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?

Undertale, adalah sebuah game bergenre VRMMORPG yang sangat di gemari para gamers. Seorang pemain peringkat tinggi menerima kontrak dari developer game tersebut untuk membuat demonstrasi dari fungsi baru yang akan di luncurkan oleh developer game.

Sebagai pemimpin Guild Top Circle, Andika memiliki kewajiban untuk memimpin anggotanya untuk melaksanakan kontrak yang telah dia setujui dengan developer game.

Pada awalnya, semuanya berjalan dengan sempurna tanpa hambatan yang signifikan. Namun sebuah insiden yang tidak terduga terjadi ketika Andika akan menerima hadiah dari misi tersebut. Andika secara tiba-tiba dipindahkan ke dunia lain seorang diri, tanpa teman-temannya yang mengikutinya.

Since 2030, the world has made drastic changes, many companies have gone bankrupt whilst others have grown to be even larger, technology has grown in leaps and bounds, many countries that used to be rife with poverty are now some of the worlds best.

America used to be the worlds leading country by GDP per capita but now it plays second to China, mainly because China mines just under half of the world's resources, with 1/3 of the remaining done by other notable countries such as Australia and Russia and the rest by minor African and European countries.

There hasn't been any war, Korea had finally united under one banner becoming a single united country, they have adopted a style similar to the United Kingdom where they both a monarchy and democratic voting system, unlike the United Kingdom though they both have power and the monarchy is not just a figurehead and they have become one of the worlds top countries, they make some of the most advanced naval equipment for both military and civilian uses since it has borders with 5 different bodies of water.

Poverty is at an all-time low, the poorest of the countries have received trillions of $ in aid since the year 2030, hundreds of thousands, if not millions of jobs have been generated, clean water is no longer a problem and the lack of medicine has been solved, several diseases have been eradicated, but as a result crime has risen, more crime is taking place in these countries, some of the worlds worst crime organisations were created from these rising countries, as a result, the relationship between countries have fallen apart.

Business is booming, hundreds of companies are being made every day and one of those companies made in 2030 was called Eternal, they started as a small company renting office space to create games, they created several tens of games, some mediocre, some fairly popular with over 100,000 people buying them but the big one for them was called Pandora: The World Within, which started in 2120, almost 100 years after the start of one of the worlds biggest companies.

It took a total of 10 years to create, from 2120 until 2130, it is considered as one of the biggest games made ever, the project started as an idea, to create the game it took over 10000 people purely writing code for the game and the rest of the game had to be outsourced as they didn't have the resources to complete the game by themselves, that is the only reason why 15% of the shares would only be worth $500 million.

Pandora, A world of new beginnings.

Meet Kai Anderson who lives alone, but he wasn't always alone.

8 Years ago.

He was happy, he wasn't alone, he used to have a family, people who cared for him, but that all ended in the year 2122.

One day they were there, the next they weren't, he was informed that it was an accident, a thorough investigation had occurred after all, it isn't every day that a plane crash happens, especially with the advanced technology compared to previous decades, but there's nothing he can do about the investigation since they found nothing conclusive.

8 Years Later and he has started a new life, his parents had left a substantial sum of money for him to live with, he had invested in a company called Eternal gaining 15% of the stocks for 1/3 of his wealth, costing him a total of $500 million, his 15% gives him enough money to do what he wants with his life and not have to worry.

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I didn't want to write this. I really didn't. I'm delighted that my loyal readers gave this book a chance anyway even though it's different from what other novels are like out there. But, I am going to cancel this novel or update slowly. I tried very hard to persist by writing more chapters. But I can't. I lost my direction and creative voice.

It's NOT the reader's fault. It's my own. I love and appreciate all the feedback and comments given. Readers are allowed to offer opinions and critiques. I praise those who do. It's very insightful and thoughtful. 

The reason why I chose to give up is for two reasons. I lost my direction, meaning that it's not coming out the way I initially wanted it. The reason why is because I felt that since my story is different, I took a risk, which all authors do. We take risks. 

But unfortunately, I changed and re-wrote this story twice because I tried to make it good. But I didn't follow my initial instinct because I was afraid of what people may think, which is my fault for overthinking in the first place. 

Now, for the second reason. I am comparing this book to my first one. Now, it's challenging to grasp attention as a novice writer with no experience. But my first book, "Daughters of the Elite," FAILED the first time. It flopped. Badly. I went in and re-wrote it. 

NOW, it has a million views, hundreds of comments, and dozens of reviews. I never thought it would reach that audience since it's not contracted. But it did, and I'm happy and thrilled! 

The second time I wrote it, I received collections and votes quickly. I struggled at first, but my audience multiplied, once the word spread. My synopsis grabbed people, and I didn't enter any competitions because I didn't like the fact that people had to pay spirit stones. UGH. The amount of money I spent on this app because of 1000+ chapter novels. 

I hated the spirit stone system, so when I began writing, I wanted my stories to be good and free, but the issues are none of my works are promoted for that reason. 

I didn't gain a cent writing DOTE, but it's OKAY. I write these books for fun, but in the end, I know when to stop if it's not doing well. This book is not doing well at all. Which, again, I am not hurt by it that much, because I have book three that keeps me going. 

Before publishing this book, I received many requests and comments about how people were excited about book two, and I feel like I failed you guys. It's mysterious for sure, with some intrigue. But it's not what people want. 

Book 3, however, is anticipated. Now, I already began writing the book, and there are no struggles with it so far in terms of plot writing. *Hopefully* but I should drop this one. I persisted with DOTE; I failed on this one. I'm sorry. 

This book is about love that is thought to be lost but regained over time. 

NOW! I might complete this novel!!! However, updates will be unpredictable. It could be once every few days, maybe once a week. I am focused on book three. 

I really do like writing this book. But again, not many people like the idea of this one, of course, as you readers being the wonderful exception. 

I will be deleting this chapter in 24 hours so I can proceed with new chapters. But again will be mainly working on book three:

...

BOOK THREE:

"A SONG FOR A SUMMER'S NIGHT" 
 
[Release will be in one or two weeks]
Tags: Romance; Arranged Marriage; Forbidden Romance

Song Luli is a sharp-tongued, bold, and reserved young woman who unexpectedly becomes the new successor of her father's company—Song Entertainment—right after her older sister abruptly disinherits herself. 

Song Luli, now the heiress of a large company, soon receives word that Song Entertainment is crumbling in the business world, and to secure her position; she must marry Long Jie, a wickedly handsome heir of a conglomerate, who is bound to duty and responsibility. 

Long Jie is a handsome, ruthless, and calculative young man who destroys careers or makes them, and he is known to be frigid by rejecting every offer for a suitable match. 

But he picks Song Luli. 

On the terms of marriage, they agreed to never fall in love, to never think about the possibility as they dedicate their time towards their jobs and families. Marriage benefited both of them for the sake of power and to survive the turmoils of High Society. 

Watch as the budding romance blooms between two stubborn and cynical individuals who share more in common than they want to admit, learning more about what it means to be married, and battle the power struggles that they face, together. 

Meanwhile... 

Song Luli's cousin Su Xiang is an aspiring doctor devoted to her job and inheriting the legacy her mother built. She is the heiress of Song Pharmaceuticals, but when her older adoptive brother returns from four years of Medical school, she must confront the blooming feelings she harbours for him. 

Until next time, and hopefully, I succeed.

What happens if the person you thought you hated the most turned out to be the one who loves you ceaselessly, unconditionally, and passionately? 

Status: Completed

...

Xue Guangli was a young woman who followed her mother’s legacy; she won’t marry to get above her status. She will earn it. 

However, when a tragedy struck her home, she lost sight of the things she wanted. 

To get her life in order, she must regain the classy legacy she left behind, find the real suspect of her mother’s killer, and pave a way through the challenges thrown at her. 

But when it comes to her mother’s murder trial, Xue Guangli is forced to get help from the man she hates the most—Long Huojin. Long Huojin is an achingly handsome and devastatingly perfect successor of a large conglomerate, but the two never got along. 

Xue Guangli hated Long Huojin for most of her life—so much that when he looks at her, she can hardly breathe. 

Long Huojin, on the other hand, secretly pines for Xue Guangli patiently waiting for the day she’ll let him in. 

***Novel Completed at Chapter 70***

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“Her eyes dropped to the hollow of his throat, to the bob of his Adam's apple. Her gaze lingered and stopped at his mouth, at the seams of his lips. It hadn't occurred to her what it would feel like to taste them.” 


Keywords: Male Lead; Female Lead; Romance; Crime Drama; Strong Female Protagonist; Respectful Male Lead; No Prolonged Misunderstandings; No Sexual Assault; No Evil Sisters; Detailed Smut; 18+ 

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Other Works: 

Daughters of the Elite (4.8)
A Song For a Summer's Night 

Art cover isn't mine. Will remove when asked.

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

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

From the looks of things, there were some people who labeled themselves as 'Daoyuan class students' on social media as means to attract the attention of girls; some were even liars who used such labels when they were actually not part of it. 
The trend was no longer to impersonate a kid from a rich family but to impersonate a Daoyuan class student…
In reality, the majority of Daoyuan class were sophomores that under the strict controls of the black coats. 
This meant that most Daoyuan class students did not have the time to do such things and students tend to be rather shy. If a pretty senior came over to flirt with boys in Daoyuan class, the boys would probably be too shy and run away. 
Not everyone was born to be an expert in love. 
There were even rumors that students of the Daoyuan class had become better and stronger in certain aspects after training…
Some nightclubs even had hiring advertisements that said: High salary! Strength type male metahuman needed in public relations… There were more dishonest than decent such cases. 
Anyway, the current society was just like this, there were bound to be good and bad people and in order to stay out of trouble, you had to be quick-witted. 
It was undeniable that… Metahumans quickly adapted to the society and this was mankind's unique ability: to adapt. 
If humans could not adapt, mankind would not have been on top of the animal chain. 
Of course, there were people who questioned: would metahumans disrupt social stability?
There weren't only good comments about metahumans on the forums. Someone revealed that in South America, there were already cases of metahumans committing crimes. And so were cases in Southeast Asia, Europe, and Australia which were widely broadcasted by their local media. 
But locally, cases like these were really rare…
It was a fact that the local public security had always made top 10 amongst all counties in the world and it was not surprising that the appearance of metahumans did not change that. 
With regards to this, Lu Shu was grateful for the black coats' prowess and first-class methods in maintaining social stability. 
Having mentioned the black coats, what could their sector be called? It couldn't just be 'related sector', right?
At this moment, Lu Shu noticed a girl 2 rows away listening to class when she suddenly started crying and even kept her head down so that the teacher could not see. 
Looking closely, she was just secretly reading a romance novel…
Wow! Lu Shu had a sudden flashback. He had read some novels before and some plots were really disgusting. Maybe he could… use writing novels as a way to earn distress points?! 
However… Lu Shu was troubled. Even though his grades were always good and even topped the class in the previous exam, his essays were consistently poor and never excelled in that area! 
Damn it! Lu Shu felt like he had just discovered a mountain of treasure but just could not retrieve it, how frustrating! He should have read more novels! 
Most writers had read large numbers of books. Perhaps the imagination part relied on talent but the writing required a long time to develop. 
What was meant by writing? Was it the use of bombastic and pretty terms? No. 
Writing was the ability to pen down the world, characters and the storyline inside your mind. This looked simple but it was actually not. 
Even though Lu Shu had read a few novels, these ten years, others were busy living their lives while he was busy trying to make ends meet, so where to find the energy to read that much?
A student who also worked odd jobs until 2 am, where could he find that much leisure time to read novels?
What he read the most were news. The habit to read the news was because he wanted to be updated as sooner or later, he had to go into the society and find a job to feed his family. 
At that point in time, he had to do whatever he could with his fragile body so as to fight for a living for him and Lu Xiaoyu. Instead of reading a novel, he would rather have some sleep. 
Lu Shu did not have options in life since he lacked the basic material foundation. 
The rule of this world was that everything was controlled by destiny and everything was already decided. His living standards already decided that even if Lu Shu were to write a novel, no one might even read it; or if written too poorly, no one would. 
Things like distress points relied on the people and if no one read, there would not be any distress points. 
But Lu Shu's life wasn't that bad… He still had his adorable classmates. 
This afternoon, Lu Shu did not bring his stinky tofu to the canteen but instead, he took a public bus to a second-hand phone market that was 5km away. He wanted to buy a new SIM card to use for the Golden Foundation forum. 
The second-hand phone market was located in the heart of Luo City city which used to be bustling with activity but had later on been reduced to a low-class business district. 
A few years ago there were still people carrying a bag and asking around, "Anyone wants movies, imported ones? There are all sorts- Hong Kong, Taiwan, Japan, and Korean!"
But such people were no longer seen and a new business took its place: Second-hand phones, selling lost identification cards, phone SIM cards, etc. 
This place had no regulations or control and it was a mess. 
But Lu Shu liked this kind of messy environment. Wearing his hoodie and walking on the streets, he casually found a portable stall and managed to buy a SIM card with just 70 dollars. 
The phone he was using was also a second-hand one and now, his SIM card was also bought using someone else's identification. With the tens of thousands of users on the Golden Foundation forum, it was almost impossible to find out his real identification. 
On the way back in the bus, Lu Shu was scrolling through the forums and came upon a new post. The original poster seemed familiar, it was the one selling chives! 
The post said: Not only were the chives sold out, even his house was sold at a high price. 
Lu Shu was stunned and continued reading. Apparently, after the buyer bought the chives, he was not satisfied and decided to offer a price that was 30% higher than the market rate to buy the house that the seller lived in, claiming that he needed to grow his own chives to achieve the effects…
Lu Shu looked at the post in disbelief. Why were some people so weird, buying a house to grow chives to eat? Did this guy not care about his money?
That's not right… Lu Shu had suddenly thought of another possibility. 
If the idea that different places in the world had different Feng Shui was right, then could it be that the house that those special chives grew in was richer in magical energy? 
Thinking about it, Lu Shu understood what happened. The buyer had bought this place to carry out his training! 
Daoyuan class had resumed at night and Xi Fei started off with checking everyone's progress. 
Liu Li's hopes to complete two cycles were destroyed as those who tried practicing in the day realized that the speed of training was much faster at home. 
At this moment, Xi Fei asked Jiang Shuyi for his progress and he calmly replied, "Progress, 2 cycles completed."
Everyone was taken aback. Jiang Shuyi did not only have tier B aptitude but could also complete 2 cycles so quickly? 
But everyone also noticed that Xi Fei was not surprised…


Magical energy has come to this world; Lu Shu could only stare as one powerhouse after another appear.

Looking at his own peculiar ability, he exhaled a breath of cold air.

Dog balls!

...

This is a story of how Lu Shu used poisonous chicken soup to become the Demon King

Translator Synopsis:

This is the story of an orphan, Lu Shu. He is not any regular orphan, but a metahuman experiencing the changes in himself, his country and the world during the dawn of the magical era. Watch as Lu Shu embarks on a journey to hone his peculiar abilities together with his sister, the adorable and charismatic Lu Xiaoyu. Along the way, they’ll encounter supernatural events, obstacles and even the most powerful people in their country. How will Lu Shu make the best of his abilities and oust his never-ending list of rivals and opponents?

Staying with Eva certainly wasn't boring. On the first night they were at her house she insisted they were going to burn through as many Disney movies as possible so Hazel would know who all they bothered standing in line to take pictures with. 
She hadn't realized her lack of knowledge had been so apparent. But Eva wasn't unkind about it. It seemed more like she wanted to share something fun that she liked than she thought Hazel was crazy for not knowing before. 
Most of the movies were pretty cute. Exactly the sort of things kids tended to eat up. 
Hazel had enjoyed it too once upon a time. Her parents used to put those types of movies on for her and sometimes even take her to see them in theaters. 
She used to wish they would play movies while she was in the mental hospital. But after meeting Will and hearing all of the amazing things there were to know about the real world, the fictional one hadn't appealed to her as much anymore. 
Besides, once she got out her uncle wasn't the type to allow children's movies in his house. He didn't like the slightest bit of noise indicating she existed most of the time. That was the only reason he supplied her with minimal art supplies. 
Drawing was always an effective way to shut her up. As she went back to school and was able to check out books from its library she tried to draw the things she read about. There were even some guides on how to draw that helped her a lot as she tried to improve. 
Hazel spent the remainder of her elementary school days and most of middle school as well refining her technique. She was so absorbed by all there was to learn that she had no interest in friends so it wasn't like anybody other than her uncle would have taken her to the movies either. 
When they weren't watching movies, Eva wanted to hear more about Hazel's life. There really wasn't much to tell leaving out her juicy past. She was a pretty boring person. 
Talking about her art was a fairly safe topic. She mentioned that she had been interested in it basically her whole life so it was the obvious career choice even though people advised her against it. 
Everything had worked out in the end. She landed this comic job, which looked great on her resume. And after that she ended up married to someone who was willing and able to buy her all the art supplies she could ever want. Will had kept his promise quite well even if it was later than she had hoped. 
Getting here had been a rough road though. Her uncle didn't support her dreams and refused to pay for her to go to art school. He had barely acknowledged her when she got a scholarship by buying her a school sweatshirt. 
All of her high school teachers (except the art teacher) were against it too. They thought she was wasting her brains on a field that wouldn't pay well or offer a consistent job unless she decided to be a graphic designer. 
Hazel didn't want to spend her entire life creating lifeless things for other people. She refused to go down that road, even if it meant picking up a bunch of odd jobs to get by. 
Graphic designers didn't have any sort of creative freedom whatsoever in her mind. She needed to be unrestrained and free in her art or she felt choked. Even working with a finicky author like Eva was far superior to making logos all day. 
The nice thing was that Eva understood how she felt about taking the easy road. She could have gone to grad school to become a social worker like every other psychology major she knew because it was the 'smart choice' with that degree. Social workers, like graphic designers, were in high demand. 
But she was one to take the road less traveled by. If she went back to grad school it would be to specialize in the very specific field she wanted and nothing less. 
She had told Hazel how she ended up where she was now, in what her mother called 'a career dead end.' Yes, she was working two jobs and didn't have the most glamorous lifestyle but she made enough to do fun things every so often like their trip in Florida. 
The point was that she was doing what she wanted and didn't feel a rush to change that. Hazel could respect that. 
What she was less fond of was that Eva's interest in true crime and serial killers was because she was genuinely intrigued by criminology. Her eventual goal was to work for the FBI as a profiler. 
Wanting to catch people like her parents' killer wasn't the part she was upset by. It was how she consumed countless amounts of media about serial killers and other famous criminals and helped perpetuate sales and popularity for those things. 
It was people like her who kept the market for such grotesque things open. Those she truly despised—the people who capitalized on other people's pain by writing books picking apart the sick minds of killers—made money off of people like Eva. It was why they kept doing it. 
She had seen the book on the Bay Area Blade that had largely inspired his inclusion in that docuseries in a stack on the coffee table. It had taken all of her willpower to keep her mouth shut about it.
The series had already started airing and Hazel desperately hoped Eva wouldn't want to watch it while she was stuck here. She wasn't sure she would calmly be able to explain why she couldn't bear to watch that crap. 
Three days passed and there was no sign of the snow letting up back home so she would have to stay here a while longer. That show aired on Sundays and it was Thursday now. More than anything she wanted the airport to be cleared for travel before then.

“I’ll marry anyone who will take me!” Hazel declared loudly. “I don’t need love!”

“Get down!” Will hissed. “You don’t know what kind of people are lurking around in here! Talking like that might get you killed!”

==

Hazel Dixon thought she was putting her troubled past behind her. But when the person she thought she trusted most betrays her, she loses her head and proposes to an entire bar full of strangers. 

Enter Will Sheffield, a charming stranger who decides to take her up on her offer to save her from herself. 

He spoils her rotten without expecting anything in return and Hazel's confusion only grows. She doesn't know why he is acting this way. Or why he reminds her so much of the 'dangerous' childhood friend she thought was gone forever...

A good number of authors in Webnovels are still going to school. I always felt respect for these authors because they are able to sneak some time in their busy schedule to still write their stories. 

There are a few authors I know like Rianolinon, and Zehell who updates on a daily basis. These two are the princesses of the 'Daily Updates and Fantasy section' and their novels are often featured on a weekly basis. 

There was an author in the Inkstone Server that once said that as long as you can update on a daily/regular basis, you will get readers. In my opinion, this is very true. When I was still a reader, I prefer reading novels that are updated on a daily basis. It gives me something to look forward to every day.

Also, updating on a daily basis gives you a higher chance to appear on the "Daily Updates Section" that can only be seen (I think) when using browsers. Well, most people read using their cellphones while others (like me) prefer to read them using a desktop.

For new writers who want to have traction/exposure in Webnovels, uploading daily chapters might give you that fan base you are hoping for. Of course, you also need to write an interesting story in order to make them stay. 

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Mr.McGuffin: @Rianolinon You are supposed to be writing.

Rianolinon: I am writing I swear.

Mr.McGuffin: Now you are sharing roblox accounts hehe.

Namake: Jesus! You've had an account since 2010

Rianolinon: No. I played in 2010, not account. My first account was made in 2011.

Namake: Ah. My account is a 2011 account.

Rianolinon: I was like 5 years old in 2010. I didnt know anything about email. How in the world would I make an account? Lol

Namake: Lmao.

Reinesse: Y'all are crazy.

Rianolinon: No we're not.

Reinesse: I was playing cooking mama at five yo.

Rianolinon: Well, I was playing plants vs zombies.

Namake: That reminds me, I've been wanting to download overcooked.

Reinesse: Same.

Rianolinon: Some strategy game that involved like different teams. 

Mr.McGuffin: I played Roblox "Illegally" in elementary school becoz I could trick the teachers into thinking it was something else.

Rianolinon: and u needed to get resources, and build stuff, and get troops then wage war that game was so difficult.

Namake: @Mr. McGuffin I have done 3 school projects where I used roblox or minecraft to build them. God I miss highschool *sob emoticon* It was so goddamn easy.

Mr.McGuffin: My school system has a vendetta against tech.

Rianolinon: I suck, I dont do homework. I surprisingly type my novel once a day, but I don't do homework. Priorities at best. Just like how I should have finished typing my chapter 2 hours ago.

Elyon: You got your priorities messed up.

Rianolinon: Yet I am still typing it.

Mishak: How do guys manage school and writing?

Rianolinon: School work in school. If I don't finish well rip me.

Mishak: You find time to finish school work in school?

Rianolinon: Nah. I don't even do it.

Mr.McGuffin: Ummm, work school work writing coffee then the cycle repeats lol. That is my summer schedule at least.

Mishak: It was impossible to do anything other than school work especially when I was in high school.

Mr.McGuffin: haha. Nah, HS is a joke. I've had one hard class and that was bc the teacher hated me.

Mishak: HS is a joke? *flushed emoticon*

Mr.McGuffin: still got an A. Yeah I finished all my HS requirements by my 11th grade year. I can technically graduate a year early, but i get free college classes if I don't so.

Mishak: Hmm well, it was one of the busiest times college was fun.

Rianolinon: Hey, do realize Mr.McGuffin literally gets 100% on everything don't even talk to that inhuman being.

Mishak: Haha.

Rianolinon: I'm human ok, I'm getting C's.

Mishak: Me too @Rianolinon

Mr.McGuffin: College is okay so far. But all I'm doing is the classes in the morning then racing back to my HS for all my electives like Building construction.

Rianolinon: Honestly what should I go for in college if I want to be an author?

Mr.McGuffin: idk.

Rianolinon: Or should I just go for Computer Science anyway?

Mr.McGuffin: I'm gonna be an engineer.

Mishak: Go for Journalism.

Rianolinon: My delicate fingers aren't made for engineering.

Mr.McGuffin: Hehe, it is just a bunch of math numbers instead of words.

Murakami: My delicate brain isn't made for engineering.

Mishak: I hated HS math.

[A/N: Math hated me.]

Rianolinon: Misha what are u taking right now?

Mr.McGuffin: hehe.

Mishak: I hated HS physics.

Elyon: Why don't you just take teaching course for English? @Rianolinon and teach kids.

Mr.McGuffin: I LOVED PHYSICS.

Rianolinon: Elyon because stage fright.

Elyon: You want to be a streamer and you got stage fright?

Mishak: @Rianolinon I had bio major.

Rianolinon: Besides, I don't talk much. So, streamer and literally stage fright two different things I hide my face.

Murakami: lol

Elyon: *facepalm emoticon*

Mr.McGuffin: I used to be too scared to talk in game chats.

Xan: No wonder when I watch your stream @Rianolinon You don't talk.

Murakami: hnnn.

Rianolinon: Well, I do talk well. Only the 3 recent streams.

Elyon: Well?

Rianolinon: Since headset with mic came.

Elyon: Then why don't you try?

Rianolinon: last week or 2 weeks, but I TRY. I TRY OKAY, but I speak so softly.

Mr.McGuffin: Hey aren't you supposed to be typing?

Rianolinon: Mic barely captures my voice.

Mishak: @Rianolinon you should go for journalism.

Elyon: Nothing will be lost by trying. Get out of your safety zone and start beating some kids with a stick.

[A/N: I was just being sarcatic ok? Kids, don't do this at home!]

Rianolinon: I published already What is journalism?

Mr.McGuffin: okay @Elyon Literally all teachers know how to do.

Mishak: News anchor, writing for newspapers TV, etc kinda.

Mr.McGuffin: I've had 2 good teachers.

Rianolinon: I mean, that's some decent pay I was watching some Youtube ad.

Elyon: Journalism is a good course if you plan to stream and be a vlogger.

Rianolinon: "Quick tips on earning money just by typing" something about typing for blogs and stuff $45/1hr.

Mishak: Nothing lol.

Mr.McGuffin: If i could type as fast you guys I wouldn't mind such jobs.

Elyon: Do you need fast typing speed to flip burger patties?

Rianolinon: Nah.

Elyon: xD

Mr.McGuffin: Yes. Hehe.

Rianolinon: How much is the salary of Mcdonalds anyway?

Elyon: They don't accept cats.

Rianolinon: NYAA.

Elyon: You better try cat cafes. They employ cats there.

Mr.McGuffin: I have a friend who works at McDonald. But only because they are one of the few places in my town hiring minors.

Rianolinon: Gonna switch to phone.

Mr.McGuffin: It is min wage not salary.

Xan: McDonald here pay $10 / day.

Mr.McGuffin: I feel bad for you.

Elyon: It depends on the country. Here in the Philippines you can buy a whole cake for $10.

Mr.McGuffin: Ours pays $8.55 an hour and you work (As a minor) for 6-8 hours.

Rianolinon: I'm angry I hit restart instead of shutdown.

Mr.McGuffin: Smooth.

Elyon: A WHOLE CAKE and my niece from Australia said when she came for a visit "EVERYTHING HERE IS CHEAP!" lmao.

Rianolinon: Head to Vietnam. That's the definition of cheap.

Mishak: or Burma.

Rianolinon: I can literally survive on meals in Vietnam for an entire week with 1 usd.

Elyon: Holy Crap! That's cheap!

Reinesse: Wow.

Mishak: No. It isn't like that.

Mr.McGuffin: I carry $100 on me at all times so I'd get robbed. lol

Elyon: I almost believed her. *glares at cat person*

Mishak: *joy emoticon*

Rianolinon: I'm Vietnamese. I've been to Vietnam multiple times.

Mishak: Bah.

Elyon: You mean you just eat noodles and eggs for a week and call that eating.

Rianolinon: My family in Vietnam owns a restaurant.

Elyon: Lmao. I see.

Mishak: @Rianolinon Do you have a passport? *joy emoticon*

Rianolinon: Yes. Do you want me to get kicked out of America that badly? 

Mishak: Ah then I believe her.

Elyon: So you are able to survive eating steamed vegetables.

Reinesse: @Rianolinon Ofc you can survive in Viet for one week you don't have to pay for food!

Rianolinon: I mean, Ur rite, I don't.

Elyon: Facepalms.

Mr.McGuffin: Exposed.

Elyon: Someone stop me. I'll stab this cat!

Mishak: *joy emoticon* ew.

Mr.McGuffin: This is how I feel about this conversation. It gets worse the more you read into it

Rianolinon: $1 for an entire week is maybe too exaggerated. $3 for an entire week just on food. I only need $1 though Dun eat much.

Mishak: @Rianolinon rest.

Rianolinon: No.

Mishak: You need that now.

Rianolinon: No! It's only 11:00 pm

Mishak: go to sleep.

Rianolinon: Nyaa! Why must I sleep nya!

Mishak: Kiddos need to sleep at that hour.

Rianolinon: Nyo!!!

Mishak: goodnight.

Rianolinon: Nyo!


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Authors Thoughts

This past week, my friends that are still in University/College had their exams. Most of them were very anxious about their upcoming tests and were studying (or not) diligently to pass them. 

Because of this, some were not able to write their chapters because they had to study. I can only wish them the best (and laugh at their misery). May all of you be able to pass your exams with flying (failing) colors!

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Sylos had decided to get a head start on his quest for citizenship. He had twelve lunar months to accrue ten thousand points in order to become a citizen of Vanerlos. If he wanted Eurymian citizenship, he would have to gain sixty thousand points. If one got at least five thousand, the permit would be extended for a year. This extension could be repeated only once but ensured that those with a minimum of five thousand points were guaranteed citizenship. Quite a few applicants had employed the strategy of extending their permit.

There were many ways to obtain points. The higher the degree of difficulty, the more points one could get. The easiest way was to report daily at the Office for one point. At the end of the lunar year, a bonus point would be given for each day one had reported if one had reported every day. One could thus win five hundred and four points extra. Another way, was to take up a trade or profession. There were dozens of options. One was free to seek someone with at least a senior position and ask to be taken under their wing. If that mentor was an expert or master, they would have higher requirements for which applicants they'd accept.

Once the mentor admitted the applicant as an initiate, they would receive a weekly stipend and a hundred points would be given. Two hundred points would be given for becoming an apprentice, three hundred for becoming an assistant and four hundred for a chief assistant. Five hundred points were the reward for acquiring the title of the title of junior associate. One could also get eight hundred points with an advancement to senior associate rank, but that was very difficult to achieve in one year. Each promotion would be accompanied by an increase in salary and rank-related tasks would pay off more points and coins. 

There were significant differences between the types of professions as well. They were divided into three tiers: lower, middle and upper. The jobs that rewarded the most points were also more difficult to progress in. Those ranked at the top were the most specialized and included herbalist, pharmacist, doctor, machinist, and alchemist. Nevertheless, the highest paying careers were in the middle-tier because the demand was greater. 

Furthermore, middle-tiered jobs like hunter, guard, and soldier provided the greatest advantage for receiving missions. Becoming an assistant in a lower-tier profession within twelve months, was easily attainable to most, but the points you would gain were insufficient to even extend the permit. One would have to either be very productive or combine it with other jobs and tasks. Most applicants had opted for middle-tiered jobs and many of them obtained local citizenship after twelve months. Obtaining Eurymian citizenship had been deemed an impossible goal by the vast majority, although some tried their hand at it, none succeeded.

The occupation one chose could effectively be combined with joining a guild. A trader joining the merchant guild would be synergistic, for example. It would facilitate job completion, provide a professional network and bonus points for each fulfilled task. Nonetheless, it was up to the aspiring citizen make their choice. Some took risks and elected to be strategic and creative with their job and guild selection. Joining several guilds or combining different jobs could also exponentially raise the points one could gain. However, those who could effectively do that would have little reason to seek citizenship in Vanerlos since their skills ensured their worth in most kingdoms.

Thirdly, there were job and guild independent tasks, quests and missions. Tasks denoted local activities that benefited the town. Unlisted acts could also be rewarded, but the standard of evaluation was not explained. More importantly, good behaviour, i.e. respecting the law, and passing the civics exams were both requisites. Failing one of those would guarantee an immediate expulsion. The latter's reward was two hundred points while the firsts was fifty points. Quests pertained to ventures outside the locality of Vanerlos. And missions could only be given by someone with both some status of nobility and political power. Moreover, they would only be given to applicants who had already proven their competence.  

The ranking of those three activities was done by stars. It went from easiest, one star, to hardest, five stars. The local tasks didn't exceed three stars, however. Some quests could take one outside of Vanerlos for days., Taking them up implied one was willing to give up on the five hundred and four bonus points for reporting daily. One had to truly be intelligent every step of the way and make smart and strategic decisions. Nevertheless, those who were earnest, talented and hardworking people generally obtained citizenship. Since Lord Vanyor the XII had introduced this system centuries ago, thousands of applicants had become faithful and fervent citizens of Vanerlos. A number of them were incorporated into the Hunter's Collective and became loyal subjects of the Loze family. However, some aspired to a comfortable and peaceful life after working hard for naturalisation. They usually changed professions and picked less stressful jobs after officially becoming citizens.



Since the exam could be taken freely, Sylos initially wanted to wait a few weeks. Taking it immediately didn't seem like an appropriate move. However, his conversation with Camilla had convinced him otherwise. He then thought of joining the Naturalist Guild which regrouped the top-ranked jobs in Vanerlos and to apply for an apprenticeship with one of its senior mentors, or even masters. He had also selected a few tasks during his late-night reading. 

Sylos arrived at the Citizen's Office a few hours before midday. He recognized Mérias who was posted outside and went up to him. "Greetings, sir Mérias." The guard's eyes widened. "His spirits have recovered?" The guard thought to himself. "Greetings, sir Sylos." He imperceptibly smiled and nodded. The applicant confidently entered the hallway. He continued towards the central room of the ground floor after flashing his permit to some guards. The Office was way livelier than the previous day. It was filled with people, both civilians, clerks, and officials. Some clerks gave Sylos a quick and curious glance. He was greeted by several people and politely exchanged names and brief pleasantries with them.

Sylos went to the front desk and was greeted by a middle-aged secretary. "Good morning. You're an applicant for citizenship?" The man had already heard of the popular foreign candidate but could hide it well. "Yes. Good morning. I was asked to come here at midday by miss Mirella. I came earlier to take the civics exam." The experienced clerk showed no reaction as he replied: "Very well. Please wait for a moment as get someone for you." He proceeded to quietly speak into an ivory horn-shaped object.  

A minute later, miss Mirella entered the central room and motioned Sylos to follow her. Although the Office was now packed, she still effortlessly stood out from the crowd. "Follow me to the first floor, you can take the exam in the classroom there." She calmly said. Sylos was surprised that neither the secretary nor Mirella were asking him to reconsider and take more time to study. There were over thousands of pages of course material! Was this sort of performance within their expectations? 

Few things were known about the kingdom of Eurymia. Very little information seeped through Her borders. Books, like those that Sylos read, could hardly be found elsewhere. Nevertheless, the stories of Eurymia being peaceful and prosperous appeared to be true. "It must be because of many great talents, and not only the King's Seal, that this kingdom has maintained its peace and prosperity." he silently reflected and felt grateful for Camilla's guidance. "No more hiding." He again remembered.

Mirella lead him into a small classroom, picked a seat for him and took out a bundle of papers. She put the papers on his desk and said: "You would normally have three hours, but as your tutorial starts at midday, you'll have to make due with two. Clear?" Her smile contrasted her impartial tone. "Yes." Sylos nodded. She took out a horn, spoke into it and moments later, a guard came in. She went to the door, turned around and smiled: "Good luck, Sylos." As the guard stood watch, Sylos wasted no time and picked up a feather pen. 

There were over a hundred sheets in the exam bundle with a few questions per page. Sylos did not delay and started immediately. Subjects were randomly ordered, some tested information retention, others tested comprehension. He was fascinated by the thoroughness of this examination. There were even psychological and moral questions. Most answers were didn't take more than a few words, some a few sentences. Most of the time would go into reading and comprehending the questions. This was not an issue for Sylos who wrote at a high pace. To the guard, it looked as if he was quickly writing answers without reading the questions. He finished in less than an hour. "Finished?" The guard neutrally asked when he saw Sylos put his pen down. "Yes. I am." Hearing his response, the guard spoke into a horn and Mirella was back within minutes. 

She promptly retrieved the bundle and briefly gazed at Sylos. "If you have nothing else to do, we can start the tutorial immediately." She proposed. "If it isn't inconvenient for you..." He replied to her. "Not at all." She then nodded to the guard and gave him the exam bundle. He nodded back and left the classroom. "You learned everything at night, right? Did you read through the naturalisation chapters as well?" Mirella smoothly asked as if she already knew the answer. "Yes, I read everything." He replied. 

Mirella put her horn next to her ear and appeared to be listening. "Let me get straight to the point. Since you could process all the information, there is no real need to go through with the tutorial. Everything you would need to know was included in the books and documents you received" She started walking around the room as he explained. "I will tell you this, however. The process of admitting citizens is adaptable. Young Lord Vaner and his father have always been adamant about testing each applicant as an individual and adopting the necessary methods to draw out their unique potential. The rules and procedures you read about are thus subject to change. Do you see what I'm getting at?" She cordially asked. 

A light went on in Sylos' head: "This period is not only for testing but also for training?" Mirella smiled brightly. "You could say the testing is the training." She suggested. His eyebrows abruptly rose in shock. "Could it be?!"

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