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?

365 days, 365 scenes.
Battles among supreme beings.
Poems about losing love.
Dragons showing mercy.
Kids stumbling upon magic.

This journey involves my answering of 365 creative writing prompts in a desperate bid to overcome my laziness.
The prompts come from https://thinkwritten.com/365-creative-writing-prompts/ and I write one a day.

THE SITUATION RIGHT NOW: I've gotten over the majority of my laziness. I'm unlikely to update this much. It's pretty much complete. The novel I'm working on is Dark Seas Leading Demise

"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.

ok so this novel shall go by Books  each book shall be about 1 area the world so Book 1  shall be how he shall conquer all of Britannia now i know i said i would include wales and scotland But i have decided Book 1  shall be about him takeing the english Lands then the next books will be about wales then scotland then ireland and so on and so on if i decide to do more Books 

As i have said this is my First time ever writing  so i wont be over extending my self  as i have come to Realize i was doing by setting a goal i am not confidant i can attain cause i am so new to this Whole writing game so i wish to take my time  and do Book 1 with atleast 40 to 55 chapters and then i will decide from there as to wether i should continue or leave as is this is me updateing everyone by doing this here

i will try to release at-least 1 chapter per day Minimum and any others will be erratic releases

about a fella who loved Total war and its games while playing a game of total war warhammer 2 he lost his main army due to a ambush while streaming and he in rage threw a cod style Tomahawk at his wall in anger but it rebounded and hit him square between the eyes thus ending his life while streaming    many will clip that for generations as the best self tomahawk after his death   he awakes in a strange world with no cloths on or any items axcept his tomahawk :HAHAHA: and a system never seen before see how he steps in this unknown world

I will daily publish 1-2 chapters of this novel

But then it was.

 "What's funny?"

 Coleman, who was appointed this season, caught the eyes of both men.

 One is 28-year-old defensive midfielder Mikel Aranburu.

 The other was the 34-year-old Darko Kova? Evi ?.

 Both teams are famous for their thick, tucked players.

 In a word, Kevačevich, a Serbian native, was famous for being a child.

 If it was a mistake, Lee Chan-soo spoke to the media and complained.

 Then he opened his mouth.

 "Ah ~ You don't know it's the first time this year.  Until last year, there were Koreans on our team.  It's Korean Beckham.  큭큭. "

 "so?"

 "Huh.  Do you know what he did in the upcoming interview? "

 "I said it was a dream to go to Real Madrid with a ransom.  It's like a sensational guy. "

 "Puhahahaha!  I need to know the level. "

 When Mikkel Aranburu next to help, Kovacevich collapsed.

 But Coleman did.

 "Why are you bringing the story here?"

 "Yes?"

 "I can't understand it.  How does that relate to this situation now? "

 The director comes to the front and talks eagerly, and he talks in one corner and blurs the mood.

 It was unthinkable for a young Wales manager, Coleman.

 This is not school.

 'You're going crazy.'

 Holding the baton two months ago, he wanted to straighten the team.

 I didn't intend to change the character of the player, but I wanted to have a chance to make the map easier.

 But it was not as easy as I thought.

 Coleman is 37, only three years old from Kovacevich.

 Moreover, the Spanish Riggers were so fiery, that they were susceptible to friction.

 Coleman, who was familiar with British culture, was having great difficulty.

 But thanks to the constant effort came all the way here, the team was very open when I first came.

 'There was a reason why he was relegated to the Second Division last year.'

 The problem with this team was self-evident.

 Severe force and selfishness.

 Aranburu and Kovacevich were ruining the team.

 In my heart, Coleman wanted to throw them out right away, but he couldn't.

 Because they know if you're good.

 So Coleman compromised on the right line.

 "The victor is smiling.  It's not too late to laugh after winning. "

 "Well?"

 "I say.  Focus.  Woo-young is never a partner to ignore.  It's one of the top leagues in terms of personal power.  The young guy. "

 Kovacevich shook his back at Coleman's serious voice.

 "I know.  How good the kid is.  It's a fact of knowing the passing mud pups. "

 "But I wonder why you can afford that."

 "I'm 17 years professional life this year.  And he's only two months old. "

 Kovacevich's face is full of seriousness.

 Then knocked his head with a tap, index finger.

 "I'm good at soccer, but I'm still young here.  Besides, I know Korean well.  It's very bloody.  So you can aim for it. "

 "Please tell me the specific plans, not the clouds."

 "It's a plan, just leave it to me."

 Old age of senior citizens and affordability.

 Kovacevich was confident.

 "I'll teach you what a pro is."

 12 September.

 "town."

 Evil voices came from the Valdevevas 2nd Army gym.

 It was a groan of training Ho-young.

 "F-ha!"

 Strengthening around the knee muscles.

 It was to prevent injuries when you might get hurt.

 Injuries are indispensable for a player whose main weapon is breakthrough, but he was especially careful in his youth.

 In addition, as the height grew rapidly for a year and reached a height of 180 centimeters, I had to pay more attention to body correction.

 Therefore, Ho Young has been continuously training various muscle strengthening exercises including body balance correction since last year.

 Naturally, there has been a quantum leap in talent related to physical.

 The customized training set up by the club is training, but in fact, Zidane's tutoring was a huge help.

 I've had more than 10 talents that I've been with for the past year.

 Of course, now Zidane is very busy, so there's no time to train, but it's safe to say that A-class is almost coveted.

 It was a good year.

 In addition, professional players in the second division had a lot of B-class talent, so they had quite a talent to covet every game.

 There was no place for training.

 In other words, you are on the best route you can take.

 If this is the case, there was nothing neat in the middle.

 'There are four main factors that can ruin the prospect.'

 I remembered something I saw on the Internet the other day.

 1. Change your hair style without changing your hair

 2. Do you boast about money because of the taste of money?

 3. Make a glamorous girlfriend who is 4 years old or older

 4. Meet the same tutor teacher

 It's called 'fundamentalism'.

 It sounds like you're laughing, but it's worth it.

 But there was nothing to Hoyoung.

 Rather, he was deliberately immersed in football, alerting them.

 And today.

 Finally, the result was achieved.

 A few weeks ago, after exploring Riquelme's playmaking, there was "Kaka's Talent Transfer", which was today.

 [Football Prince's Playmaking (U) and Traitor's Playmaking (U) succeeded in synthesizing.]

 [Covets Intact Playmaking (W)]

 [W (World) is a very unique talent that can't be found in similar world history, and no one can imitate it.]

 [The size of your bowl is so small that it can't completely capture the perfect playmaking (W).  But the talent of the football prodigy makes it possible.]

 [It takes 180 days → 90 days to fully bring talent.  You cannot explore other talents for 90 days.]

 The only talent in the world (U).

 And that's what W.

 The ingenuity of the talent means that it is unprecedented in world history.

 "Hou."

 Hoyoung's chest swelled up like a balloon.

 Flutter and excitement.

 If you feel like pioneering a new continent, I wondered if this was the case.

 But for a while, tensions and vague fears crept up.

 The burden made my heart heavy.

 'Innocent.'

 It was never a matter of thinking lightly.

 No matter how innocent, but if you use it properly, it is innocent.

 What matters is the possibility of coexistence.

 Kaka's playmaking with fast speed.

 Riquelme's playmaking with a slow aesthetic.

 Whether the two talents that run the pole and the pole can be harmonized without conflict, it was the key factor to determine success or failure.

 So there was no answer right now.

 I also needed a price.

 effort.

 'You don't have to worry.'

 Now it is a good reason not to think deeply about these problems.

 It's decided what you can do in the first place.

 Let's do it first.

 September 16.

 Castilla's squad went to Estadio Anoeta for the fourth round of the league.

 It was not only them.

 Despite being five hours away by car, many Castilla fans followed.

 So too, his opponent was Real Sociedad, who was in the first division last year.

 After the relegation, the power was cut in half, but no matter how strong it was.

 It was obviously going to be a fun game.

 Supporters broke the voice.

 "Bamos!"

 "Castilla!"

 "Bamos!"

 "Castilla !!"

 ¡Vamos, Castilla.

 Strongly supported by Castilla Supporters, Castilla players appeared on the field.

 Player name was called one by one, the moment came to Hoyeong's turn.

 [Numero 43, Hoyoung Woo!]

 "¡Vamos!"

 "Castilla!"

 "¡Vamos!"

 "Castilla !!"

 Advance!

 At that call, the players' hands turned to the left chest.

 When the hand was placed under the emblem, the crowd's voice faded away.

 Madriddimos.

 Grace, temperance, honor.

 It was defined as the aristocratic spirit of Real Madrid.

 As such, Castilla's players were building rapport with the crowd.

 "You're shaking."

 There was a snarling voice on the right.

 Hoyoung's eyes turned towards him.

 The man, wearing a white and blue vertical stripe uniform, was muttering, writing a low word.

 [Darco Kovacevich]

 Talent

 Superior jump power (A-)

 Excellent heading (B + 3)

 Clever Positioning (B +)

 Abundant activity (B +)

 -(View more)

 (If you meet the conditions, you can find one talent.)

 (Condition 1: win the game)

 (Condition 2: Provoke to get angry)

 (Condition 3: record 1 attack point)

 Target striker Kovacevich.

 It was about to shake hands with him.

 "What suits you is not a uniform, but a uniform.  I'm a new baby with milk. "

 It's a provocation from the start.

 It was rather embarrassing.

 Because it was my first experience.

 "Woo, don't mind.  Because he's famous for that. "

 Tim Captain's advice was Miguel Torres.

 Ho-young had already ignored him.

 'Do you think this kind of provocation will work?'

 I don't know if you should grow a beard.

 How funny would that be?

 Roh Young's eyes turned sharp.

 Eyes for eyes, teeth for teeth.

 Let's play somewhere.

 Half line.

 Covacevich's eyes facing such a boom also changed.

 I narrowed my eyes like a snake and glanced up and down the lake.

 On the surface, it may seem lame, but in fact Kovacevich was quite expensive in this regard.

 The trick is to provoke your opponent to induce a red card.

 The youth who had kneeled before him were not one or two.

 'If you think it's going crazy.'

 I wanted to roll Woo-young mad.

 I wanted to watch him squeeze out of his mental.

 He vowed to show clearly that he is the senior of the professional 17 year car.

 And it was only after a cool autumn breeze passed that he began to wait.

 Beep!

 Shortly after Kovacevich and Woo-young's eyes collided in the air, the referee's whistle dropped on the field.

 The axis is Castile.

 widely.

 Jose Cayejon pushed the ball back to Ho Young.

 And waited.

 "!"

 Kovacevich ran like a starving wolf.

 Hijuk.

 He was smiling.

 It's hard to lose the ball because it's 9 meters away, but I thought it would be enough to instill Woo Ho Young's fear.

 But that was just a delusion.

 Kvačević's face filled with grumpy moments collapsed.

 "···!"

 Ho Young, who was reconsidering the timing, painted paint with a rhythmic samba rhythm to induce Kovacevich.

 "큭 ···!"

 Cobache Beach was fooled by a deceptive footwork as if a snake moved.

 What happened unintentionally.

 Kovacice eventually lost his balance and fell to one side.

 Hoyoung safely kept the ball and slowly turned it to the side.

 bang!

 Indeed, a fiery personality.

 Kovacevich, smashing the grass with rage, appeared on the billboard.

 "Fuck!"

 Kovacevich.

 With a grand plan, he was provoked against Ho's creative personality.

 "I don't have blood on my head."

 Hijuk.

 At that, Ho-young raised one of his mouths.

 I don't speak out loud, but Hoyoung's face was saying this.

 Get up, you bastard, we haven't started yet.

 I mean.

 And the figure, someone in the stands was watching carefully.

 'You don't eat seeds.  Provocation is excluded.  No psychological warfare. '

 The guy with the M-shaped head.

 Flying from Catalonia, he was preparing for a fatal showdown.

Woo Hoyoung has returned to the past and gained the ability to steal the abilities of others!

His goal is to now become the greatest soccer player to have ever existed.

A fiber of connection from miles away...



Our places on this earth are divided by oceans setting us apart from one continent to another. Several countries speaking several languages to understand each other. People with several cultures and beliefs. Different personalities and opinions.

In this chaotic world, we live in called real life we search for a place to escape from that reality. To be accepted as who or what we are. We have found that in the music we sing. In the books, we read. In the movies we watch. In the places, we travel and visit. Everywhere in which we get inspiration to face reality head-on.

We write stories or poems to inspire others, reading the words we weave from our own world. For some of us, it is simply an escape from reality into a world in which we can use our imaginations to dream make-believe or to live our secret fantasies or just plain be creative.

Getting on the web gives us more ways to share and get connected to other people with the same kind of thinking from across the ocean. Some of the people we meet along the way give us reasons to smile again. It's where we become friends, get to know them well, and get so close that we even trust them enough to share our own greatest fears.

I was a living a kind of living death when I found solace here on Stories Space. A place to write, camouflaging my hatred and sadness from myself when I was reading all the poetry and fictional fantasies created by the writers. I found another escape from reality and indulged in reading.

My feelings from my own troubles in life had made me feel so empty that only through laughter and reading could I be free and somewhat whole again.

I made my own heaven in purgatory.

A friend told me to write down all of my pains and troubles in poems or stories. Another friend of mine told me to be fierce in my poetry writing. I found friends who helped me give my own life a reason to continue living again through writing.

Writing makes me calm every time my mind gets into a panic mode. The pains and the fears of the unknown are my muses for writing.

When I met someone who understood me and made me feel needed and loved my poetry changed its tune. It made me think of happy thoughts. I got inspired by the things I saw and the happy memories of my childhood that I could write about.

Painful memories and realities were always there and so I wrote about them from time to time.

When that someone left me I continued writing. The same inner muse I had gained I used to keep on writing.

Then, out of nowhere, I got to know you. I became happy again. This time I got even more inspired and more creative, experimenting with my writings.

I set aside my shyness and reservations to write creatively. I still can't overcome some of my shyness and reservation but I am blooming, inspired by you.

You became my muse.

The man in the moon. The stars in my darkest hours. When at night I can't sleep thinking of you calms me to sleep.

The sunshine after the heavy storm. Where all the dead trees come to life again. That keeps me warm when everything gets chilly.

My own little heaven in my real life purgatory.

Writing...

Rune's Prose & Poetries

LUCID DREAMS

my wandering crazy mind is just doodling in the sands...

it's just me ...this is a collection of my amateurish writings of poetry, short stories, and prose...

These are all short stories compilation a different story per chapter.

WARNING: Adult contents, please be advised that you're reading EROTICA


ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
RuneMcGrey
Copyright©2014-present

All writings remains MEG Cabingan a.k.a. RuNe also known as runemcgrey's property.
Don't use it for any other purposes without her permission.

....
I'd like everyone to know that things may get confusing.

This fanfic creates a separate timeline from the original version.

Things could either be the same as the movie or comics or completely unacceptably different.

Apologies beforehand if it's not to your liking.
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Previously on Spartan in marvel....
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Shit happened.... and by shit I mean Tony got to have sex with pepper and The spartan was unfortunately forgotten....,,,,,,,... or was he 
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Early in the morning Pepper pots had just woken from great sex unfortunately she had a corporation to run so off she went picking her clothes off the floor and heading to the bathroom to wash the cum off her body.
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on her way back up stairs she ran into something hard and nearly fell that is until she was caught in a cold metallic grip looking up she had to fight almost screaming as she saw the spartan that she had forgotten about.

"GOD!!!! DONT Do that". slowly Pepper had come to acknowledge the fact that she hadn't exactly put on her clothes just yet and the ones that she was using to cover herself with tumbled down toward the floor like a world war 2 bomber blown out of the sky.

Back to Pepper she was currently blushing up a storm helped back to her feet by the Spartan Pepper quickly picked up her clothes, giving the spartan a good view of herself, and ran off upstairs away from the Spartan not saying a word.

Once Pepper reached her room she closed the door behind her falling backwards onto the door breathing a little bit harder her face was flushed red she felt a heat resonating from her.

...(Peppers thoughts).'did i just bend down and make a show on purpose, Come on Pepper what are you doing well what aren't we doing I mean if Tony can have sex with who ever he wants why cant I.'

Shaking her head she quickly went to the bathroom to wash up.

Back with Tony the dude was just getting up and was quite satisfied with the sex, speaking of sex he slowly recalled that he still had a reporter to 'TALK TO'.

Getting some pants on Tony was also heading up for a quick shower walking up stairs and passing by the spartan he simply said morning and walked straight forward to his room.

The Spartan just staired at them not really saying much except for heading to his room and removing his armour so he could take a shower.

(I guess its shower central I dont know why Lol)

After everyone was freshened up Tony called for 118 as he had a meeting to get to with the rest of the avengers.

After fixing up his portable iron man suit..............

............ READERS I HAVE TO APOLOGIZE.... i have not been updating frequently. im under a lot of pressure im close to being droped from my early college highschool. on the bright side if i am dropped im more likely to spend more time . writing my fanfics and novels. i may upload a paterons so as to make this a full career. during the last couple of days i have broke my ipad and my phone losing access to webnovel for a bit and losing access to discord.  im curently borrowing a laptop so i guess ill see how it goes i cant help but get super tired out by these mundane scenes like i can barely read them and writing them is even more unbarable. its ironic because i hate writing and reading and im terrible at writing yet im striving to be an author. i guess i just got tired of not being able to read something i wanted to read and resorted to creating it instead.   so this is probably a glimps of the next chapter. umm so im super unsure about the future there goes my associates degree in biology. also im sick so im missing valuable days of education that isnt helping my dire situation as i have like 4 college courses along with my highschool courses intotal i have probably like 12 or 14 coursrs im taking. and im probably heading to school today as i already missed a day yesterday for being sick im still sick but probably not sick enough to miss another day. well its 1:56 and im gonna go back to watching Hotel Beau Sejour until i pass out from exuastion.

His name is Jackson 118 of the Spartans 2 program. He will be forced into a world not his own. Must use his spartan training to overcome obstacles that he will face.

um I dont own halo or marvel

I like to think the spartan is my own creation but like it's more like a creation of the people so I hes publicly available for use any one can use him please do and give me a shout out I'd love to hear about other stories https://discord.gg/uVvkXwy 

that should still be available contact me I may respond I prefer snap but oh well

Seeing how stunned and confused Heidi was, Lucien said with a smile, "I like to listen to and write music when I am free, and Mr. Oliver likes to watch and create plays. That's essentially the same as you playing games. It's just a form of recreation. As long as you are not addicted to it and your arcana studies and magic abilities are not affected, there will be no problems at all."
Whether a thing was good or bad highly depended on one's attitude toward it.
Heidi and the students were not exactly scared of being criticized by their teacher. It was just that Lucien's criticism often came with a lot of "homework", such as the studies on the quantum field theory and the exercises about the new products in mathematics. It was a nightmare that they could not forget for the rest of their lives.
"Rest assured, Master. We have only devised the game to test certain modules. We won't be addicted to it." Heidi promised Lucien on behalf of her team.
Looking at the game on the screen, Lucien had a lot of mixed feelings. Although it was rather shabby, it already had the looks of the game that he was familiar with. "Let's call it Ally Tetris. As a matter of fact, game design is a good thing."
Huh? Even the shy, introvert guys like Annick were surprised.
"Sorcerers need relaxation and entertainment too. Do you not feel that the regular ways of entertainment, like opera, play, concert, ball, and Arcana Voice, are too few?" Lucien said half-jokingly. As for hunting and the other activities that nobles liked, they were not very popular among sorcerers. "Also, it will help build up the image of arcanists and sorcerers. Think about it. If there is a game that simulates adventures so that ordinary people can play as sorcerers and sense how marvelous magic is when it is used to deal with monsters and in daily applications, they will be more and more into magic."
Heidi's eyes beamed with interest, but she immediately frowned and said, "Even though the ordinary people can afford such games right now, the 'artificial intelligence' at present cannot support such a complicated game at all. Also, we are too busy with all the research programs in hand to design any other games. We have to continue the studies on magic crystals, and we need to try to melt alchemical life and artificial intelligence…"
"I'm not asking you to design it in person. There must be a hundred arcanists who are studying 'artificial intelligence' with you, aren't there? You can let them play a part. Also, the design of a game can be separated from magic. It's like writing a 'play' in the language of 'artificial intelligence'. In such a way, the job can be outsourced to the ordinary people who do not have talents in magic. You'll be creating new jobs for the kingdom," Lucien suggested casually.
"Outsource?" It was the first time that Heidi heard the notion, but she understood her teacher's meaning well. After all, her teacher was most famous for the terms that he invented. "In such a case, the simple modules can be outsourced too, but we have to devise courses… However, the most important thing right now is to improve the performance of 'artificial intelligence'."
Speaking of games, she suddenly remembered something else and asked in confusion and curiosity, "Master, the massive live stream screen was ready to be manufactured half a year ago, but why hasn't 'Arcana Voice' been live-streamed yet?"
Thanks to their studies on "artificial intelligence", the screen that could display images was invented very soon. Although a lot of efforts were spent on lowering the cost, maintaining the color, and reducing the size, and there were no products available for even the nobles yet, the large live-stream screens could already be manufactured and deployed in the squares of important cities. Thankfully, there weren't many such squares, so the Congress of Magic could still afford it. Heidi had also obtained abundant revenue through the patent from it.
"'Arcana Voice' is a radio channel. All the programs have been designed for the sound-only feature. Now that the screen displays images, many programs are no longer appropriate. So, we have to devise new programs. The interviews, interpretations, and music shows can be live-streamed, but not the others. Otherwise, why would we bother to use images? To see what the storyteller looks like?" Lucien had been teaching the Sky Radio Station new concepts and recruiting new workers.
Some of the new recruits were even ordinary people without any magic talents, but they were smart and had the most creative ideas.
Heidi understood what her teacher meant and nodded with mixed feelings. "I wonder when we can see the first real live stream…"
"Perhaps, it will be sooner than you expected…" Lucien smiled subtly.
...
A few days later, at the beginning of the Month of Scorch (August), in the city square of Rentato…
A white pillar of water erupted to the sky from the pool made of stones and fell to all directions like a waterfall, raising spindrifts on the clear water. It was noisy and loud, but no one around was upset. They even approached it, trying to drive away the heat on them. 
On the opposite side of the famous spring was a weird enormous screen. It was transparent and complicated, and unique parts could be vaguely seen inside.
"Why do you think there have been no live streams when the screen has been established for five months?" A citizen asked Longman, his child.
Longman was much taller than before. As a student of the fourth grade in the first generic school, he was already a knowledgeable scholar in the eyes of neighbors and friends. Although he lacked extraordinary talents in magic, he was praised by his teacher for distinguished mathematical aptitude. Longman's parents were very proud of him and subconsciously considered their kid as a scholar, asking him whenever they had a question.
"'Live stream' is not an activity, but more like a program like 'Arcana Voice'…" Longman explained according to what he learned in school.
Right then, the enormous screen suddenly emanated gentle brightness.
"It's glittering! It's glittering!"
"There's a live show?"
"Why didn't 'Arcana Voice' announce it?"
In the square, everybody became noisy as the place was filled with confusion and excitement.
Longman and his parents ended the discussion and focused their eyes on the screen.
What would the live show be? They really looked forward to it!
After the enormous changes brought by the development of arcana and magic, the citizens of Rentato lived every day in shock and delight, so they all looked forward to the unexpected live show.
As the light stabilized, two figures appeared on the screen, one male and the other female.
The female had long hair and was wearing a long dress. The citizens who still remembered the last live stream well recognized that she was Ms. Nightingale. The male, on the other hand, was a typical Holmish man, with black hair, blue eyes, and a mustache that represented his manhood. He was wearing a neat tuxedo as if he were going for dinner.
"Hello, everyone, I am your old friend Nightingale. This is an experiment on live streaming, so it was not announced in advance in 'Arcana Voice'. Now, you will witness the first live stream from the satellite television channel of Allyn." Fearing that she was too nervous, Louise had cast a 'Mechanized Mind' on herself. She said with a sweet smile but was not really smiling, "The gentleman sitting next to me is also your old friend. He is Mr. Caron, who is the host of 'Man and Nature'."
"Man and Nature?" Longman and the other citizens watched the screen enthusiastically, wondering why Mr. Caron was asked to co-host with Ms. Nightingale.
Caron said with a smile, "I'm too nervous to say anything right now. So, let's start today's 'Man and Nature' immediately."
The moment his voice fell down, the transparent "glass" behind them released a gentle light that filled the screen.
As the light gradually faded, a green, refreshing meadow appeared before the eyes of the audience.
The meadow seemed boundless. Wherever their eyes could reach, everything was green, and a hideous monster with three horns was lurking in the grasses, having no idea that it was being observed by hundreds of thousands of humans.
"This is…" Longman looked at the screen, shocked at the unimaginable meadow. He had never seen such a broad meadow and such refreshing greenness.
The shock spread out in the hearts of everybody in the square. Jane, Ali, and Banus, wherever they were, were shocked from the bottom of their hearts after seeing the view of the meadow. It was more magnificent and beautiful than they could ever imagine.
"This is the prairie south to the desert in the Gusta Empire…" Caron interpreted it with his magnetic voice.
Was this a prairie?
Was it the south of the Gusta Empire?
For most people in the four kingdoms of the strait and the north coastline, the furthest places that they went to in their whole lifetimes were the cities next to them. The Gusta Empire was almost a different world for them. So, they never thought that they could witness a prairie in person.
So, that was what it looked like!
The three-horned monster lurked in the grasses carefully under public observation, before it lunged out and bit a lone goat in its neck!
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!" The clear image made everybody exclaim in shock!
Longman, on the other hand, had only one idea in his head. That was arcana… That was magic… They turned the impossible things possible and allowed ordinary people to see the faraway scenery without leaving their hometowns!


"A falling star has brought the chaos. The throne of fate has lost its master. The nonbeliever who walks in light and darkness will make his debut."
In this magic world, knowledge is power.

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