"This is not the life I wanted" sighed Jack. He always had dreams of grandeur as a kid. He first wanted to be a scientist whose discoveries would change the world. An inventor that would create time travel or even a writer whose books  people would die to read. However as reality would have it he ended up being a corporate slave. Sure, the job payed well, but something was always missing.

So when he saw a devil summoning ritual in the dusty corners of the city library, he didn't hesitate to try it out, this was his chance for greatness. 

'Finally, my time has come. Even if I have to sell my soul  will ask for infinite superpowers and will become the overlord of this puny planet - muahaaaaaa"

-evil cackles ensue-

Only it actually worked...

"So, you are the devil"

"Righto buddy!"

"The real deal"

"Yep, Sure as 'hell''

....

"Get it cause I'm a devil and all-"

"Why do you look like a potato then"

"Cause I am the The POTATO devil king ~ ain't I just a cutie ;)"

....
Right in the middle of the pentagram was a potato with two horns and even a tail with an arrow at the end. It had two googly eyes and one big mouth with creepy teeth.

It looked as if it had just come out of a cheap cartoon show or comic strip.
...

"Congratulations on finding the summoning ritual!"
"YOU have been chosen to be sent to another world"

"Why?"

"I dunno the WPC asked for a normie and you are as useless as they get"

"Hey! Excuse me but that's how most of us are on this planet"

"Yadda-yadda, lets just say you won the lucky draw- so i am gonna transmigrate you, pls try to be an everyday hero, i am short on coins do pls be entertaining!"

"Yo! Potato-ass wait a min-"

"OK, so you get 
- Beginners luck- godly plot armour lasts for 2 arcs
- an old Nokia 600, with only one number in it (mine)
- and as i am being so generous I will take away your luck in love"

"Whats with the last one! Now I am supposed to be unlucky in love or something!"

"Yes, It adds comedic opportunities and improves your mc aura"

"Why would i need an MC aura? Can I cancel this summon?"

"To keep the readers entertained ~ obviously. Anyways see you on the other side. Give me a ring if you need help!"

"Y-you will help me! Looks like you aren't so bad after all"

"I'll mostly just get a good laugh out of it, and if I do help, I will still take something in return, you have already lost your luck in love."

"You son of a-"

"Off you go!"

Then all faded to black.

Jack once wanted to be a scientist, then a writer,a job that would move the world.

Unfortunately the cruel reality, and the need for money brought him to the path the masses pursued for riches, engineering and buisness studies.

Little did he know that fate would take an unexpected turn and he would transmigrate to a new world.

Armed with his knowledge from 21st century Earth. He would become the strongest shopkeeper.

Watch his journey as he makes new friends and scams his opponents to bankruptcy.

The land which was pouring with the blood of the Ancient Emperor was filled with the precinct of Ancient Trees. Without anyone noticing, the shadow of a man with a yellow robe and tassels that covered his face appeared. He stared at Sha Wujing quietly. Despite Sha Wujing being a legend and experiencing the Pilgrimage to the West, he still trembled with fear. The scepter in his hand turned into a real dragon accompanied with the sound of copper rings intertwining, and it isolated out a world with its own heaven and earth.
At this moment, the figure of the emperor suddenly stepped forward, and the glimmer which was shining from his eyes passed through the tassels.
Before Sha Wujing had the time to think, his Divine Sense became vague, and his body, together with the scepter, were inexplicably compressed. He turned into a thin layer of paper, as if he was an actualized drawing. The similar drawings were stacked, and there were projections of him from different universes, linked to each other just like a comic strip.
The comic strip was collapsing, and the figures of the paper men huddled together into a group of words before flashing toward the emperor who was old and mysterious. It finally fell into his palm and merged into a common book.
The cover of the book was written with its title consisting of azure-like gold characters:
"The biography of Sha Wujing!"
In just a few moments, a legendary mighty person had became a book which recorded the projection of his life!
The precinct of the ancient Fusang trees was really strange and shocking!
Suddenly, radiance emitted from the book. Without any wind, the pages moved on its own, flipping to the Spirited Mountain part. The words mysterious corpse were highlighted, floating above the book and blooming in infinite light. It shone directly onto the eyes of the emperor's figure.
The emperor with tassels covering his face raised his left hand to cover his eyes. He yelled in an illusory pain and stepped back in a rush, crashing and collapsing as if an imaginary bubble had been popped.
The book rolled to the ground and swelled under the shining of boundless light, and the words flew out and merged into figures of paper men. The paper men became bigger just like balloons being blown, until it finally displayed Sha Wujing and his countless reflected selves.
The reflected selves returned to their respective Myriad Worlds. Sha Wujing touched the pouch on his waist and said with appreciation,
"Thank goodness for mom's great foresight."
It was terrifying when he had to battle with this kind of strange enemy who couldn't be accurately evaluated by grades. Even if he cooperated with Zhang Deng, he might also turn into a book without the pre-guiding and long term preparation from his mother. Moreover, perhaps he would be passed to children, be read and told by them, and finally torn into pieces with no trace left behind.
His pale and colorless eyes looked at the top of the ancient Fusang tree which was where the emperor with tassels was standing a while ago. The mulberry leaves surrounded a fruit. It looked slightly transparent, and its color was dark. It reflected the things around just like a strangely designed mirror.
Sha Wujing gently sucked in a breath and solemnly recited,
"Ajati Matriarch, the Void Hometown."
The blossoming white lotus emerged and surrounded his right hand. He then directed his right hand to that fruit in order to pick it up.
Once he succeeded, he immediately destroyed that green grave and the accumulated white flowers left by the previous holy maiden. He erased all her preparations, and then returned to the Void Hometown with the fastest speed.
This fruit was of great importance. Once it appears, there would be many people who would aim for it!
...
In front the ancient Fusang tree, there were colors of red, green, black, and white making noises similar to that of boiling water. The Celestial Lamp Ambassador had a real battle with Shaoxuan and Xi'e. They no longer held back, causing the nearby void to collapse and the rules of heaven and earth to turn into chaos. The four elements plagued everything along with it, leading to a scene as if heaven and earth had experienced its first great damage.
The Last Ship was surrounded with the yellow scent, infiltrating with the water of Holy Virtue. It avoided the four elements while attempting to overcome the damage as it sailed toward the Celestial Lamp Ambassador amidst the aforementioned colors.
While Xi'e tried her best to control the Last Ship, Shaoxuan combined his direct knowledge and martial arts skills with the Tyrant's Invincible Blade. It shot out its strength and power, making the Wanderer Lamp flicker and the right hand of the Celestial Lamp Ambassador to be scorched and trembling slightly.
He was strong enough and had laid out the Ten Directions of the Wanderer's Azure World. When facing the Last Ship and the Tyrant's Invincible Blade, together with two legendary mighty people with a similar level, the Celestial Lamp Ambassador felt like he was unable to cope with them and he was being forced to come forward step by step.
It seemed the Last Ship was coming towards him, almost arriving at the ancient Fusang tree. The Celestial Lamp Ambassador's expression remained unchanged, but his eyes were more dignified. He raised his right hand's sleeves and it changed the heaven and earth, the World in the Sleeve!
Heaven and earth were dark, and the four elements disappeared. The Last Ship flew into the sleeve of the Celestial Lamp Ambassador.
He immediately sat cross-legged, placing the Wanderer Lamp in his right hand. The light converged and condensed into numerous glazed crystals, completely covering the sleeves.
Boom!
The sleeves swayed, one expanded and another shrunk.
Boom!
The thunder echoed, and the sleeves expanded rapidly.
Bang!
The thunder resonated together with the explosion while the purple electricity and giant ship flew together, breaking through the sleeve, crushing the lights and glaze.
At this moment, there was an infinite and boundless light shining downwards from above the ancient Fusang tree.
Seeing that Shaoxuan and Xi'e had escaped from the trouble and arrived at the ancient Fusang tree, the Celestial Lamp Ambassador had a slight change in expression. He suddenly sighed and spit out a white wave which directly blew out the Wanderer Lamp!
When the lights went out, the Three Realms were dim. Shao Xuan and Xi'e felt that they were in a boundless darkness. They couldn't distinguish the direction, for even if they were riding on the Last Ship they still couldn't find their way.
The ancient Fusang tree was just in front, but they could no longer see it. At the infinity peak, the Celestial Lamp Ambassador's eyes which were filled with indifference and looked down on them quietly!
...
"I am Yuanshi!"
Meng Qi was shocked, and the self-perception that did not disappear almost collapsed.
He had always had great fear in his heart as he was afraid to fall into the trap of the Heavenly Lord Yuanshi after getting rid of the Devil Buddha. When he created and absorbed the projection of the reflected self, he always balanced the two sides and found a way out.
At this moment, in his congenital nature, he actually met a mysterious Taoist who claimed to be Yuanshi!
Could it be that the real intention has been revealed?
Could it be that the oldest and most powerful Nirvana Realm Individual had always been hidden in his nature?
Meng Qi's experience, memory, and cognitive fragments were spinning fast, forming numerous modes of thinking, constantly deriving and sparking with wisdom.
Upon achieving Legendary status and seeing the self, it was actually fairly normal to see some of the big characters in the congenital nature. Many of the legendary parts of the ancient books that remained to this day did record similar phenomena.
Among them, the most common figure was Lord Ling Bao. He was the symbol of having, from having to nothing, it included the end of heaven and earth, so it was also the Creation Aura of all things and the origin of the congenital nature. After cutting myself to see me and returning to the cogenitial, seeing the figure was an expected occurrence.
Secondly, it was the figure of Lord Dao De. The cogenitial I came directly from the Da Dao and was the closest to the Da Dao. Meanwhile, Lord Dao De was the incarnation of Da Dao, which was the order of the existence of the Myriad World and was coincidentally corresponding to the closest to Da Dao. There was a lot of the ancient mighty people who saw him when they broke through to the Legendary realm in the congenital nature.
It was followed by the Buddism Maha Bodhisattva and the Great Luohan. When achieving the Buddha attainment, they would see the Buddha Golden Body, but the appearance of the statue was their own appearance.
But for one to be able to see the Heavenly Lord Yuanshi's figure when achieving the Legendary realm was something no one had ever heard of!
Was the oldest Nirvana Realm Individual coming out from behind the scenes and going to the front of the stage?
The danger was emerging. Based on his instinct, Meng Qi withdrew from this situation. During the past, he would follow his accurate hunch and not hesitate to complete his actions.
However, after experiencing the abandonment of the strength of martial arts, he has already realized that his hunch could not be relied upon. Even if they have been shown to be correct again and again, and they have helped him to avoid death, but he couldn't fully believe and rely on them as they were likely to go wrong.
Looking around, Meng Qi did not recklessly withdraw as he immediately realized that something was wrong.
Based on his current capability, it was difficult to escape if the Heavenly Lord Yuanshi took action.
In this case, why not face him directly and figure out the whole story!
Exploring with his cognitive abilities, Meng Qi found that the ancient Taoist was extremely illusory, and had a sense of established self! 
Established self?
There were lightning and thunder appearing in Meng Qi's mind. With a boom, it illuminated the darkness and he realized the reason.
He owned the characteristics of Nirvana Realm, so of course he was different from other Legendaries.
If every congenital nature backtracked upon on time, experienced the replacement of three souls and returned to the beginning, they would come from the beginning of everything and thus be able to see Yuanshi.
As the saying goes, as long as the heart can see Buddha, then everyone is Yuanshi!
If he couldn't cut himself to see himself, and just made a wrong decision based on experience, cognition, and instinct, the moment he drops out, he would never be able to achieve Legendary status in the next few decades!
He looked at the Premier Taoist and burst into laughter,
"It's me!"
The Premier Taoist laughed as well,
"It's you!"
He stepped forward and the figure disappeared. Now, Meng Qi was seated on the place where the Premier Taoist was earlier!
He felt his whole body become clear instantly and could sense the resonance from the infinity peak.
At the beginning, the creatures were legend. They lived at the infinity peak and projected the world. It then changed and the projection became reflected self while the original self would lower the origin. Now, the clear resonance were exactly where it should be.
The characteristics were coming forward with their perfectly matched origins. The lines of karma were highlighted, connecting the reflected self projections, and they transformed with qualitative change, forming a golden Nirvana Realm lotus that bloomed with excessively bright light.
The golden lotus platform bringing Meng Qi's reflected self passed through layers of obstacles and flew toward the infinity peak.
Meng Qi formed a Wu'Ji Seal with both his hands. With a smile, he spoke in a low voice,
"Passing through the mountains barefoot, without asking for help from deities or Buddha."
"Only upon seeing Yuanshi at the end of the path did I finally know I am myself!"
The sound echoed, and the void shook. The Moonlight Bodhisattva watched as Meng Qi's body emitted colorful lights and fell into the Real World.
Above the air of the Real World, the mist emerged by layers. It was broken and silent, and the highest place was blurry and difficult to see.
"Celestial world crossing the horizon?" In a secret place, Devil Master Han Guang suddenly stood up and looked out, "This is a phenomenon of legendary realm self-achievement!"


I care not of my past and neither of my future.
Conquering all heroes and foes while looking with disdain at the horrors of the Samsara, I yearn only for a life of thrilling wonders!
History will repeat itself after many ages as the menace of the Great Calamity rises once more.
Which will rise with triumph in the face of adversity; the Golden Form of the Great Buddha or the invincible Heavenly Taoist Form?
Which will seize all glory amidst all struggles; The Buddha's Palms or the  Seven Strokes of Heaven's Interception?
From the sanctum of the Shaolin Temple, Meng Qi's adventures and struggles through the Samsara begin as we follow his climb to claim the title of "the Unrivaled and the Invincible One"!


"Annie! Is nice to see you. You look even better than the last time we met" A middle aged guy greeted my mother once we entered his office.  

"Oh Clark stop with your lies" My mother replied playfully. It was clear that the both of them were friends, or in really good terms at the very least. 

"And you must be the young genius I been hearing about... Mister Sam Bane" He said amicably, and then he offered me his hand to shake "I'm Clarke Cook, it's a pleasure to meet you" 

"Good day to you sir" I shook his hand firmly. Or with the most strength my seven year old self could muster. 

After the short interaction, I finally could relax a bit. For some reason, ever since yesterday night I was really nervous about this reunion. I guess that I really wanted for it to work out. 

"Take a sit please" He said after a while, with a never ending smile on his face. 

His office was a mess. I could tell that he worked hard, if the multiple papers all over his desk, and the big bags under his eyes were any indication. Still, it didn't gave much confidence on his organizational skills. 

"Thanks Clark" My mother replied. And before I could notice the mood changed. It was like the both of them went from normal mode to business mode, in just second. 

Before coming here, my mother just told me to let her negotiate in my behalf. And I planned to do exactly that, especially now with the professional aura she inspires. 

"Well, let's start with the book composition first" said Clark, "Annie, like you already know, I like the three stories you've sent me last week. They appeal to a younger demographic, which is  a group that is gaining traction lately. Although I have to say that these stories are too short to be released as books on their own. So, I propose to compile them. I think five stories could make a good sized book" 

It was reasonable. My stories were a little too short. I could've done them longer, but I wanted to keep them simple, considering that the target readers would be mostly kids. 

"That's a good idea. Although I think that the stories should have a common theme between them. For example, a book collection could be about princesses. Sam here has written about ten stories about princesses, so it shouldn't be a problem, right Sam?" My mother said, and tactfully helped me to get into the conversation. 

"Yes, there's no problem with that" I said calmly. Mr. Clark finally looked at me after that. He looked interested with that bit of news. 

"That sounds good to me. I'll need to read the five stories you plan to publish, so we can progress any further... But in an act of good faith of Sam's work, we can talk about the details of the deal we will be making" 

"What do you propose then?" Mother asked. 

He looked at me for a second before concentrating on my mother once again. Then, he brought up a paper he had at the only clear zone of his desktop, and passed it out to my mom. 

The contract I assume. I planned to read it on my own when my mother finishes it, but I couldn't help to look at her to see if I could get any information from her face expressions. Which ended up being a pointless endeavor. 

"Ha!" She exclaimed "I see your intentions Clark. If this is how it will be, let's stop here. We'll take our leave" My mother finally said. And then stood up from her seat and walked to the exit. 

I could only guess what unreasonable things were written on there. So for now I just followed her up. Although for some reason I felt that this wasn't the end of the discussion. 

"Wait!" Clark finally said, "I admit the contract may be a little unfair, but we can discuss it, no need to go away just like that" 

My mother turned back with a smirk on her face, "I'm surprised, I've heard a little about your situation Clark. But now with you flinching so quick, I'm wondering of how bad it really is" 

To my surprise it seems that we were not in the losing end of the negotiations to begin with. My mother really played him hard. Clark's face said all I wanted to know. He was mad, but he still stayed quiet about it. 

"Yeah, it's true. We are in need of a success, and that's the principal reason to even consider to publish a kid's book, besides the publicity within itself that it could generate" He admitted. 

"I've heard that all the upcoming writers choose to go with other companies, after all you've had a bad record in the last five years" My mother added while the both of us took a seat once again. 

"You really did your research, huh?" he said with a defeated look. "... I wanted to start my own comic book company, but at the end all the good artists preferred to go with either 'power comics' or 'marvelous', and before I realized, the book company I had spent so many years to build up, was on his way to bankruptcy" 

It was kind of a sad story, but also an amazing opportunity. If I played my cards right, maybe making my own comics wasn't impossible for me in the near future. 

"So, in your times of need you thought on cheating your good friend of so many years" Mother said while making 'tsk' noises, pointing the bad deed Clark has made, "Sam is young, so there will be no problem if he waits a couple of years to get published... So now I wonder, what deal could you offer us, so we can even consider making a deal with you" 

Clark clenched his jaw at that, and had a serious expression on his face. He kept quiet though, it seemed that he was seriously considering the matter. 

"What do you want?" He finally asked. 

"Twenty percent, and the rights will belong to him completely" Mother demanded. 

That was a extremely good deal, especially for a newcomer like me, asking for that much was out of my expectations.

"That's... acceptable. But Sam will have to publish at least four books with us" He countered. 

"Are you joking? Two is the most we are going to concede" Mother said with displeasure. 

That was something we had talked about before. If I was successful enough, I could go with a bigger publishing company in the future. And my mother had a high faith on my success for some reason. 

Now there was a clear disagreement between them. I honestly couldn't care less if I had to write four books for this company, with the new deal offered I would have no complaints. But I knew what I wanted. 

"How about I do publish four books, but you'll have to publish a comicbook of mine... With the same conditions as the one with the books" I interrupted them. 

The both of them stared at me with surprised faces. "What do you mean?" Clark asked after a while. 

"Well... I have this idea for a comic, and I felt compelled to do it after I heard that you own a comic company" I explained. 

"Are you talking about the one you've made with Hanna?" Mother asked me with a worried face. It was clear that she thought that it wasn't that great. 

It wasn't a bad comic per se, but I do agree that it isn't the kind of comic that sells well with the masses, nor profesional enough to be a comic on his own. But I'm aware which comics are the best sellers at this era, compared to my old reality.   

"No" I said, before Clark could have asked about it, "I have an idea for a superhero comic, but I don't have the talent to draw. So I thought it was a good compromise that if my books are successful enough, Mister Clark will hire an artist to draw my comic, and then he'll publish it" 

"That's interesting. What do you think Clark?" Mother asked with a simple smile on her face.  

This wasn't something we had discussed before, so I was relieved that she just went along with the idea. 

Clark just sighed and nodded with a smile of his own. Even if he tried to hide it, I could see that he was happy about the deal. In the end, he wanted both of his companies to succeed, and now there was a chance for it to be possible.

Samuel Bane, a guy who was just a normal 23 year old in another life, was living in a new world with his memory intact. 

The new world is almost exactly the same as the one he lived before, except that the period of time was similar to the mid 80's that he knew by the movies and tv shows he watched.

This story will focus on how Sam enters the entertainment business. Getting his works published and meeting new people on his way towards an unheard level of success. 

The concept of the story has inspiration in "I'm really a super star", but it's nothing alike.


> Currently I'm posting a chapter every Tuesday.

As Austen had predicted, Seyla awoke a little over five hours following their conversation in The Cortex, by which time night was fast approaching. She moved gingerly upstairs and into the Dining Hall and found everyone sitting at the laden table, helping themselves to a feast of roast chicken, mashed potatoes, fat sausages, bacon, fries and pudding, each with a different drink in their hands — Austen was a wonderful chef, though he often said that he was nowhere near his mother's level. Malik pulled out the empty chair beside him and Seyla sat down.

"How are you feeling?" Austen asked.

"Fine." Seyla said, though she looked rather pale.

Austen looked unconvinced, but before he could voice his uncertainty, Malik said, "Choice drink? We have lemonade, pumpkin juice, coconut water or you can have a glass of what Austen's having."

"Watch it." Austen said, pulling his glass of red wine away and casting Malik a dark look.

"Don't be stupid." Claire said sharply. She needs something hot, not cold." She disappeared into the kitchen and returned a few minutes later with a steaming mug of chocolate milk. "Here, take this." Seyla drank; heat flushed through her body. She could feel the stiffness of her limbs caused by the cold burning away as she swallowed.

"Better?" Claire asked.

"A lot better." Seyla said, colour returning to her face. "So what did I miss?"

Raul explained briefly; Austen's orders, how he and Malik teamed up to defeat Stronghold and the white rhino, how he took her home and returned for Malik, how they knocked down Ryu and the pale skinned girl, how Metal Maniac and several other heroes showed up, their conversation in the Cortex about Sinistra and finally, Metal Maniac's message — he left out Malik's strange behaviour.

For a moment Seyla said nothing, then she spoke rather softly. "Sinistra, huh?"

"Yeah," Malik said, taking a swig of his carrot juice. She fell silent again. Raul thought that she was now thinking over what he said about Austen.

A few more moments passed, then, when he was sure that she was going to explode on Austen about his ridiculous decision to choose Malik over her, she simply stated that she was feeling chilly again. After several seconds of staring at Seyla in utter disbelief, Raul sped off, knocking over Malik's glass of carrot juice, and returned, clutching a thick fur coat that he threw to Seyla.

"Where did you get that?" Austen asked, his eyebrows raised.

"From a store in the city called 'The Wool-E Mammoth.'" Raul said coldly, refusing to look at Austen. He watched as Seyla, somewhat flustered, put on the coat. Surely she would deal with Austen once she was feeling a bit warmer? To his surprise she simply tucked into the meal, not saying another word or looking even slightly troubled. He gaped, open-mouthed, at Seyla, oblivious to the fact that Malik was staring at him, trying to resist the urge to rip him apart for spilling his drink.

After dinner that evening, Raul went to bed swearing loudly and muttering that girls were the strangest creatures he'd ever seen, while Austen, looking quite unbothered, recommended Seyla stay under dimmed thermopanels that night.

Three days passed and he had still not forgiven Austen for what he had done. He didn't utter a single word to him when he could help it, and when he couldn't, he spoke with venom in his tongue. Austen however, remained quite cheerful and Seyla, to Raul's surprise and annoyance, was still not bursting with fury.

On the fourth day after, Austen had left to collect material he would be acquiring from a mysterious source for the repair of Malik's suit, and Raul began to rant — for the seventh time so far — about what a horrible decision he made and how he didn't care to apologize even once.

"Who does he think he is, honestly? No, better question, who does he think we are? His expendable playthings that he can just toss away whenever it suits him?"

"I'm sure that's not what happened, Raul." Seyla said in a bored voice.

Raul was so furious he couldn't string the words he needed together. How could she, of all people, take his side?

"Right you are, Seyla." Austen said, pushing open the front door and swinging a small black bag. "Though I'm willing to leave him be and let him vent his frustration for as long as he wishes."

"Yeah, only because you're not the one who has to listen to him!" Malik spat.

"Exactly!" He strode over to Malik, pulled a small, flimsy book from the bag and threw it onto Malik's lap.

"What's this?" Malik asked, bewildered.

"Your comic book." Austen said.

"What?" Everyone yelled simultaneously.

Malik grabbed up the book. "'Fist of Providence'?" He repeated incredulously.

Seyla, Raul, Claire, Vernon and Jayden all scrambled up and gathered around him.

Malik skipped through the pages, flipping them so hard he tore one. There on the pages before him, were detailed drawings of his fight with Stronghold, almost exactly as it had happened. Malik punching his face with no effect, him grabbing Malik and throwing him onto the ground, Malik escaping one of Stronghold's next blows narrowly, clutching his chest —

"What is this?" Malik asked.

"I'll get to that," he said, pulling out two more books and throwing them to Seyla and Raul. "There are some for you as well."

The stories depicted in their books ("Queen of The Dark Arts" and "Dash") showed their battles with 0-Zone and the white rhino almost exactly as they happened, as Malik's had done with him and Stronghold.

"What are these?" Seyla asked, repeating Malik's earlier question.

"Comic books, depicting very near perfectly — as I'm sure you've noticed — your various fights at the museum the other day. The authors, rightfully so, seeing as though they don't know much about you, have dubbed you "The Unknowns." The greatest mystery case in Phoenix City's most recent news."

"But —" Malik began, but Austen cut across him.

"Apparently, the author obtained a video of your respective fights between members of The Council and Sinistra, and were so deeply interested by what they saw that they decided to create their own original comic line, "The Unknowns." Quite popular in fact."

"Where did you get these?" Vernon asked, looking at Austen.

"From a comic book store in Tavern City called Rumbanks."

"You went to a comic book store?" Raul asked, so surprised he forgot to be cold and fierce.

"Yes. But not for the comics though." He added quickly, at the shocked looks he was getting. "The owners are relatives. It so happens, that they are the writers."

"You never told us that you had family near here." Malik said curtly.

"Yes. There are indeed a lot of things that we don't tell others, Malik." He gave Malik a significant look; he must have understood what it meant, because he fell silent immediately.

No one said anything, they were all looking at Austen with expressions of confusion and anger.

"Of course, you don't like this idea. I don't either — this type of attention is something that may prove very irksome to us. Unfortunately, I have no current fixes. I cannot go to my cousins in Tavern City and ask them to stop publishing these books, as I'm sure you can understand why. The only solution I can think of right now is simply to try to take off some of the pressure, "lay low" if you will."

"So that means no more going out to save people then?" Malik asked, with a hint of hopefulness.

"No." Austen replied. "It simply means you will be more subtle with your future missions. And look, you can start practicing right now! I have an assignment for you."

"Finally." Claire said, cutting across Malik and Raul's groans of protest. "I've been bored silly sitting here doing nothing. So, where are we going?"

Austen smiled broadly and strode towards the door leading to The Cortex, gesturing to them to follow.

The days of Heroes and Villains are over; Corruption runs where virtue once thrived, and empathy now resides in the minds of the unjust. In a world threatened by otherworldly danger, only 6 unlikely teenagers rise to the occasion. Under the wing of a rogue superhero, they must band together to face an oncoming apocalypse.

With the rising of the morning sun, Trent knew he was screwed. Putting down the game controller, he quickly grabbed his phone to check the time. Thank God, it's only 6:30. He has to be ready in thirty minutes to make for his bus. He's made it to the bus at later times. Just some things need to be sacrificed. Trent rushed to clean up his room. There were chip bags and sodas all over the floor. There was also an unidentified young man lying on the floor.

"Micah! Come on man wake up. We'll be late if we don't get up," Trent said as he kicked his little brother awake. Startled, Micah shot up from his spot on the floor. Looking around, he also realized what time it was as he sped back to his own room.

The Davis family is made up of four members. There is Trent, the oldest son at seventeen, Micah the youngest son at sixteen, Arielle, the only daughter at fourteen, and Debra, their mother at thirty-four. Their father died when Trent was four but their mother raised them well on her own. After his father died, Trent turned to comic books to keep his spirits up. He didn't care about the franchise feud that went on. He just cared about the stories and what the heroes would do with their powers and abilities. Growing up as the oldest, the other siblings began to take on his love for comic books as well, causing the house to be a den of comic books, action figures, and various comic paraphernalia.

Their mother Debra, was out of state on a business trip, so Trent and Micah decided they'd play the new Spiderman game and didn't realize how late it got.

Hurrying to get themselves ready, there was a knock on the door.

"Trent, Micah, I finished making breakfast so hurry up or you'll miss the bus." Their sister Arielle said through the door before leaving. Knowing he didn't want to skip breakfast, Trent kicked himself into overdrive, hopping out of the room with half his clothes on. As he stumbled out of the room, Trent tripped down the steps leading down to the first floor.

"Fuck! Fuck! Shit! Fuck!" Screaming swears on the way down, Trent finally reached the ground.

"Man that hurt a bit." Trent got off the floor and rubbed his sore ankle. On the way down it banged on the steps a couple of times so he would probably have to put more pressure on the other foot. Quickly finishing readjusting his clothes, he limped into the kitchen.

"Are you alright? That sounded painful." Arielle said in a teasing tone, but not completely able to hide the hint of concern in her voice.

"Nah I'm good. I've dealt with a whole lot worse than that." Trent slid onto a chair and began to eat his breakfast. Despite her age, Arielle was the best cook in the house. Trent was well enough to cook for himself, but it wouldn't taste more than average. Not to mention his culinarily inept brother.

As he finished up his breakfast in less than two minutes, not even breaking his record, Micah came down the stairs, ready to leave.

"Bruh you good? Cause it sounded like a cartoon. I thought I was gonna have to call somebody." Micah looked at his brother with a smile on the corner of his lips, barely keeping in his laughter.

"You're just mad cause I only died once on my play-through." Trent retorted back to Micah with a satisfied smile on his face.

"It was all just luck. It'll never happen again in a million years." Micah walked in and sat down to eat his own breakfast.

"Don't need it to Micah, don't need it to."

Finishing up their food, Trent and Micah moved to wash the dishes. They followed a set of unspoken rules. Whoever cooks is exempt from washing the dishes. They looked at the clock. They had two minutes left before their bus got to their street.

"Alright let's head out, I'll lock up behind us." Trent grabbed his bag and the keys from beside the entrance and waited for his siblings. As a high school senior, Trent didn't have much work he had in his bag so he would leave at the door so he wouldn't have to pack it everyday. Thankfully, they made it to their bus. Other than Trent falling, there was no accidents throughout their ride.

As their bus pulled into the high school, Trent made sure to step off first. He had the habit of sitting at the front of every bus he got on so he was always first off. Although he had a license himself, he wasn't allowed to drive his mother's car when she wasn't there. 

Standing a little ways from the bus, Trent waited for his siblings to get off. As they got close to the entrance of the bus, shouting was heard from the side of the school. Suddenly, a car drove on the sidewalk of the school, scattering some students and bulldozing over others.

Realizing that he was in the pathway of the car, Trent tried to run to the safest area near him, his bus. Taking a step, ready to sprint to the bus, a shock ran up his leg and he fell. His ankle was still hurt from the fall! Looking up and seeing the horrified face of his brother and sister, Trent rushed to stand back up but, he was too late. The car's bumper smashed directly into Trent's head and darkness engulfed his surroundings.

[System integration 50%...75%...100%]

[System Integration complete]

Before completely losing consciousness, Trent heard a mechanical voice echoing in his head before he embraced the darkness.

After a freak accident, Trent wakes up in a new world of magic. Along with a system that gives him the powers of heroes and villains from comic books, Trent fights monsters, bandits, and nobles to find a way back home and to prove that powers are better than magic. (Note: Uses strong language throughout the book so if any are offended, just know that this is the way the character's personalities are made.)

Dusty is riding his bike to the Comic Shop with his money clinched in his sweaty palm. He parks his bike in front of the shop and walks in, he is greeted with a smile by the old man. " Why hello Dusty How are you? I just got a new selection of books last night" Said the man, Dusty replied " Hi Mr. Samuel, Sure I'll take a look". Mr. Samuel said " Dusty how many times do I have to tell you to call me Sammy? Any ways follow me I'll show you where the comics are". As Dusty followed Mr. Samuel he wondered what the shop would have looked like back in the day when people had interest in books, they came to a stop and Mr. Samuel showed Dusty the selection . " well there you go, I'll be up front if you need anything". Five minutes went by and Dusty went through almost half of the novels ,skimming the first pages to see if they are interesting. Dusty picked up a book and read the title out loud " Imaginary Demise, hmmmm
 I'll take a look", Dusty began to read the back of the cover to read a summery of the book. It was about a child who had an imaginary friend, all though he says that his friend is imaginary it doesn't look that way. Dusty liked it, took it to the front, payed, got on his bike and went home. When he got home there were two cars in the drive way which means his dad is home from work, Dusty parks his bike in the back yard and goes through the back door. " DUSTY IS THAT YOU?" His mom yells from across the kitchen, "YEA MOM"Dusty replied as he is running up stairs to read the new comic he had just bought. He reads the book until his mom calls him for dinner, than he runs down stairs and sits at the table. His mom hands him his dinner and they all sat down. "so dusty how was school today?" Said his mom "fine" replied dusty. His mom asked" did you learn anything new?" Dusty replied "nope, but guess what? I got a new book from Mr. Samuel! It's called Imaginary Demise" his mom said " cool now finish your dinner ok?". Dusty finished eating his food and went upstairs to finish reading his comic. Right before he reached the end his phone rang, dusty picked it up " hello?" A voice replied" Hey dusty it's Michael" sounding a bit relieved he replied " Hey Michael how are you? So I got this new book from Mr. Samuel, it's good! It's called Imaginary Demise, I'll bring to school tomorrow so you can borrow it" Michael said" wow really? I would love to but my family is going on vacation for a few days and I'm not gonna be able to get it tomorrow, I only live a few houses away so can I come get it real quick?" " sure thing!" Dusty said that they hung up. A few minutes later Michael came to get the book and left. Dusty went to bed unaware about what would happen the next day....

Earth is finally visible from the Twin Dragon's escape pod, looming large in the round window.
<Oh my gods, it's so beautiful> Kari says, almost crying at the view.
<I've seen worse> is all Torn is willing to concede.
<We need to decelerate. Max, can you hear me?> Noriko asks, talking to her N-Phone.
<Loud and clear> is the answer coming from the phone.
<How is he talking in space?> Kari wonders aloud.
<By turning into radio waves. You know, we're going really fast out here. Vesta is doing her best to slow down, but we could really use some direction here.>
<Relax, it's an uncontrolled atmospheric re-entry. Just rocket science> Noriko replies.
<If you're trying to reassure me, maybe you should switch to "piece of cake".>
<Same thing for me, really. Alright, here's what we gonna do.>
There's a bright flash in Noriko's silver eyes, the same kind that always accompany the use of her superhuman mind. Only this time it's so bright it makes her eyes disappear in a pool of white fire, and she falls to her knees.
<Not now…need to…hold back…>
Kari doesn't waste any time to help her, even though it hurts her mind to look at her eyes.
<What's wrong, Nori? Hold back what?>
<Humanity> Noriko says with a thousand voices.
<Guys? We have a situation here!> the N-Phone shouts.
Outside, Vesta is plunging into the atmosphere feet first, carrying the escape pod on her back; the friction is already surrounding it with flames. But it's not what worries her: she's the goddess of the hearth, and no flame will touch her friends if she doesn't want to.
But there's a storm brewing over the skies. A lightning storm that spans the entire planet…until all the electricity starts to rise and shoot a single, colossal bolt towards the prodigal sons of Earth.
<No. Freakin'. Way> are the words on Vesta's mouth.
Max turns his body into a pure electron flow, trying to somehow lead the lighting somewhere else. It's useless: the bolt carefully avoids both him and Vesta, moving as if it has a mind of its own, and hits the escape pod.
Inside it, the sparkles creep over the walls and leap straight towards Noriko. Torn quickly pushes Kari aside, but it's not necessary: the lightning strike isn't intended for her, and it's no lightning strike at all.
It's an update.
Noriko screams in pain as six weeks of information are fed directly into her brain; her body shakes uncontrollably, making the whole process similar to an epileptic seizure.
<What's going on!?> Kari screams.
<Looks like the same thing that killed Demeter> Torn answers, materializing a red energy sword in his hand and using it to cut the lightning.
Noriko's body goes limp.

Route 283
Ness County, Kansas
The escape pod is a bus-sized cylinder made mostly of titanium and aluminum; it should've disintegrated long before touching the ground. Instead, the drivers can see a red-haired goddess gently lay it down in the middle of a field.
<What the f##k happened!?> Max asks, materializing in front of the pod; he's so upset that he forgets to put on his Quantum mask. Torn cuts a hole in the pod's walls, and two Kari carry Noriko outside.
<The lightning attacked her. So I cut it> Torn answers.
<She's breathing, but something's not right> Kari says taking her pulse. A duplicate checks her eyes: the pupils are fully dilated. The eyes are more unpolished grey metal than silver.
<We need to take her back home> Max decides.
<A 1400 miles flight? In her conditions?> Vesta asks.
 Kari says happily. Noriko finally opens her eyes; their silver light is dim and intermittent, but it's back.
She gets back on her feet, leaning on Kari to avoid falling down, and she points her finger at Torn.
<Never…cut the signal…again.>
<If you say so> Torn answers bluntly.
<You almost killed her, you idiot> Max says, giving him a soft punch to the shoulder. Torn doesn't flinch, which might explain why it's like punching a wall.
<Hardly. He simply disconnected me from the worldmind during my monthly update; I had to reboot my brain to fix the damage.>
<Wait, you can reboot your brain!?> Max repeats, impressed.
<"Monthly"? You mean you have to be struck by lightning like that every month!?> Vesta asks; Noriko was in a lot of pain during the whole process. She can't imagine having to do it regularly.
<Why do you think I live on the top floor? Unfortunately, this means I have no knowledge on anything that happened on Earth during the last six weeks.>
<Just great. So…now what?> Max asks.
<We head back to Null Tower. Normally I'd ask Vesta to fly me there, but with Torn and Kari…>
<We need a vehicle. Gotcha> the Myridian girl nods, walking towards the road.
At every step, two duplicates appear by her side. When the first car approaches a few seconds later, twelve Kari have formed a human chain that prevent it from going any further.
The car comes to a screeching halt to avoid hitting any of them, and the driver starts to sound the horn and to shout:
<Hey, what's the holdup!? Stupid kids…>
The driver walks out of the car, ready to deliver an ear-splitting rant to the purple-haired twins that are blocking the street. Instead he comes face to face with the most beautiful woman he's ever met.
<Excuse me, sir, but we need a ride to New York City. Would you mind taking us there?> Vesta asks with the most warm and kind voice the man has ever heard.
<No, I…I wouldn't mind at all, I guess> the man stutters.
Then something punches a fist-sized hole through the car's hood. The Genius Gun is still hot from the shot when Noriko aims it at the driver.
<Scram.>
The driver doesn't need to hear the order twice, and starts running for his life. Vesta grabs the gun from Noriko's hand, like a mother scolding her child.
<What are you doing!?>
<We just need the car. What if I told you he's a registered sex offender?>
<How would you know?> Vesta asks, shocked.
 Noriko answers, sitting in the car. Torn follows riding shotgun; Kari makes her duplicates disappear and takes the back seat.
While Max turns into energy disappearing at the speed of light and Vesta lifts the car over her head, Torn asks softly:
<Was he really a criminal, or did you just need some space?>
 is Noriko's only comment on the matter.
She then just looks at the ground moving farther and farther away when Vesta starts flying, carrying the car on her shoulders in a 1400 miles trip back home.

New York City
It takes Max much, much less than the blink of an eye to be back: as usual, changing from flesh to energy and vice-versa takes most of the time. He flips the switch, but he can't turn on the lights: the apartment is still in the dark.
<Of course, it's been six weeks. Fighting space gods doesn't pay the bills.>
It's easy to fix when Max's entire body changes into pure light. Now he can see that the room has been stripped down to little more than walls and floor.
There's no more shelves of comic books, no boxes of DVDs and comic books, no furniture with action figures sitting on top, and the comic books are also gone.
Not since fighting a killer goddess on an alien planet has Quantum been so mad.
Just outside the building, a man is holding a black plastic bag, mumbling to himself.
<What's the point of owning a building if you gotta take out the thrash?>
A laser beam disintegrates his garbage. Terrified, the man's gaze follows the beam's trajectory…where a masked man is scowling at him.
<31B. What happened?>

The man shields his eyes from the massive release of light, and finds himself with Quantum's hands holding his jacket.
<Apartment 31B. It's empty. Why?>
<The black kid's room? He disappeared weeks ago. Dunno where he went.>
<What about his stuff?>
<Why do you care? Bunch of crap. Dunno why the suckers paid so much for it.>
<"Suckers"?>
<Chinese guys. Paid a couple grand to buy everything an' keep my mouth shut.>
<Chinese. Why would the Chinese pay to get my…wait. You sure they weren't Japanese?>
<Maybe. What am I, immigration? Look, I don't want any trouble, okay?>
<You're not the one who needs to worry.>
Quantum disappears in yet another flash of light, leaving his former landlord to wonder what in the world just happened, standing in front of the ashes of disintegrated garbage.


Null Tower, Upper East Side
The sun is setting, and the giant Ø symbol on the top of the latest addition of the Big Apple's skyline is casting its shadow over the city.
Vesta carefully puts down the car right in front of the building; after sustained flight over half the country, the vehicle's definitely seen better days.
A duplicate of Kari appears in front of the car, opening the door.
<Nice ride> Noriko says, looking like she's seconds from throwing up.
<Sorry it took so long. I couldn't go supersonic without killing you> Vesta apologizes.
<We should do it again!!!> the original Kari says, jumping out of the car with the joy of an eight year old that's just been on her first roller coaster.
<Indeed> says Torn, with the enthusiasm of an eighty year old queued at the post office.
Suddenly Quantum appears in front of them, practically shouting at Noriko's face:
<You mother stole my comic books!!!>
Noriko sights, rubbing her eyes. On top of her migraine, now this.
<Ma…Quantum. I'm gonna check whether the most powerful weapon in the galaxy is still where I left it. If everything's alright, then I'll worry about more trivial things. And after that I'll worry about your stuff.>
Without saying another word, she reaches the front door…where two armed guards are waiting.
<I'm sorry, miss, but the Tower is in lockdown. No unauthorized guests.>

Suddenly, a hologram appears in front of the guards. It's another Noriko Null.
<Unless you want things to go ugly, impostor, you will leave this place at once.>
<How dare you impersonate me!? I am Null!!!>
<Not anymore> the hologram says with an evil smile.
<I'm never getting my comic books back> Quantum whines.

Noriko Null was a seemingly ordinary Asian-American teen, until the goddess Athena decided to make her Earth's first line of defense against the impossible.
Now armed only with superhuman intelligence and instant access to all of humanity's knowledge, Noriko will have to solve the world's problems, face the secrets behind her transformation, and fight Greek gods in space in her spare time.
Will the world's smartest girl be able to defeat the all-powerful gods?



Another morning.

Other elves, including Richard who rarely got up early in the morning, had gone downstairs. Zhang Zian was cleaning the shop downstairs with Wang Qian and Li Kun. Everything was moving along and orderly as usual. 

Pi briefly took off the pince-nez glasses on its nose, rubbed its eyes, and put the glasses back on its nose. It jumped from the swivel chair to the table and then jumped onto the windowsill. Next to the laptop, there was a crumpled old newspaper. A Microsoft Word document was displayed on the laptop's screen, and the cursor was flashing at the end of the content. Except for occasional typos and inexplicable numbers, the content of the document was almost identical to the front-page headline of the old newspaper.

Pi placed its forehead against the window glass and stared blankly at the pedestrians that were passing by the pet shop. Most of the pedestrians were in a hurry, walking in silence. Some people were walking together and talking with each other, while some passers-by were talking on their phones. Without exception, they were speaking Chinese.

When it looked farther away, Pi could see an old neighborhood across the street.

Lu Yiyun lived in that neighborhood. Pi had checked before. It even knew Lu Yiyun's apartment number. It also knew that her cat was called Jasmine, who was abandoned by its previous owner. 

Yes, Pi knew about the life of Lu Yiyun.

Pi's untitled book contained everything. The book had recorded every detail, whether it was known or unknown to other people, about Lu Yiyun's life. She was a good girl before, and then in the eyes of her parents, she transformed into a rebellious girl who didn't like studying but cared about painting. She had drawn several illustrations, and currently, she was trying to publish a comic strip on social media. Yes, every detail of her life had been written in the book.

There was nothing special about Lu Yiyun, and Zhang Zian was just an ordinary person. However, Zhang Zian's life had also been recorded in detail in this book. Zhang Zian successfully downloaded the Pet Hunter game before the "limited download time" expired. Later, he luckily encountered Galaxy and won the trust of Galaxy. Afterward, he captured Fina, Old Time Tea, Richard, Snowy Lionet, and Famous one by one. Not a single aspect of Zhang Zian's life was omitted, even all his thoughts had been recorded in the book. 

Not only the life of Lu Yiyun and Zhang Zian could be found in the book, in fact, the life of every pedestrian that was walking in front of the pet shop had been written in the untitled book. As long as Pi took some time to read the book, it would find out about the lives of these people. 

Not only the deeds of these living people had been recorded in the book, theoretically, the deeds of their parents, grandparents, and ancestors could be found in the book. 

Not only the evolution of human beings, but the evolution of all the creatures on earth had been written in this book.

In fact, everything in the entire universe, including things of the past, present, and future, had been faithfully recorded in this book.

While knowledge is infinite, life is finite. No one, not even Pi, could grasp all the knowledge in the universe. Although, Pi could find out about the life of the people passing in front of the pet shop from the book, it had no intention of wasting its own time to learn about the life of these strangers. 

Though no one had told it before, from the book, Pi knew that Galaxy had experienced endless reincarnations in the black box; Pi knew about Fina's heart-wrenching departure from Cleopatra VII; Pi knew that the righteous Old Time Tea had helped preserve justice in the jungles and mountains; Pi knew about Richard's melancholy because Richard couldn't meet its previous owner Dr. Irene Maxine Pepperberg; Pi knew that Famous was creating the new history in its world of the imagined landscape…

Because Pi was interested in them and wanted to know about them, it went to look up their lives in the book. 

Even for Pi, looking up the untitled book was an extremely difficult task, so it only opened the book when necessary or when it was interested in something or someone. 

The untitled book was not omnipotent. The book only recorded everything in English. For example, Zhang Zian had written a composition about his mother in primary school. Pi could find the English translation of each sentence of this composition, but it could never know what Chinese characters had been used in this composition.

Theoretically, the untitled book also recorded the things of the present and the future. But the texts responsible for recording the things of the present and the future were changing constantly and were difficult to interpret due to their uncertainty. Only the texts that recorded history were fixated because history is a foregone conclusion.  

"Pi, what are you doing?"



Zhang Zian appeared at the door to the living room. He knocked on the door before coming in, so that he won't startle Pi. 

"Eeek!"

Pi grinned at him, pointing out the window.

"Looking at the scenery?"

Zhang Zian also went to the window and looked outside with it.

"Looking outside is good for your eyes, especially when you have spent some time in front of the computer." He pointed to his own eyes and said, "Too bad it is winter now and most of the leaves are gone. A little greenery would be even better for your eyes."

"Eeek!"

Pi happily waved its hand. It jumped from the windowsill to the table, and then to the swivel chair. Pi typed something in the Word document: It's okay. If winter comes, can spring be far behind? 

Zhang Zian frowned and thought, "This sentence is said by whom?"

Pi typed: Shelley.

Zhang Zian suddenly realized, "Yes, he is a British poet, right? Pi, you are so resourceful! Although Richard can also quote from the classics, it always changes some words to create dirty jokes."

"Eeek!"

Pi typed: Richard is very funny.

"It is, I guess…by the way, Pi, you are a skilled typist now!" Zhang Zian noticed that Pi could almost type smoothly without looking at the keyboard. 

"Eeek!"

Pi, embarrassed, scratched its head.

Just when Zhang Zian was about to continue complimenting Pi, his phone suddenly rang. He didn't recognize the caller's number. 


Zhang Zian answered the phone. The caller was a courier who asked if Zhang Zian was at home. 

Zhang Zian said he was at home, and then hung up the phone.

"Pi, I bought you an interesting gift, and you don't have to sleep on this chair anymore." He smiled, "It will be delivered later."

"Eeek?"

Pi looked at Zhang Zian's single bed and looked at Fina's princess bed and Galaxy's crib.

"No, it's not a bed. These beds are probably not suitable for you. What I bought for you is a basket hammock chair. Do you know what a basket hammock chair is?" Zhang Zian asked.

"Eeek."

Pi shook its head. The information about basket hammock chairs was available in the untitled book. But for some reason, Pi didn't want to look up the untitled book. It would rather be pleasantly surprised later.

Just then, a delivery tricycle parked in front of the store. Zhang Zian asked Wang Qian and Li Kun to help move the huge box upstairs, and then they were sent downstairs to do something else.

Zhang Zian opened the box and took out all the stuff inside. 

Pi gazed at him curiously.

It was very easy for a strong person to assemble the basket hammock chair by fixating the base and then by hanging the basket upon the base. Zhang Zian quickly completed the installation process, and then placed the complimentary cushion from the online shop onto the chair. 

"Look! What do you think? You can try sitting on it," he said.

"Eeek?"

Pi had never seen this thing before. It looked at Zhang Zian nervously.

"Go on. It's just like sitting on a swing," said Zhang Zian.



Pi carefully walked to the basket hammock chair and touched the chair with its hand. The chair was made of real wood and vines. The cushion was thick and soft. It's obvious that this basket hammock chair was of upscale quality. 

Pi put the untitled book on the cushion, and then it jumped into the chair itself. The basket hammock chair began to swing gently back and forth. Pi felt that it was lying in clouds. 

"Eeek!" "Eeek!"

Pi was so excited that it rolled several times in the chair just like an innocent child. Apparently, Pi liked this gift very much. 

"Pi, where do you want to put it?" Zhang Zian asked, "Either the bedroom or the living room is fine."

Without hesitation, Pi pointed to the area next to the desk. It was close to the window and had better day lighting.

"Well, can you come down from the chair? I'll move it over for you."

Zhang Zian exerted his full strength to push the basket hammock chair next to the window. 

"Eeek!"

Pi was so delighted. It jumped into the basket hammock chair and then jumped onto the table, to the swivel chair, and back to the basket hammock chair again. 

"Pi, there is another gift for you." Zhang Zian laughed.

"Eeek!"

Pi stopped playing. It looked at him with anticipation.

Zhang Zian took out a tablet PC and opened a reading App, where he had downloaded some e-books.

"Pi, you are learning Chinese, aren't you? These are the Four Great Classical Novels of Chinese Literature, I hope you will like them. It must be very cozy to read books sitting in this basket hammock chair!"

He handed the tablet PC to Pi. Pi curiously held the tablet PC in its hand.

Zhang Zian knew that there was no Chinese in the untitled book, so Pi certainly had never read the Four Great Classical Novels in Chinese. If he had no time to accompany Pi, these novels could help drive the loneliness away from it.

"Eeek!"

Pi gazed attentively at the words on the screen with astonishment. It was immediately attracted to the magical story.


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

Announcement!!!
...
This is not a new chapter but its important you read...
...
Guys, remember one time, i said i had a scifi themed novel in mind?
And that i just needed some advice whether or not to write it alongside with Trailing Shadows?
Remember?


Well, i have started it already. Although its something quite different from sci-fi.
Its still Fantasy.
Although, i published it for the filipino writing contest(which i have no hopes on winning. Just participated to push myself to the limits. )
But it really is important for you to read.
.
Published with permission from The Comican Arts, 'The Curse Of The First Sword Bearer' is a series of a one year event under ONA ORISHA, centralising on a young man called Abiodun.
Abbey for short.

It is the involvement of the awakened orisha in the life of men, while darkness begins to cloud Orun Rere in 'Trailing Shadows'
(Yes, Trailing Shadows, read it too. Both titles are linked into one almighty  event)

While Trailing Shadows focuses on what happens in the spirit realms, The Curse Of The First Sword Bearer(Ona Orisha) focuses on what happens in the physical due to the activities in Trailing Shadows.
So you see, they really are linked together.

However,TCOFSB is merely a one year event in the 7 year series that Ona Orisha is centered on.
The other series, despite the fact that i created them, i do not have permission to publish them on any platforms until the Comic Books are out.
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Yes, Comics!
These chapters you read are undergoing 'comic scripting'.
Which means soon enough, you may be reading TS and TCOFSB in comic book format.
To stay abreast of all the developments, follow On IG
@comicanarts.
Theres even a new comic coming out this month already. '30 days Vigilante'
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Anyways, i apologise to everyone following TS. 
School has resumed,trying to settle down amongst the hustle and bustle.
I know i said, if the worst comes to the worst, topublish new chapters weekly.

Its one week gone and few days,i think and i have not published a.new chapter yet.
Well aside from writing novels,i do lot of other things.
programming, illustration ecetera. 
And so far, its been really tough on me, considering that school has resumed and that 30 days Vigilante is coming soon.
Please , bear with me.
And thanks for reading.
Arigato 😌😌😌

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