiency, Thomas's design finally gained the upper hand.
It was a pity that the manufacturing time and the required magic power of Nikola's design were close to as much as five times more than Thomas's. To make matters worse, even the most powerful spell caster, Thomas, of the entire territory and Nikola himself who had designed it couldn't make it. The only person that could make this plow was Mage Damwade, a combination of a scholar, an alchemist and a mage.
In contrast, Thomas's design could be completed by ordinary mid-level mages, and more than 20 were made that day. On the fourth day, all the farmers in the territory had received the "plow" and started the "cultivation" either with manpower or animal power.
That had been a week ago. Now the farmland in the entire territory was basically cultivated. Many places had finished sowing and watering, waiting for the seeds to germinate.
What Crick and Charles were watching at the moment was the last field that had not yet been cultivated. The owner of this field was a soldier who had died on the battlefield. The farmer and cattle who were cultivating at the moment were both aided by the territory. This aid would continue until his child grew up and could support the entire family.
"You are a kind, generous and humane lord," Charles said.
The soldier's wife carefully planted with the child, and then the skilled farmer sent by the territory helped them cover the soil and water them. Seeing this, Charles couldn't help but sigh. "I never thought that an aristocrat like you could exist in the world and cared so much about the civilians!"
"Haha, you are an aristocrat yourself," Crick said, smiling. "Both you and your father are people who care about civilians."
Talking about his father, Charles's look was a little gloomy, but there was still a bright light in his eyes.
"Father, he... is the hero I admire. I want to be like him, so there are still many things I have to learn!"
Crick patted his shoulder and nodded lightly, remembering the scene where he had fought alongside D'vor in the bloody battle.
When had Divor fallen?
Was it when he had broken into the enemy formation? When he was defending the position? When he was involved in the big battle of the Oracle Army? When they charged with the Holy Spirits? Or was it when they were besieged after the Oracles had disappeared?
He tried hard to remember, but he couldn't figure it out.
The memory of that battle was both clear and vague. He clearly remembered the fierce fights, blood, weapon collisions, sorrows, roars, despairs, anger, and fear, but he couldn't remember many details. This battle was not long ago, but the pages of his memory had already begun to fade.
After pondering for a while, he finally sighed.
Anyway, D'vor must have followed him into the enemies. Only by this fact, he was a really brave warrior!
"The deceased are now ashes, but the living still needs to continue to work hard." Crick looked up into the distance, and there were already many wildflowers blooming in the spring breeze. "D'vor laid the foundation for this land, and you definitely can continue to move forward on the basis he has laid."
"Yes!"
"You must do better than him; carry forward the Ouss family from generation to generation!"
"Yes!"
"I will continue to work hard as well, D'vor, Spencer... and those brave soldiers. For their blessings, I can stand here alive. If I don't work hard enough, I will feel shame when I find them in the afterlife..." Crick looked up at the blue sky, smiling.


In the world, there were gods who obeyed the rules, whether good or evil. But there were also evil gods who defied the rules. 
When a traverser was confronted by the rules that he could never conform to, the resulting collision marks the beginning of the story of an evil god…
This is the story of a good man who transformed into a great jellyfish, then traversed his world to arrive at a world of swords and magic. His journey of searching and exploring eventually led to him remaking nature and changing the world. 

Meanwhile in the capital, at the pa lace.

At the palace library there sat a child about seven years old. It studied diligently, various books. He sat by a table with an open book and closed eyes.

-100 years b- bevor Morgue (Inventor of cleansing) Magic was discovered. A- about 600 years later were the c- countries reformed. Xotria's borders st- stayed the same. The royal b- bloodline exists for ca. 500 hundred years… 

Hmmm… 76 y- years ago was the biggest ri- riot that was quieted with the b- ban of slave seals. The k- king never ceased to u- use them and they gradually cam b- back into usage for nobles and merchants. N- nonetheless it is still harder to e- enslave somebody, it is no longer common to e- enslave someone on the street in board d- daylight…

Did I f- forget anything? –

He opened and read through the two pages that were open. -Slave trader h- had their goods con- confiscated. Slaves with family g- got returned… -

-If books would depict how the real workings in the palace are, then this bloodline would have already been extinguished! –

-L- Lynn you sh- shouldn't fuel your h- hatred…-

-My hatred? –

-O- our hatred…-

He turned the page and started going through the information on two new pages.

The day passed like that and has it turned dark the boy lit some candles and continued his studies. 

…
…

At some point He looked up and out of the window. -A- already this l- late I should go back to m- my room and sleep. –

He closed the book and but it back into the bookshelf. Afterwards he made his way back home.

The hallways were dimly lit, and you got uncomfortable wandering them late at night.

As he made his way to his room, he passes the kings bed chambers. 

-M maybe we should make a de- detour, I d- don't like the s-sounds that come out o- of that room-

-No! That is the fastest way. –

-Sorry, sorry. –

-Don't be such a wimp. How could you even survive without me? –

-W- weren't you always w- with me? I can't re- remember a time w- without you. How did I s- survive without you?

-… No wonder that you created a second personality. –

Noise…

-C- can't we make a detour? –

-I already said no. Just ignore it. We survived worse. –

He lifted his hands to cover his ears, but it never came to that. The arms stopped mid motion.

-What're you doing? –

-C- cover my ears. –

-I know that you wanted to do that. I meant you shouldn't do that. –

-B- but… I d- don't want to h- hear that noise a- and, you wanted to go t- that way… s- so, I thought of a s- solution. –

-Such a child. Just bear it. You'll hear it a lot more, so get used to it. –

-Whimper… -

-Stop whimpering. We aren't going to survive with that kind of attitude. –

He made his way across the corridor. 

Sex noise….
Sex noise…
Sex noise…

-C- can't we walk a bit f- faster? –

-No! –

The child's face remained determined without a flinch, throughout their intern struggle.

-I r-really hate going t- that way. –

-Me too, but first it is faster second it fuels our hatred to that bastard. –

-I'm n- not sure that is a g- good thing. –

-I can control my hatred. –

-B- but you always l- let it out on the cute a- animals. –

-Got a problem with that? –

-No, no, no, just m- mentioning it. –

-Keep it to yourself then. –

The remaining way to their room remained uneventful. As soon as they entered the room they went to sleep. 

***

The next day.

-Today we practice magic, right? –

-Yes. –

They made themselves ready took a book, a pen and left the room.

-What do we eat f- for breakfast? –

-A slice of bread. –

-I don't t- think that will be enough… -

-Then we'll eat two. –

-… T- that wasn't what I meant…-

-Did you say something? –

-Nothing… A- Already in a bad mood, I sh- shouldn't start debate in the m- mooring… -

He made his way to the kitchen grabbed two slices of bread and made his way to the trainings ground. There he also took an old armor from the storage near the trainings ground and positioned it a few meters in front of him. 

At the training's ground left with half a slice of bread Lynn sat on the ground and opened the book and formed a fire rune. 

-If we c- could make it hot enough to melt the g- gravity spell on the armor it should go through. –

-No shit Sherlock and how are we supposed to do that. If you have forgotten, we already tried multiple times to increase the heat. –

Lynn pick up a stone and threw it in the air it landed in his palm again.

-L- Lynn do that again. –

Lynn threw the stone again in the air and caught it.

-I- I have an idea. Let me please. –

The body's aura changed form a self-confident to a shy one.

-Noel what do you want to try? –

Noel dismissed the fire rune formed an ice one and created a tiny shard of ice.

-T- The stone spun, s- so I thought that, that could be used i- in the spell. –

-Huh, and how? –

-I- I don't know exactly. B- But it is an idea. –

Noel tried a few things with little to no success. Everything Noel tried needed constant focus and concentration.

-How about you try using fire to? –

-G- good idea. –

Noel formed a fire rune and put heat on the ice shard, with no success.

The aura of the body changed to a confident one again. Lynn created a new ice shard and put heat on specific parts of it.

-It st- started spinning. L- Lynn you are a genius. –

Lynn shot the spinning ice shard at the armor. The ice shard stopped for a moment then penetrated the gravity enchantment and got through the first layer of the armor.

-W- we did it! –

-Don't be so happy it took too much time to go through the first layer. –

-B- but we managed to get a step c- closer. –

-Even you'd be able to prevent it from hurting you. –

-W- why does that sound like a- an insult? –

The aura of the body changed again.

-W- what. Lynn tell me if we ch- change. –

-Now you try it. –

-W- where do I need to put the heat. –

-Try and find out. –

-Sight. A- Alright. –

Noel tried and failed a few times. With each attempt he came closer to the solution. Till he managed to do what Lynn already accomplished.

-L- Lynn look I m- managed to penetrate the armor! –

-It is supposed to go through it not just scratch it. Try again. –

Noel tried again and again till he managed to have the ice shard go through the first layer of the armor.

-Noel it's time for lunch. –

Noel put the armor back and made his way to the dinning hall.

-L- Lynn, a- about this a- afternoon… -

-Yeah? –

-C- could we practice magic again? –

-No. –

-P- pretty please? –

Bump

Noel walked into someone and fell onto the ground.

"If that isn't one of my incompetent siblings."

"S- sorry f- for pumping i- into you."

"Haha, stuttering. How pathetic. Something like you shares the same bloodline as me. You are a shame. "

"Shut up. For someone who is about do die you are quite arrogant."

"How dare you." The youth got a read head.

Lynn got up and tried to walk away, but the youth kicked him, and he fell to the ground.

"Not so fast, you still need to compensate me."

"For what? That you don't look were you walk or for your arrogance?" Lynn had a fierce look in his eyes and stared without flinching into the eyes of his older brother.

"You little son of a b*tch!" The boy griped the throat of Lynn picked him up and pressed him against a wall. 

"You know of the consequences of killing one of the king's children!" Lynn had a hard time talking.

"As long as you're alive I won't get into trouble."

They stared into each other's eyes again. "I'll beat that defying look out of your eyes." With that sentence he threw Lynn to the ground and started kicking him. Again, and again and again.

"Cough, cough." Lynn coughed up some blood.

-L- Lynn lest change. I c- can take some of the p- pain to. –

-Shut up! –

"Hahaha, not so brave anymore." The boy kneeled down, with a victorious smile on his face. But before he could say anything else, Lynn spitted into his face and still had the fierce look into his eyes.

"You!!! You!!! You will regret this!!!"

"If you kick me more, I could die!"

With that sentence the rage on the boy's face vanished for a split second before his face distorted with more rage than before.

"I'll get my revenge!" With that the boy stomped of.

-L- Lynn we need to get to a h- healer. L- Lynn are you still c- conscious? –

-If I wasn't you weren't either. –

-R- Right… L- Lynn I could go look-

-Shut up. I'll handle that. – Lynn tried to get up but fell down again. At the second attempt with the help of the wall he managed to stabilize himself. He tumbled into the direction of the healer's room leaving behind a line of blood on the wall.

Ever read reincarnation stories? Where the protagonist has some kind of cheat, a System or Chip?

Naomi loves this kind of story, so when she dies and wakes up in the presence of some man, she immediately remembers the cliché an assumes that he is a good. So, she instantly lists what she wants as her cheat. 
Naomi already knows what she wants because she philosophized about it whenever she read a story about reincarnation.

Therefore, when she gets reincarcerated in a fantasy world she tries her best to imitate the protagonists of the stories she loved so much in her last live (and fight her laziness).

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Chapter length: 1000 - 1500 Words
Schedule: 1 Chapter per Week (could be more when I am motivated and RL doesn't need me) 
English is not my native language so don't be too harsh. I appreciate constructive critic.

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