this book include all the heroes and villlians which are losts a while ago and  we try to bring them back for you 
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Chen Ge was playing hide and seek with the ghost fetus with the whole city as the playground. The ghost fetus was hiding, and he was seeking; this annoyed him slightly. But Zhen Zhen's appearance gave Chen Ge hope. However, the premise was that Jiang Long was not lying to him.
"Where is the boy now?'
"I've hidden him away. The police and another group of people from Jiujiang are looking for him." The blood vessels pulsed on Jiang Long's body. It looked disgusting.
"Another group of people?" Chen Ge's interest was piqued. He had no idea that other people, other than himself, were interested in the ghost fetus.
"We met their people in Li Wan City. The man's lips were frozen in a smile, and he wore a patient's outfit under his jacket."
"The non-smiler!"
"Yes, but I have no idea whether he is doing this independently or the cursed hospital at Xin Hai is behind it." Jiang Long's voice slowly became calm. He seemed to have accepted that he had fallen into Chen Ge's hands and had given up struggling.
"You also know about the cursed hospital?" Chen Ge narrowed his eyes. "You're not lying to me, are you? Purposely trying to distract my attention with that hospital?"
"Why would I lie to you? Today, I came here because I am already cornered. Otherwise, I wouldn't take such a risk." Jiang Long smiled bitterly. "The police won't stop chasing me, but the real despair came from the sighting of that non-smiler at my house last night. The madman was just standing there. We both saw each other."
"But what does that have to do with you entering my haunted house?" Chen Ge was a constant visitor at the police station and had been in the interrogation room many times. He could not help but pick up some useful skills over time, so now he was quite familiar with interrogating others.
"The shadow said that you have a door hidden in your haunted house. He became what he was after he entered that door." The shadow had possessed Jiang Long's body for a long time, so the latter knew a lot of the former's secret.
"Did he tell you what is behind the door?"
"You don't know that yourself?" After hearing Chen Ge's question, Jiang Long was startled, but he soon returned to normal. "The shadow never mentioned that. I wanted to enter that door myself because I wanted to become as strong as the shadow. The police are drawing closer, and now the non-smiler is after me as well. I need to find a way out for myself."
Jiang Long's reasoning was sound. After giving it some thought, Chen Ge stopped the interrogation. "It's too dangerous to leave the child alone. Tell me where he is. I'll bring him here."
The classroom turned quiet, and Jiang Long said after a long time, "He is in a basement in Western Jiujiang. It's quite isolated. I'll take you there."
Flipping the comic, Chen Ge placed Jiang Long in with the stench.
"Well, everyone, it's time to go back to work. The man has been caught." Chen Ge had the employees return to their post as he dragged the backpack and headed outside. To prevent Jiang Long from doing some funny business, Chen Ge had Men Nan and the red high heels guard the 'door' at the toilet and had Ol' Zhou and Ol' Bai patrol the underground scenarios. After ensuring that there would be no more problems, Chen Ge left the theme park and headed toward Jiang Long's lair.
The place was very far from the theme park and would rarely be visited by others. When Chen Ge left the theme park, a few plainclothes followed him. Chen Ge noticed them, but he did not stop them. After taking a long detour, Chen Ge found Zhen Zhen's hiding spot in the back alley of a building that was about to be taken down in the old city.
"It wouldn't be easy to find this place alone." Jiang Long had probably had his eyes on Chen Ge's haunted house for a long time, but the level of information was not equal. His plan was nipped in the bud before he had a chance to put it into action. The owner was long gone. With Jiang Long's direction, Chen Ge entered the backyard and peeled back the wooden boards that led to the cellar. He looked down the cellar and saw a boy tied to a wooden pole. Next to him was a fainted adult man.
"Zhen Zhen?"
Hearing the voice, the boy slowly opened his eyes and then started to mumble help at Chen Ge.
"It's alright now. Don't be afraid." Chen Ge entered the cellar and undid the ropes around the boy. The boy had been tied up for a long time. His limbs were purple with bruises from the ropes. He carried the boy out from the cellar before turning to the fainted man. The man was Jia Ming. The real culprit was Jiang Long, but it would be Jia Ming who took the fall. He had already lost his self. His soul and spirit had been consumed by Jiang Long, and only an empty shell was left. In essence, Jiang Long had ruined Jia Ming's life.
"You sure have done quite a lot of sins." Chen Ge was about to ask Jiang Long some questions when the backyard door was pushed open.
"Don't move! Get on the ground!"
"Get on the ground now!"
Two plainclothes rushed in, and police sirens followed. Soon, two officers in uniform joined them.
"We're allies! My name is Chen Ge. This suspect came here because he wanted to kill me!" Chen Ge gave out the key information in the shortest time possible. "If you do not believe me, you can call Lee Zheng from the crime investigation unit!"
"He wanted to kill you?" The two plainclothes looked at the unconscious Jia Ming and then at the lively Chen Ge. Something was not right with his statement.
"Put your guns down. He's one of us!" The two officers that came later were from the crime investigation unit. Even though Chen Ge could not recognize them, they recognized him. With the misunderstanding out of the way, Chen Ge sighed in relief. He had only just realized how terrifying being targeted by two real guns was.
"It has been confirmed. The unconscious man is a grade A fugitive, Jia Ming." The police held Chen Ge by both hands. "Brother, you have done another great job!"
"It's what I should do. Helping the law enforcement to ensure societal safety is the responsibility of every citizen. Of course, if there's a reward, it'll only make it better."
Chen Ge stood next to Zhen Zhen while the police carried Jia Ming into the police car. The arrest went smoothly, but as the two officers were dragging Jia Ming out the backyard, the comic that Chen Ge was holding suddenly started to turn on its own. The blood vessels and curses entangled to form a fast moving shadow, and it moved into Jia Ming's body. The unconscious Jia Ming opened his eyes. His eyes bloodshot, he screamed, "He wants to kill me! Help me! Help me!"
Then, he crawled into the police car like a madman. This was the first time that the officers had encountered a fugitive that wanted to be captured so badly. Honestly, Chen Ge himself was given quite a shock. He really did not expect a baleful Specter to turn to the police for help. However, Chen Ge quickly snapped out of it. Just as Jiang Long slipped back into Jia Ming's body, he launched himself at the man, brandishing the comic. "Everyone, be careful!"
"Save me! Arrest me and take me to jail! Lock me up, please! Save me from him!"
Chen Ge raised his fist and aimed it right at Jia Ming's face. He had to shut the man up. Chen Ge knocked Jia Ming into the corner of the alley. In that brief moment, Chen Ge summoned all the Red Specters that he could from the comic and stuffed them into Jia Ming's body.
"Officers! Save me! Arrest me…" Jia Ming's eyes rolled upward, and he fainted again.
"Chen Ge, are you alright‽" The few officers immediately came to help Chen Ge.
"Just a small bruise, it's fine." Chen Ge picked up the comic that had turned red and slowly got up. "The man faked being unconscious. So cunning."


The hearse with the weird odor slowed to a stop before the entrance. The sound of pebbles could be heard bouncing on the ceiling. There were footsteps coming from the corridor, and there seemed to be someone sawing next door. The door knob to the room rattled slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom kept dripping even though it had been screwed shut. There was a rubber ball that rolled on its own underneath the bed. Wet footsteps started to surface one after another on the floor. 
At 3 am, Chen Ge held a cleaver in his hand as he hid beside the room heater. The call he was trying to make was finally answered. "Landlord, is this what you meant by 'the house can be a little crowded at night'‽"

After the fight between shadows, Theodore went on to tell a few chapters of Sole Piece.

It was already ten in the evening and Theodore had finally decided to stop streaming.

Theodore was just saying goodbye when he remembered that he still had a task to do.

He quickly said "Ah before we finish how about an original song sung and produced by me. Just give a theme and I will quickly create a hit" 

—_—_—_—_—_—_—_—_—_—_—_
\\CHAT\\
[Big-package]: Fuck off there's no way you can sing. 
[Coffee_N_D!K]: Hows about a love song to Rebecca 
[Sausage_lover_230]: DICK, DICK, DICK, DICK, DICK, DICK, DICK, DICK!!!
[Love2Hate]: Break a leg you handsome chad fuck 🖕
[WeebMaster696]: Nami song
[LordZzzz]: A song for our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ 
[CommonMan]: This is gonna be good, I get to watch a train wreck in action😈
[KickAbout]: I'm with sausage on this one, Let's go DICKS
[TightZippy]: A SONG ABOUT UR PHAT COCK
[BangMan]: DICK'S FOR THE WIN
[ThiCCC-Rear]: DICK
[LadyLuck]: DICK
[TheGoodCrunch]: Crunchy Peanut Butter 
—_—_—_—_—_—_—_—_—_—_—_

*Cough* "Well it looks like we have a clear winner. I'll try and make it good even though the theme is Cock" Said Theodore as he began to go through his memory while humming a tune. 

He had all three of his clone stand behind him as he and the clones do some vocal exercise while also trying to find the right key for themselves.

"~La, la, la, la, ratatat la, la, ~" 

"Cough, Ahem" ×4

Taking one deep breath they straightened their backs and raised their chins to show a playful smile.

With no backing track or instruments, Theodore sang at a high yet soft tone. Two of his clones sang at a much higher tone with the last one singing in a deep bass voice.

(Song: Enormous Penis: By Da Vinci's Notebook: Songwriter: Paul Sabourin)


"~Whenever life gets you down
Keeps you wearing a frown
And the gravy train has left you behind
And when you're all out of hope
Down at the end of your rope
And nobody's there to throw you a line
If you ever get so low that you don't know which way to go~"

—_—_—_—_—_—_—_—_—_—_—_
\\CHAT\\
[NoSocial]: Argh fuck school flashbacks
[TouchTips?]: Where's the dick!?
[SugerBaby??]: I'm falling in love all over again 💞💞
[Umm Yeah, NO!]: Where'd be the penis?
[SmoothButter]: What can he not do? 😩
[XxLost_ScopexX]: I defiantly saw that dick was the winner
[SmallMuffin]: Daddy is the best 😤
—_—_—_—_—_—_—_—_—_—_—_


"~Come on and take a walk in my shoes
Never worry 'bout a thing, got the world on a string
Cause I've got the cure for all of my blues (All of his blues)
I take a look at my enormous penis, and my troubles start-a meltin' away
Ba-um-ba
I take a look at my enormous penis, and my happy times are comin' to stay
I got a sing and-a dance when I glance in my pants
I am-a feelin' like a sun-shiney day
I take a look at me enormous pe-he-he-nis
And-a everything is goin' my way
Ba-um-ba~"

—_—_—_—_—_—_—_—_—_—_—_
\\CHAT\\
[Coffee_N_D!K]: 💞💞💞
[AntiMagic]: And now I feel like shit 😓
[420Cali]: Yeah life is pretty good 😎
[DryBread]: Okay that caught me off guard 🤣🤣
[WonkyTable]: LOL 🤣🤣
[EatPuss]: I'm making this my go-to good vibes song
—_—_—_—_—_—_—_—_—_—_—_

Theodore and the clones continue to sing and swing their bodies side to side while clicking their fingers.

Without even noticing it came to the last few seconds of the song with some funny comments shouted out by the clones.

"~And-a everything is goin' my way(My trouser monster)
Everything is goin' my way(My meat is murder)
Everything is goin' my way(Size doesn't matter)
Ev-ree-thing is goin' my waaa-aaa-away
Yum~"

They end with the over-exaggerated jazz hands with the brightest of smiles on show.

—_—_—_—_—_—_—_—_—_—_—_
\\CHAT\\
[ThiCCC-Rear]:💞💞
CreamySurprise]: I have never been more attracted to a man singing about his big penis 🥰😘
[Space nuts]: Yeah size doesn't matter!!
[Infront_Of_My Salad]: Never have I seen acapella be this cool
[Coffee_N_D!K]: I would like a visual on the Enormous Penis 💞💞💞
[Master baiter_45]: I'm erect and proud 😤
[SadAssMan]: #SizeDoesn'tMasstter
[LadyLuck]: I await confirmation on the size
—_—_—_—_—_—_—_—_—_—_—_

Theodore looked quickly checked his status to see if the task was done. Thankfully it was so it meant he can finally say goodbye again.

"A special thanks to all my donators and thank you to everyone else who managed to catch the stream. I'll see you tomorrow morning at the same time as always. Bye" Said Theodore before cutting the stream.

Theodore then looked at the very basic information that the system provided on who had attempted to ruin his streams.

All he got as the reward had stated was his name and occupation.

Theodore did a quick search on the internet and found some more details "Sam Laneston he also streams on WideView. His content is mostly relying on his handsome face to react to Wetube videos or memes. Let's take a look at the Analytics. . . . hmm, The analytics do show that whenever I stream his viewership drops by 70% but other streamers could be the reason as well. It's cause I'm new and thinks I'm an easy target. Man I hate bullies well If I've already taken 70%, let's see if I can take more" 

Theodore sat down and began drawing in a new sketchbook. So far Theodore has three thick sketchbooks, these being "Sole Piece", "Rose's Fairy Tales" and one for doodling.

This new sketchbook was for a superhero comic. Currently, the comics of this world lost its supposed popularity with it already having superpowers. So what type of superhero comic do you make when the world sees it as the norm?

The answer is you make a dark gritty comic where the hero has no superpowers and relies solely on his ability to prepare and adapt.

"Batman, adapt it to the worlds modern technology setting. Tech is gonna have to be more outrageous than what this world already possess. Dark navy blue bat or black?" Said Theodore while drawing out an outline on of Batman on the front.


Just as he felt like he was having a eureka moment his phone rang.

*RING, RING, RING*

Pulling out his phone he looked at the caller ID and answers "Hi Mary it's a bit late so keep it short"

"Sorry Mr Hunt, I just need to know you have any plans on becoming a Music Artist," Said Mary excitedly

Theodore took a few seconds to think about before replying confidently "Becoming? I'm already an Artist"

Mary thought he was referring to being a drawing artist and that he had no such plans but little did she know that Theodore's music alias is slowly gaining some popularity.

He still has two songs left to choose and produce then he has to just get 500,000 downloads before being rewarded with his game memories.

"Sigh, that's too bad Mr Hunt. Is there anything I can do to persuade you into doing music" Said Mary in a suggestive tone

"Let's not go down this road again Mary you won't like how R-ough and Br-utal it can get" Said Theodore while slowly emphasising rough and brutal with a dominant and husky voice.

Theodore waited for her replying before hearing a loud *Gulp* 

Mary finally replied with the same seductive voice "You'd be surprised by how durable and flexible I am" 

"You may be a little older than me but if you keep pushing my buttons I will have to test this durability of yours over and over and over again," Said Theodore with a tad bit more power behind his already dominating voice.

A small shriek escaped from Mary side "Eek"

"Um Mas*Cough* Mr Hunt thank you for your time. Have a good night bye" Said Mary in flustered voice before suddenly hanging up.

Theodore shook his head before commenting "She more of a schoolgirl than a 30-year-old woman and was she about to say, nah I must have heard it wrong"

Theodore put his stuff away and checked on Rose again before heading to bed and getting some much-needed rest.

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A reincarnated man becomes Father after waking from his supposed death.

After a year of being the rare stay at home dad, his wife leaves him and their daughter for her material goal of fame.

With no money, he desperately needs away to make money to feed and clothe his daughter.

"I'll just be a streamer"

*Ding*

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Hello, this is my second original novel. I have written up to 5 novels three of which were dropped

The girl on the cover was not done by me nor do I own it either. I found it through google images and edited. If you are the owner please tell me if you'd like it taken down or be credited.

"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.

Feng opened his laptop . He opened his drawing application that was already installed on the laptop .


He was satisfied with the laptop condition . He then asked for forgiveness from 'Hiroshi Fujimoto and Motoo Abiko' . 



He then started drawing outline for the characters . They were easy and simple to draw . He was satisfied with the drawing level .


He drew every moments clearly where Doraemon came from the future , various scenes where he helped Nobita at the time of need as well Nobita , Doraemon and his friends enjoying adventures .


He finished about 10 Chapters by 3 PM . Color was well used as he remembered . He looked at the blank space for words and wondered which language to use . 


Finally he decided to launch in English language at first . He wondered where to publish it and decided to use 'HR Comics' which was famous globally after shut down of 'Manga Rock' . He created a account named 'Zero' which he thought of using as pen name for comic . 


He shared the internet from his mobile . He then uploaded the files in High Definition . He saw that there was a option to add music in the background while reading . 


He thought about it for a while and decided to use 'Doraemon' theme music here . He knew that , this theme song was also responsible for making anime popular . 

Ye Feng voice was not good so he only recorded whistle sound of the music .

 He then  decided to use System to improve his voice in the future . For an assassin , voice was necessary . Disguise would be imperfect if voice was inflexible .


He was helpless to use System for this matter as practice doesn't change voice quality by much . He wasn't conceited person to think that he could do everything by himself .

This System was quite helpful for something he couldn't do by himself . It was the reason he found System to be Interesting.


He recorded the whistle music and was satisfied to listen to it . He posted the 10 Chapters and the music was set on loop .


He didn't locked the 10 chapters to earn high money from unlocking . 


He also left a notice that Mass Release will take place in a week . This was necessary and most effective way of advertising.

(A/N: Same Here Mass Release If Collection Increase 😊❣️❣️)


He then took a final look at his work . He was satisfied . The Colored Manga had every characters flying using a gadget as the Cover Picture . Chibi/Mini Doraemon was taking out something from his pocket , it looked cute .


There was short description about the general  information of the story . 

There was 'By Zero' written on both Cover Picture and  description using Stylish font .

The File was posted . Feng exited the site as he knew , gathering audience was long process . He closed his laptop .

At this day , 'Doraemon' entered this world .



It was already 3:40 in the morning . He wasn't feeling much sleepy . Ye Feng was used to sleeping less in his mission . 


He walked out of the house for his daily exercise . Like yesterday , there were not much people at such early in the morning . 


Today but he saw someone familiar . It was his partner from Sword Class, Wang Jia . He didn't bothered with her and continued his training as he was not close toward her .



To Be Continued
Next Chapter Soon
❤️❤️❤️😊❤️❤️❤️

Assassin Born In Another World?
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Doctor Born In Another World ?
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Pro Player Born In Another World?
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Writer Born In Another World ?
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Singer Born In Another World ?
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Master Of All Trades Born In Another World ?
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Nope . Its All Me . Its All I.
And I " I AM A LEGEND "






Cover Photo Found on Google and Edited .
Credit to the owner .

Monday. 
Li Lanni's class had successfully completed the first volume of the comic they were drawing.
Today, they started the second volume. 
As usual, after the lecture was done, the professor asked them to draw the comics for the second volume based on the story they were asked to read. While they were doing so, the professor walked around the classroom, silently assessing the comics made by the students. 
'This batch of students have improved a lot' the professor was delighted when he saw the paintings. Each one of them was unique and creative.
But then he stopped next to Li Lanni with a frown when he saw her painting. This girl… 
To avoid making her feel humiliated, he waited until the class ended, then called her to his office and questioned her. "Have you really read the novel and understood it?" 
Li Lanni nodded, wondering why he would ask such a question. They were in the second volume already. Wasn't that a given? 
"Really? I don't think you have really understood it enough. Because if you had, you would know that the novel is quite a happy one. Your comic wouldn't hold such darkness." 
Darkness? Li Lanni thought back to her comic. 
"It is easier for people who have read the original novel to overlook such a plot error. However, new readers will misunderstand it. As I said before, you should put yourself into character every time you make a sketch. Also, this is not the only problem I have noticed in your drafts. I am disappointed to say this, but your performance has significantly deteriorated since you first joined the class. While the others are improving, you are seriously lagging behind. Are you experiencing some problems? If you have some problems, you can share it with me." Though his words were condemning, his voice was gentle.
"No…" Li Lanni frowned, all this seeming new to her. When had she not put herself into character? 
"I will not take up too much of your time, but I haven't expected this results from you, who hwas the grand winner in the previous painting contest. Go on and think about it." The tutor said with a gentle smile. He hesitantly added, "You should know that no matter how much effort you put in something if you are being forced into it, all your efforts will be futile." 
"Thank you, sir. However, I'm not being forced into anything. I willingly joined this class." 
When Li Lanni left his office, the first thing she did was open her locker and take out all the drafts to take a look. These were just copies, she kept the originals at home but had copies in the studio locker for reference. 
She checked through them from the first chapter. At first, there wasn't any change. But from the fourth chapter, she began to notice that what the tutor had said was true. Seriously, if one were to see her latest chapter, there was no one would believe that she had joined the class by winning a contest. 
More importantly, it looked like the story had strayed from the original. If the dialogue were to be added, it was sure that it would look misplaced. 
But hadn't she been working hard? 
What went wrong?
___
Later in the afternoon,
Ji Xiehan completed his work earlier, pushed the less urgent documents aside before leaving his office. He would work on them later at night.
After asking Lin Jian and being laughed at for half an hour, he finally got his way around finding the least frequented movie theater. He had selected a popular movie more suitable for female audiences and booked tickets. 
All the previous times, he had got her to go out with him using schemes and tricks. This was the first time she had willingly agreed to go somewhere with him. This should be considered their first official date, right? 
So he followed Lin Jian's advice and found a present. He already had one; the bracelet he had bought her when they went shopping but didn't have the chance to give it to her. 
He wore the watch that was a match with it and took the bracelet with him. 
Feeling more confident, he let out the breath he didn't realize he was holding and went to pick Li Lanni up. 
The girl didn't make him wait too long. Two minutes after he sent her a text, he saw her exit the villa, wearing a blue dress that matched the color of his tie. 
He couldn't help smiling. What a sweet coincidence. 
"Did I keep you waiting?" She asked, her eyes staying on his tie for a few seconds. 
"No. I just arrived. You look beautiful." 
She blushed and unknowingly tightened her fists. "T-thank you." She had dressed up for him. It would be disappointing if she didn't look beautiful. She was happy that he liked it, and was even more pleased that their clothes were a complementing match. They looked just like a couple in love. Though she refused to accept it, she was delighted inside.
Once they were at the movies, he went ahead to buy snacks as she waited for him. "I booked tickets for a teenage drama 'Our Youthful Love.' I didn't know what kind of movies you liked, so I asked some of my female colleagues, and everyone said this was a nice one." He informed. 
"Haha…" When Li Lanni heard him say, she broke into a peal of laughter.
"What's so funny?" he was puzzled by her sudden laughter. 
Li Lanni burst into another round of laughter. "Haha..oh my god...haha..I can't control myself ..haha..Your face when you said the name of the movie was amusing." 
Ji Xiehan laughed at himself too. It was just that he was a little unsure. After buying the tickets for the teenage drama, he only later realized that it was full of fluffy romance. Then he remembered that when they talked about online novels, she mentioned a few that she liked. Those were all detective novels, and even if there were some romance ones, the main theme was a crime. 
Most people liked the same genre of movies and novels, so she should like detective and mystery, right?
But then again, she played otome games once in a while. So he didn't know whether to change the tickets or not. 
Li Lanni figured out why he was confused. She felt happy that he prioritized her choice. "I'm not really picky with what I read or watch. I only do it to pass the time, so you should have chosen what you like instead." 
"Then let's watch the teenage drama. I've never watched one before." He happily led the way, and she instinctively clung to his arm because he had popcorn and coke in both hands. 
They took a seat close to the front. They were quite early, so there were only a handful of people aside from them.


"Little troubleshooter, we meet again. If you are still thinking of trying to get away, you better give up that silly idea." Ji Xiehan said, pinning her against the wall. 
Li Lanni pushed her fists against his chest. "Is this how you say hi to all your interviewers, Mr. Ji?" 
"There is no interviewer and certainly no interviewee." The man grinned devilishly. "There is only a husband and a wife. My darling, how are you going to compensate for all the emotional damage you caused me by slipping away?" 
"What?" Heavens... just what had she gotten herself into?
...
Her life almost came to an end because of a tragic accident but instead, she lost her memory. 
Who would have thought that just when she she was starting to get used to her new life, she would get trapped in a whirlwind engagement? 

Out of all kinds of injustice fate could do to her, why did her fiancé have to be that white-haired pervert?! 

" You better not fall in love with me!" she snarled at the man grinning before her. 
Ji Xiehan's smile deepened. "Are you... kidding me? Why would I fall in love with you?" 
Li Lanni: "You better mark your words." 
The man grinned. Of course I will not fall in love with a woman I already love. I'm keeping my promise, right?
Ji Xiehan took up the challenge to crawl into her heart. 
(Warning: This book features mature content) 


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The bell rang and classes started. I looked to my left, three seats from me beside the window, empty. The guilt hitting me hard. The teacher started calling for attendance.

Rick - absent. 

Was it my fault for pushing him away? Should have I done otherwise and thanked him? Darn you Rick, making me feel bad in your absence. I hate to admit it but I want to see him so badly especially after what happened yesterday. I know he's just worried about me but I wasn't used to being taken care of. I don't know when I would be.

Class ended and for the second time of the week, I couldn't understand a thing. I dragged my feet to the PubRoom with Jessie by my side. 

"You look pale." She commented, "please don't pass out again, we have work to do."

"I know."

"And Rick's worried about you. That asshole bugged me the last time."

Rick. Why does his name pop up all the time? Or was I just too conscious about him now? I shook my head, I don't need to get distracted. 

Jessie suddenly grabbed me by the arm before I had the chance to open the door to the PubRoom.

"What do you feel about him?" Jessie blurted out. "You seemed different when around him."

"What do you mean?" I asked, although I knew exactly what she was trying to say. 

"You know what." She averted her eyes from me. "Just take care of him, please."

"Good afternoon." I greeted the moment Jessie and I stepped in the PubRoom. Gladly no one sensed the tension between us.

"Good afternoon, Chief." Monica, the Managing Editor said. "The basketball captain is here. I told him to leave because of the meeting but he won't move. Sorry."

I nodded to her and looked. There, on the seat beside my usual spot was occupied by Rick. His cheeks rested on the table and his eyes were closed. He looked...

Before I could even think of a word to describe him, a half empty bottled water came flying across the room. 

"Hey!" Jessie exclaimed. "I even bothered coming over to wake you up and you're absent?"

Rick rubbed his head where the water bottle hit him. "I know, I know, sorry." He yawned. "I'm feeling lazy today."

"Asshole." Jessie murmured and Rick smiled at her. 

I felt a twinge in my chest when I see Rick and Jessie this close. I took a deep breath and took a seat beside him. Today he smelled like coffee. 

The rest of the staff took their places. Jessie seated beside Rick on my right, Monica on my left, beside her the treasurer, Erica. Across me were Raymond, head artist, Bea, literary editor, Ella, features editor, Jimmy sports editor, and Lloyd the photographer. Also present were Jo and Jed, they're twins and layout artists, Andrew, Annie, May, Charmaine and Gina, senior staff writers and Belle, Carmela and Miko our cartoonists, and Raymond the head artist.

"Shall we start?" I said when everyone's settled. "OK, let's start with the news, Andrew please."

"All approved articles are already forwarded to layouts to be typed. We're in schedule." He said.

The staff knew the drill when I ask for progress report, I didn't need to cue them for questions.

"Sport section is done with the articles and editorial. We are just waiting for the announcement of the next captain." All eyes turned to Rick who laughed nervously.

"Can you tell us when the announcement will be?" I asked him directly. 

"Ehm.. , Saturday after our practice, you guys will be the first to know."

I nodded.

"Aside from that article we're in schedule." Jimmy continued.

Bea was next. She handed me a folder with atleast 20 poems and short stories. "We've reached the quota for the newspaper. Those were initially approved but didn't make it to layout. Those were excess."

I nodded. I need to make something out of these.

"All features are done. Book and movie reviews are in layouts, the person and blog review articles are in editing and will be done by Monday."

"Comic strips are done as well as the editorial cartoon." Belle said, we'll be working with layouts once all articles are in for the rest of the artworks."

"Ericka." I called," I also want a financial report please." 

"The school will be releasing our funds by Wednesday next week. I don't have an estimate of how much we'll be funded."

"Do you think we'll have budget for special release? Maybe 20 to 25 pages including cover, editorial and TOC?"

"We still have savings from our last release, as long as it's not 100% colored we can make it work."

I started tapping my fingers, a habit when I think. The staff was quiet waiting for instructions. Rick, who's not used to the publication's workflow turned to Jessie with confusion.

"He's thinking." She told him. "Keep quiet."

I sighed and smiled.

"Depending on the budget report I want a special literary booklet using these" I lifted the folder Bea gave me. "10 poems, 2 essay or a short story and 5 pages of artworks or comic strip."

Bea, knowing she would be handling the project raised her hand. "What would be the title, chief?"

"Chief?" Rick whispered to me. "What's TOC?"

I've almost forgotten about him. I turned and smiled. His face flushed red. "Thanks" I told him.

"Table of Contents, TOC. Can we make something with that theme?"

Bea nodded. "I can make it work."

"Thanks Bea. Ella, since you're done with features, help Bea. Miko work the art and cover. Let's keep it within 20 to 25 pages. I'll write the editorial. Deadline is.."

I turned to Jessie. She's better in setting deadlines than me. I tend to make it short and the staff ends up cramming. 

"Let's do it in three weeks. We can have it printed same day as the newsletter, we could even get a discount on the printers."

"You guys heard her. Any more question?"

Silence. 

"Please answer this nomination form for the next editorial staff." I passed the form around. "I want it asap, please."

I waited for any objection but there was none.

"That's it for today. Good job guys." 

Everyone moved to their spaces to start working. I sighed and relaxed. 

"He's cool right?" I heard Bea spoke to Rick. "Our chief."

"Yea he is." He glanced at me. "He's amazing."

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