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?

"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.

"Hmm.. let's just ignore all the people then. " 

They sat there talking and teasing each other for some more time before heading to their respective homes. 


ONE YEAR LATER

Shradha walked into  Computer Science department. She had to meet the dean of the department regarding her project. After discussing for 45 minutes about the project, the dean wanted to speak to her regarding future plans and higher studies. He gave examples of a few seniors who were currently pursuing masters abroad and urged Shradha to think about masters. He seemed to think that with her grades, projects and coding experience all the good universities were within reach. He had said it would increase her value in the job market. Shradha had promised to research further about scholarships and other things for his sake. 

"At home, dad wants to increase my value in the wedding market; here the dean wants to increase my value in the job market. Why are people behind increasing my value !?" Shradha murmured jokingly. She walked to her scooty thinking Nishant would have enjoyed that dialogue. 

Within one year, a lot of things had changed, not just for Shradha and Nishant, but for others as well.  Prithvi and Rohan were integral part of their life and 4 of them hung out a lot at Rohan's apartment. Technically it was a shared place between  Prithvi and Rohan but  Prithvi paid only a small part of the rent while all other expenses were taken care by Rohan. They knew very well how to balance each others family and financial situation. Rohan was from a wealthy family in Delhi while  Prithvi was from a lower middle class family in Bengaluru.  Prithvi stayed in hostel as his home was far from college and daily commute was tiresome, but he visited home regularly. Rohan accompanied him most of time as  Prithvi's parents knew that he was homesick. So they showered Rohan with love and care. Rohan's family was grateful to know that someone was taking care of their precious son well. So they had never objected Rohan even when he spent a lot of money for  Prithvi. Both families were happy about their friendship.

Nishant had been spending a major part of his day in their apartment. He thought that their apartment was the perfect place for him to work on his writing. He would go back home mostly for eating and speaking in the night. Sheela had been really unhappy about this development, but there was nothing she could do. Her son did not respond to her emotional blackmails like earlier. In a way he had grown immune to her words. He would just smile and get on with his work. Nishant always tried his best not to be rude to Sheela or fight with her. He would just listen to her without actually listening to her and never argued back. This was the tactic his father had taught him secretly and this trick saved Nishant from stress. Then again, he hardly spent time at home. Writing had become one of the important part of Nishant and somehow Rohan's bachelor pad was the perfect place for him to be creative and write. Nishant had also been taking more responsibilities at lit club and he had been the chief editor of the college magazine for the last few months. 

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****Ongoing re-write****


‘Agar Tum Saath Ho’ means ‘If you are with me’ in Hindi. These simple words could explain how shradha felt about Nishant. He was her sole source of energy; He was the only person who could sense her emotional distress and calm her down easily. He was her best friend, her guide, and also whoever she wanted him to be. To Nishant, Shradha was like a breath of fresh air. She always pushed him beyond his comfort level and helped him rediscover himself. She was his strength and also his weakness. 

Shradha was the girl who was considered as ‘bad influence’, while Nishant was the ‘good guy’, who was role model to many students and even parents. They had nothing in common except for the fact that both of them were lonely and maybe a little broken. 

Nishant and Shradha came together by coincidence. Their relationship started with simple friendship, which slowly grew into strong bond. He could show his silliness only in front of her while she could afford to show her real self only to him. Despite constant opposition from their family, Shradha and Nishant had continued to be ‘best friends’ and nothing else. 
They were each others ‘first’ in many things and even when the whole world could see how they were already in relationship, Nishant and Shradha could not see the obvious.
When they finally realized they have been in love the whole time, all it took was changing the status on social media.

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 --- October 22, 2017/ 3 months ago ---
 
I and my best friend Margie Rose Domingo are walking to the school ground trying to head our way home. I swear I feel so tired and stressed after that long remedial exam given by our professor since he said that our records are hanging low so all his class stayed late just to comply. The whole school surroundings are now starting to darken but few students are also heading home. 
 
"Wow! I can't believe sir did it again. It's already late see, it's already 6:10 and I'm so tired." I said as I fixe my shoulder bag into my right shoulder, I simply look at my friend beside me seeing her also worn out face.
 
"Yap talks about much too much reminders for next semester. Did you take that form they had given us?" my best friend and partner in many crazy things Margie Rose Domingo asks as I just nod and looks at the trail going to the main road.
 
"Well, what can I say? They must be worried we might transfer to another schools. I am starting to get pressured by this course's subjects. The teachers are giving us too expensive projects and such. It's too stressing for me." I said with a deep sigh of weariness while I rub my aching neck.
 
"Forget that, I'm starving. Can we stop for food?" said Rose while she rubs her stomach that made me and her to laugh. 
 
"Say, whoever had the lowest grade in Creative writing shall treat for our meal." Rose said while winking at me, our teacher in that subject is a terror so I bet our grades are hanging.
 
"Game! That's our deal. Make sure you have extra money there alright." I said jokingly while smirking as we both take our class cards in our bags.
 
"Okay, as we agreed the one with a lowest grade shall pay. On the count of three we shall show our class card." Rose said and I nod thinking that I can pay since I have some extra money with me if ever I lose.
 
We both count into three then show our class cards making Rose grunt upon seeing my grade. I smile in triumph seeing that I have an 87 on my creative writing while 86 on Rose' making me do the victory dance we both usually do.
 
"Alright! A deal is a deal no back outs." I said as Rose sigh then smiles nodding.
 
"No problem." Rose said making me look at her in surprise.
 
"A-Are you sure. Don't tell me you got paid with your part time job in that CD store?" I said looking at my hard working friend who has a part time job on the CD store where I usually hang out just to accompany her.
 
"Hmnn yap. Don't worry about it." Rose said making me sigh knowing that my friend is working none stop because of her mother's medication. 
 
We are walking on the side walk when my cellphone starts to ring. I immediately open my bag and take my cellphone out just to look at it in surprise upon seeing my father's caller Id that made me furrow my eyebrows. I reluctantly slides the answer button somehow I don't know why but I feel so nervous, I slowly place my cellphone on my right ear.
 
"Hello pa." I said waiting for him to speak.
 
When I hear what he say I place my cellphone back into my pocket then looks at my friend looking so apologetic.  Rose look at me wondering while I shake my head looking so dismayed.
 
"What's wrong?" Rose said as she looks at me.
 
"Sorry Rose I have to head back home as soon as possible. They said there is something important they need to tell me. Let's eat out next time. I feel bad since this is our last day together." I said as I look at Rose really dismayed.
 
"Too bad, it's already semester break and the school will be on emergency break making it 3 months of break. We won't see each other again for that long. Are you going back to your province straightaway?" Rose said as we continue walking towards the jeep's station.
 
"I don't know; it's just a little bit weird why my parents are here this late without telling me earlier that they will be here. Something must have come up. I'll text you if ever we can get a chance to eat out.�� I sadly said before I wave my friend goodbye. 
 
"Okay, call or text me okay." Rose waves back towards me on the window of the jeep after she sits on the jeep.
 
As I quietly sit on the jeep I start think as to why my parents are here this late and are waiting for me at my uncle Oliver's house. I wonder why they ask me to head home as soon as possible, that I should immediately head to my uncle Oliver's house and not to the boarding house I am staying which is just beside my uncle's house. The tone of my father's voice made me really nervous. He seems to be so sad while I speak to him a while ago. When I arrive at the gate of Uncle Oliver's house I see an expensive car parked into uncle's frond yard, I sigh then I enter the gate quietly.
 
"Odd, do they have a guest today? This is my first time seeing a car like this visiting uncle. Not to mention it is already late. For a guest to be here on a time like this they must be someone close but I never seen this car before." I said in wonder as I look closely to that expensive looking black car.
 
I slowly climb the stairs towards my uncle's porch and then I stop in front of the door. I sigh while I stand near the door of my uncle's house, I am still deciding if I will knock or just press that darn door bell. I don't know why but I feels so nervous, like something ominous is about to happen. Somewhat, I feel so uneasy. I take a deep breath and slowly knock. The door opens revealing my elementary crush, Michael Adamson. He has this sun tanned skin, black clean cut hair, 6'4 height, muscular built, gray eyes and reddish lips. He is what I call a sun tan god.
 
"Hi. Uhmnn Anna this uhmnn warn you.... I-I just want to warn you. B-be ready for anything that will about to happen. Come in." Michael said as he steps aside to let me in. 
 
I feel so nervous most especially when he said that. The way he said it sound like trouble is about to come.
 
"O-kay.... what is going on?" I ask still confused to what he just said, this is the first time Michael talk to me first but the sound of his hoarse voice made me very nervous.
 
"J-Just be ready, because everything you know is about to change." He said with an awkward smile.
 
I am confused upon hearing what he said. This made me even nervous and uneasy, my relationship with Michael ever since elementary is so cold and yah! Nothing at all, we never talked to each other normally. Even from the time he came to stay with my uncle for college and that we see each other every day since we are walking on the same places every time, yet we never have shared a very interesting conversation at all. We seem to feel awkward with each other's presence thus the cold ice we feel every time one is near.
 
"Ah, Michael. W-what do you mean by that? A-are my parents in here?" I ask trying to hide my blushing face and that nervousness I am feeling. 
 
He smiles and signs me towards the kitchen so I now got my answer to where my parents are. 
 
"Th-They have been waiting for you in there. Ahmnnn Anna, good luck." He said making my face burn but at the same time my heart beats fast. 
 
I don't know if it's because Michael talks to me casually for the first time or that he smiled handsomely OR for something else?
 
"R-Right, thanks." I just said acting cool about it.
 
Michael closes the door and he walks towards the sofa right at the living room and sits beside Casper and Ian. Casper, Ian, and Nina are watching a movie; those 3 are my Uncle Oliver's children and my really unsocial cousins but they are cool when you get to be open up with them. Michael on the other hand is related to my Uncle Oliver's family because Michael's father is distant relative of my Uncle Oliver's wife, Aunt Cedes. And when Michael's father died my aunt take him into their house to help him study and she pays for Michael's studies in exchange he must stay to Uncle Oliver's house and help in his shop. Aunt Cedes is abroad so we seldom see her during our stay here.
 
"Anna dear, is that you? Come on here at the kitchen we have been waiting for you." I hear my uncle's call from the kitchen and since their kitchen and living room table are separated with a wall divider, I can't see who are there or if my parents are there. 
 
I take a deep breath when I see my niece Clayra running towards me and then keep on pulling my bag so I had no choice but to let my cute 4 years old niece have it. 
 
"Careful Clayra." I said as I watch how she is struggling to carry my bag towards the sofa where the others are sitting.
 
I slowly walk towards the kitchen divider as Clayra sit on the sofa next to Michael and starts to ransack my bag. I instantly turn red at the thought that Michael is looking into the content of my bag. My so messy and full bag, not to mention all my class cards are there so he can see my not so well but doing fine grades. I see that Clayra found what she is looking for when she stops looking into my shoulder bag and left it scattered on the sofa beside Michael. 
 
"Too messy." I utter almost a whisper looking at my niece's mess.
 
I shake my head and sighs upon seeing all my papers, class cards and notebooks scattered there while Clayra sit happily as she opens the candy she found. Michael looks at me and then he smiles, he starts to pick all my stuff and carefully return it into the bag. When he looks at me I mouth him my thanks before I take one last deep breath before I continue heading towards the kitchen just to see my parents and my 3 siblings, my elder sister Arsey the mother of my niece, my brother Ezzar and my sister Daisy sitting on the wide dining table together with my uncle Oliver and 3 new faces. 
 
"Hel-lo." I softly said as I nervously look at them, I somehow feel uneasy about this.
 
There is this lovely lady who turns to look at me and starts to cry. She has this dark hairs and fair skin; she is wearing a blue dress while her hair is in messy bun. Beside the lady is a man who is patting the lady's back as his eyes gazes at me, weird. The man has this black hair and a tan skin; he is also wearing a formal suit, those types we usually see worn by business men. On the other side of the man is another man, a man in his 50's and is also looking at me..... so weird. In front of the man is a black bag or in business term, a brief case.
 
"Oh don't just stand there dear. Come and sit so we can start... explaining things." My mother Mary Marcelo said sadly who is sitting beside my father August Marcelo. 
 
I sigh before I walk towards an empty seat just in front of the 3 visitors. I slowly sit and notice that their eyes are all towards me. My heart starts to pound heavily. What trouble did I cause this time? Who are these 3 weird visitors who look at me as if they are looking into a food? But despite of my thundering heartbeat and nervousness I have to act cool about this.
 
"U-uhmmnn what is going on?" I manage to say as I look around the table to look at my family's faces.
 
Why do I feel so uneasy about all of these? I look at my family and I can feel this dark sad aura surrounding them making me scared and nervous. But when I look at the two new faces in front of me, I feel this uncertain warmth in my heart... so weird. To my observation they must be couple seeing how the handsome 30's looking man hugs the woman who is also so pretty and looking like in her 30's to. The way they are looking at me makes me feel so warm, happy, nervous, and scared also not to mention I feel like vomiting all at ones. Who are they and why is the atmosphere feel so tight? Why does my parents look so sad and distressed?
 

Every one of us must have watch or read any fairy tale books in our entire life. Fairy tale story like: Snow white, sleeping beauty and our famous Cinderella. It must be great to live in a rich life where everything you want is given or provided, a life with servants at our disposal, and a life with a handsome prince charming ready to save us. But.....THIS certain story is not like any fairy tale story we had read and watched. This story is about being brave, being you and being who you want to be.

Anna Marie Marcelo is like any normal college girl who dreamed of a fairy tale like life but ends up accepting the reality that she is a farmers’ daughter and that’s just it. This made her study hard and work harder for the dream she wants to achieve in the near future. Together with her friend Margie Rose Domingo, they both face the reality of their boring, normal yet contented life.

A sudden change happens to Anna that causes a stir into her normal life. She will find herself wearing gowns, expensive dresses, and high class jewelries and dine in the finest food chains. Meets handsome but arrogant princes charming. Almost like a fairy tale story….a Cinderella story, but THIS is not a fairy tale story THIS is HER story.

Xue Jing only wanted to sell to someone that gave him good vibes. Good vibes were hard to define, but somehow, he felt that he wouldn't be upset if he sold his flat to Fang Zhao and the apartment was completely renovated.
Just as Fang Zhao put it, different arrangers would handle the same song differently. Different styles would come out. Everyone was equally entitled to leave their mark. Any buyer was simply a temporary custodian of the property.
Property prices in Qi'an were quite high, especially in this neighborhood. Flats that were located on the 100th floor or higher usually cost at least 10,000 dollars per square meter. There was only one penthouse apartment in the building. The entire property took up some 200 square meters, but the flat only accounted for half of it. A garden and a parking space took up the other half.
The price tag was 10 million, which was cheap compared to similar properties in the area. The market value was no less than 20 million.
One of the reasons why real estate in that neighborhood was expensive was the presence of security guards and regular patrols. Quite a few Yanzhou celebrities bought homes in the area to avoid media attention. Xue Jing had bought this place back then because he'd wanted the peace and quiet. He was no celebrity, but he was quite influential in the music industry. Many people sought him out for favors, hoping a word from Xue Jing would translate into shortcuts. Xue Jing got so fed up he moved here. "There's another reason I invited you here, besides selling you my apartment. It's entirely up to you. No pressure," Xue Jing said.
Fang Zhao had thought a favor might be attached when Xue Jing had announced his asking price. Given Xue Jing was so generous with his pricing, Fang Zhao would comply as long as it wasn't too big of a favor.
"Please continue," Fang Zhao said.
"As you know, I'm not teaching these days, focusing instead on editing and writing textbooks." Xue Jing looked at Fang Zhao. "I'm working on a book about symphonic works. I'd like to use your songs as an example."
Xue Jing was writing a textbook that analyzed symphonies and served as a how-to primer. Symphonies were an offbeat genre. Music students tended to avoid the specialty. Even though symphonies enjoyed greater prestige within the industry, they weren't too popular.
Xue Jing wasn't only concerned with turning a profit. The elders in the industry didn't bother with symphonies, but the genre had to be preserved. Xue Jing didn't want to cut and paste like previous authors. He wanted to present contemporary examples. This would require Fang Zhao to discuss his creative vision, his sources of inspiration, and some memorable moments from the creative process. In short, Xue Jing wanted Fang Zhao to pass on his knowledge and expose more students to the genre of symphonies. It would be the equivalent of a master class in written form. Of course, it was up to Fang Zhao to decide how much to reveal.
"As you know, this isn't a hit single. There won't be much money in it." Xue Jing was frank.
Fang Zhao's emergence gave Xue Jing hope. The "100-Year Period of Destruction" series probably made for the most memorable symphonic pop songs in the past century. More importantly, the series was not condescending. It took the accessible form of pop music and reached a broad audience.
Many young composers were reluctant to share their creative insight, so Xue Jing thought Fang Zhao would take his time to consider the request. Little did he expect Fang Zhao to agree immediately.
"No problem."
But Fang Zhao wasn't actually that young. He was happy to share his knowledge and pass on the lessons he'd learned from the end of days. Human life was finite, but there were no bounds to shared experience and knowledge.
Xue Jing was delighted. "Terrific. Terrific. I'll add your name to the list of consulting editors."
Textbooks in the New Era—whether in print or electronic form—identified their authors clearly. University regulations also required them to identify their editors and consulting editors.
Normally, protocol dictated that if the length of your contribution was brief and the content wasn't essential to the book, you weren't listed as a contributing editor. Xue Jing was thinking Fang Zhao probably wouldn't share at length, but the fact that he was willing to open up and share was worth applauding. Xue Jing was glad to give him credit.
"My assistant will brief you on the mechanics of contributing to the book. You could also organize your thoughts ahead of time. As for the apartment, I'll send for packers right away. I'll have all the paperwork completed and the flat vacated in three days. There's no rush in paying me. If you can't pay the full amount in one go, you can pay in installments over a few years. No hurry."
"It's OK. I can pay in full now," Fang Zhao said.
Fang Zhao left the apartment after the conversation ended. Xue Jing had him chauffeured back to Silver Wing. Fang Zhao got a call from Zhu Zhen, Duan Qianji's assistant, while en route.
"Fang Zhao, someone from Leizhou wants to use the third movement in a movie soundtrack. They don't want to buy the song outright—just license it for 30 days." In other words, there would be a moratorium on the song's release in other formats for 30 days after the film began screening in theaters.
Orders like this from another continent were rare and often translated into new opportunities.
"We haven't discussed the price yet. Chairman Duan wants to get your OK first," Zhu Zhen said.
"To use on a soundtrack? It's a production company from Leizhou?"
"Yes. The deal will help promote the song, but the production company doesn't have a great reputation."
Every continent had protectionist measures in place to shore up their own music and film industries. "Cocoon Breach" was a good example that illustrated this trend. After the song was proven to have an impact on Hull virus patients, the publicity on other continents glossed over the title of the song or made brief mention of it. The focus was on its effect on Hull virus carriers and related topics. The medical discussion took precedence, obscuring any talk of Polar Light or details about the first and second movements.
It was one thing if the two songs were merely released as songs. But the two movements were inextricably linked to a virtual idol, so they were heavily censored in Leizhou.
Media coverage of the songs in Leizhou not only buried the title of the songs and the names of the composer and production company—Polar Light wasn't mentioned at all. Few people who read the news reports searched for the songs. The first two movements also weren't available for download outside of Yanzhou.
So what Duan Qianji had in mind was using the Leizhou film as an alternative platform, even though it might be a crappy production. Given the fact that the two songs were not available for download outside of Yanzhou, they could license them for placement in films. This didn't affect their marketing plan in Yanzhou.
But Duan Qianji was worried that Fang Zhao would find the placement degrading if the film was a mediocre production just judging from appearances. He might be turned off. That was why she had asked Zhu Zhen to run the plan by Fang Zhao first before entering into negotiations.
After being briefed by Zhu Zhen, Fang Zhao thought for about two seconds. "I'd like to get a sense of the plot of the film and where exactly the song will be placed."
"I'm not entirely clear on either. Let me get back to you."
Half an hour later, Zhu Zhen sent Fang Zhao an encrypted file that outlined the plot and where the third movement would be placed.
The document also listed the names of the production company and key investors as well as the main actors.
The credits would have meant nothing to someone outside the entertainment industry in Yanzhou. But anyone from Leizhou could tell from the names of the production company and investors that the film was a shameless ploy to promote a certain star. What wass funny was that, despite their corny story lines and shitty acting, films like this did OK at the box office. People usually bitched as they watched these movies online. They knew they were crap but they couldn't resist watching. Maybe it was a form of venting.
Fang Zhao spent an afternoon watching previous releases backed by the same production company and investors. He had his answer by sundown.
"I'll sign off on this. My only request is that the third movement only be used for the scene specified. There is no leeway on this. It can only be played then."


"Every time background music plays in my head, I feel like there is nothing to be afraid of." —Fang Zhao
Toward the end of the apocalyptic period, Fang Zhao lost his life. However, instead of dying, he found himself 500 years later in the body of a young and aspiring composer who shared the same name. Having received a second chance at life, Fang Zhao sets out to achieve the previous owner's dreams.
Armed with the experience of living through an apocalyptic age and his profession as a composer before that period, Fang Zhao uses his talent, wits, and knowledge to make his mark in the entertainment industry of the future.

(I'm gonna talk a bit about my personal journey so if you guys are not interested, then just skip to the tips.) 
Like many normal teenagers, I had gone through an awkward phase. Sad thing is, I went through it in grade 9, so most of the people in my high school still remember my awkward phase. (I'm in grade 12 now.) But after looking at pictures from that dark time, I realised that my face didn't change at all. It was my style, my mannerisms, and my hair. I also found a deeper meaning in those changes. So here's what I found that made the difference between awkward phase me and glown up me:

1. A fail proof hairstyle is plain, natural hair. 😻 Also try all lengths of hair by cutting it to shoulder length first (or longer if you are scared) and then growing it out. See which stage you like best. (I don't think this would work with afro hair. I've never had friends who have afro hair.) I love a YouTube video for tips on this. Please comment to let me know if you guys are interested in it

2. Try to get contact lenses. 👀 I know some people suit glasses. I personally don't. But getting contacts really helps if you have oily skin and glasses just keep slipping down your nose. Or if you are like me, with 800 degrees myopia, then ditching heavy glasses feels so good. Getting contact lenses also allow me to go crazy without worrying about it flying off my face. 

3. Don't use makeup for the sake of using makeup. Use it according to your needs, your face, and your style. Also, keep in mind your overall outfit. Sometimes, a loud outfit with a loud makeup can take over your body and hide you. You want people to see you, not your makeup. Of course, there are exceptions such as creative makeup. 

4. Be mindful while shopping. 💸Just because something looks good, doesn't mean it will look good on you. Also avoid fast fashion to save up for more quality items. Always check for the quality of fabrics, the color scheme of your closet, and what you usually wear. If you don't wear skirts, don't buy a skirt. I also love a YouTube video for tips on this. Please comment to let me know you guys are interested. 

5. Work out.💦 You don't have to aim for losing weight or gaining curves. Working out enhances your metabolism, the lines on your arms and legs (makes you look extra sexy), and improves your complexion. You will radiate from the inside out. Working out doesn't have to be tiring or tedious too. You can try dancing, cycling, stretching (splits are cool!), etc. 

6. Commit to a hobby.🔥 Mine would be piano, which I started playing when I was three. During my awkward phase, I wasn't practicing at all and I was embarrassed to tell people I had been learning it since I was three and I actually have certificates for it. REALLY COMMIT TO A SKILL PLEASE! Also, don't underestimate the amount of money your special skill can bring you!! I received 500RMB once for winning an award in a writing competition, plus 100RMB for being a volunteer at the award ceremony. XD

7. Please listen to your mother when she says you look bad.💯 She's probably right. I can't express how many style mistakes I made because of not listening to her. 

8. Be more reserved. 😶Talk only when you have something meaningful to say. My awkward phase consists a lot of me blurting out dumb, hypocritical, ignorant, and sometimes offensive things. I think this is why I didn't have friends. Also, if you are not sure if your opinion on something is right (as in, in consideration of all perspectives and not on an ignorant basis), ask questions. It's always fun to get to know what others think. But if you don't have the ability to recognise your ignorance, then I can't help you. Only time and maturity can help you at this point. 🙄

9. Take care of your skin.💦 Depending on where you live, you might not need a skincare routine. Taking care of your skin does not necessarily means buying products and putting them on your face. Taking care of your skin can be applying body lotion, washing your face with a simple face wash as soon as you get home (gets rid of pollutants), clipping your bangs up for sports (avoids forehead pimples), not touching your face, etc. 

10. Do your eyebrows.💯 If you are born with perfect eyebrows, don't touch them. But I had a uni brow. For beginners, personally I feel like it's better to use a small brow shaver instead of a tweezer. It does not hurt as much and if you fail, your hair grows out faster. If you can afford, get your brows done for the first time at a salon, then follow the shape at home when it grows out. 

These are the tips I have. Hope you guys liked them. Please give constructive feedback if there's anything I can improve. Thank you for reading, lovelies!! 💋

"How many types of supernaturals are there?" Amelia asked with much expectations. A new world had just opened up in front of her and she couldn't control her excitement. 
"Hundreds of them. Very few people would actually know what all of them are." Luna answered in an almost mechanical fashion.
"How does one advance to a higher grade?"
"By consuming an advancement potion for your kind."
"I know that. I meant to ask how would one get to the point of advancing after consuming the potion."
"Different supernaturals have different methods. Good examples would be a vampire needing to drink blood or a hunter to hunt.  Basically, it's what your instinct tells you to do."
Enlightened by the answer, Amelia moved onto next topic that interested her greatly. "How are artifacts formed?"
"There are various types of energy in this world. Once an item is imbued with huge amounts of energy of one kind, it gains mystical properties and powers. These items are called artifacts. A supernatural is similar in that aspect. You are consuming a potion filled with a particular kind of energy to grant yourself mystical powers. This is why most of the artifacts come from the remains of supernaturals or what they used frequently."
"How does drinking blood help vampires advance?" The answer puzzled her even further and he asked away to sate her curiosity.
"Vampires can absorb a certain kind of energy from blood. This energy will accumulate, enhancing the vampire's abilities. A hunter can absorb the energy they require by hunting. Actions and emotions can also attract energies. It is similar to how a mask worn by a serial killer gets turned into an artifact with baleful abilities. The emotions and actions of the killer attracted the energy and it seeped into the mask."
"Does that mean artifacts can be strengthened as well?"
"Yes. But it's a very difficult process. I am not aware of how it is done either."
The girl spent the night inquiring about the supernatural world. It left her tired but also very satisfied. Hiding the bags under her eyes with light make up, she joined her family for breakfast. 
*****
 Vincent read the newspaper as he had his breakfast. The matter about Adam and the two werewolves didn't make it to the paper. The city was far too big with millions residing in it and cases didn't make it to the paper unless it was very eye catching or serious. Besides, the authorities hid supernatural cases to the best of their ability.
'I really need to be careful. I can't believe that the little thought to see a zombie's ability to play dead for myself got to me so much. I must remember to keep my instincts in check. If I don't control my urge to play with my prey before I finish them off, I might find myself in trouble. But following my instincts does have its pros. I can't believe how much progress I made just last night.
I wonder if I am just this messed up or the predator in me is making me enjoy preying so much. I could get hooked to this feeling. But this is still messed up. I progress faster if I play with the targets or take them out with a stealthy move. I reckon that I could gather more energy by killing my targets in creative ways.
 I am halfway to reaching the energy threshold for grade 3 advancement potion consumption. I should begin gathering the ingredients for concocting the potion as well. This will cost me more money. Sigh. It really is expensive to advance. Thankfully, mother left me recipes for the advancement potions till grade 5.'
Collecting his bearings, he finished his breakfast and put on his clothes. Grabbing his briefcase, he descended the staircase.
Mrs. Lee was admonishing Marie for something she did. Hearing his footsteps, she turned to him and smiled. "Good morning, Mr. Burns. Dressed nicely today, aren't you? Is it because it's your first day at work?"
Vincent smiled in return and raised his hat. "A good morning to you too, Mrs. Lee. Indeed, it is my first day at work today. I can't appear too sloppy or else my coworkers might think ill of me."
"Oh my, you don't have to worry so much. You look excellent. I hope your day goes well." 
Marie was directing a pleading look at Vincent. She had got in trouble early in the morning and wanted him to rescue her.
Smiling in response, he looked at her and spoke, "I would wish you a good morning too young lady. But looks like you are off to a bad start already. I shall wish you good luck in weathering this storm instead."
Disappointed by his response, she put on a pitiful expression and looked at her mother. Mrs. Lee steeled her heart and spoke coldly, "You will get what you deserve. Don't look at me like that. I will be sure to tell Beth to double your study time today."
The interaction between the mother and daughter reminded him of his own childhood. His mood was uplifted greatly and he walked to the hospital happily. 
Standing in front of the director's office, he made sure that his clothes didn't have anything wrong with them and knocked.
"Come in." Dr. Watson answered in a gentle tone.
Vincent entered the room and greeted the man. "Good morning Dr. Watson."
"Ah Vincent. I almost forgot that you were starting today. It's good to see you again."
"Likewise." Vincent replied humbly to the man. Dr. Watson was kind to him so far and he intended to treat the other party with similar kindness and respect. Besides, the man was also a good friend of his teacher to whom he was greatly indebted to.
"I would like to have another long chat with you but now is not a good time. I will get someone to show you around first and then we can catch up some time later."
"Of course."
Dr. Watson rang a bell and a middle aged man dressed in the hospital's staff uniform walked in. "Sam, will you show Dr. Burns to his office please."
"Of course director." The fat man nodded slightly and turned to Vincent. "Dr. Burns, please follow me."
 Sam led Vincent as he explained about the hospital. It was charity run and tended to over 700 patients each day. Unlike most other hospitals, it was very clean.  Sam explained that it was because of the new regulations enforced by the Kindlewich Medical Association. The mandatory hygiene maintenance  decreased the risk of spreading disease but it also cost a lot and led to many hospitals going private. The people who could afford it would usually avoid charity run hospitals and rightly so. Most of them didn't provide satisfactory services after all.
Vincent's office was quite small. It had all the necessary equipment and was built very practically. He spent the time treating people. Most of the patients were injured and required disinfection and basic treatment. Few patients were suffering from any disease and all he had to do was tell them to queue up in front of a doctor's office who specialized in treating the disease. 
Lunch time was at 1 p.m. and Vincent went to a nearby restaurant after cleaning up. The cafeteria at the hospital served cheap food for the patients and the doctors all preferred eating out. The other doctors spent the time chatting with their colleagues. Being alone, he couldn't do anything to pass the time. Occupying the table when he was done eating felt awkward so he decided to return to the hospital early.
He had just entered the hospital when Sam came running to him. Catching his breath, the fat man wheezed out the words, "Dr. Bu... Dr. Burns, there's a patient who needs immediate treatment. You are the only free doctor right now. Please make haste."
Vincent was caught off guard. There were no doctors for emergency treatments during lunch hours. And this was just one of the many shortcomings of a charity run hospital. The establishment didn't have the means to facilitate treatment throughout the day. He nodded and followed after Sam to a small room.
A woman lay unconscious on the surgery bed, her head bleeding. A big man was standing by the bed as he hugged his crying daughter. The little girl still had a palm mark on her left cheek and it looked like the spot would leave a bruise for quite a while.
He put the two on the back of his mind and headed for the bleeding woman. The skin on the side of her head had split open due to blunt trauma. The shock had knocked the woman out but it looked like she wasn't bleeding internally. That was a good news but still, she required emergency treatment and Vincent couldn't afford to waste any time.

The city calls for you.
It spins a web around your vulnerable self. Lulls you into a cozy sleep and tightens its grip on you.
There is NO escape from the city.

The city of Kindlewich entices everyone with promises of riches and happiness. It harbors supernaturals with unimaginable powers while the masses remain ignorant. The strong prey on the weak and the weak exploit each other.

The cover art is by Arnaud Imobersteg, a brilliant architecture visualizer. Please show him some love if you can.
https://www.artstation.com/artwork/8xlvO

Along the way Erica watched the new world she lived in now. Although the buildings reminiscent of Victorian architecture, there is a mix of modern touch here and there in some places. 

Arriving at Hecate Temple Erica, Maria, and the maid, Luna got off the carriage. In front of them is the Hecate Temple's branch of Heart Kingdom. Every child who is eleven years old in the Capital City of Heart Kingdom, Cordis City will go here to test their special powers.

The Temple's walls are colored white with a red and gold accent colors. The style is similar to St Mary's Church at Studley Royal, North Yorkshire, which is one of the finest examples of Gothic Revival architecture in England. Its extravagantly decorated interior displays colored marble, stained glass, a splendid organ, and painted and gilded figures in all their original glory.

The three of them then walked toward the Great Door of Temple. There already waiting is a Priest in white robes. He slightly bowed to them and Erica, Maria and also Luna bowing back to him. 

"My name is Priest Andrew, I will be the one who tests the young Lady's special power today." Priest Andrew said to introduce himself.

Before conducting a test for special power, the guardian of the child who will be tested must contact the party from Hecate Temple to request the implementation of the special power test. Maria had previously contacted Hecate Temple and asked for a special power test for Erica. 

Fortunately, because Priest Andrew is a friend of Maria, the process can be fast and Erica can do the test without waiting for the batch to be full. For ordinary people, the test is usually done in batch form. So when the number of children who want to be tested reaches a predetermined number only then Hecate Temple conducts a special power test.

"Let me guide you inside." 

"Thanks for your help, Priest Andrew." Maria thanked the Priest.

The Priest nodded then lead them inside the Temple. In front of the altar in the temple, there is a magic circle used for the test with a ball made of glass right in front of the circle.

"Miss Erica, please stand in the middle of the magic circle as it is will help in determine what is your special power and it's grade." Priest Andrew gave instructions to Erica.

Erica was asked to stand in the middle of the circle as Priest Andrew will activate the circle. Erica nodded, do as he said and stand in the middle of the magic circle. The Priest then activate the circle by chanting ancient language. The ancient language sounded very strange to Erica's ears but she felt she had heard it somewhere. 

"I pantodýnami Theá Ekaté, dóste mia éndeixi gia to dóro sas se aftó to paidí." 

'I seem to have heard this language, but where? Ah, I'll think about it later.' Erica decided to delay this problem later to be resolved.

The circle and the glass ball light up, and Erica feels the circle awakening something in her soul.
'So this is what they do to test children's special power,' Erica thought as she always wondering how the Hecate Temple does that.

The circle continues to light up for a few minutes then turns off slowly. Afterward, the ball keeps on blinking showing her special power's name and grade from S to F. It continues like that until the ball can't keep up and burst into pieces of broken glass.

"Oh my Goddess Hecate, to think that the measuring ball can't grade her special power..." Priest Andrew murmured to himself.

"What happened?" Maria asked in concern.

The Priest lifted his head and looked Maria right in her eyes then said, "Your daughter's special power is either too monstrous or too mediocre to be measured. But looking at the ball's broken condition now I think it was in the first category."

"What is her special power?" Maria asked again.

"The ball said it was 'Otaku's Collection' before it is broken into smithereens," Priest Andrew answered.

'Otaku's Collection? Really? Is it because I think of all manga and anime that I collected in my past life when I died that I was given this kind of power from the God who reincarnates me here?' Erica dumbfounded at the realization of this possibility.

"What kind of power did this 'Otaku's Collection have?" Maria asked for the third time after a few moments of processing the scene that just happened before her eyes.

"Even I don't know what kind of power this 'Otaku's Collection has...." He shook his head. 

"I never heard of it before and it even seems like this special power has never been recorded before in history."

"Really?" Erica asked in surprise.

"Ah… it means your special power is included in the Special type." Priest Andrew nodded his head.

In Genesis special power is divided into four types. The first is the Latent type, a special power that falls into this category is special power that involves traditional, or "superhero" powers, also commonly referred to as "ESP" powers. Special power included in this type includes mind-reading, teleportation, divination, thunder, X-ray vision, and the ability to create illusions. 

The second type is the Technical type. Technical-type special powers appear when the individual experiments or creates things, and so this class is very tech-savvy and creative. Special powers such as cooking things with side effects, invention, and putting souls in stuffed toys belong in the Technical type. 

The third type is Active type. Special powers in the Active type are linked to the physical features of living things and appear in physical or pheromone activity. Special powers in this type include powers such as voice control, changing facial appearance as desired, animal pheromone, and feet unaffected by gravity. 

Lastly is Special type. People with special powers that do not quite fit in the other three groups are put into the Special type, and so the special powers in this type are usually rare and one of a kind. 

"Can you hide the fact that the measuring ball can't grade my special power? I don't want to draw any unnecessary attention," Erica said to the Priest after considering all trouble that will come knocking at her door.

"I can hide it, but the only option is to grade your special power as grade F."

"It is fine by me, better to be underestimated than overestimated by people."

"Hey! So I figured since I have covered a decent number of type of shapeshifting for you to digest we could take a break from listing types for a chapter." 
"I decided now would be a good time to bring up the topic of Anti-Shapeshifting before jumping back into more types to overload your brain with." ;P
"First, a bit of information regarding things in general. In most stories, there is a means to cancel out, remove, overpower, etc specific types of spells in the worlds. One can use water magic to destroy an incoming fireball. Things naturally have means to override them. Keep in mind that if there is no way to counter something it becomes very overpowered. Though I guess most stories want a super overpowered MC so watch it if you care."
"Shapeshifting is no different. Lore for this, however is almost non-existent so I have created some lore based on observations and fragments of the lore that do exist. Please understand that you can find other ways to pull off anti-shapeshifting that I have not introduced. There must be ways to overcome things. Unless you are writing an 'I am always the best' or a horror... then you can be as hopeless, doom and gloom as you want." (Author rant)
"When dealing with Anti-shifting there are a few things to consider. There are examples below. Don't be surprised if the things shared did not cross your mind. You will have ideas that won't cross my mind either. To determine the effects of canceling out shapeshifting, you have to determine the way that particular shapeshifting works (Not to an extreme degree) and your intention behind your anti-shifting."
"The first method I will discuss for anti-shapeshift is to 'lock' the transformation. The more common method is revelation followed by lock. There are other methods as well and I may get to them. These types of things can be created in many ways. There isn't really much lore regarding this so be creative in your methodology."
"Locking transformations. While I said this is one thing, it is actually many. Locking transformations is creating a space or targeting a creature to prevent the mutation or shifting of the body. Results vary based on your shifter lore and the intention of the ability. One example of a question you may need to ask yourself:
1: Does your shapeshifting require energy to maintain the shape? Yes see 1.1 No see 1.2
1.1 Form lock will usually have one of two effects depending on the intent of the spell. Most often used: Form ejection- forcibly revert to the base form and prevent further transformation while active. Less often used: Form stabilization- While active the transformation no longer requires energy to maintain and transformations cannot be used while active. *We will talk about the second more later*
1.2 Form lock typically has 1 effect. Trap in current form. Cannot use shifting to other forms. I will share more about this at the same time as Form-stabilization."
"Form lock is not the most ideal way to handle a shapeshifter. However if shapeshifting has special conditional factors, form locking can become a shapeshifter's doom. The most common method of harm happens with time based or conditional transformations."
"1.1's issue. Many types of temporary shifting have a force end timer. By extending that timer you can cause one or many problems. The example I will give, even though there are more ways to do it, is a partial possession shapeshift. Most partial possession shapeshifts not only require your energy but also the other creature's energy to maintain. Once that is gone and stabilizes, Mutation occurs. The host's body starts 'normalizing' the transformation. Basically, it starts making the transformation a natural part of the host instead of a transformation. This can also lead to monsterfication. However I will talk about '-fications' in another chapter.
"1.2's issues part 1. If you captured a stereotypical moon cursed werewolf, they were transformed during the full moon and you form locked them. What happens after the moon sets? Well, because of the form lock they maintain their wolf shape. Now then after the magic ends, what happens? The reason I bring this up is because of something known as a shapeshifter's adaptive capability. The werewolf form has now experienced how to exist outside of the influence of the full moon. Due to the takeover nature of lycanthropy, would it really shift back to normal? If it did, does the extended time leave side effects? If it doesn't then is there a time it would? In some werewolf lore, form lock actually lead a lot of lycanthropes to turning 'feral' (if they weren't already wild enough)."
"1.2's issue part 2. I will use a stereotypical polymorph potion. The polymorph potion only stays within the body for a certain duration of time. After that it loses its effects. Now then, form lock and see what happens… The duration ends, the potion's effects naturally fade, however you are still the other person. Your body has become stable as the other person. Good luck…"
Enya's The humming played on repeat as Eranoth yawned as it was starting to get late again. "Most will avoid raw form lock because it can lead to the destruction of a story if done wrong. Which is why we will bring up the more productive version for most people."
"Form Revelation, reveals the true form of the shapeshifter. (Shocker you could have guessed that from the name.)  This is typically a method to forcibly force a creature into their 'true form' and then perform form lock. If a creature doesn't have a 'true' form the ability often will reveal that they are a shapeshifter and force them into a specific form to then form lock."
"As the second half is a bit more confusing, allow me to explain. Some Form-shifters have more than one 'original form'. So the caster of the anti-shifting ability will become aware of the fact that there is more than one shape and usually will choose the weaker of the two to form lock."
"Again, there isn't much lore as to methods to accomplish such tasks. So be creative. Also you can come up with some of your own ways to Anti-shapeshift as well. This was primarily to show you the big ones."
"Just to give you an idea of  what I mean: for Cursed shapeshifting, Curse breaking, curse suppressing, and curse amplification can all be ways to anti-shift. The possibilities are out there."
Eranoth looked at the time and the strangely silent webnovel chat group. "10:30? Well I should get to bed I have to do some work tomorrow."

© J Eranoth

Eranoth's Lore books are a series of books about otherworldly lore. They are designed to bring clarification about subjects that are not easily understood. 
This particular lorebook is dedicated to the many methods of shapeshifting. 

Eranoth's actual novels will come out at a later time when they are ready to be unleashed upon the world. Please know that Eranoth's lore books are not his world's lore, they are general lore for the use and adaption of writers.

For those seeking logic for lore, feel free to let me know what types of lore you want me to write books for. Before you get all excited, I WILL NOT waste time writing lore books on topics easily found with google OR adult content. If you want a lorebook on those types of things don't ask.

Happy reading and Writing!
Note: Due to the nature of the book, there is very little 'story' but I have tried to break it up a bit with story to make it less of a straight info dump.

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