Today I have tailoring and alchemy. They both aren´t in my class, they´re in specially made buildings. 

I stepped inside the room of our tailor class and found it packed with half-finished clothing, fabrics, wool even silk. And between all this were around 17 woman and 2 guys. 

"Morning." I greeted them and they turned around to me, looking at me, almost staring. 
"Is something?" I asked. 

"Where did you bought your dress?" One of them asked. 

I wear a green dress with black lines on it, which seem to dance. 

"I made it myself." I said and got looks of envy and respect. 

Is it so good? I was bored and thought I shouldn´t wear my black or white dress every day. 

I searched for a chair and waited for the teacher, who came 15 minutes too late. 


"Sorry, I was delayed by a college, she told me a story about a girl with a really well made black dress." Said a little pudgy looking woman. 

She looked over the class and stopped her gaze over me. 

"You!" She said. 

"I?" I replied. 

"You match he description, and your dress looks like it was made by a master tailor. Do you own a black dress with a red pattern on it?" She asked. 

"I do." Me 

"Who made them?" She 

"I myself." Me 

"Really? Then you´re better than me." She said and squinted her eyes. 
"Well my name is Mrs. Tifany, your teacher in tailoring and we´re going to make some fine clothes this year. The theater class asked me to make some costumes for them and our goal is it to give them the best we can do." Mrs. Tifany 

Everyone nodded and Mrs. Tifany asked each one of us if we had knowledge about tailoring, 
it seems that all of us have at least a little bit and most of us were on LV 2. 
Mrs. Tifany is on LV 5 she said. 

She gave us some fabrics and we had to make something we want, she wants to see the extent of our skill. 


I asked her. 
"Mrs. Tofay? Is there a guild or something like this where I could sell inventions of new?" 

"There is but it´s hard to get a good price if you don´t have some connections. I know one of the higher-ups, you can show me your new thing and I´ll see if I can manage something." She said. 

"Then could you please come with me to a dressing cabin?" I asked. 

"You have it here? What kind of dress is it?" She asked and showed me the way. 

"It´s something for the breasts." I said and took a bra in her size out of the inventory. 

She looked at it and said. 

"This looks well made, how do you wear it?" 

"Please undress your top and I´ll show you." I said and she did. 

I helped her putting it on, without fondling, I´m not into a saggy and chubby woman. 

"How do you like it?" I asked. 

"It fits well but what does it do?" She 

"It stabilizes your breasts, it also stops the nipple from rubbing against the fabric. It can make them looking larger and brings them into form." I explained. 

"This is wonderful and they also look good, this is indeed a good invention." She 

"And I don´t think I should make it public without a patent," I said. 

"Yes, you could make a lot of money with it. I say you what, I´ll speak with my friend and we´ll arrange something. But I want some compensation." She said. 

"How much?" Me 

"Oh no money, I already saw that you're better than me, so I want you to teach me how to improve. You´ll never learn out and have to know when someone is better than you." She said and got some respect from me for that. 

"Okay, I can do that." I said and we shook hands. 

The rest of the lesson I explained her the manufacturing process of my bra. 


I ate and left for my next lesson, it´s alchemy in which I don´t know what I should expect. 
I was so so in chemistry and I don´t know if this alchemy here is the art of mixing potions or if it is the equivalent of science to my world. 

The teacher was a grumpy looking man named Mr. Loris who said that we won´t mix any potions unless we´ve read and memorized a whole book with more than 1000 pages all of them about plants. 

Seems like it is about potions.I would never to this in my old world but here it only took me a few minutes. 

I didn´t need much time for the whole buck but thought. 

I have to be careful, I heard that you can get insane with so much knowledge. But then when wasn´t I already insane? 


I walked up to Mr. Loris and asked. 

"Mr. Loris?" 

"Yeah? Your name´s Clair ain´t it? I´ve heard of you. Don´t say it, you want to make potions because you know all of the described plants in the book I gave you, am I right?" He said and I nodded. 

I think the teacher talk about their students, that could mean that this art teacher might come. 

"Good then here are some questions, for what do you use Hulweed, where does Galikaroot grow and what happens if you eat Curalipetals raw?" He asked. 

"Hulweed is used for sedatives and could paralyze in extremely high doses, it´s often used by field doctors because it´s relatively easy to find and easy to handle. You just have to ground it and smear it on the wound for an effect. 

Galikaroot grows in caves, it´s hard to get because it grows in the feces of the Galika monster which is ranked A on the monster ranking list. 

And you´ll die if you eat Curalipetals raw, it dissolves your stomach and you´ll die by internal bleeding's. But if you boil it beforehand it´s a good stomach medicine. " I said. 

"Yep you´re the Clair they talk about, good, then I´ll talk with the headmaster," He said. 

"Why? I only want to make potions." Me 

"Because you only start with potions in the second year, so I have to ask him if you could skip this year. He´ll probably summon you in the next week." He said and gave me 3 other books. 

"These are the books up to the fourth year, you normally learn them while you work on the plants from the year before but you´re a little different. 
I expect good results from you, the years with you here might become interesting. " He said and motioned me to go. 

I read them and were astonished by the vegetal knowledge of this world. There are thousands of plants for medical and alchemical usages. 


The day went on and I walked to the orphanage after my lessons. 

I was greeted by some children who brought me to Hira. 

"Hira, miss Clair is here. " They shouted. 

We went inside and I saw Hira with Alina sitting on a table, talking. 

"Hi, what´s the topic?" I greeted them. 

"Miss Clair nice to see you, I talked with Hira about the things we need to buy, let me thank you again for your generosity." Alina said and bowed deeply. 

"There´s no need for that. And what do you want to buy?" Me 

"We thought about hiring some carpenters, who can fix our roof and fence," Hira said. 

"You don´t have to, I can make that." Me 

"We couldn´t allow such a lady as you to make your hands dirty by repairing our roof." Alina. 

"I would use magic for that." Me 

"You could do such a thing? I heard that magic is mostly for specific usage." Alina asked. 

"I´m a little special, show me the broken parts and I´ll repair it or should we make a whole new building?" I asked. 

""A whole building?"" Alina and Hira 

"Why not? It would look better and doesn´t need as much renovation as this building." Me 

"Are you sure you can do that?" Alina asked worriedly. 

"I think, what do you like more wood or stone?" Me 

"Äh...ehm stone would be best. But let me first get all the things out, the children have to help." Alina said and we brought everything we could use outside. 


It took us not much time to get the things outside because I said that we´ll buy new furniture. They only took a lot of blankets and personal stuff out. Now we´re standing in front of the old building. And I began. 

I imagined a large house out of stone in my head, it should be three floors high, it has to have a basement for the food and other things, a giant room for eating on the ground floor, with a kitchen and a large bath. Then for the first floor a large living room, where they´ll have many toys and a working room. The two upper floors are for the children and staff. Ten rooms each floor, with enough space for two children in every room. And single rooms for the staff. 

This should be enough. 1 million mana, pretty much. 

I willed the building to vanish into nothingness and raised the new one out of the ground. It has no furniture, but we will buy it later. 

The ground quaked and the children as well as Hira and Alina were making large eyes. 
I turned around and said. 

"Now we´ll need furniture, please describe the things you´d like to have." 

But the children needed a few minutes to come over their shock. 

"You can go inside, I´ll be on the ground floor with Alina and Hira, the first floor will be a playground and the second and third floor is for you to life. There are no beds and other furniture, but I´ll make them later. Please choose a roommate and then come down to me." I said and pulled the still stunned Hira and Alina inside. 


"Th...this is... breathtaking," Alina said. 

And for normal people it would surely be, the walls were out off polished stone, the floor is made of dark brown wood, and everything looks extremely pretty. 

I began to produce the furniture, a giant table with chairs around it, tableware, and some other furniture. 
The next thing was the furniture for the first floor. I made a giant fluffy carpet and some toys out made of wood. Blocks and such things, a rocking horse and a small fort. Specific things like dolls will come later and will be handmade. 


The first children came to me and I started to make beds with real mattresses. They didn´t know them but were delighted when they lay down. Some closets and desks and I were finished. I was in Hiras room as a child came inside and said. 

"Miss Clair, there are guards who want to know what happened." 

So I went down and saw ten guards and a few onlookers. 

The guard noticed us and asked me politely, probably because I look like a noble. 

"Hello miss, we heard some noises and saw this building sprouting out of the ground, may we know how this happened the reason" 

"Sure, I am the new supporter of this orphanage and thought I should renovate it, so I used magic and build a new one." Me 

"You surely jest, miss, this is far beyond any magic," He said and gestured at the building. 

"Oh, I´m not lying, I can show it. I wanted to make a new fence and some stone statues." I said and waited for a reply. The guard deliberated with his comrades and finally said. 

"Very well, you may demonstrate your magic." 

I destroyed the old fence and a new 5-meter high fence out of stone rose from the ground, an entrance with a metal gate, with two lion statues made of stone in front of it was behind me. 

The onlookers and guards all had an open mouth. 

Is there a title for making people do this? 

"You see, nothing to worry," I said. 

"Yes indeed, it was magic... I´ll give you a warning, this district is dangerous and such a building will get attention from thieves. You should employ guards. Now then, have a nice day." The guard said and left. 

We went back inside and finished with the furniture. And I was suddenly hugged by Alina who began to cry. She remained in this position and finally said after she wet my dress. 

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, I thought I have to close this orphanage, which raised me and then you came and made all this wondrous things in just two days. Say is there anything I could help you with? I would do everything." 

"Hm, I plan to buy a slave I meet a few weeks ago when I do that could she live here for the time I need to buy us a house?" Me 

"A slave?" Hira said. 

"Ah yes, she is an elf and I met her in an inn. I healed her scars but forget that she now might be sold, so I thought I should buy her this weekend." Me 

"Off course she can, you´re really generous," Alina said. 

"Not really, I do most of the things I do on a whim." I replied, but they said that they do not agree with me in this case. 

"Hira, I´m sorry, but we have to begin your tailor lessons tomorrow, I need to enchant the statues, so that they´ll protect this place. " Me 

"You can even do that?" Hira. 

"Yes I did it with your old desk, I tried to enchant it with the maximum of enchantments I could muster. It worked well but now each demon who goes in your old house will die by laser attackers." I said nonchalantly. 

"What?" Hira asked, but I ignored her and walked to the lions. 


The enchantments were as followed. 

One for making them into golems, then strength, agility, durability boosts, resistance for physical and magical attacks, a friend-foe recognition, as well as an enchantment for an artificial intelligence that could discern between both. And last but not least an enchantment for extra mana capacity and enough mana to stay in use for a couple of hundred years(500 million). 

I finished my work, went back inside and said my goodbye. 


I went to my dorm, ate with Kira and Lina, who talked about their day and went to sleep. 


The next morning was normal, waking Kira and Lina, then breakfast, a quick shower, and school. 

Today are the last two lessons for this week and I´ll visit Ilza after teaching Hira. 
I have forging and monster theology today. 

Monster theology was first. 

The lesson started with our teacher who brought a stuffed wolf. 

He´s called Mr. Wafhunt an old man and he was a hunter who earned his money with hunting exotic animals, now he´s teaching his knowledge for the future generation. At least that´s what he said. 

We got a monster encyclopedia and our instructions are mostly theoretical, we also got more books. But we´ll go on an excursion after the school tournament. So we have to train. 

There´s nothing extraordinary to mention, I produced a little ruckus as I slept during his lesson and he tried to embarrass me with questions, which I could answer because I already knew the content of his book. This in return caused him to ask more questions until the lesson finished. 


I ate and went to my forging lesson. 

The forge was a giant hall with many furnaces and all of my fellow students are muscle packed men. 

I recently know why woman is so annoyed with the stares of men, they don´t stop. 
And because I speak from experience, I also know their thoughts. 
But I have the opinion that these stares are a kind of compliment so it wasn´t that hard, that and because I could kill all of them with a thought if they would try something. 

There was this guy who tried to touch my ass during lunch break, let´s say he won´t touch someone for a long time without thinking twice. 

But back to the topic, the teacher came and said I could leave as thin as I am but I "convinced" him by lifting an anvil with one hand. 

He then lectured us about ores but I didn´t listen as I already knew them. He noticed that and asked me why I was so absent and I replied that my dad´s a blacksmith and I am his apprentice. He asked me a few questions but stopped after the third one realizing that I speak the truth. 

He said that we´re allowed to use the forge whenever we want, but we have to bring our own ores and tools. 

We also got a book about forging while embedding mana into your sword. 
It says that it´s a technique for master blacksmiths and could produce with an extra enchantment a sentient sword. I´ll have to try it later, I need to try if I could make a sentient sword which can change its form. 

Well, that´s about forging. I went back to my room, left a note that I´ll be out for the weekend and visited Hira. 

She said that there were some thugs who tried to break in, but they were swiftly killed by my statutes. 
But they had to clean the mess. So I made another enchantment on them which allowed them to use simple water magic. Now they should be able to clean it on their own. 

I thought Hira simple stitching and sewing and left her a large pile of fabrics for practice. 
I also made dinner for all and it was greedily eaten. 

It was night and I changed into my Dex form with wings and started to fly to Ilza, hoping that she´s alright.....

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Li Mei inhaled the scent of old books with a satisfied sigh. Sneaking into the manor's study on the top floor was impossible during the day with staff walking about doing their jobs, but at night darkness and silence ruled the big house. Sneaking around then was easy.
After thirty consecutive days of rigorous exercise her body recovered enough to not collapse after five minutes of walking, so she expanded her range of operation. Jogging up and down the stairs was great exercise, and she was able to access parts of the house previously outside her reach - including the laundry room, where she pilfered a few spare pieces of clothing. 
Nothing fashionable, nothing that fit well, just a few large shirts that went down to her knees and some undergarments. Better than wearing just a torn and bloody burlap sack dress, anyway.
Even better, she could reach the study on the top floor to fulfill the Quest wanting her to pirate some books with her cheat Interface.
Knowledge was power, so of course Li Mei loved books. Adalrich Agilo apparently agreed with the sentiment. His study was full of books, wide shelves as high as the ceiling lining most of the walls. An antique wooden pedestal desk bearing an ornately carved modesty panel sat in the center of the room like a silent monolith, accompanied by an enormous rolling armchair. On the desk was a cluster of potted mushrooms illuminating the whole room with a strong blue glow, and a shiny magitech computer.
Transparent quartz crystal plates an inch thick made up the keyboard and monitor. Circuit-like gold patterns engraved the backs of each plate in appealing designs. The keyboard lay flat on the desk, small and narrow compared to the wide and tall vertical monitor. There didn't seem to be anything resembling a computer mouse.
Li Mei ran a finger across the surface of the keyboard panel. 
Cool to the touch and smooth as silk! She took a moment to dream of a day when she had a fancy magitech computer of her own, in a lovely office with big windows and a nice view. Then she pulled a random book off a shelf and cracked it open.
44 never learned to read. That would require being taught, and no one bothered with such a tedious task for slaves like her. Li Mei could speak the local language because she inherited memories of 44 learning to talk, but the books held unintelligible squiggles of lines as far as she was concerned.
She stared at the first page with a frustrated scowl.
To add a whole book to the Archive she had to glance at each page separately. Li Mei sat in the big armchair and flipped through more than 300 pages, desperately hoping the book she grabbed was some sort of encyclopedia and not a romance novel or autobiography. Her feet swung several inches above the floor, her small figure dwarfed by the intimidating size of the chair and desk together.
The Quest to get EXP for recording books was repeatable. Since she didn't have to read the contents it took less than ten minutes to skim the entire book, so she reached for another.
And another. 
And another.
She sighed heavily as she glanced absently through a book with color illustrations of various weird plants. 'Congee, char siu, baozi, dim sum, beef chow fun, mapo tofu... I wonder if they exist in this world?' Her stomach growled, clinging to the idea of a home-cooked meal. She barely even saw the beautiful illustrations, images of steaming hot dishes and savory sauces dancing through her head in their place.
Li Mei was choosing another book when she heard a sound that sent a chill down her spine.
The doorknob rattled.
Li Mei spun on her heel, glancing around in panic. Other than the desk, bookshelves, and chair, the study was bare of furniture. There was a lone window, but it was a solid panel of ornate stained glass and didn't have a curtain in front of it.
The door opened inward, and with no other choice Li Mei dived under the desk. Her knees and palms burned from sudden friction against the rug but she didn't dare cry out. A slave who was missing for thirty days shouldn't be found in her Owner's study in the middle of the night! Especially by someone who also wasn't supposed to be there!
The study door clicked shut. Muffled light footsteps hit the carpeted floor in a steady pattern - whoever it was, they weren't nervous about being somewhere they shouldn't. 
A pair of long legs wearing black slacks moved leisurely into view. The person sat in the armchair, their knee just inches away from Li Mei's pale face, which was reflected oddly in the polished surface of some very shiny dress shoes. Slaves didn't get nice slacks or fancy shoes, and the regular staff were all normal people with proper working footwear.
Who in the world wore such shiny shoes while sneaking into someone else's study in the middle of the night?
Li Mei squeezed herself against the modesty panel, covering her mouth with a hand to prevent exhalations hitting the person's leg. She focused on the nearest limb but Scan didn't activate to tell her the person's name. 
Instead, it just told her the pants were indeed black slacks. 
'Are you kidding me? Do I need to see their face?!' She stifled a few creative curses, drawing the only reasonable conclusion she could think of. Sticking out her head to glance at the intruder's face seemed like a bad plan, so she gave up on the idea of Scanning them.
Shiny shoes tapped an awkward impatient rhythm, while above her head she heard faint beeping noises and the unmistakable staccato of typing fingers. 
Seconds stretched into minutes. Li Mei felt her heart attempting to escape through her throat, pounding so loud she feared the intruder would discover her presence. Sensation drained from her extremities, replaced by a fuzzy feeling of static.
After more than thirty minutes the person stood up and walked out from behind the desk. Li Mei relaxed, tension easing out of her shoulders. Flexing her fingers and rubbing her wiggling toes, she tried to ease feeling back into her numb limbs.
Until she realized she didn't hear the door open again.
She glanced up to see a pair of eyes staring back at her.
Li Mei bit her tongue to prevent a scream, covering her mouth with both hands. The shoes were once again in front of the desk, her own face distorted in their shiny reflection. Long fingers reached towards the girl's face, turning around to press a palm against the bottom of the desk's sliding drawer the instant before the hand brushed her nose.
Inside the desk a mechanism clicked followed by a melodic string of chirps. The person sat down again, forcing Li Mei back into the corner.
"The Comm Circuit is encrypted?" A hoarse voice croaked, slightly distorted and muffled.
"It's insulting you think to even ask that," the person in the chair answered. The legs were long and slender but the voice was undoubtedly masculine in nature, a heavily accented lazy drawl that didn't exist in 44's memories. Li Mei had no idea who the man could be.
"Then report. Quickly."
"The situation remains stable. Several subjects of the recent batches are testing positive for the latest serum. Casualties have been reduced by 32% compared to last quarter. Production's in the red, we need more Salamandris extract since the mishap with the Reddus moths."
"Testing positive? Finally. What is the success rate?"
"R&D is focusing on lowering the casualty percentage."
"The success rate!" The hoarse voice snapped. 
Li Mei saw the man in the chair clench his fist until his knuckles turned white. "There hasn't been a viable success since the 108, if we could recover the files-"
"We cannot have a repeat of that disaster! Sector 13 was destroyed, I'll not have mine follow suit. That damned research will stay buried. Casualty rate can be lowered once there's a foundation of success, change your priorities."
"As you say." The man hit his fist against his knee, leg trembling in agitation, but his vocal tone showed no hint of distress. Li Mei would have been impressed under other circumstances. If she wasn't stuck under a desk doing her best impression of empty air.
"Don't disappoint me."
Silence reigned for several minutes. Li Mei saw a spark of yellow light and smelled fragrant smoke, as the man leaned back and let out a deep sigh. She saw what was clearly some sort of cigarette held delicately between his fingers. Ash dropped on the carpet, but the man neither noticed nor cared.
Once the cigarette burned to nothing the man got up and left. Li Mei heard the door open and close, but she still waited another ten minutes before she dared to move her numb arms and legs. 
To her left a holoscreen proclaimed a new Quest, which she accepted so fast the System seemed to lag for a moment.
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Li Mei dies unexpectedly, transmigrating into the body of a nameless slave girl who was murdered in her sleep.

With the assistance of a game-like interface gifted to her by an unseen helper, she must fight in a hostile alien world not only for freedom, but for survival - and revenge!

(I will be posting this story on RoyalRoad.com as Kruos soon.)

I was gathering a lot of attention as I miserably begged Luke to let me read my manga in peace for an hour.

"You know it's been two whole years since I was able to come to this place," I continued sobbing as if Luke truly did something wrong to me.

Luke sighed as he heartlessly gave me two choices, "We're either going to study here for the rest of the day as we have originally planned or we're going back to your house."

When I didn't respond and started to cry harder, Luke dragged me mercilessly back to the entrance of the library. 

If I was in the eyes of the public, Luke couldn't continue his intense study sessions for a long time as it wouldn't fit with the mannerisms within the third district. However, if we went back home, Luke had the freedom to basically do anything.

I stopped crying as I returned the book back to the librarian who seemed to pity me as Luke ignored her compassionate gazes towards me and like everyone else watching this scene.

"Let's head to the study area," I miserably whispered to Luke.

I obediently followed Luke as the librarian guided us to the empty study area as she occasionally looked back to make sure I was fine.

Without wasting a single second, Luke started the next chapter as I immediately forgot about my complaints to concentrate on his lesson.

Luke finally stopped when it was around lunch time as it would be weird for young children at our age to continuously study without a single break.

"We should go out for lunch," Luke suggested as he pointed to a fancy hotel that was a ten minute walk from the library on his map.

However, when Luke wasn't looking this morning, I grabbed two sandwiches from the fridge and put it into Luke's bag so that we wouldn't have to eat inside another fancy restaurant.

"So we're having a break?" I carefully asked Luke.

Luke nodded as he opened his bag to pack the textbooks. However, before he could put the textbooks in, I grabbed the sandwiches out of his bag.

"You could go to the restaurant while I'll stay here and eat my lunch," I immediately headed to the manga section again after greeting Luke farewell.

However Luke sighed as he grabbed two more sandwiches from the front section of his bag (which I didn't pack).

"Just a hour Rika," Luke gave me his permission to read the towering collecting of manga and light novels on the numerous shelves.

It was really just an hour as Luke didn't give me a second more nor did he give me a second less from enjoying my life in manga and light novel paradise.

And until around dinner time, Luke didn't stop as many passersby looked at us curiously as we've been studying continuous for hours on our own.

"They're definitely from the first district," One college student whispered.

"Look at the clothes they're wearing. I've never seen something like this in the third district," Another college student agreed.

"And the content they're studying is the same level that my upperclassmen learn from their professors," Another college student pointed out.

Thanks for finally noticing. The level of difficulty of this textbook was already masters level in the third district and my past life. 

This was why my grades were never able to improve without Luke's intense study sessions. 

I happily closed our textbooks as I knew we were finished for the day. The library was about to close in one more hour as well.

We headed home as I devised a plan to escape from the study session tomorrow.

* * *
Today was July 8th of 3020 when I woke up from the soft vibration from my marble.

I painfully woke myself up at four a.m. Since I knew that Luke woke up at five a.m. from yesterday's conversation, I knew I had to wake up earlier than him to get out of the house unnoticed.

When I carefully opened Luke's door, I found him still sleeping.

I sighed in relief as I changed into the newly hung clothes from Luke's suitcase. He must have placed it in my closet last night as there was only one outfit and pyjamas for me to wear in my closet yesterday.

Today's outfit was another dress but made out of bright pastel pink silk with a tight ribbon around the waist. 

Again, it was casual enough to wear outside like a walk to the local park, but it wouldn't feel out of place when I would have to attend an informal event.

I carefully put on my dark pink sandals that I wore yesterday as I tried to open the main door as quietly as possible.

I silently cheered when I made it out of the house without Luke noticing. I walked to the bus stop to try to make it for the next bus that would drive me to the train station where I would catch the next bullet train that would place a large distance between Luke and me.

I have already put a note on the dining room table so my parents would know where I was.

My destination was the largest library in the country. I was grateful that I would get there by transferring from a one hour bus drive and then a three hour train ride.

I didn't mind that my commute was four hours overall, as I could sleep on the train.

I was captured and put onto a stake to be lit on fire as part of the ongoing witch hunt conducted throughout the land. I had to do something. But, this life really sucked. 

This all started when I was accidentally killed by God. 

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to kill you. It was just that I was overworked lately by my superior and I just wanted some time to relax and vent my stress out," he confessed.

"So, while I was snacking, I accidently dropped one potato chip into the human realm where the child tripped over the potato chip onto a den of steep stairs." God guilty admitted.

So I reincarnated into the most adorable girl with the largest orange-speckled eyes that contrasted her pale white skin void of any imperfections.

'How could someone look this pretty?' I thought as I admired my new appearance.

I was nowhere close to this pretty in my previous life. Did God put me into this new vessel as an apology?

But some things were too good to be true.
***
"We can do this the nice way or the hard way," My fiancé’s brother started off.
"The nice way is where you willingly come with us back to the first district and the hard way is where we forcibly take you back, which would be hard for all of us," Lucius gave me a warning.
Why was my life so depressing? He practically meant I didn’t have a choice! 
***
Few months later, I was at a party that I planned to escape from my fiancé’s family.
"I still get to continue with my naps on the weekends?" I tried to confirm with them.
No one answered as I almost cried from giving up my rare nap times from the mess I got involved with. This life was too bothersome!

Shi Bao'er was attending lessons and playing together with the other children in the mountains. 
No. 5 had grown to fancy the tranquil and serene place after staying there for some time.
He informed the teachers that he would be taking Shi Bao'er away for good, after which he packed their belongings and headed to Shi Bao'er's classroom. 
After her lesson ended, No. 5 entered the classroom and said, "Bao'er, we're going home now."
"Okay, Uncle No. 5."
"I mean we're going to A City." 
Shi Bao'er stared at the textbooks on the table, which she had been sharing with her table mate because the latter did not have any of her own. She had already gotten used to staying on the mountain, despite finding the living conditions rather arduous at the start. Hence, she was, in fact, extremely reluctant to leave. 
"Can we stay here instead of going home?"
Surprised to hear her words, No. 5 said with raised brows, "If you like it here, we can come back frequently from now on." 
Knowing that she could not defy No. 5's orders, she decided not to insist any further. Instead, she placed her textbooks and pencil case inside her bag before removing the floral rubber band wrapped around her hair, which she then handed to her table mate. She said, "I'm really glad to have been able to sit beside you all this while. Thank you for helping me. Here's a memento for you that'll always remind you of me. I'll visit you when I'm free in the future and we can play together."
The table mate took it from her and said, "Thank you…" 
She then took out a soybean bun from the drawer of her desk and handed it to Shi Bao'er. "My grandma made this for me. You can have it." 
Shi Bao'er accepted it with a nod. 
She left reluctantly. 
During her time on the mountain, she could sense the curiosity and bewilderment that her classmates had about the outside world. They were easily contented and would often ask her questions about the world outside the mountains. 
After comparing herself to the rest of the children there, she realized how ungrateful and discontented she was with the luxurious life she lived. 
Most of her classmates' parents were either busy with work all the time or had broken families with divorced parents. There were also those who were orphaned or had a deceased parent. Life was indeed very tough for them.
Noticing that she had been remaining silent throughout the flight home, No. 5 said, "There's something I must let you know."
"What is it?" 
"I heard that your daddy has divorced your stepmother." 
Unlike what he had expected, Jin Bao'er was not happy at all to hear the news. Instead, she looked at her own hand and asked, "Why?"
"Your stepmother was so badly scalded. Of course your daddy wouldn't want her anymore."
She cocked her head toward the window without uttering another word.
More than an hour later, she said, "Uncle No. 5."
"Yes?" 
"Does Mommy hold the rights to my custody now?"
"Yes." 
"Don't call me Shi Bao'er anymore. I prefer to be called Jin Bao'er."
"…" 
After they disembarked from the plane, Xiao Huang picked them up in the car. 
They returned to Wei Ni Estate to see that An Xiaoning was reading some books in the yard while the other children were playing with each other. Upon seeing Shi Bao'er, the handful of children completely disregarded her presence and pretended not to see her.
An Xiaoning put down her book and called them to her side.
Staring at Jin Bao'er, An Xiaoning asked, "Has it been hard on you?" 
"Not at all, Auntie. I really enjoyed it there."
"Oh, is that so?" Pointing at the other children, An Xiaoning said, "Say hi to your friends."
Jin Bao'er smiled and greeted them with a smile, "Hello Yiheng, Xiaoxi, Wenlun, Minhe, Rongyan." 
An Xiaoning said, "You shall go back to the boot camp tomorrow."
"Will Uncle No. 5 be accompanying me?"
"Do you want him to?" An Xiaoning asked.
"Yes." 
"Why so? Don't you hate it when he supervises you?" An Xiaoning asked, resting her chin in her hand. 
"I no longer do." 
"He can follow you, but you'll have to promise me one thing. I'll let Uncle No. 5 accompany you so long as you do."
"What is it, Auntie?" 
"Get along well with your little buddies. I heard that you're on bad terms with Xiaoxi. Bao'er, Xiaoxi has been engaged to Yiheng. We'll be family from now on. Xiaoxi is younger than you too and you ought to give in to her. Do you understand what I mean?" 
"Yes, I do," said Jin Bao'er.
"Alright, we'll send all of you back to the boot camp tomorrow. The sky is still bright. Go play with them."
Jin Bao'er walked toward the children and asked, "May I play with you guys?" 
Not wanting to defy her godmother, Long Xiaoxi agreed reluctantly. 
Jin Bao'er left with the children. 
"Sis, why have you agreed to let her return to the boot camp?"
"I don't want to disrupt her education. I never planned to let her stay at the boot camp alone anyway. I was already planning to let you chaperon her. No. 5, has she grown to become attached to you?"
"I don't think so. We haven't spent that much time together…" No. 5 said bashfully. 
"Seems like it to me, though. Although her mother has left her under my care, I can't possibly look after her every day. No. 5, you must help me guide her."
No. 5 answered, "Yes, Sis, rest assured. I'll keep correcting her until she completely turns over a new leaf. When we arrived at the entrance just now, I saw Director Jing Tian getting inside his car. Was he here to discuss a new production with you?"
"Nah, there has been some delay in the post-production of the previous television series and it has yet to be broadcast. He's not that free. He came to give me a suggestion."
"What suggestion?"
An Xiaoning picked up her book and said with a smirk, "He said that a sudden idea popped up in his mind and he's planning to produce a television series based on my past experiences. He suggested that I write an autobiography that he can use as the core material of our next cooperation."
No. 5 gasped in shock and asked, "Sis, I find it to be an absolutely great idea. Are you going to write it?" 
"I haven't thought about it yet." She then turned around and left. 
While walking toward the living room, An Xiaoning recalled everything that took place in the past. So many years had passed by in the blink of an eye, and her memory had begun to fail her. She thought that it would be rather meaningful if she could document everything about her past with Jin Qingyan.
She stepped foot inside the living room to see that Jin Qingyan had just made his way downstairs. "What's on your mind?" he asked.
"Jing Tian dropped by for a discussion with me."
"Was it regarding the television series?"
"No, we were discussing our next cooperation. He wanted me to write an autobiography about us and our past that he can use to produce a new television series."


After discovering about her wealthy husband's affair, she humiliates the adulterous pair on the streets and divorces him the very next morning. Just as everyone anticipates her downfall, she goes on to marry the most brilliant bachelor in the nation whom her unfaithful former husband cannot hold a candle to!

"Aren't your mother's legs always hurting? It hasn't gotten any better despite seeking help from various doctors."
"How did you know that?"
"Not only do I know why her legs hurt, I can also treat her condition."
"As long as you can treat my mother, I'll give you anything you want."
"I want money."

After An Xiaoning uses her psychic powers to break the curse of a poltergeist, she earns herself a fortune as well as a perfect man of her dreams.  

Don't be daunted by her psychic powers, for this book isn't terrifying at all!

"There'll be champagne."
"And oysters."
"Plus lots of other delicious food and booze."
"Free food and free booze."
"And girls."
"Dozens of girls."
"Beautiful girls."
"All panting to meet the Nordic God."
"Now, we know you're a good husband."
"A very good husband."
"In fact, probably a model husband."
"Still, you could probably use some admiration."
"And adoration."
"And fornication."
"Everybody can."
"Oh yes, and there'll be this hot new band – The Sunshine Kids."
"You probably heard them on the radio, performing in the breaks between the commercials."
"Some of which were probably art-directed by yourself."
"Well?"

 The Glitter Twins – also known as John and Jim Robinson – grinned at me from inside their Italian suits. They were very big on corporate fun; their vaudeville cross-talk routine was developed because of this overwhelming desire to please everyone and everybody. Once, they'd even brought an ukulele to a presentation, and attempted to perform a proposed advertising jingle in front of a roomful of suits; that was when people started calling them the Glitter Twins. The clients loved them. Everybody else hated them. Well, not everybody else; they were account directors now, and rumor had it that before long they would be anointed as account group directors.

"I can't come, guys," I told them. "Donna has a company Christmas thing too tonight, and someone's got to take care of the baby."
"Ah, the baby."
"Oh, baby, baby."
"Oh, baby, baby, bay."

 They got up, strumming imaginary guitars and grinning wider than ever. Jim or John (I couldn't tell them apart) slipped out of my office. John or Jim made as if to leave, then stopped, turned to me.

"Try to come, Oscar," he said softly. "It would be good if you came." He looked serious for a brief moment; then he rearranged his features into the usual mask, and left.

 So: you know my name is Oscar, Oscar Hansen. I'm an advertising art director. I wanted to be a painter, but I became an advertising art director because I had to make a living, like everyone else. Painters who actually paint usually can't make a living, and only a very few can make art.

 I'm thirty two years old, married to a Donna. Her name is Donna, and she is a Donna. She has long black hair, big sad dark eyes, and a wide red mouth; she is suitably willowy, though not very tall. We don't have children, but about a year ago, I made up this lie that we had a daughter. It just happened, just like that. One moment I wanted to take the afternoon off – I was having a really grotty day – the next I was telling the secretary that my daughter was having a fit in her expensive day care, and that I had to go, right away. I wanted to set the record straight later, but I couldn't. Everyone at the office was suddenly looking at me with new respect. It was nice, and also I found that having a kid and a working wife was the right setup to have if you wanted time off in a hurry.

 It was four o'clock, and I had nothing more to do that day, nothing that couldn't wait till tomorrow. I swiveled round in my chair and picked up the phone and called Rapid Taxi, and asked for Joe, my childhood buddy Joe, the guy I used to play cops-and-robbers with.

"Joe," I said, when he came on the line, "Can you do the usual?"
"I got twenty assholes waiting for cabs," he said.
"Well I want a cab too."
"Asshole." He hung up.

 I hung up too, got up, and went to the can with a slow, deliberate step. On the way I caught a glimpse of the Glitter Twins. They were knocking on an open door, grinning at each other. The door belonged to the office that belonged to my partner, Tad. Tad had once wanted to be a writer, but he became a copywriter because he had to make a living, and – as he confided to me one beer-sodden evening – he couldn't make art. We got on together famously, me and Tad. We talked only when it was absolutely necessary because of the job, and gave each other maximum slack.

 The company can was just around the corner from my office, and mercifully it was empty. I combed my hair twice, inspected my teeth, and ran a quick scan of things in general. And then, probably because I was in the can – there's something about the place that invites introspection and reflection – I started thinking about me and Donna. Things weren't well there. They weren't simple, either. They never are when there's guilt on both sides.

 I spent two more minutes in the can, repeatedly glancing at my watch. Then I walked out and took the long route back to my room, past the main secretarial desk. The secretary – the constantly smiling Paula Johnson – wasn't there. She smiled at everyone as often as she possibly could, and possibly she had a good reason; rumour had it she was snitching for Schutz, the managing director of our ad agency. I made a long detour so that I could walk past Daphne, our red-haired receptionist, in a seemingly preoccupied and professional manner.

"Oscar," she sang out, thanks God, and waved a pink slip at me. I unrolled it, looked, frowned.
"My daughter's sick again," I told Daphne.
"Your little daughter."
"My little daughter, oh yes. Very little."
 She grimaced and bent over her log, her spybook. I noticed a little pile of what looked like cab slips next to her elbow.
"Are these –?"
"Oh yes. It's for the party tonight. Don't drink and drive."
"Absolutely," I said, reaching out.

 The street was speckled with Christmas lights and decorations that became gaudier with every minute, as the day died. I inhaled the cold, clammy air; solitary snowflakes fell heavily onto the pavement and onto my shoulders. A smudge of orange intruded from the left – Rapid Taxi. Good old Joe. If you know a good old Joe, life is so much easier.

 I settled down in the smelly, creaky interior and gave the appropriate directions. I have a car – or rather we have a car, me and Donna. We share it – I usually get it two days in a week (the exact days differ). Life is nice then, because our car is a big BMW. Things are quite pleasant even when I'm stuck in the morning traffic jam, with a steaming styrofoam-cupped coffee clipped to the dash and a guy doing his best to entertain me on the radio. The other three days a week are hell. We live as close to the suburbs as you can without actually living in the suburbs. Getting to work involves a bus and a fucking train. A lot of the perfumed people I meet therein don't wash in the morning. There are legions of the unwashed in my city, even though it deems itself a world-class city, and the area I live in – an upscale, world-class area. It must be that the world is unwashed, as a whole.

 But now I was riding along in a cab, and the company was paying for the long ride. I enjoyed the approaching headlights slashing across the windscreen, lighting up the thickening snow; I even got used to the smell. It wasn't a dirty smell, but –
"Nice smell you've got in the cab," I said. "Air freshener?"
"And Mister Clean." He guffawed and bent over the wheel.
"What?"
"Mr. Clean. You know." He paused to negotiate an intersection with sure, flat slaps of the steering wheel. "Hope you don't mind my telling you this," he said, "But a guy threw up all over the back seat earlier today. Started the party early. But I scrubbed everything real careful with Mister Clean. Including the cracks, heh-heh." I wished I knew how to levitate.
"It's very important to wash in the cracks," I said.
"Yah. Heh-heh."

 The driveway was marked by fresh tracks, squeezed black into the thin, melting snow. A light was on upstairs. I tipped the honest driver and weaved along the flagstones to the front door. I don't like this weaving path. I used to cut across on a regular basis, but Donna forbade this. She cares about the grass.

 The house still smelled faintly of paint and synthetic carpet, and it was empty. I knew that without trudging up the staircase, without removing my shoes. I took them off anyway, shed my jacket, and got rid of the fucking tie. I soft-socked it to the booze cupboard and poured a drink. After a while, I poured another. Donna was still absent. She was in her world, a world of professionals dealing with failed love. Donna is a very good divorce lawyer. She specializes in getting minimal settlements for guilty husbands. A long time ago, when I still had my very own Mustang, I drove round to someone else's cheap, ground level law office and watched Donna work.

 I stood half-hidden behind a street lamp post, feeling like an idiot; the blinds in the window were up, but a cleverly placed potted cactus obscured the face of her client. I got a good look at Donna, though. Her hair was pulled back in a severe bun; her wide mouth was pursed in solemn concern. Her hand held a pen as if it was a scalpel, the paper beneath – an unsuspecting body. I understood then how she got wronged, furious women to shrink their claims. She'd say yes, he's wrong and you're right, but being right carries a price too. They'd look at her and agree, as they had to.

 Donna owns everything; I don't own a damn. My money pays for the bills – we have an ever-increasing amount of ever-growing bills – and the weekend shopping sprees at the local plaza (very upscale: a fountain masquerading as a waterfall, tons of plants in ceramic tubs, guys and gals in fancy dress smiling as if their life depended on it - maybe it does - while pushing assorted flyers and leaflets into your hands; donation boxes for at least three different charities on each checkout counter; and let's not forget the string quartet serenading the shoppers - two  string quartets and a choir at Christmas. In short, everything one can think of to make the act of spending money - consuming - a moral experience).

 When Donna and I moved in together, I covered rent, the car, and entertainment, and she got the groceries and the bills. Now it's the other way around, and she goes to Christmas parties without waiting for me to tell her I'm not going to mine. You might say I've got plenty of material for deep thinking sessions in the office can.

 We'd met at a Christmas party, several years earlier. It wasn't a corporate get-together, but a friendly booze-up thrown by my neighbours, a married couple who were increasingly worried by my single state. Donna was invited to meet me and another unmarried holdout, a rich real estate agent called Frank Mahoney. Frank Mahoney habitually has tufts of hair sticking out of his nose, a pot belly, and a beery laugh, while I, as John and Jim Robinson have observed, I am a Nordic god. Donna looked like a Barbarian princess in artistically torn suede and net stockings; we hit it off at once, while Frank pensively dipped his nosehair in large glasses of whisky.

 Donna and I got married on a rainy May day; her Hispanic aunt observed, mystically, that rain on a wedding day meant plenty of married good luck. I changed jobs for a 50% raise three months later. In September we bought a house in a new housing development. The developer had used a talented architect, and the house – a two-storey affair of grey brick, black slates, and white window frames – looked good inside and out. I didn't like the synthetic bluish-grey carpeting everywhere, but Donna did, and she was totally won over by the Italian kitchen. She thought she'd be doing a lot of cooking, just two years back. But our married good luck continued unabated – she got promoted, changed jobs, got promoted again, and now she was working eighty hour weeks and pulling in well over a hundred grand a year. You can't deal with cooking when you make money like that.

 It was good she did. My own job situation was - let's call it insecure. They were firing people left, right, and centre in all the ad agencies in the city. I'd heard that S&S Unlimited bodybagged six media and four creative people just the other week. And you could feel it, you could feel it every day, cruising down the corridor – there would be this waft of cold air on your neck in spite of all the expensive air-conditioning, and if you looked quickly enough you'd see a door closing, a shadow disappearing around a corner, someone quickly averting their eyes.

 Night had fallen; the pool of light from the standing lamp turned a bright yellow. I stopped pacing around the room and went upstairs for a long shower. I caught a whiff of perfume when I entered the bathroom. There was a thin trail of talcum powder near the basin's pedestal, and a few drops of hairspray frozen in the corner of the mirror. I felt a tug of jealousy at the thought of Donna making herself pretty for other people and squinted at my reflection, suddenly ashamed of my thoughts, my nakedness, and at the way things were going with me and Donna. She had written me a couple of love notes on the mirror soon after we'd started living together. I should have felt happy, but instead I felt embarrassed. To start with, I'm uncomfortable with the mirror: I know the man inside is no Nordic god. Also, the very thought of my writing a note like that practically made me gag. I regretted feeling that way, and actually forced myself to think about writing Donna back, so to speak. But I couldn't very well use lipstick, and once I started thinking about writing materials (shaving foam? No, it would run. Soapy finger? No, it would simply look as if the mirror was dirty) the whole thing ceased to have anything in common with love, etcetera, and became like art-directing an ad. So I dropped it and became embarrassed instead, and eventually Donna became embarrassed too, and there were no more love notes.

 I took a very short shower and went to the bedroom to dress in something comfortable, and found the kind of note Donna and I wrote each other nowadays. She'd gone to her Christmas party; she hoped I'd enjoy mine.
 I reached for the phone.
"Joe," I said, when he came on the line, "I need a cab."

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it was just a normal day in deku's world. a day with no murder no guns no taxes to be paid. a day of focusing on his quirk and trying to get his crush to notice him.
I pick up my now scattered books off the floor from bakugo knocking them out of my hands. I look back up at bakugo who is angrily stomping away. why does he hate my so much? I think as I look back at my books on the floor. I reach out for my math book but someone els picks it  up. I look up at the person who picked my math book up for me. "t-todoroki thanks." I say nervously. oh my gosh todoroki is in front of me. "no problem midorya." todoroki says happily. "hey why was he bullying you?" Todoroki asks me handing me my math book. "oh you know him he hates me and just wants to make my life miserable." I say with a sigh. "he doesn't hate you." todoroki says trying to help but failing. "he hates me, I have no idea why but he hates me" I say. "hey do you want to go to my house tonight?" todoroki asks me. holly wow what did he ask me. I think as I close my eyes and take a deep breath. "s-sure, yea! of corse I do" I say happily. "ok! i'll send you a link on where to meet me, we will eat dinner then go to my house." todoroki says with a smile. "ok." I say smiling back him. we stand up and walk to class together.
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"no, no, no this is bad, I have no idea what to wear, I don't know if I should go with the hoodie or something more fancy, I have no idea where we are going. ahhh" I say in a panic. I run my fingers through my hair. "should I text todoroki?" I say as I get my phone out from my pocket. --hey todoroki what should I wear tonight? I text him. ... it takes todoroki a bit to get back at me. -wear something nice not to fancy. he texts back. "ok I'll just wear the hoodie" I say getting my dark green hoodie and putting it on.
I open the door of my house and walk out ready to see my crush.

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