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?

　After eating, Lin Xu entered the study room again. Lin Jian was very pleased with this. Haha smiled and said: "It is the merit of the singer. The rise of the singer has not only brought the Holy Power to me, but also brought the Holy Power to me. Even the gangs have used a lot of work. But who is this singer? It should not be in Kyoto, it may be in a local college, tomorrow, let local people look up and see if there are such good seedlings. !"

　　Lin Xu re-entered into the St. Wen. After so many world recommendations from the Great God, Lin Xu's "Water Melody" actually broke through the million mark in a meal, reaching the point of 13,000 subscriptions. After all, most of you were still skeptical about Lin Xu's article. What good things can a child write? Therefore, although many people saw Lin Xu's update, they did not go to see his article. Until such a big god recommended, he finally made his subscription show a blowout.

　　Lin Xu's greatest sacred power has also risen directly to more than 5,000. Because of the one-on-one breakthrough rewards, Shengli will continue to grow with the increase of sales. For every hundred dollars sold, you can grow a little holy. Force, this sale is not a reward.

　　Lin Xu didn't pay much attention to other things. There are so many subscriptions. If your own updates can't keep up, it's a waste of so many subscriptions. You must take advantage of this good opportunity and update some things. The novel can't be updated. Then update the poetry.

　　However, Lin Xu's most important thing is to buy a more convenient input tool, so he opens the mall. The mall is divided into several categories: "Sacred Learning Class", "Saint Wenling Class", and "Shengli Attack Skills Class". , "Wenbao Class", "St. Lidan", "Wenbao Refining Law", "St. Lidan Refining Law", "Saint Lidan Medicinal Materials", "Wenbao Materials", "Others" class"!

　　After Lin Xu read the introduction, he clicked on the "Wenbao" class. It turned out that these writers were all written by the writers and writers themselves. Lin Xu knew that these things can be homemade. It is necessary for me to learn such a production skill, to make the most convenient pen, and even to find a way to make the keyboard. At that time, I can fly.

　　However, it is still necessary to first look at whether you can buy a hard pen, so he puts a pen in the Wenbao class, and a whole bunch of strange pens appear in front of him.

　　The level of Wenbao is divided into: spirit, holy, and god.

　　Lin Xu can only use Lingbao as a writer, and junior writers can only use the primary Lingbao. Because the primary Lingbao enters the holy text, a word only costs about 10 points. Intermediate Lingbao needs to spend about 20 points.

　　The junior writer has just been promoted. Generally, there are only three thousand points of holy power. If you write with the intermediate Lingbao, you will reach two hundred words. I am afraid that there will be four thousand holy forces. If the writer is a junior writer, he will not be able to breathe. After writing the article, if the Holy Spirit is restored, it is better to use the primary Lingbao to write. Although it is slower than the intermediate Lingbao, it is faster than restoring the Holy Spirit.

　　Moreover, more importantly, the price of the primary Lingbao starts from one thousand holy coins, while the price of the intermediate Lingbao starts from five thousand holy coins. The price difference is really too big, and the non-local tyrants will not be at the primary writer. Buy intermediate-level Lingbao at the stage.

　　Although Lin Xu had more than 10,000 holy coins after the division, it was better to use the primary Lingbao, so he chose the primary Lingbao.

　　A slippery spirit pen is a primary spiritual treasure, all kinds of, including the author's whimsy, and each has its own advantages and disadvantages, and from the price, costly, writing speed can be judged some spiritual pen The price/performance ratio comes.

　　However, if Lin Xu just buys an ordinary pen, it is better to continue to use the existing one. He wants to try his luck and see if he can have a hard pen. If not, he should consider whether he is taking the time to learn. The skills created by Wenbao, and then make a pen out.

　　Fortunately, Lin Xu found that there is a pen that resembles a hard pen. This is a kind of pen that is similar to the principle of a water core pen. Before writing, you need to pour ink into the pen holder behind the pen, and then you can start writing. However, a tube of ink, it is estimated to write about a thousand words, but also to refill the ink.

　　Lin Xu looked at the above introduction. It turned out that an Wenbao refiner was in the early stage, and suddenly had a whimsy. He felt that it was too much trouble to use ink on his brush. So he invented this pen, but everyone's sacred text. The teacher started with the first word practice, wrote a brush for a few years, and who would easily change his pen? Therefore, his pen hangs here for decades, and there are many people watching it, but no one has placed an order until Lin Xu orders to buy it.

　　And when Lin Xu bought this pen, among a group of Wenbao makers, a person named Qixiang sent a message: "Someone bought my pen!"

　　"Just kidding, although your pen is creative, but it is too hard to write, it is not suitable for writing! UU reading www.uukanshu.com"

　　"Yeah, who is likely to buy your pen, you are wrong!"

　　"If you really buy it, it must be a fool!"

　　So the whimsy issued a sales record and said: "You look at it, it is he bought my pen!"

　　Everyone looked at it and was amazed because the record they saw was: "Sauer bought your primary pen and got 1099 holy coins!"

　　"I rely on, Sao, this is not the writer who just broke the record of the junior writer's assessment today?"

　　"More than that, an article he wrote today was recommended by Jiujian Dashen!"

　　"Sure enough, the wonderful people have wonderful ideas. He bought all your wonderful pens!"

　　Imagine: "Haha... I said it earlier. I only know the benefits of this pen when I can only understand the benefits of it. I really didn't expect it. It was a genius who bought it! Haha... Since Saskatchewan supports it I, in the future, I am his iron powder. I don't want this 1099 holy coin. I will reward him to Sao, and I will be his iron powder!"

　　Everyone: "..."

　　Lin Xu didn't know that he could bring out so many things when he bought a pen. At the moment, he discovered that he actually had a virtual space. The pen he bought was lying in the virtual space. Lin Xu thought, this one The pen went to his own hand.

　　"I don't know if I can put it in again?" So he thought, so the pen in his hand went into the space again. "Sure enough, try something else!"

　　So Lin Xu tried a variety of things, and found that ordinary things can't be put into space, only things related to the holy text can be put into the space. This is very convenient, at least not to carry the pen and paper on the body.

Bad grammar is to be expected
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Been translated to english 
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Daeva after bumping with Juno, she thought that her behavior wasn't so nice. But when the school bell rings, she snapped out of it and went to her designated room for her subject. Daeva is a fourth year college student in Literature and Creative Writing. She thought of becoming a writer to write literary pieces based on her experiences. Also, she thought that becoming a writer would allow her to have a small chance of interacting with people.

When she was about to enter her room, her Professor bumped into her. Mrs. Sanchez smiled at her. Daeva greeted her good morning and Mrs. Sanchez greeted her in return.

They both entered the room and Daeva sat at the second row. Mrs. Sanchez greeted her class and began discussing a lesson about her subject. She kept blabbing in front while Daeva glanced at the window. She caught a glimpse of Juno who's about to leave the school gates. As she follows Juno with her eyes, she began to feel a sharp pain at her left forearm. She didn't bother looking at it, she knows that it's currently bleeding so she just pulled her black sleeves lower. She returned her attention to her discussing professor and listens to her.

A couple of subjects passed then Daeva's lunch break arrived. She quickly ate at the cafeteria before going to the library. The school's library was enormous. It's also where the book club is rooming. Daeva is a member of the Book club and happens to be a good friend of Kevin, the Book club's president. When Daeva came in, she found Kevin fixing books that weren't returned to the proper shelve. She just picked up some books that were left at the tables and did the same. There weren't too much people in the library for now so she started casually chatting with Kevin.

"Hey Kev, you seem frustrated... What's wrong??" asked Daeva.

"Student School Council Vice President...She destroyed my morning." said Kevin casually.

"What did she do to you?" Daeva felt curious.

"Oh nothing...She just shuted me out... refusing to do some student council duties...or simply take the proposal and leave it to miss President's table... That's all..." Kevin replied.

Daeva didn't asked further what happened...But then, she felt like the person who she bumped with earlier at the hall way was the Vice President.

"The Vice President, was she the campus belle I keep hearing about." Daeva asked.

"Hmm? Yeah, that's her...Why, what's up?" asked Kevin as he finished arranging the books.

"I think she's the pretty blonde girl I bumped with this early morning. She wasn't really polite." Daeva said as she scratches the area where she felt pain while staring at Juno.

Kevin saw Daeva scratched her forearm right bellow her palm. He looked at Daeva with malicious intent. His lips curved up at one side. He then grab Daeva's hand and brought her to the school's clinic. Daeva didn't resisted and just followed Kevin.

The nurse was currently out of the clinic so Daeva's forearm can be treated. She pulled her sleeve up and let Kevin treat her wound. Kevin cleaned the blood off and covered it with bandage. When he was done, Daeva thanked Kevin and they came back to the library. 

There, while Daeva was waiting for her next class like Kevin, they decided to read a book. Daeva picked a random fantasy book while Kevin opened his laptop and read about demons.

"Let's go home together later and just order pizza for dinner, what do you say?" Kevin offered to Daeva.

Daeva just nodded, it's not very often that they go home together. Daeva and Kevin are roommates and oftentimes, Daeva gets home first before Kevin because of his club president duties.

Almost an hour have passed and Kevin closed his laptop. It's time for his next class, Daeva still have over half an hour before her next subject so Kevin just left her. When Kevin left the library, the atmosphere in the library became gloomy. Anyone who's in there felt uncomfortable, some left but some ignored it. Daeva is feeling a bit irritated but what can she do? She can't get rid of them...never...

Daeva kept reading until its just 15min left before her next class. She stood up from her sit and returned the book into one of the shelves. She felt a hand caressed her cheek and hear a chuckle. Daeva ignored it and left the library.

When she's out of the library, she can feel that someone ran "its" fingers on her hair. Her mouth was twitching, slowly forming a malicious grin. She covered her mouth with her hands, then, she took out a face mask from her pants's pocket and covered her grin. She went to her next class as if nothing had happened.

She still have 2 subjects left for her to survive. Her 3rd subject for the day passed as if it was a filler chapter of her day. Nothing very interesting occurred nor the class. But on her final subject of the day: Creative Writing, the class was given an activity and that is to write a poem. The poem have no specific theme but should be rhyming.

Writing poems weren't a problem for Daeva at all. She doesn't limit herself when it comes to writing and its subject. She writes what's in her mind and what she feels. They we're given an hour and when they were done, they are then dismissed. Daeva finished after 30min, she's always the first one to finish. As she passed her work and leaves the room, her professor Mr.Wilson gave her work a read.

Trigger

Young ignorant little girl,
Your heart is a black pearl.
His tongue hungers for you...
He will dye your silk a red hue.
Do not dare taunt him further
Beware, his claws are no feather.
You can't produce what he desires,
He shall come and take his prize.
Do as the old men say,
There is a price if you disobey;
Outgrow your childish ways
Or he who you shall face!

This is a collection of different stories but all told by one person, Daeva. A mysterious young woman who's always very reserved and isolated from everyone. You may approach her like anyone else but beware...

This is a horror/suspense story...please read with caution. You might not be able to sleep at night with lights off and open doors and windows.

Gun-Ho was having a beer with Jae-Sik at the security office in his company. It was all dark outside.
"You used to be very active in the literature club when we were in high school, and if I remember correctly, you also participated in making our school newspapers."
"Yeah, I did. After graduating from high school, I went to college in Seoul and majored in creative writing. It was not one of the top universities, but I had a good life at that time because I could do what I enjoy doing."
"That's right. I think I heard that you studied creative writing."
"I even won the annual spring literature contest after graduating from college, which was held by a newspaper company in a province. At that time I felt like I could rule the world. I wanted to get a job in a newspaper company, but I found a job at a publishing company instead."
"So you got a job where you can use what you learned in college and that was also what you liked to do with your life."
"As you know, a publisher is different from a factory like here. It was a small publisher with only three or four employees and it wasn't doing very well."
"Hmm."
"However, that publisher was publishing a few bestseller books at that time, so they could pay me even though it was not much. I met my ex-wife there too."
Jae-Sik's voice started shaking when he talked about his wife.
"Have some more beer."

"Sure."
Jae-Sik sipped his can of beer before he continued to talk.
"Did your wife work at the same publisher?"
"My wife was a poet. In order to make our livings, we both worked at the publisher as a freelancer doing proofreading and editing."
"Hmm."
"So we hit it off when we met. I was a chief editor at the publisher at that time. Unfortunately, the company could no longer find a good book that would generate enough revenue. Any subsequent books we published were sold less than 500 books at a maximum."
"Does it cost a substantial amount of money to publish a book?"
"Our company usually published foreign books. So it cost more than 10 million won to do the translation, editing, design and printing work."
"Wow, it does cost a lot."
"That company eventually had to close its business. I couldn't find a job in the field afterward because the publishing industry wasn't doing well at that time. So I made a living by doing editing. However, I don't know what happened to me; I guess I had to stay in the field doing editing even though I wasn't making much. But, instead, I opened a deep-fried chicken restaurant with a loan."
"Hmm."
"I put about 100 million won in that restaurant business including its premium. However, the restaurant strangely suffered from the beginning. Moreover, my wife became testy because of the customers who were rude and loud, and sometimes they harassed my wife, those low-lives."

"Hmm."
"She would have been able to take some stress that arose from the business if we were making good money. However, the business was suffering, and we were pressured by the creditors to repay the loan, on top of those abusive customers. My wife couldn't take it anymore. You know people who write like a poem, they are more sensitive than average people."
"Did your wife invest her money in the restaurant too?"
"She did. She took out the money from her credit cards here and there and invested 20 million won in the business. I also used my credit cards in addition to loan from a bank and put about 40 million won in the business."
"So, you started the business with your own cash of 30 million won."
"I had a severance pay of 5 million won that I received from the publishing company's president. He literally cried when he gave it to me. And I borrowed 10 million won from my mother. I used those 15 million won in addition to my own cash—another 15 million won."
"The debt was too high compared to your own investment fund."
"The debt grew like a snowball and we were behind our rent. It was that time when my wife eventually suffered a miscarriage of a baby; she asked me to divorce her."
"Whew. I had similar life experiences. You had a harsh time."
"I haven't heard from my wife for a while. She must still be suffering financially because of her credit card debt. She is probably having a hard life doing editing work."
"Hmm."
"When I eventually closed the deep-fried chicken restaurant, I was left with a debt of over 50 million won. I suffered for quite a while by the creditors before I became a person with a bad credit score."
"Why didn't you apply for rehabilitation?"
"I did. With rehabilitation program, I was supposed to pay off debts according to a payment plan provided by the court. I was paying a certain amount of money to the court every month for several months until the accident happened."
"An accident?"
"I was doing the editing work, but when I couldn't get enough work to make a living, I got a job in a delivery company. I think I worked there for about half a year until the accident. I was delivering a package and I had to make a quick delivery, so I made a U-turn where I was not supposed to do and then I hit a car that was coming from the opposite direction. I crossed the yellow line to make a U-turn. I guess something happened to me that day to cloud my judgment."
"Hmm."
"I am not good at physical work since I have always done office work like writing and editing. Moreover, I had a bad credit score. So it was really hard to find a job. I saw Jong-Suk working with machines and doing welding. He looks great. I know I can't do that kind of work."
"So, you have 50 million won debt in total?"
"I have been paying for the debt until now. I think I have 30 million won left by now. Oh, I talked with the general affairs manager the other day about it. He said I would get paid 1.6 million won per month, and I can take the amount of basic living expenses out of it before it is seized. I think I can save some money then."
"Saving money?"
"Yeah. My rent is paid by the company, and I can have my meals at the company. So, I think I can pay off the debt after ten years working here."

"Right. The biggest expense that the people who don't make enough money is the cost of the rent. The people who don't have money have to pay for rent, and the people who have money receive that rent from them. That's the current economic system we are living in. Consequently, the gap between the rich and poor is getting bigger. Ten years are too long for you."
"Well, it is still hope. It's a good thing that the debt is shrinking instead of growing. There is one thing that bothers me a lot though. I collected some funds from our friends from high school to make an alumni directory book. I couldn't make it happen even though I really was going to make it."
"People don't make those types of directory book nowadays, do they? Many people don't want to expose their real address."
"I know. So I was going to enter their e-mail address instead of physical addresses with phone numbers. I started collecting the necessary information and writing some stuff already like the history and path that our school took so far and news from our friends, etc. I still have the writings with me. It will cost 2-3 million won to complete it but I used that money to pay my rent because I was about to be evicted. I became an animal to our friends."
Jae-Sik eventually burst into tears.

This is the story of a poor young man whose poverty even shreds apart their family willing to climb his way through society and into the top. A very realistic novel that moves away from fantasy and sci-fi and focuses solely on the issues of society and life.

Hyunwoo signed the contract to purchase the farmland lot near his house without any hesitation. Though he had yet to see the blueprint of the new research center, he had the builders work on the construction of the third factory of Hyunwoo's Mom, the farming ground for the grasshoppers, and the dormitory for students coming from faraway places. 
In particular, the dorm was designed to house forty students, so not only could the students of the alternative school but also Ani & Funny students and staff could stay there.
The next thing to do was to bring in the students.
Hyunwoo first called Byungwon Kang, his former colleague at Aurum.
He thought Byungwon would welcome his project with open hands because he and his son, Mingyu, liked the educational methods of Dreaming School very much, but Byungwon reacted differently.
"Unauthorized alternative school? In that case, my son can't get a high school diploma, can he?"
Actually, his son Mingyu entered an authorized alternative high school as soon as he graduated from Dreaming School because he wanted to obtain a high school diploma. 
Hyunwoo felt a bit disappointed. Mingyu's great creative ability stood out when he was attending Dreaming School. He felt regrets about losing a creative student like Mingyu, but it was not something Hyunwoo could decide as far as Mingyu's future was concerned. 
All he could do was help Mingyu make the correct choice.
Hyunwoo was convinced that creative students like Mingyu would need a more creative education method like that of the Dreaming School, but Hyunwoo had to prove it by action not just by words, so he prepared a written plan on how to cultivate the students' abilities and what was different from the education methods of Dreaming School despite some common characteristics. 
He valued the students' experiences, so he would make sure that the students learned more through travel than classroom education. He would maximize his network to help the students experience all kinds of occupancies. 
He also mentioned in the plan that the students would spend a lot of time assisting Duyoung, Kuroda, and Taeho with their research projects. 
Byungwon changed his mind after hearing Hyunwoo's detailed briefing. He agreed with Hyunwoo that it was more important for Mingyu to cultivate his ability to plan his own future rather than obtaining a high school diploma.
"Got it. Let me discuss it with Mingyu. I don't think he will oppose it."
Hyunwoo called other prospective students and persuaded them in the same way. All of them were graduates of Dreaming School.
Their parents showed concern at first, but when they examined Hyunwoo's plan, they decided to send their children to Hyunwoo's alternative school. 
Hyunwoo succeeded in bringing a total of ten students, far short of his original goal of twenty, but the number of incoming students was not the issue. 
"Yea, what is the big deal? I'll do my best to raise even ten students the best I can."
While Hyunwoo was looking around the construction site of the research center, he received a call from Sonjong, the chief accountant of KOVE DREAM.
"Hi, the chief of Ansan Customs Office wants to visit our office," she said.
Hyunwoo was familiar with some of the customs office but not its chief.
"What's the reason?"
"He said he wanted to offer customized consulting."
"What is it?"
Though it was new to him, Sonjong was aware of its meaning as she had the relevant experience in the field as a former customs official. 
"Well, he is trying to find the kind of information that can benefit our company. There is nothing to lose even if you meet him, and this is a free consultation."
"Okay, I trust you then. What should I do?"
"You can just set up the time then the Ansan Customs Office will take care of the rest."
Hyunwoo set up the next afternoon as the consulting time, and the chief customs official visited the office of KOVE DREAM at the appointed time. 
As Sonjong said, the purpose of the official was purely to help Hyunwoo's company. Obviously, the mayor of Ansan asked the chiefs of various city government offices to help Hyunwoo's business.
The chief official gave Hyunwoo a rough briefing on the possible benefits, and his staffer, who accompanied him, specifically explained about various support programs available, but they were not compatible with the situation of KOVE DREAM. Most of the benefits were available for  companies with several years of tax returns records. 
One of the benefits grabbed his attention, though.
"Have you just said that if we use a bonded warehouse, we can store items there without paying any tax?"
"No, what I mean is you can delay the imports declaration until the time you want to declare. You can delay taxes until then."
Hearing his explanation, Hyunwoo felt it could be of great help to KOVE DREAM when he maximized its benefits. Currently, KOVE DREAM is importing all the items through the port of Incheon or Pusan with all the imports declarations. 
In order to transport the import items to the warehouse of KOVE DREAM, Hyunwoo had to complete the import processing first, which meant that he had to pay the duty and added value taxes when the items entering the port. These days the monthly imports cost over 30 billion won, and he had to pay as much as 3 billion won in added value taxes, but if he could make use of the bonded warehouse, he could immediately move the import items there without going through the imports declaration process. When the items were sold, then he could take them out of the bonded warehouse. 
There were other advantages of using the bonded warehouse.
Sometimes, Hyunwoo received wrong items. In that case, he had to ship them back to Vietnam through a series of difficult processes. If Hyunwoo had a bonded warehouse, he could confirm if the import items were correct even before the customs clearance, skipping all the burdensome processes. 
"I like the bonded warehouse system very much. KOVE DREAM wants to use it. Can you advise us?" said Hyunwoo, showing great enthusiasm. 
Though the bonded warehouse system offered lots of benefits, there were some tough conditions for any company to enjoy the benefits. Above all, they had to hire at least one professional dealing with the bonded warehouse matters with the relevant license. 
"How can I hire such a person?" asked Hyunwoo. 
This time the chief customs official intervened, "If you don't know anyone in that field, let me recommend someone. Actually, this gentleman, Mr. Kang, is an assistant manager here, will retire at the end of the week. He is pretty experienced and knowledgeable in that area."
Hyunwoo focused on the middle-aged Mr. Kang.
It seemed that the chief customs official's primary purpose of meeting Hyunwoo was to introduce Mr. Kang to him for hiring. 
Hyunwoo was put on the spot at the moment. At a glance, Mr. Kang didn't seem to fit the position. Besides, as he was old, Hyunwoo would find it hard to manage him.
When Hyunwoo was hesitating, Mr. Kang opened his mouth. 
Mr. Kang stuttered a lot. Though he had no difficulty communicating with others, his stammering certainly would obstruct him from receiving calls from customers.
"You don't have to feel any burden. I'm seeking a job, but I am not financially stressed. In fact, I was planning to travel or read books after retirement. You don't have to hire me."
"Hey, Mr. Kang. If you have a job, you don't get older. Even if you receive one million won, you will stay young if you keep working," said the chief officer.
At that moment, Hyunwoo noticed the phrase 'one million won'. How can a retired man like Mr. Kang be hired for such little compensation of one million won per month?
Waiting for the opportune time to cut in, Hyunwoo asked, "If I hire you, what kind of job do you want me to assign you?"
"Well, it depends on your decision. As I specialize in dealing with bonded warehouse matters, I think I will mainly take care of that kind of work. And you can adjust the compensation, depending on my assignment."
"In fact, I know nothing about that kind of work. If I may ask, what kind of work do you want to do and how much do you want?"
"To be honest, it is not that easy for a public servant like to to get a job at a private company, and it will be also hard for me to serve you as the president. And you will find it difficult to use me as an ordinary employee."
Mr. Kang had a point. It was difficult to change the boss-subordinate relationship. Even though Mr. Kang was retired, those who worked with him would still be his friends. And if Hyunwoo treated Mr. Kang roughly because he was Hyunwoo's subordinate, the customs official might take revenge on Hyunwoo.
Mr. Kang continued, "So, I guess the title 'advisor' would be perfect. I will just advise you on the matter of managing bonded warehouses. As the workload is not that much, I think 500,000 won per month is appropriate."
Scratching his head, Hyunwoo thought 500,000 won was too little.
"I think 500,000 won per month is way too small. I think you deserve at least one million won."
Deep inside Hyunwoo felt that even that compensation was less than that of a part-timer.
But Mr. Kang's attitude was pretty sincere. Though he stammered, he didn't propose 500,000 won to sound out Hyunwoo's feelings. 
"What kind of work can I do here other than managing the items in a bonded warehouse or taking care of the customs clearance? And I would like to work, free from reporting to work and leaving the office at the fixed time. If I receive a high salary, I can't do so, right?"
Everybody including Hyunwoo kept silent at his remarks. 
Hyunwoo felt he wanted to discuss with Sonjong Kim, who knew much more about Mr. Kang as his former colleague. 
Hyunwoo wrapped up the conversation, "Please give me some more time to think about. I have not yet made the decision to open a bonded warehouse." 
"Sure. When you make the decision, please let me know. As for the matter of opening a bonded warehouse, let me help you to the best we can, regardless of your hiring of Mr. Kang," said the chief officer.
As if he waited for Sonjong's judgment, Hyunwoo asked her, "You know Mr. Kang, right?"
"Of course, I know him very well."
"What kind of personality does he have? Is he good enough? Can I trust and hire him?"
Sonjon replied without hesitating even one second with a thumbs-up, "Yes, he is the best!"

Miracles don't come walking your way by themselves.

It is your decisions and will that determine these.

A story of a man who created miracles.

**Munpia Novels**

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The previous chapters were mistakenly released under 《Remember The Name》. It's finally fixed.

Im sorry I am not the best at writing character bio but I am trying my best 
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Name: Anna Bear Myers 
Age: 16 
Gender: female
Date of birth: 5th Jan 2003 
Height:	short
Hair colour:	blonde
Eyes: blue

Background: Anna is a 16-year-old teenager who likes to play hockey and card games. 
She is creative and creative, but can also be very selfish and She is currently at school and she works at her family shop
Physically, 

Anna but otherwise in good shape. She is short with pale skin, dark brown hair and brown eyes. Her father passed away 15 years ago, leaving her mother and her brothers , her mother to look after 

Hobbies: books, relaxing, card games, listening to music , art 

Favourite foods: dark chocolate, Chicken soup, pizza 
 
Parents: Matthew( her dead dad) and Mary
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Name: noah Baker 
Age: 15
Gender : male 
hair: brown 
Eyes: green
Hairstyle: short 

Background Noah is a 15-year-old teenager who enjoys listening to music and learning new languages. 

He is brave and bright, but can also be very rude and a bit boring And He is a Scared of dogs because of a past  event that involved a dog biting him and scaring his arm
Physically, Noah is in pretty good shape. He is average-height for his age with pale skin, black hair and red eyes.

Noah's best friend is Daniel and they like to play games and sometimes they draw

Hobbies: listening to music, learning new things, relaxing, 

Phobias: dogs and losing all his family and friends and to be the one to blame from their death 

Favourite foods: chocolate cake, donuts, chicken, pizza 

Parents : Rick and Sophia Smyth

Earth suffered the apocalypse and almost all human were turn into monsters or dead and our main character died and come back to save his family and friends.


Author note
This is my first story and I know it not that good

IMPORTANT: NOTE FOR NEW READERS

Please skip the first 6 chapters (anything marked under Volume 0: Auxiliary Volume). These are reference chapters and will be boring and contain a lot of spoilers - they are only meant for readers who need to check up something later on.

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Hi Readers,

I wasn't always an avid reader. My love for books started when I was 13 years old. I was a tomboy sent to a really posh girls-only boarding school. Needless to say, I ended up with a lot of detention, 3 hours of detention, meant 3 hours of twiddling my thumbs, bored out of mind.

Lucky for me, a roommate gave me a book to pass the time, it was one of those old Mills & Boons cheesy romance novels. Reading made my detention pass in a blink of an eye. A year later I was hooked.

I think most avid readers have an idea about writing a novel, especially when you come across a horrible story, you always think to yourself I could have written something better.

Well, I was one of those, but coming up with a plot is a lot easier than actually sitting down to write a novel. For over 20 years I have had this little dream to write a novel, but life got in the way. Working 12 - 16 hours a day 6 - 7 days a week, made that dream fade away.

Every now and then it would rear its head, I would daydream about it sadly sigh, and get back to being a single mom.

Long story short, 2018 was a horrible year for me, a lot of things happened and at the end of 2018, I came to realize that life is too short, we spend so much of our time just trying to survive that we forget that we are actually meant to live our lives, it was with this realization that I decided to follow my dreams and try to make them come true.

We are really lucky to live in a world today, where platforms like Webnovel exists, so aspiring authors can get their creative work published.

I would also like to warn my readers upfront, while English is my home language, it was one of my worst subjects at schools — I was always weak with languages, and to someone who had to take four compulsory languages (English, Afrikaans, Latin & Xhosa) at school — well you can imagine my horror. I was always more inclined to mathematics and the sciences. I think if my English was still alive and he knew that I was trying to write a novel, he most likely would fall over in a dead faint. So please forgive any mistakes you do find. 

I hope that you will enjoy this reading this story, as much as I am enjoying writing it.

Please don't be shy — I would love to hear back from you in the comment section, and if you have time please do leave a review.

I do welcome feedback and constructive criticism, after all, it is only by someone willing to point out our mistakes that we will learn.

Sincerely,

DJ Rogue

Note: I don't have an editor, so I would like to apologize for any errors that you may come across, I will review my own work and correct any errors that I do find.

PS: I am South African so I was raised with British English, I have made an effort to use Americanized English (xD so you might have both spellings in the book)

JAYDE
Jayde is a genetically engineered super soldier, after decades of being forced by her human creators to fight their dirty wars, Jayde rebelled. During a desperate battle for the ultimate survival of her people, she is betrayed and dies.

Instead of it being the end, this is only the beginning of Jayde's journey, as she awakens on a strange new world, in the tortured body of a young girl.

Forget technology, this new world doesn't have spaceships, replicators or blasters, it has something better — Magic!

With her contract to an ancient artifact, Jayde has to navigate her way through this new world filled with magic, powerful mages, strange creatures, and monsters.

REN
Ren, the fierce demon king, must fight to save his race from the brink of extinction and once again stop the evil Zartonesh from invading the realms. The key to his success lies in the Lower Realm, where the Devil Wars began, and with a young woman whose soul is steeped in darkness, whose presence awakens the primal fury within his soul, and whose vast power can either save or destroy him and his people.

EXCITING NEW ADVENTURE
Follow Jayde’s journey as she replaces her blaster for a sword. Alone with only her guide, she has to navigate her way around this strange new universe, learning magic, traveling to different dimensions as she makes new friends and enemies.

Will the darkness in her soul allow her to find her true-mate? Will she ultimately save this world or will she destroy it?

WARNING: Please note that this story is a slow-moving romance.

TAGS: Female Protagonist, Adventure, Transmigration, Pets, Strong FL, Late Romance, Revenge, Inter-Dimensional Travel, System, Sword and Magic, Weak to Strong

Novel Started: 18 Jan 2019.

NB: Please note that I am busy writing and editing at the same time, so there are still quite a few chapters that have spelling and grammar mistakes, so please bear with me as I get to them to fix those errors.

RELEASE SCHEDULE
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Carol, Mr Wilde's personal assistant and a proud member of the LGBTQ community, knocked on the door.
"Your guest, Debbie Connor, has arrived. Would you like to receive her in your office or would you like to receive her in the meeting room?"
Wilmer looked up from his computer and glanced at his watch. It was already four in the afternoon? Time flew by way too quickly. The last thing he remembered eating was breakfast. Where had all that time gone?
"No need, please let her in. I'm thinking of heading out to grab a late lunch myself. You can end early for today if there isn't anything else."
Carol smiled and ushered Debbie in. The ex-lawyer was a lady in her thirties with ginger hair. Although she wasn't very tall, she carried herself confidently, making her appear taller in person.
Wilmer remembered the portfolio Debbie submitted. The lady didn't really have much experience dealing with children so it was a tough choice to leave his children in her hands. Luckily, Wilmer decided to interview the lady and put off making any hasty decisions. Seeing Debbie Connor in person made him rethink his initial opinion of her.
"Good day, Mr Wilde. I heard that you haven't had lunch yet. May I recommend a quaint cafe in the area I'm a personal fan of?"
Wilmer checked his watch. According to Carol, his schedule was free for the rest of the day.
"Sure," he smiled and dismissed Carol.
Carol nodded and watched as her boss left with Ms Connor. The secretary wasn't nosy in her boss' private life. Besides, Debbie was a married lady. Surely she wouldn't have to report it to Mrs Wilde... right?
The cafe Debbie suggested wasn't too far from the office. In fact, it was so secluded that Wilmer wouldn't have found it himself. There was hardly anything about it on the maps. 
The cafe was run by an elderly couple who took pride in their home-brewed drinks and pastries. Wilmer ordered for both of them and took some time to enjoy the ambience. The peacefulness was like a spot of Shangri-La in the busy city.
"I think I will be a regular here," he told the ex-lawyer.
Debbie smiled. "It sure is peaceful, isn't it? I used to come here all the time whenever I was working on a stressful case just before I fought it out in the courtroom."
The CEO nodded. He could understand why. "Why are you interested in becoming a governess? Surely you would have other passions even after leaving your career behind."
Debbie wasn't fazed by how direct Wilmer was. Her smile never wavered.
"I will be honest. If it wasn't for Benjamin bragging about the talented girl called Scarlet, I would probably have never signed up for the job. Benjamin might not have told you, but I was a writer myself. I just lost touch with the pen after publishing my fifth paperback because I found more enjoyment in editing and mentoring aspiring writers. I'm not a very creative person even though I love the beauty of a good book. I just find helping the creation of books more magical than actually writing it."
Wilmer blinked. While it was true that he wanted to engage a governess for Scarlet, he wondered if it would be possible to have Debbie groom the two other children.
"Will you have problems handling two other children as a governess? They don't need much attention because their areas of interest are very different and it takes a more self-directed learning approach."
Debbie tilted her head to the side. Two other children? Benjamin didn't mention anything about it and the world knew that the Wilde's only had one daughter. Could they be illegitimate children? Does Orita Wilde know?
The ex-lawyer hesitated for a long time and Wilmer took the hint.
"It's alright, you don't need to give me an answer now. The school term has only started for them, I will contact you again next week. If you have any questions, feel free to let my secretary know. Carol will assist you as much as she can and I do find you to be a rather suitable candidate."
They charged a little more leisurely after that and enjoyed the home-brewed coffee. Wilmer was impressed with Debbie's enthusiasm about writing and thought that Scarlet might be happy if Debbie accepted his proposal. Still, he didn't want to be too pretentious and make decisions on the girl's behalf.
"It might sound sudden, but I think you will get along really well with Scarlet. She is a naturally curious and creative individual. However, she had gone through some terrible things recently. It would be nice if you could take some time out of your busy schedule to visit Scarlet after school and just talk to her to know her better. As a father, I am a failure. I don't know how else I can help my daughter, who is suffering alone."
Debbie raised her brows. From the rumours, the Wilde's were a very loving family and she was slightly surprised to find that it was true. Still, what did Mr Wilde mean by a failure as a father?
"Pardon my impertinence, but I would like to ask what happened. Why would you consider yourself a failure as a father?"
Wilmer sighed heavily and started telling his long tale. Throughout the tale, Debbie remained silent. Her opinion about the Wilde's changed a little when Wilmer disclosed that Scarlet was adopted. She wasn't given the details about Scarlet's circumstances, but she didn't want to pry. Apparently, it was a decision made by the Ice Queen without consulting the CEO beforehand.
"You don't have any objections to what your wife did? We're not talking about a dog or a cat, we are talking about a child..."
Wilmer chuckled. "No. In fact, I am very happy to have Scarlet in our family. She brings colour into our lives and I can see the positive influence she brings to Alex and my wife. It only troubles me that she wouldn't completely open up to us. I might have made a bad move back then, but it was the only way I thought could pull her out from her depression."
Debbie paused. "Depression?"
Wilmer looked around and shook his head. "Let's take this conversation to a different location, shall we?"


At age 10, Scarlet Liu Xiu Wen was tested with a Mensa IQ of 156.

By age 12, she was publishing books with the pen name Permanent Frost. By age 14, she was a successful vocalist-composer in the band called Britannia. By age 16 Scarlet had a successful career as a model and actress going by the stage name of Liu Xiu Wen.

However, there was a secret that the world didn't know. Away from the limelight, Scarlet took on yet another persona online as Pirate S - the eccentric half-genius. Everyone who lurked in the forums knew her name. Known for her unusual takes on life and mostly popularly for her "Human Observation Diary" blog, Scarlet enjoys the nerd life in secret.

Human Observation Diary has always kept to a very standard format but one day, a reader pointed out that the blog has recently been differing from its usual format. Intrigued by the trigger, Scarlet investigates her latest human observation - an online NEET by the name of Jedd77.

From further interactions, Scarlet finds herself helplessly drawn to him. As their friendship develops into something more, Scarlet has to make a choice.

To give up her secrecy and allow Jedd77 to be a part of her life? Or continue the game of cat and mouse even after the face reveal.

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The language learning course which tested the ability of the students' minds to read, and comprehend a certain text, acknowledged the variety of literary pieces across the world, expressed one's sentiments, and viewpoints through creative writing, and gave up a speech to the public with a required self-confidence and charisma had conquered the class of Yeats.

"English Time!" a classmate exclaimed.

"Ugh. Why on earth..." Noah said, lying her head onto the armrest.

The teacher had arrived with her male student who assisted her to carry on her stationery materials and left afterwards. 

She expressed her warmest greeting to the class, "Good morning, everyone."

"Gooood Morningggg, Ma'am Rhea," the entire students responded in dullness, deliberately prolonging the words.

"Again, good morning, Yeats."

"Good Morning, Ma'am Rhea! We are happy to see you today!"

The teacher nodded, and commanded them, "Okay, you may now take your seats."

"So Yeats, in this period, we would be having an activity, and I'm sure you would definitely love to hate this one."

The students plastered a counterfeit grin on their faces as they listened to their teacher's introduction. It looked as if their incoming task would be an "easy yet a lazy job" for them.

"You will be composing an original poetry! Isn't beautiful? A form of art of regurgitating all your personal experiences, feelings, aspirations, and showing off your ideals and visions of the world around us by using a piece of paper and a pen. What lies ahead of our future? Who shall be the one to pass this on for the next generation. It's only you, the young ones. As our beloved national hero, Dr. Jose Rizal quoted, 'The youth is the hope of our nation'," Ma'am Rhea Azuela dramatically spoke, and her fists were firmly closed.

Everyone groaned with the exemption of Ma'am Rhea whose energy was trying hard to somehow radiate the entire classroom.

"Hmm... Okay, you only have two options: To create or not to create. My role as a teacher is simply taking down of your grades and morals in your report card. If you want a failing grade, why not? I'll give it to you. Other than that, what does youth always say? You only live once, eh? So, I won't stop you from not submitting your requirement," Ma'am Rhea shrugged.

"Anyways, for those who wished to conform to the task, listen up. Before you start writing, I would love to give a bit of a background about our today's lesson. I'm sure most of you familiar with them. We've known different lyrical poems, epic poems and etcetera. Now, I'll ask you. What is haiku? Anyone?"

"Just give me a gist of it."

Students were staring at each other's eyes, and no one dared to speak. Few were looking at the white board. Most were avoiding an eye contact from their instructor. Some of them were gaping at the outside of the room. Ma'am Rhea whined and continued.

"Guys, you have to talk. Remember, this is an English class. You have to hone your communication skills. How are you going supposed to learn if you don't utilize your mouths? Ha? Come on. No answers are wrong in language. It's more on thoughts and ideas that we should express. You should be engaging more on interaction. And pretty please, let's help each other out. Don't leave me hanging guys, Okay?"

"Now, any thoughts from this group?" she asked, looking at the first row. Ma'am Rhea was about to choose her lucky victim when one of her students raised her right hand, "Ma'am."

"Yes, Miss? What do you think? What is haiku?"

"May I go to the comfort room?" the wench replied.

Some of the senior high students were retaining their soon-to-be-bursted laughter. Ma'am Rhea sighed, and said, "Yes, you may."

The young lass stood up straight, and said, "But, If I am not mistaken, haiku refers to a five-seven-five syllable count in a one three-phrase stanza. It is also originated in Japan."

"Again, thank you for your permission, Ma'am."

The schoolgirl went to the school comfort room, leaving the entire class in amusement. Ma'am Rhea snapped her fingers to get back her little ones' focus.

"That's my girl! She got it right. Finally, someone saved you from danger, eh?" the teacher cunningly grinned, and the student were then relieved. 

"And since this is a surprise activity, you need not to compose a haiku. Still, it is included in your quarterly exams. Instead, I challenge you to write a poem. Freestyle. Whether you want to have your piece that consists of a rhyme, or a regular meter. It's up to you. Make sure it has three stanzas. Do you understand me, Yeats?"

Dassah lifted up her hand up, and called, "Ma'am."

"Yes, Miss Dassah?"

"What would the topic be about?" the student asked.

"Hmm... Good question," Ma'am Rhea nodded, and began considering a great theme for her class's written poetry. Suddenly, a brilliant idea popped up. She smiled and responded to her student.

"It should be based on your personal experience. For example, your bonding with your family and friends. Maybe you want to write about your life as a student, and whatsoever. The sky's the limit."

"So, any questions?"

The class replied, "None."

"Okay. You may now start. And please let me check your composition before the bell rings whether it is done or not. I'll give a plus point and a secret award for those who could create a finished piece," Ma'am Rhea announced, and sat down on her chair to relax her voluptuous legs.

"Ma'am, what is the reward?" one man asked.

"It won't be confidential anymore, if I'll tell you, mister," she said.

The students proceeded writing on their mandatory art work. Creative juices were flooding up inside of their right brains. Tearing papers were echoing everywhere in the section. Loud mental groans from every school teens dominated in the class. Frustration mixed with determination to make a possible masterpiece were obviously transparent on their hopeless faces. Dassah who eventually ended her write-up stood up from her armchair, and submitted it to her English teacher. 

Ma'am Rhea was impressed, and took her ample time to read her three-stanza poem. As she perused Dassah's work, she smiled in delight.

"Miss Quinn."

"Yes, Ma'am?"

"I have a dumb question," the instructor said. She glanced at her unknowing student in mischief, and continued her talk.

" Are you in love?"

"NO WAY, MA'AM," Dassah yelled at her teacher. Her classmates instantly shifted their gaze at the two. She became flustered, and softly spoke, "Umm... Sorry, ma'am. I was just shocked. But, no, I am not, ma'am."

"And what makes you think that I'm uh..."

Ma'am Rhea replied, still smiling, "In love?"

Dassah slowly nodded in embarrassment,"Uh-huh."

"It's just my assumption. It seems the message of your poem conveys about a clichè romance like this love at first sight kind of scene. Ah. Reminds me of my first young love,"  Ma'am Rhea Azuela said, feeling the nostalgia of her past teen era.

"And, what's even more interesting is that I instructed you to have a poem that talks about your life encounters." Dassah's teacher continued.

"Then, I thought I might be wrong, so which is why I asked you."

Dassah again nodded as an abiding servant, and the English teacher spoke again herself, "So, mind if I ask you the story behind this piece of yours?"

"Um... Sure, Ma'am. But, it already says it all," Dassah said.

"It's basically this. I met a guy at a convenience store, and I did not forsee anything that we would see each other for the second time around. And for me, I was happy it happened for the both of us."

Ma'am Rhea could no longer hide her squeals, and let it out without any reservation.

"Oh, ignore my giggles. The story was too cute. But hey, Miss Quinn. This is your prize," she commented, and gestured her to move closer. Dassah came near to her instructor in obedience.

"You'll present it to the other class."

"Ma'am?!" Dassah exclaimed in terror.

"Shh... Don't tell anyone," she warned the young lady.

"But, but..."

Ma'am Rhea smiled, and said, "You may go back to your seat, Miss Quinn."

Dassah heaved a sigh of defeat, and move herself back to her armchair.  Floating her countless regrets of submitting her poem, the young lady had enough of the trap, and let the situation sail by itself.

Dassah Quinn had left no choice but to stay with a perfect stranger. Yearning for someone who would help them get out of trouble and leave the olden storage room is her gleam of hope. 

In the course of incarceration, Dassah unexpectedly entailed herself in a scheme of discerning the nondescript man, One One.

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