Emica Kana is 18 years old. She has always loved writing stories., They were her escape from reality. She always wished that a man would come and save her like they always do in the stories.
Well, she got her wish.
Emica entered a small writing school that was near a river. Her friend had joined her. But, the teacher had an odd vibe around him. Emica became a little scared of him. She especially became scared when the teacher started to pay more attention to her. One day, when she runs from him, she falls into a world of adventure, risk, and abnormalities. 
But, her teacher is what scares her more than this new world. What secrets and schemes did he use to get her here?

I originally had a simple and original idea. Dara gains magical ability. This ability gives him opportunities:

- to anticipate events (the author also succeeds in this, sometimes, you think, here is this man coming, you look out the window, he really goes)

- to understand a foreign language (this idea arose, after reading the reviews, when English-speakers from Europe, USA, Britain, Canada, Australia, New Zealand were not satisfied with the level of English grammar, those who have English, the second or even the third language. And so , we turn on the magical ability to say for a week and you write and speak correctly)

- be able to bargain and covertly control the consciousness of the audience by achieving the goal set by the main character ...

These were the main features. BUT ... after reading the historical materials about the "tags" that were issued in the TAN empire for their vassal territories ... these abilities have increased ... which somewhat puzzles me.

In general, the idea to write a short story appeared that I wanted to share extensive material on the history of the Silk Road. new directions in farming, the ecological direction of farming development, healthy cooking, for which you need to use pure products without preservatives, a combination of Chinese cuisine with the concept of hot, cold and neutral products and Persian healing cooking, where each product has its own healing properties, and in combination with others it strengthens or weakens them.

I repeat a lot of material, it is at least 450 books of 18-19 and mid-20th century. Sometimes there are too many ideas, you start writing one, you don't finish it, and you start writing another.

Excessive detailing ... but on the other hand, as without details, in them the very meaning is ????!

...

The author wanted to write an original novel, without reymeks and strong borrowings on similar topics - agriculture, farming, magic, cooking, systems ... and do without cultivation ...

As soon as the "cultivation" comes across in a good novelty, then write, it's gone. A funny comedy that turns into humor turns into a dull story with a description of these techniques, which is not particularly pulling to read the rest of the story.

Let there be an omnipotent system! But she will not dictate her requirements - to those who use this system.

.....

As is usual in Asia, and in particular in the East ... the families are large, if not a clan, then a large community. At least 30 close relatives. And so if you raise all relatives close and not very, then you can get from 400 to a couple of thousand people. And it can be scattered not only in the prefectures of one country, but also in the countries themselves. Such as the USA, Germany, Australia, New Zealand, Sweden, Canada, Russia, Finland, Saudi Arabia, Jordan, the United Arab Emirates, Iran, Britain ... About and perhaps Saint Denis ...

....

And large families are not clans. In the clans there is terror, tyranny, factional struggle, conspiracies, intrigues, betrayals, deception, merging information to a competitor, and sometimes the use of "active measures". Therefore, the author, has focused on a large and friendly family. Although because of this, many minor heroes appeared, they would not be confused now !!!!

....

Arches:

Trade

Agriculture

New technologies

Magical make up

Online Farm Shop

Communicating Magical Entities

The story of microbes in the planet

The story of the order of wandering monks and the related fall of meteorites 500 years ago

Buying Dry Fruits

Making new and remembering old recipes for making eastern sweets

Sale for export ...

New magical features ...

Finally, the start of the farm operation ...


Here I would like to introduce romance, liveliness, move away from details ... well, I hope the author will manage to do this ...

If there are any suggestions from readers write.

Respectfully,

P.S. Today, probably it will not be possible to write a new chapter. But tomorrow I will try to write two chapters of 500 or maybe 1000 words each.

The second version. 

Agriculture is a very interesting activity. Like the sale of products. Not to mention the cooking, healing cooking. The development of tourism. 


All this will be in this novel. Perhaps the continuation of the first novel, but not a fact.

What is the story about? The story of a graduate student who decided to become a farmer. He sold his apartment and started to run his business with the money he received. Farm, online shop, farm shop. Decided to sell organic food.

Who is this guy? Former student of the Faculty of History. His relatives are historians and artisans, scientists. Great-grandfather Farmer. Grandfather - oriental sweets manufacturer. His ancestor ... Dara is the hero of another novel "'Jiang' Magic Coin" ...

What happens to him? He finds magic coins that have already become a magic entity, he has an all-powerful system. The main character does not immediately use it ...

Why should I care? It is interesting. But not at once. Not from the first pages, there is interesting historical information, there is an understanding of everyday life, traditions, oriental subtleties of doing business.

Almost reality but in a fantastic wrapper.

Pros - good content, many different historical facts about the Silk Road, Eastern Trade, Household reflections on politics and economics, there are interesting ideas for organizing your own business in tourism and farming.

Cons - bad form, that is, the text of the novel is rough, grammar and syntax is lame. There are mistakes.

Overall assessment of the story if to be objective:

Writing Quality - 2 stars
Stability of Updates - 4 stars (3-4 times per week from 500 to 3000 words for one chapter)

Story Development - 4 stars
Character Design - 3 stars
World Background - 3 stars

Overall result: Who wants to learn new things about farming and about the world after the Cold War, who is interested in the first place content, can be sure that he/she will not waste his/her time in vain.

Whoever likes the good form of the syllable, he/she can immediately leave, having pulled his hat, striking his/her horse sideways with spurs, plunge into the depths of the prairie.


Tags - Farming, Cooking, Health, Folk Medicine, Magic, History


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This is a work of art. Any resemblance to real people or real events is purely coincidental.

Online live streaming had become a hot topic recently. There were experts who criticized online broadcasters, whether to their faces or behind their backs, for using their looks or scanty attire to make money off fans, while they themselves hated that they couldn't just stand in front of a screen to give an academic lecture and make hundreds of thousands each month easily.
But not just anyone could make a living through live streaming. This was the age of beauty. For example, there were countless cases nowadays of blind dates falling flat when the reality of a person's looks didn't match expectations. If someone wanted to make a name for themselves on an online platform, they needed to have the type of face that was popular online, or at the very least, a pleasant-looking one.
But who knew, maybe someone with a blood-red figure, butterfly-blue hair, and the face of Third Young Master Tang, singing "Ah~~ five~~ rings" might be able to make it big[1]. 
At least, it would be a more festive sight.
Little Xuan had greatly inspired Father Wang; live streaming could be considered a universal subject, something which was very immersive and fun. But the thing he now had to consider was how to develop this theme and make it even more interesting.
After hearing Little Xuan's suggestion, Father Wang hurriedly expressed his thanks to everyone in the live stream, then logged off right away.
Seeing Wang Jiaomei's profile icon turn gray, the people online all immediately knew… this almighty big shot in the world of web novels was about to make his move!
This time… what kind of carnage was he going to wreck?
Father Wang was quite an efficient person, which was reflected in everything he did. For example, in the time it took to boil water, he could easily finish three things at once while he was on the toilet bowl: eating, reading the newspaper, and squabbling with trolls in the online book review section by switching between the hundreds of alternate IDs which he owned.
That evening, he burned the midnight oil finishing a basic outline and synopsis, and even finished the first chapter of his new book.
The title: The Live Streaming Life of the Immortal King
A brief introduction: This is a story about the daily life of a cultivation master who is unable to suppress the prehistoric powers inside his body, and who sells meng[2] online by live streaming his daily immortal cultivation life on earth.
"…"
Wang Ling had been looking at Father Wang's computer screen the whole time and felt an underlying sense of foreboding.
Given Father Wang's current skill level in writing, it was very quick and easy for him to write an opening chapter. After checking for spelling mistakes several times from top to bottom, Father Wang then clicked his mouse and directly sent the file to his chief editor.
Father Wang's chief editor was called Song Zikai and his editor code name was Lie Shou. People in the industry had given this big editor the nickname "Lie Mengmeng." When he had paid a visit to the house before, Wang Ling had used his supernatural Eye Ability to check out this person's name card. This was the only editor whom Father Wang had met in real life since entering the web novel industry more than ten years ago. He was a very frail youth who looked like a shou[3]; he seemed like he would tip over in a breeze, and his very neat fringe gave people the sense that he was very pure.
With the computer on, Father Wang made a cup of tea and waited in silence for a while. Very soon, he heard a ping! — Chief Editor Song had replied!
This gold star editor was also an excellent publicist. The average time he took to check a manuscript was just thirty seconds, which was an especially mystical feat to Wang Ling.
From Wang Ling's quick glance at the email reply, the theme was very attractive and Father Wang's writing was fine. But given the stunning performance of Father Wang's first book, along with his current online prestige, Lie Mengmeng decided he should write a few more chapters. After they added up to more than twenty thousand words, only then would he upload it onto the website to test the waters.
Wang Ling had heard about this website before — it was a separate VIP novel website specially set up by the Cultivation Reading Network for readers who were their highest-ranked users and had been registered with them for more than one hundred years. On this separate website, they could read the drafts of new works by top-ranked writers beforehand and leave them messages to tell them their thoughts or offer suggestions.
Gazing at the email reply, Father Wang was silent for a while, but finally he nodded in acceptance. After all, Wang Situ this pen name was a godhead that had taken him years to build and perfect. Given that he didn't know how marketable his second book could be, Father Wang really didn't dare release it casually — if it didn't pass the test, his godship would collapse! As for himself… wouldn't he become a complete joke in the industry?!
Wang Ling was speechless at this. "…" This one pen name had been able to attract three hundred thousand people to a live streaming platform that had absolutely nothing to do with web novels — how could online nobodies compare with that and f**king survive?!
...
In the morning, Mother Wang had finished preparing breakfast, which was made up of fried bread sticks, soybean milk and her specialty, rejuvenation noodles. Mother Wang untied her apron strings and shouted up the stairs. "The two of you, come down and eat!"
Wang Ling gazed at the table full of dishes and was almost moved to tears… after the torture that had been Mother Juan's black cuisine during those few days at No. 59 High School, it was perhaps only Mother Wang's personally cooked dishes that could fix his wounded heart.
As they ate, Father Wang pushed his black-rimmed glasses up and stared closely at Wang Ling for a bit before he sighed. "Tch, you seem to have grown fatter these last four days."
Wang Ling touched his face and felt that his cheeks had indeed seemed to have gotten meatier… this was probably because he had eaten Mother Juan's cooking and it was now fermenting in his stomach.
It didn't matter though, as losing weight had never been difficult for him…
Wang Ling rubbed his cheeks vigorously with both hands, and like plasticine, the fat on his face was instantly smoothed out.
 "…" Even this could f**king work?!
This was the first time that Father and Mother Wang had witnessed this ability of his.
Father Wang ate a mouthful of rejuvenation noodles. "These last four days, how was it, living in a large group?"
Wang Ling was taken aback, but in the end shook his head.
"I heard that when Ming Ming brought you the talisman seal, a lot of things happened?"
Wang Ling nodded.
Father Wang sighed. "Actually, I think you're just too nervous. Maybe if you act more naturally, nothing will happen. You should spend more time with your peers, understand?"
Wang Ling continued nodding.
"Enough! Why bring this up when we're eating!"
Mother Wang interrupted Father Wang. "But Ling Ling, don't forget to do a bit of homework revision these two days. Although you shouldn't do too well, you shouldn't be at the bottom of the class, at least. Just study whatever is necessary. I've already asked about the classes you missed, and I especially made the trip to school to pick up the review materials. It should be enough for you to take a few minutes later to have a quick look at them."
 "Okay." Concise and comprehensive, this was the first word Wang Ling had spoken after coming home.
In truth, he didn't need to review courses like Dao talismans and magical skills at all. But for courses like history and political science, he still had to spend some time memorizing the materials. Even for top students in the elite class like Feather Lin and Lotus Sun, catching up on one week's worth of classes and digesting the knowledge would still take them a whole day.
In contrast, it was a lot more convenient for Wang Ling, who could use his speed reading and memorization skills… mother never has to worry about my studies[4]!
But Wang Ling didn't want to be disturbed by anyone after he started his wonderful weekend of study, especially when he was using his quick memorization skill. If someone disturbed him at that time, it was highly possible it would result in him remembering things wrongly.
And so, to prevent this from happening, Wang Ling opened up his stationery pouch…
The monster pen and goblin eraser that he had created with magic previously could help him maintain order.
[1] Basically, the author is giving an example of someone bizarre enough who might be able to break into the live stream market. Third Young Master Tang is the pseudonym of a very famous web novelist, and "five rings" is from the popular 'Song of the Fifth Ring,' a song by Chinese rapper MC Hotdog.
[2] Adapted from the original Japanese word moe 萌え, the word 萌 or meng in pinyin can simply mean "cute," but at a deeper level, also refers to feeling fondness, devotion or excitement for someone.
[3] As a reminder, shou is used to describe the person who is the bottom in a BL relationship.
[4] This tagline is from a Chinese TV ad for an electronic device produced under BBK Electronics which helps teach children how to read.


As a cultivation genius who has achieved a new realm every two years since he was a year old, Wang Ling is a near-invincible existence with prowess far beyond his control. But now that he’s sixteen, he faces his greatest battle yet - Senior High School. With one challenge after another popping up, his plans for a low-key high school life seem further and further away...
Wang Ling: I just want to eat my crispy noodle snacks in peace...
Father Wang: If you're careless enough to destroy the country, it’s coming out of your pocket money. 
Wang Ling: It’s not my fault that the backlash from punching me kills you.
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Tags: comedy, school, cultivation, tsundere, popular culture, almighty protagonist, action

Greetings everyone!

I've been busy editing some stuffs from the previous chaps. Not to worry, I did not change anything, just 'clean' some errors and patch some plotholes. Especially the errors my allegedly alive Keyboard did.

So... for the new readers, I welcome ya'll, for the old readers, Thank you thank you thank you~ I really feel grateful that ya'll keep on supporting me. Shoutout to Cerment_the_frog, hopefallsnow01, Jagermeister, LoudHermit and ChiseHatori and those who kept on reading my story since square one.

And by the way, You should skim the first 20 chaps for additional snippets that I added :3. I wasn't planning to add them at the first place since I'm not yet sure about the system and plots and everything I wanted to integrate into this story.


So to be honest, I didn't expected this sudden recognition, I was just casually writing stories then sharing them to the world through Webnovel. And now, I'm starting to get comments and reviews, which greatly pleases me! Please give me more of those, thank you so much.


So yeah, I had the plan to drop this novel before, during those quarantine stuffs and online class wackamoles, and yet, I'm still here, writing Vol. 2. So thank you ya'll for the support.

Anyways, since Webnovel doesn't have an open forum feature in the app which I greatly wish they are planning to add, I'll be opening this chap for any questions ya'll have in your mind, tips for my story and your ideas - Especially names, I lack the creative brain to think of names.

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All in all, thank you for following the development of Defend the Queen.

How to defeat a horde of monsters?

Create an army!

How to do that?

BECOME A QUEEN!!

Set your colony, raise your army, attack monsters, eat their flesh, then evolve!

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Iziul was the youngest and the only female General of the Army of Earth year 2075 who attained the respectable rank of Five-Star.

Sadly, her high prestige was ended after being sent to her death trap by.

Waking up again, she was brought to another world quite different yet similar to Earth.

Trees were towering here as animals and insects that were seen small at earth became gigantic titans that wrecked havoc.

"Is that mothra?!?! godzilla?!?! wait! Why are they so big but... normal. Normal???

Holy Sh*t. They are not big! 

I'm just small!"

Join Iziul, as she transmigrated into a
Queen Bit and thread the path of evolution while building her army of children to conquer the world!

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Hope you guys enjoy it!

She's going far from me. No, not such far from me. I can still meet her. No, I shouldn't meet her. I shouldn't even think about that. Nothing's going to be happen, between us, and it shouldn't need to be. 
But what are the things that have happened to her? 
What had actually brought her here? Who was that fucker, who tried to force her? Why was she interested in going with me to my office? 
She could've been persistent about going to her apartment, after such a terrible danger instead of going there...to my office. Or was she wanted to spend some more time with me? No one would ever want to go anywhere, except from family… to meet the family, and weep with them….specifically for girls.
The questions pool within me, with tones of load, that seems to tie, poorly with another and to the, others. I can't find myself more resistant, to ask about them. I don't even seem to locate any chance with her, talking about all the things. I was waiting for her, to tell me, but she didn't. I'd notion, that she would tell me, when she find herself much, considerate and composed.
I should ask. I'll ask her for the first time and maybe the last time, after a long time. If she would leave her ass, without telling me the answers, I reckon, I wouldn't going to find peace, anywhere, and maybe that's the reason, I was really waiting for her, to come up to me, to reveal the things that have happened. I am hundred percent sure, I need to ask her. I'll ask her. 
I'll ask her. Should I ask in the car? Or, in here?
In the car, it would be tiresome, and I don't seem to find focus there. 
Better, Dex, ask here.
She's caressing her hair, and tying it with a black hair tie as I pace towards the hall, drinking water from the purifier.
"Ready?" She says as she turns.
I nod. I think, I should ask her, now…at this moment.
"Can I ask you some questions?"
She pales at the quickness of my question 
"About what?" She asks impatiently.
"About that incident…that happened to you in that hotel. And. How did you come here?"
Of course! I want to know first. What was the case there? Why did he need money?
 Answer it. Please. I want to know.
"You never ask questions… to me… then why, now?"
I never….but I am asking now. But you don't need to change the way of your speaking. You just need to answer.
She glares at me, standing in the hallway, with deep blue eyes, her pupils dilating, her brow creasing…her lips parting, almost twitching.
"Yeah, I never. But it can't go always like that. Listen to me, I am concerned about you. I am afraid, if that, fucker would reach you again." I explain.
I cannot hide my agony from her. I want to know everything. Who knows, that fucker would reach her again, and do any harm to her. I can't imagine if I would forgive myself then.
"He needed money, and you gave it to him. I'll have that money returned to you, so for this wearing, that's all you need to know." She retorts, her brow creasing more and more, forming 'v' shape to the deepest bridge of her nose.
How could she be rude to me? It's excruciating. She has never been. Her words strike me deep in my chest, effectively, more prevailing than any bludgeon could do. 
	'Don't be like that. Don't be that rude to me.' A pathetic part of me…a weak part in front of her, weakens, begging for her. I can't show myself like that to her. Painful. Wounded. Hurt. So much hurt. Having her, heard this rudely for the first time.
How?
Why?
What happened to you?
Balancing me…helping me from inside to outside, I try to have power over myself. I try to control my aching fury.
"It's not about money Cynthia. I am just concerned about you. And. You have never been this rude to me. What are you afraid of? You do realize; I've never said a single word to your mother, and will never, without your consent." 
She knows; I'll never. If she didn't know, then, she should.
She pales, and moves towards me. Her eyes burns with tenacity and persistence, while her features tense with insolence, and innocence, that's been buried somewhere, but I disregard it instantly.
"Yes, I've never been. But if you ask the questions, that I am not interested to answer then I would. I am repentant if I upset you, but badly I can't…at least for now."
Why? Why isn't she interested to answer? I was waiting for this question since so long. 
She's getting discourteous, and it's not pleasing at all. I can't bear this, at all. I should better drop this question. I don't know what I would do if I lose my control.
 I'll say anything awful to her, that I would regret later or I would disintegrate into tears. I don't want either of that. 
"Okay…then tell me, why you were so piqued in going to my office? I don't seem to comprehend. You study journalism, if I am not wrong?"
This question is befittingly okay. At least she can answer this question, now. This is the way I can only convalesce myself. She needs to answer this. The answer of this question could be the revelation of my some unanswered questions. I envisage of connecting dots.
"I've wanted to move in publishing and writing, specifically in writing. Even I want to. Even I am doing."
What? She wants to move in publishing. I can comprehend, that as in media, she could need for writing articles and other things. But in publishing, that's different.
	Or does she want to write a book?
"Doing what?" I ask.
She stops for a moment, but speaks abruptly. "I am writing a book. I hope you won't tell to anyone."
I should've known it before.
"You know, I won't. But in what genre?" My voice cools down as the intensity of fire in me, looses.
"Mmm…it's…umm…erotica romance."
What? An erotica? 
Really?
"You are writing an erotica? What made up your mind for that? I have never thought of you writing... erotica."
I am flabbergasted. She doesn't seem a girl who would have such interests and what more I can say; an aim, though I did find her reading, 'Ex-rated attraction', but that doesn't mean that one would start writing that kind of books.
 How did she make up her mind for that? And what made her? Floods of questions boom in me like fireworks with the unprecedented ecstasy of bewilderment. And suddenly the fury burning inside me fades away in no time, leaving only unexpected bombshell.
"Yes. I thought. I wouldn't tell you, till I get the right time." She says. Her voice's somewhat lower than earlier.
What?
"Right time?...For what?" I ask, stunned by her actions.
"Listen…I need you." Her cheeks dark pink, blush staining her cheeks, and with that seductive words, I fall somewhere in her…for her, and I don't know why.
How could I help her? And in what way? This is getting far above the ground.
"Need me? How can I help you?"
"There's no one in Boston, neither in New York, whom I can trust completely. Even I didn't have any man in Australia, whom I can share this thing of me." 
That means, she doesn't have any boyfriend, neither here or in Australia.
No boyfriend? This is what I can connect. So, it is the second bombshell, she has put in here.  And I am seriously appalled. But she said that she had no man, to share that mysterious thing that does mean she must have lot of men around her. I am confounded, and this is aggravating.
I am fucking up now!
She pales…her voice's ashamed, and she's fidgeting with her fingers.
So do I never have a girl!
I am not getting this. Where is this going?
She needs my trust. She should know that I trust her more than myself. But I don't know what she's saying, what she actually needs from me.
"What does that mean?" 
She turns, concealing herself from me, and from my deep gaze, that's been shifted to her. But she doesn't say anything, and put her whole weight on the dresser, where her fingers drum periodically on the white surface, through the help of her palm, so she's almost leaning by the edge of the wooden counter, while her fingers of other hand, keeps fidgeting with each other.
I don't move at all. I stand at her back, meters apart. 
I am not getting the things at all.
What the hell is going on? She's completely silent.
"Say something. Please." I plead as I make a little move towards her, again, footing at her back, combating with myself, to not to make her more uncomfortable. 
But she's the one who's making me uncomfortable.
"Umm…I don't know…how to say." She mumbles. I need to silence my heart, and the blood drumming in my ears, to listen her warily.
I am getting annoyed. What could she say? She has everything…a family…a career. Okay, the career that hasn't been set, at all. How can I help her?
"Use your mouth, Cynthia. Don't tempt me more." My voice's urgent…so urgent and vehemently needy.
"I…never believe in writing that you actually don't know. I mean… that you haven't experienced in your actual life." 
Finally she said something! I stand more straight frustrating a little but relaxed in some parts of me, with her words, but at the same, struggling to recognize, each and every word of her.
"Whether it's about…umm…life, love and..." She continues, facing me. Cobalt eyes ablaze, besides me as sweat drips on my forehead. Her blush stained cheeks. Her choking breath is searing me from outside. I feel exposed. I feel naked in front of her. 
"And?" I slur, impatiently, my mood swinging, from frustration to annoyance, annoyance to excitement as the blood consumes in me, heart racing and thumping on my chest as the sexual tension overwhelms me.
She flushes, and then turns immediately.
"Sex." She says, ashamed…really ashamed as she wipes out one of the strands of her hair, and tugs it onto her earlobe.
Sex!!!
What? Whatever she's saying it's true for sure, it's hundred percent factual. But the 'sex' word is seriously different and absurd, to hear from her... to hear from her seductive mouth.
Blood in me, courses to my abdomen at her such luscious word…and so sexy it has sounded…it rings in me, going in me everywhere, and my penis starts to swell.
"Yeah, Of course" I say in a 'so-what' manner as I shrug my shoulder with certainty. She doesn't see me. She doesn't say anything. Too ashamed. Too perplexed. Too thrilled to be acquainted with that pending question.
I move closer to her, to build some confidence, to get to the point.
"I've never get laid. I don't seem to have any kind of experience. I've read a lot of books. But I didn't get the pleasure and the point that I've been longing for, in the books." She babbles, her eyes raw and needy, and the world in me seem to tear as I feel the ground on my feet, start contravention.
Fuck! She's a virgin a like me. I've had thought so wrong about her, when she came here at the very first time, she was busy in her phone. But it's not distracting to me as I am also a virgin and I can't connect in any way that happened in New York when her friend tried to force me to have sex. I haven't pushed my dick in her, she didn't let me, neither did I want but whatever, it was in the past…I feel glad for that, now.
But why is she revealing all these things to me?  In what way she want help from me?
"What kind of point are you talking about? I don't understand and how can I help you?" I ask sheepishly.
"It's a point that I don't know either, but I would get know if you'll help me." Her eyes leave mine as she turns her face
What? Did she..? Did she want to have…? No it can't. No! I shouldn't think. But what if…? What if…?
The tension fills in me, a real sexual tension. This is getting weird especially when she would say things like that.
She saunters around the dining table and stops speaking so I can only hear the beeps and the rush of the cars, passing on the road side, and this is too way distracting. Why she can't sit, and say the things clearly to me?
"I want you to have sex with me, so I can acknowledge what point I'm missing or I am longing." Her eyes deep in me finally locked with mine, so she's facing only me. The defiance in her words is as clear and strong as my need to hear, from her.
What? This is not what I've in mind! Okay I admit…I had somewhere. But seriously!
How could she even say that to me? This is ridiculous. And in some part of me, I know I've been longing for this. But is this okay? We shouldn't even think about that. Shouldn't we? How could she think to have sex with me, I've never had sex with anyone? How could I even help her?
I stop for a moment, thinking…
We are like cousins. Okay, I admit we are not cousins, but she really doesn't know anything about that?  Doesn't she? About that… I've been adopted.
I feel every bomb in me, blasting wildly as my breath hitches. And the swell of my penis, increases, struggling with the fabric of my trousers. 
Oh fuck!
"Tell me. Would you? You must've had lots of girls. You are smart…tall…sexy…powerful…calm. You've such lean and tight muscles. You do even know how to cook. Why wouldn't a girl want to get laid with you?" She gibbers, her words seductive; rough…clean and sexy.
Her words straight travel to my cock, that's been getting hard. The way she's appreciating my body features is so seductive.
 Don't say any other word otherwise I would come in my trousers. 
I cross my legs and stand by the back of the chair of the dining table, drumming my fingers on the upper edge of the chair, my legs little wide apart, struggling to suppress and screen my urgent erection.
This is distracting, at some point she's so shy and at the other she's so bold and…umm…sexy.
Yes! There have been a lot of girls, but I've never let anyone close. 
Maybe. Because I was waiting for you.
She's basically offering me to have sex with her. This is so…odd.
 "You are my cousin. How could we..?" I lie as I turn my face towards her, my fingers still patting the chair while my one leg start to stroke the floor as sexual tension mugs me again. "I don't see if it would be okay for both of us. Don't you agree?"
She blanches, and her face drops down, her depressed gaze focusing at me, deepening at me as she stands at my opposite, facing me again. Seeing Eye to eye…I clearly notice the ring of her iris that looks pale blue dark like ocean as she shifts her face towards me from afar. This is melting me from inside! Oh no!
"Dexter. I've never felt you as my cousin. That's why I am asking to you. You are a man that I have been writing in my book since I was in Australia. We will get apart after this." 
She said my full name. 
Hell! Distracting.
 I've never felt you as my cousin too as you aren't! 
"After what?" I ask, knowing what she meant.
"When I'll lose my virginity to you." She says as she turns and moves to the other side, reaching to me, so she's standing beside me.

A story about a relationship between cousins Dexter and Cynthia. Dexter is not her biological cousin. He's attracted to her.
This will take you to a new experience feeling every thing with such simple and delicious language. 
After ten years Dexter meets Cynthia when she comes to complete her graduation in New York. 
 You will feel that short heighted girl Cynthia in every moment..By the words of Dex.
Read to know more.. And the journey they will take to fill themselves..

"Momo... hurry up!!.... we're going to be late!!" Yelled Linda, as she rushed towards the newly constructed building within the school premises.
Little Momo and her, were on their way towards the chemistry laboratory.
Today, they were taking Chemistry 3.
Ever since the beginning of April, they had been taking 6 main courses:
•Biology 1 (Classes of living organisms)
•Math 4 (simple variable math, like find X)
•Chemistry 2
•Chemistry 3 (introduction to lab science)
•Physics 1
•Phyno 4
Apart from these ones, they also had other fun and creative courses that occurred once a week... like:
•Arts & Craft 1
•Ethics & Morality 1 
•Health & Hygiene 1
•Literature 1
•Music 1
• And Physical Education 
Another surprising thing for the students was that this year, the school had created a Student Council body based on the votes from the students.
Also, each class had a class monitor and deputy class monitor that's entrusted in assisting the teachers in class, aiding the weak students, roll call... and so on.
No matter what amongst the 2 leaders, one had to be female and the other male.
Generally, once the winners for both the Male Group and female group emerged.... the students would then vote between the 2, and choose who should be the class monitor or deputy class monitor.
For the biology class, the students were taught the basics like: cells, microbes, plant systems, animal systems, invertebrates and vertebrates.
In short, they were taught about all the classes of living organisms.
Of course for Math 4, they focused on simple variable math... like 5x=10, find X.
In that class, they focused on understanding one to two variable equations..... which were usually linear equations.
For chemistry 2, the students would still focused on reactions, atoms and so on.... but now with the use of calculators, they had begun learning about calculating molecular weight and so on.
Of course just so that the students could breathe a little, music, literature, physical education and arts & craft were essentially a must.
In short, this semester was a busy one.
Today, Linda and little Momo were heading towards the Chemistry Lab in the new school building.
Once they got in, they immediately climbed the stairs until they arrived at the 3rd floor... where they were greeted with a large group of students outside the lab.
The area was bustling with busy students.
Friends greeted each other with hugs or playful punches, while others had their eyes glued on their books as they continued doing assignments that were due in the next class.
Some already had their lab coats and safety wears on, while others were busy wearing theirs on now.
In fact, everyone was doing their own thing as they waited for the class to begin.
Instantly, the duo opened their bags and quickly pulled out their neatly folded lab coats and safety items.
For this class, everyone was required to wear their lab coats, gloves, rubber boots, and goggles.
Linda looked at her watch and knew that it would soon be time for them to go in.
And right on queue, Mother Kim and teacher Gophen opened the lab doors from instead and ushered the students in.
"Morning Teacher Kim!"
"Morning teacher Gophen!"
"Morning teacher...."
"__"
Everyone greeted their teachers, as they walked in and immediately found their usual spot.
The Laboratory was massive, with several working slabs, cupboards with equipments stored in them, and a small storage room at its front.
Linda and Momo immediately spotted their other group members, and rushed over to join them.
Ever since the beginning of the semester, they had been put in groups of 5.
Apparently, these people would be their lab partners throughout the entire semester.
"Alright.... before we begin, you all know the drill.
In front of each group, are 5 question sheets.
You all have 7 minutes to answer them.
Remember, no cheating and no copying.... these small tests make up 20% of your final grade.
Now.... Begin!!"
Linda immediately flipped her question sheet and got to work.
For this Chemistry 3 course, they had 1 theory class on Tuesdays, and 1 lab session on Thursdays.
And at the beginning of each lab session, they would have mini quizzes that would test them on what they had learnt in their Tuesday classes.
Chemistry 3 was a course based on Laboratory work, so they had to know about the equipments in front of them, safety lab hazards and so on.
In fact... Ever since the students knew that these questions were 20%, they had taken them seriously
Linda filled her name and school number on the question sheet, before proceeding to answer the questions.
The questions were straight to the point, and easy to answer if one was paying attention during lectures.
And just like that, time flew by quickly... 7 minutes later, the quizzes collected back by teacher Gophen.
And the papers were collected, Mother Kim began distributing the Lab manual sheets for today's experiment.
.
"Alright.... before we begin our Laboratory experiment, let's recap on what Teacher Winnie has been you all in Chemistry 2." Mother Kim said.
The students immediately took out their books and writing materials.... While others flipped the pages of their books to the last pen-filled page.
It was important for the students to know about what reactions they were going to perform today, hence it was good for them to recap on what they were previously taught.
"So as usual, let's look back on what you all have been learning so far.
I need a few examples of chemistry around us... anyone?" Mother Kim asked, as she waited for the students to raise their hands.
"Yes Filipa?" She said, while pointing at a little girl at the front of the room.
"Air is essentially chemistry, because it's constantly undergoing a chemical change.
For example, we breathe out carbon dioxide and take in oxygen... so air is always changing.
Also... air undergoes changes whenever smoke is released in to the atmosphere by burning, hence it's part of Chemistry."
"Correct!!.
Any other examples of Chemistry around us?" Kim asked.
"Our bodies."
"The ocean"
"When we make bread."
"__"


Chu Yi dies in a car crash and becomes Landon Barn, the illegitimate son of king Barn, ruler of Arcadina. Because his mother was a maid and the king’s greatest disgrace, his father had always despised him. The same could be said for his half-siblings. 

When he turned 15, his father had announced that the city of Baymard would be given to him, and would no longer be under the empire's control. It was a well known fact that Baymard’s lands were barren, and poverty stricken.... For god’s sake, this was banishment.

His deadbeat father had indirectly banished him from the empire.

Chu Yi woke up in a carriage, on his way to Baymard with a system

"So what if my father hates me? So what if I’m banished?.... I will turn my territory into a modern society"

  
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Author here, thank you all for tuning in..... english is my second language... so I promise to try my best.

P.S, please dont compare my Novel to others... not all world development novels have to have the same format.

"…sitting behind is care, but no effort left is there to share."
                One of the girls the room definitely recites her poem the least emotion. That last line tells everything why. Almost eight students have been called in front, and so far, their language is flawless. Most of them must have been to a state of America or Australia, but the Asian accent still finds its way to be felt between their words. Everyone is expectant to be called as Mr. Hwang once again stands in the middle of the front aisle.
                "Thank you Karen. And for the last presenter, let's have…"
                I can feel his intention to call on me. The willingness in the faces of my classmates is not strong enough to overpower my intimidation to be called in front. And without a doubt…
                "Marcus, please recite to use your poem that we may have a glance of who you are."
                Everyone is, once again, clapping at this new student who is the most foreign of all. The mere minute left for me to write has not given me enough time to artfully word the obscurity of my gender.
                Amidst the overflowing fear to be hated, I stand before these new faces who have no clue who is about to speak to them. South Korea is known to be one of the most conservative nations of this modern world, and what I am about to tell them will definitely alter their view—and to which direction, I am not sure.
There is a heart that beats
Covered by skin and muscles inside my chest.
For all, it works to provide life.
For some, it pumps to keep themselves alive.
For few, it throbs for someone else's love.
For me, it beats under my chest
Still unsure of which it for exists.
                I anticipate my speech to end in silence, but the burst of applause tells me that they did not grasp the hidden message that lingers with those words. They may have been amazed by the integration of elements in writing a good literature, but their focus to that makes me upset because the essence of my poem has not been savored accordingly.
                Nonetheless, Mr. Hwang's eyes whisper a message of understanding and worry. This gesture explains how much competent he is for this subject because he has the ears and eyes to discern.
                I thank the bell for ringing right on time. With that, I have a plausible reason to escape from the hook of everyone's attention. I rush to grab my things from my seat and pretend to take my time putting them back to my bag. I should feign being slow to buy them time to leave the room.
                "Marcus, your poem is substantial and creative." Mr. Hwang compliments when everyone has left the room except me.
                "Inside you is a poet whose composition is destined to be heard. To be written in just few minutes, your poem is just great."
                "…and brave." A third person's voice cuts my conversation with Mr. Hwang.
                His subtle movements make I and Mr. Hwang believe we were alone in the room. Nonetheless, there sits the tall guy whose desk is opposite of mine. But the growing pace of my heartbeat is not caused by his presence, I assessed. It is his comment which rushes the rhythm of my breathing.
                I know I am required to give the next comment, but there is nothing in my mind now that I can grasp to tell. Good thing the tall guy leaves the room right after he feels the awkward atmosphere.
                
                In all the classes I have for this day, that last class is the most memorable. By that, I mean, a bittersweet-kind of memory. Until now, my thoughts are hovering around the quick comments I received from being myself. I wonder how bare that line was.
       Still unsure of which it for exists.
                It can mean "unsure" of which person it is existing for. It can be that girl who attended the same school as I back in elementary, or that other girl who lives next to us back in the Philippines. However it can mean, I know in myself that it means it is unsure whether a man or woman it exists for… and two of the people in that room understood what I meant. Mr. Hwang's reaction has an embrace of encouragement, while that guy's comment does not clearly reveal anything at all. And that mere thing makes it even worse to think about.
                The depth of my introspection allows me to reach the dormitory unwittingly. There I stand in front of the door to room 408, thanks to that other guy in the elevator for assisting me find the place faster.
                On that door, there is my name and someone named "Kim Seung Min". He clearly is Korean, I thought. My roommate, I hope, is the best person I will ever meet in this country.
I tap the card that guy handed me in class. The door produces some sound which tells me it is unlocking. I clutch the knob. The room is more stunning than I expected! It is bright and very conducive for learning and writing those masterpieces I am about to create.
I remove my shoes before entering the bedroom proper as Korean culture has taught me. I caress most of the furniture in the room, and the mere touch of them shows me "heaven"!
I have never lived in this kind of luxurious room! I sniff the luxurious air that lingers inside my new room for almost a year. The scent is so aromatic that my eyes unconsciously closed themselves to heighten the moment's feeling. But that grand moment is snipped by the opening of the bathroom door.
Surprisingly, it is that tall guy in the classroom.
More surprisingly, he seems to know I am his roommate and my presence does not seem to bother him at all.
And Most surprisingly, he is not wearing anything at all!
                Let me correct myself. He is wearing his nude boxers. Sorry for the wrong info.

In that land he barely knew, he convinced himself to dare to play the most dangerous game. It is either he falls or he fails. Love just cant be won over.

So... I am going to continue my OG Isekai story called Battlefield Restart (Edited), which I decided to make the main three works of my Gaiaverse along with 'An Adventure Beyond Greatness!' and its sequel that has been conceptualised as a more Accel World kind of Isekai where the MC goes back and forth between works but grows as he gets back to his original.

Here's a synopsis for those who don't know it:
'After retiring from the battlefield, my life became empty and lifeless. The regrets of my past haunt me in my sleep. Then a change occurred, a King from another world summoned me to fight for his kingdom, but I died even before I could give him my answer. Now, after a fake God allowed me to reincarnate (albeit imperfectly) with my memories intact, into a world filled with magic and swords.'

It was supposed to be a one-off gag at first where I made the man complain for the first chapter, get un-alived via Summoning, then reincarnated into the body of a baby Mushoku Tensei style.

I've retconned it a whole bunch of times over the years, lost two other accounts, and now have to work with only being able to 'see but not edit' the others versions of it online. Though the story is written in first person and is the first work of mine that has ever gotten popular over the years, it is something I put heart into as the story progressed.

The whole beginning section was written in a generic Isekai way with a God literally explaining stuff to our MC in the second and third chapter before doing regular Isekai stuff on the fourth.

I'm not sure if it can get the 'unique and creative!' label other Isekais do but it's well-written now considering how many edits it went through. The first 40 chapters basically build up and end a mini-arc where most questions are answered.

I you don't like introverted badass old geezer of a soldier who acts childish in his second life because he's not diligent and scum that way then you'll probably be disappointed as there had always been a clear theme to this story about irrational fear. How it can help survive the battlefield but can't do anything when it comes to relationships.

The main character isn't a paragon of virtue nor a complete arse as he can practically be summed up as antisocial due to his past life. He was good at being a soldier and listening to orders, but wasn't exactly someone who 'lead' in his past life.

The larger plot has yet to be kickstarted but the smaller character-driven events are still going great with the biggest being the relationship he has with his little sister who is a different kind of abnormal compared to him.

I like 'Skill Trees' in Power Systems and this story also has that vibe with the MC practically 'cultivating' his main skills by himself. There's also a Duke's Daughter with what is essentially Sword Creation Light Magic and the likes.

If you feel like this kind of story, then please check it out. There are also some blogs I added at the side that have Writing Tips or other topics that I just felt the need of writing out of boredom.

Well, I'll see you there~! 😊

Inspired by the Naruto Is Reincarnated fanfic on Webnovel. A story of how Sakura sent herself back in time after the Fifth Great Ninja War and vows to change everything for the better. To do so, she experimented on herself and created techniques. Until she finally created a Jutsu that could send her back using a rare medium.

So... Until I get familiar with animation, I am going to continue my OG Isekai story called Battlefield Restart (Edited), which I decided to make the main three works of my Gaiaverse along with 'An Adventure Beyond Greatness!' and its sequel that has been conceptualised as a more Accel World kind of Isekai where the MC goes back and forth between works but grows as he gets back to his original.

Here's a synopsis for those who don't know it:
'After retiring from the battlefield, my life became empty and lifeless. The regrets of my past haunt me in my sleep. Then a change occurred, a King from another world summoned me to fight for his kingdom, but I died even before I could give him my answer. Now, after a fake God allowed me to reincarnate (albeit imperfectly) with my memories intact, into a world filled with magic and swords.'

It was supposed to be a one-off gag at first where I made the man complain for the first chapter, get un-alived via Summoning, then reincarnated into the body of a baby Mushoku Tensei style.

I've retconned it a whole bunch of times over the years, lost two other accounts, and now have to work with only being able to 'see but not edit' the others versions of it online. Though the story is written in first person and is the first work of mine that has ever gotten popular over the years, it is something I put heart into as the story progressed.

The whole beginning section was written in a generic Isekai way with a God literally explaining stuff to our MC in the second and third chapter before doing regular Isekai stuff on the fourth.

I'm not sure if it can get the 'unique and creative!' label other Isekais do but it's well-written now considering how many edits it went through. The first 40 chapters basically build up and end a mini-arc where most questions are answered.

I you don't like introverted badass old geezer of a soldier who acts childish in his second life because he's not diligent and scum that way then you'll probably be disappointed as there had always been a clear theme to this story about irrational fear. How it can help survive the battlefield but can't do anything when it comes to relationships.

The main character isn't a paragon of virtue nor a complete arse as he can practically be summed up as antisocial due to his past life. He was good at being a soldier and listening to orders, but wasn't exactly someone who 'lead' in his past life.

The larger plot has yet to be kickstarted but the smaller character-driven events are still going great with the biggest being the relationship he has with his little sister who is a different kind of abnormal compared to him.

I like 'Skill Trees' in Power Systems and this story also has that vibe with the MC practically 'cultivating' his main skills by himself. There's also a Duke's Daughter with what is essentially Sword Creation Light Magic and the likes.

If you feel like this kind of story, then please check it out. There are also some blogs I added at the side that have Writing Tips or other topics that I just felt the need of writing out of boredom.

Well, I'll see you there~! 😊

The story is the third entry in the trilogy of Battlefield Restart but is being written as the direct sequel instead. The events of Battlefield Restart 2- An Adventure Beyond Greatness, are contained so there isn’t much to be missed by skipping it.

This novel is about an Author being sent into the nightmarish world he writes due to his destiny. The main character of BR 2 appears but isn’t focused on much, as this is about the Omniscient Writer’s story.

Vol. 0 is skippable and isn’t essential to the story as a whole. Only something there for extra info.

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