A brain storming session were my readers can comment on my ideas with their own suggestions

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It's another few days later, about five days that's gone by and passed, that occurred in the month of late spring of that year.

It was also a bright sunny day but not hot enough for the weather right now as Eden was inside the room where she's sharing with the children and seemed to be thinking of something silently and deeply while sitting on her bed.

Her head was slightly turned to the side to gaze out through the window as if looking something blankly from a distance in some sort of far away sight-gazing or something.

Then whatever she was thinking about, she decided to write it all down on her journal and then vent out her thoughts so that she might be able to try to think clearly again from her chaotic-thinking mood.

She reached down to the hiding place to bring out her journal and then looked at it blankly for a moment before she started writing another new entry again.

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JOURNAL ENTRY: DAY UNKNOWN, 5TH MONTH MAY, YEAR 2XXX

Hey, this is Eden again.

A few days have already gone by and so far, I haven't thought much about it on what to do with Cain because he's starting to be nice and becoming a great guy in my sight all of a sudden, that it's starting to slightly unnerve or freak me out at this kind of attention I'm having from him.

I didn't know what to think of it again since I haven't dated much or known some guys to be close to me or something like that as it's been a long time for me and I realized that I'm very inexperienced at this.

I've also been keeping my guard up around Cain but he's been so nice to me that it's making me feel all soft towards him like what I think a teenager would feel having their first crush or something.

Even though I know better than that, Cain's sweet gestures have been bothering so much that it got me very conflicted about it and my mind was in chaos on thinking so many ideas or things in my head that I can't make sense out of.

I feel like I'm about to go crazy if this keeps up.

So what I've been doing is trying to keep a safe distance away from him but not too far so that the children wouldn't notice and be upset about it. For my kids have already attached themselves to Cain as if they've known for a long while that he's really a good person and all that.

But I still have my doubts and it's becoming a problem for me that I wasn't able to make up a solution to solve the problems that I have or do not have.

Right now, that's all there is to it. I had to vent and rant this out so that I would be able to think more clearly and without any more conflicts running inside my head so that I'll be able to come up with some ideas on how to deal with this matter.

So far, it looks like I'll try having a break for myself so that I'd be able to have my mind cleared and thought about what to do with Cain until that time comes or when something happens or anything else.

I don't know much about friendships and close relationships and all that, but at least I get the gist on feelings and such and I knew better not to be attached to that, for I have been burned before because of the previous one long ago that got us here for some reason.

Once I have my mind cleared and made up of my final decisions, then I won't be able to feel so conflicted and indecisive from then on.

Until then, this is Eden signing off.

*****

After Eden finished writing the entry, she hurriedly hid her journal away when she heard noises coming towards the room. She managed to close the hiding place and stood up looking casual and calm as her two kids, Michael and Annie burst into the room and laughing as they were playing a game of tag with Cain who was chasing them.

The two children quickly hid behind Eden's legs as if she's the safe-zone and Cain stopped and looked at her with a smile on his face, that nearly made Eden blush on hers. She shook it off quickly before he or her kids noticed it. For she still couldn't consider whether the two of them are friends or not. As she's still thinking about it and not accepting whatever relationship they have right now so fast.

Either Cain noticed it or not, he didn't show it but Eden felt like that he does and might be feeling a little hurt by this, however, she shook this off as well when the kids started begging her to play with them in their game and she accepted to join them with a warm smile on her face. That made them squeal excitedly and they ran off before Eden and Cain would react to catch up to them.

Eden decides to think about her thoughts deeply for later, but for now, she'll just relax with her children as they are safe and secure here in these forests and that there are no threats or any dangers lurking about that they have to worry or be concerned with. Cain and Eden went out of the room to chase after the kids, to play with them in their tag game.

*****

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I am alone.
In a Zombie Apocalypse.
I'm on a self-journey to find more survivors or trying to find a safe place.
Or I'm just living through it and surviving all by myself.
Listen to my story.
Listen or read about my survival.
It is all here in my SURVIVOR'S JOURNAL

*****

A lone survivor.
Since the beginning of the Apocalypse.
She survives through a hellish fallen world.
With nothing but her wits and a few skills that she has from her former normal life and learned throughout the apocalypse.
Listen to her tale.
Listen to what she has gone through in her survival through everything and how she managed to stay alive.
Listen or Read her SURVIVOR'S JOURNAL.

*****

"How long have you been alone?"

"Since the very beginning."

"How did you survive by yourself?"

"Nothing.  Nothing but with just my wits and a few skills and smarts that I have learned throughout everything."

"I'm surprised you're even sane and alive for so long and being alone."

"Oh, I'm not alone.  I have my journal."

*****
(Author's Note: This is a fictional story.  It is not based in real life at all.)

It was a warm summer when everyone was busy in holidays , Jessica was pregnant with her first child . There was no one around her to tend her and her unborn baby.

According to some old beliefs ,a pregnant woman has heightened presentiment


Jessica was one such lady who could sense and had weird premonition that she couldn't expound to herself.

It was 4am and the baby inside her womb was  swirling like rabbit inside her. She looked at her baby bump and said " Enough of kicking your mumma  from there , contain your enthusiasm ,we will meet soon ,stop getting impatient"

She turned to writing now as she was unable to sleep.
Writing had always been her penchant though she deems herself a bad writer.
She started writing her journal. Now she  got into pool of thoughts , rush of mind ,and train of ideas.

Hello everyone my name is Rosalynn Doherty I'm currently 17 years old and from Massachusetts in the USA I love writing typing reading I'm quite a bookworm actually I also love singing dancing acting I'm into the performing arts tho don't ask me to play an instrument lol. I currently have a cat named KitKat who...I think thinks she's a dog not quite sure but she often sits by me while I work i often like to hear opinions and suggestions from people which is why I have chosen not to continue until I get the opinion of the people what do you all enjoy? I'm currently into Vampire and Werewolf romance i just can't help but wish the dreamy guys in those stories were real. Sorry got a bit off topic lol. I am Bisexual and currently taken by my girlfriend who supports my ideas and tries her best to help me. I need to listen to music in order to work usually I'm writing romance stories so I listen to the type of songs that have love in the meaning with the lyrics and tune and it helps me come up with new ideas. Tho I must say it doesn't always protect you from writers block which i have dealt with a few times while typing out my thoughts and creative story ideas. I hope you all can help me get this novel started and will enjoy it I cannot say it will be perfect but I say I will absolutely try my hardest to please all of you thank you for giving me your time.

I am sitting the game system, in discord...  I just need suggestions cuz my brain is closed... PLZ HELP!  
I finished writing the basics of the EXP system, and now stuck in the elemental system (almost done, but need some creative ideas!) 

After I finish writing the new game system, I will proceed with the re-write... so the more you help me, the faster I can start writing!  (Discord Link both in comments and in writer's note!)

Voidne is the unluckiest person in the world.  Just like his mother, he needs to work 5 times harder than normal people, just to achieve the same thing.

But one day the unlucky Voidne crossed through a wormhole by a mistake, that sent him into a parallel universe to occupy the body of the Voidne from that universe.

The new parallel universe was more advanced, and a new game was about to get released.  It was a VRMMORPG, that is going to be super popular.  Even companies were going to fight over occupying this game.

Voidne who was the unluckiset person in the world, is now the luckiest person in the world...  

See how Voidne's life will change!

This book is a work of fiction.
The characters and events depicted in this spectacle are fictitious.
Any resemblance to actual persons or other book characters, events, places, historical, living or dead is purely coincidental and imaginative only.
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduce in any form without permission of the author, except who may quote brief passages in a review.
Foreword;
There might be grammatical errors and typos along the way. And I'm hoping for your kind consideration and cooperation.
I wrote this on my journal way back 2016 and published it on Wattpad year 2017.
So at that stage my writing was really really a fetus one.
I am currently in MAJOR editing and revision. 
To sum it up, I drafted all the chapters in this novel to edit and finalize.
And I would like to appreciate your concern in a good way to better of my writing but I also like blocking rude people saying stuffs if that's the case. I am kind to others if they're kind to me too.
Treat people with kindness.
Also some contents are not suitable for ages below 18. Read at your own risk.
Images and other ideas in this book will be link at the last chapter as references. All credentials are belong to the rightful owner.
This is the Book 1 of "Chronicles Of HIRAWEI".
Let midnights be the guidance on your dark path to reach the moon for light.
No more so called names i'm just, the MIDNIGHTÓWLER (mid-nayt-aw-ler).
Date Written: Midsummer 2016
Date Published: 12/26/17
Date Ended: ??

It started in midsummer where magic rarely appears.

A struggle between human and nature by combining man-made structures with Elementals, Charms, Flora and Fauna, all coexisting in a forced, urban manner.

The only way you'll see is the Solitary Tree on a serene grassland alongside an old train railway.

5 Kingdoms, 4 Renoigs and 1 Academy in a world called; HIRAWEI.

It is only a matter of time before the human settlement expands above the surface or invades the water.

What could be waiting for you in there?

Do you ever come back in time? or you'll have to see, to discover.

You destined your destination! welcome to your stop.


The Owl Phases (Chronicles Of HIRAWEI #1)
Genre: Speculative Fiction
Language: Filipino, English
WRITTEN BY MIDNIGHTOWLER, 2017

Relaxing on the hawk throne, I was grateful that Anton had added the cushioning charm to make the chair more comfortable. Tapping my fingers thoughtfully on the cover of my journal, starting with the question I considered most important, I questioned, "Is it possible to change the future?"

Taken aback at the questions, Anton narrowed his eyes and studied the serious look on my face and carefully responded, "That depends on what type of knowledge of the future you have. For the most part, knowledge of the future comes in two different varieties, Prophecies and visions."

Confused, I asked, "Aren't those the same thing."

Shaking his head, he clarified, "There are huge differences between prophecies and visions. A vision is about a possible future, if you know what's coming, you can begin to make changes, but you have to remember, the more you change, the more the outcome is changed as well. It could even change to the point where you have no idea what is going to happen. On the other hand, a prophecy is different; it's impossible to change a prophecy."

"But, if you know the future, shouldn't you be able to circumvent the prophecy." I stubbornly argued. 

Shaking his head, he responded, "That's not how it works, look a vision can be changed because it is only one possible future based on people's most likely actions, but there are still many different choices people could make that could lead to a different outcome. A prophecy is only issued when every possible future leads to a certain event. No matter what choice you make, the ending is always the same. That is why prophecies are rare. Think about how many different choices people make. Now imagine that every possible path leads to the same conclusion. That is why it's impossible to change prophecies."

Nodding my understanding, I clarified, "So if I theoretically knew of some deaths of people I wanted to save, I would need to wait till the last minute to save them. Otherwise, if I take action too early, the future could change in such a way that I would have no idea what was going to happen."

He shrugged and replied, That would be your best bet, but trying to change the future can be frustrating at best, there has been plenty of wizards, who drove themselves mad trying to manage the future."

Opening my journal to the first page, I found two names staring back at me, Cedric Diggory, and Sirius Black. I sure that there were others that Voldemort and his followers killed, but for the life of me, I didn't remember their names. While my memory of this life was nearly perfect, the memories of my previous life have been fading, it's like trying to remember a dream, its easy to remember the dream, but the details become fuzzy.

The most important name on my list is Cedric's name, if I can't save my best friend, then what the hell is the point of knowing about the future. As much as I would like to help Sirius get out of prison, I can't risk changing anything that will put the knowledge of the future at risk. Otherwise, Wormtail will kill Cedric in our sixth year during the Triwizard tournament.

Burying my guilt towards Sirius, I consoled myself that I would take action to make sure he didn't die early. Realizing that I hadn't spoken anything for several minutes, I moved on to other topics that I needed to be clarified.

Deciding to tackle a problem that I had been trying to think of a solution for, I asked, "Do you know anything about the magical trace that gets put on underage wizards when they start school?

Stroking his beard eyes twinkling, he replied, "Ah, the trace, it was a controversial topic in my day, the trace was one of the main reasons why I resigned from the council. That's when I saw the writing on the wall; the council was changing. We went from almost no interference in wizarding lives to hexing and tracking our children. A few years after I resigned, the council was dissolved, and the Ministry of Magic took its place, and I'll bet it's only gotten worse. Although even I have to admit, they figured out a clever way to implement to hex."

Wanting to avoid the trace if possible, I asked eagerly, "How does it get put on?"

Smirking at me, he taunted, "I'll give you a hint; it's something that every underage wizard goes through. Let's see if you can guess what it is."


Running over everything, I've learned about this world, both from the books and over everything I've learned over the last ten years. I guessed, "Does it happen when you buy your first wand."

Grinning at me, he replied, "Not a bad guess, but no, it has to do with your invitation to Hogwarts. The invitation is a magically binding agreement when you send the reply that you will be attending, you must sign your name. That is how the trace gets attached. Every wizard must be very careful when signing magical documents; if a hex or a curse is attached, it is exceedingly difficult to break. The reason why it's so difficult is that if someone willingly signs their name to something, it allows the magic to sink deep within them. Besides, I imagine that if you can break the trace, the Ministry would find out almost immediately, the better way would be to trick it somehow temporarily."

Seeing my disgruntled stare, he consoled me, "But I don't think you need to worry about the trace too much, It is mainly used to track magic out in the muggle world. As long as you are on our property, they wouldn't be able to tell it was you that cast the spell."

We continued to speak over questions and ideas that I had until I realized that I had away from home for most of the day, and my mother was probably about to send out a search party. Reassuring Anton that I would be back soon, I left the tower to head home. 

In the following months, I spent every free moment I had at the tower. One of my favorite spots in the tower was on the third floor. Where there was a library containing Anton's collection of books. 

While I was glad to be able to read more books containing magic, most were useless without a wand. What good was a book of spells, that required a wizard to have a wand?


Before I knew it, the fall of 88 had arrived, and I turned 11, knowing that Hogwarts was less than a year away. I redoubled my efforts at trying to learn all I could, it was slow going, but I was confident that I would probably be one of the most prepared first-year students to attend Hogwarts in a while. 

A few weeks after my birthday, I was watching the twins run around the house. They never seemed to run out of energy. Feeling a tap on my shoulder, I turned to see my father standing behind me. He made a motion with his head, indicating I should follow him.

After arriving at his study, he found his way to his favorite brown recliner. He motioned for me to take a seat, sitting across from him. We sat in silence, the only noise being the pop and crackle from a small fireplace. Knowing that my father would speak once he was ready, so I just enjoyed sitting with him. 

In a low voice, he said, "You know, you'll be leaving us next year for Hogwarts, So I was hoping to spend more time with you before you left. It seems like I've barely seen you over this last year. I was hoping you might want to start coming to the workshop with me."

A pang of guilt flashed through me, regarding how much time I've spent at the tower lately. 

He continued, "I know you normally spend your mornings with either your grandmother or your mom learning. But, I thought that it's high time for me to do my part in your education. No son of mine isn't going to excel at charm-work and enchanting." After looking around to make sure Leaning in close, he whispered, "Your mother and I have a little bet going on about what will be your favorite subject, charm-work, or potions. She keeps on bragging about how much of a head start she has, considering that she has spent years teaching you all about potions. But I'm confident that my workshop will lure you into the wonderful world of enchanting, by the time I'm through showing you how everything works, I sure potions will seem rather tame."

Ecstatic that I would finally be allowed to go to the workshop where he did all his charm work. I eagerly responded, "Nothing would make me happier; I have always wanted to see how you make everything in the shop."

The next day at breakfast, mom eyed me suspiciously, while dad smugly sipped his coffee. The twins, oblivious to the silent competition going on between mom and dad, started complaining that they didn't want to begin schooling with grandmother. I winced, feeling sorry for them, as their hands were destined to cramp up, trying to meet grandmother's calligraphy standards.

When breakfast was finished, we used the floo network to travel to Fawley Wondrous Enchantments in Diagon Alley. The front of the shop was full of enchanted items, on one side of the shop where larger things like magical tents, vanishing cabinets, school trunks enchanted with various spells woven into them. On the other were smaller, more delicate pieces, such as mirrors, clocks, and other small household items. 


Seeing the front of the shop was always exciting, but I had never been to the basement where he enchanted everything. Heading downstairs, we came to a massive steel door containing our family's crest. He pulled out his wand and tapped the stars seven times in what seemed like a random pattern. Once he finished, the door swung open, showing a vast rectangular workshop. Tables lined the walls, full of items, and knickknacks that he was working on. 

 The middle of the workshop was empty except for a table in the very center, surrounding the table was a large circle etched into the stone floor. After studying the strange loop for a moment, I turned to my dad and asked, "What is the circle for."

Seeing what my attention was focused on, He responded, "That a protective warding spell I cast so that I can experiment with new spells and enchantments inside safely. You have to be careful when doing experimental enchantments; if you mess up your charm work, there is a chance for the results to be rather explosive."

Eager to see how objects were enchanted, I asked, "Are you working on anything new right now." 

Popping open his briefcase, he reached in and pulled out some old parchment and replied."Well, that's what I was hoping to show you, recently at your grandmother's, I came across some old drawings of your grandfather's work that he had been working on outside the warehouse."

Looking over the parchment, I saw several sketched broomstick designs on the parchment. Confused, I asked, "I thought all grandfather's work had burned up in the fire or had been stolen by Whithorn."

In a somber tone, he replied, "I think that these were some ideas for future designs that he drew at home but never got to take them to the warehouse. This may have been one of the last things my father worked on. I was hoping that we could work on it as a project as father and son."

In my mind, I began imagining how we were finally going to take down Whithorn and the Nimbus Racing Company, finally getting revenge for my grandfather. Eagerly I asked, "Can we be finished before I go to Hogwarts next year?"

As soon as I asked the question, dad started shaking his head. He replied, "There's no way we could have it finished before you leave for Hogwarts. Designing a quality broomstick isn't as simple as putting charms onto a broom and flying off into the sunset. Many standard charms don't last very long, to make charms last longer. Enchanters often have to design variations of the charm, to see what is most effective. That's why there is such a variation in the quality of brooms. My father spent years designing custom charms for his design. If there weren't any variation in spells, all flying broomsticks would be equal. If we want to build a broom that can beat the nimbus, we'll have to start from scratch, not to mention, brooms have dozens of spells laid into them, so we will have our work cut out for us. There are other factors as well such as materials, matching the best type of wood to charms can be tricky, one variation of a spell may work great with one kind of wood, but perform differently in another type. It will take years for us to build a broom better than the nimbus. After all, they have a twenty-year head start on us if we want to make a broom faster than theirs, we will have to get creative. 

Hearing the magnitude of the project didn't sway me at all. I would do anything, to get revenge for the pain and suffering Whithorn has put my family through, I would go to the ends of the earth. Growing up without a family in my previous life has made me realize that the most precious thing in my life was my family. May God have mercy on anyone who dares to harm my family, because they will get none from me.

Wanting to banish the violent train of thought my mind was wandering down, I asked, "what are we going to name it?"

With a wistful smile, Dad responded, "When I was young, dad always said he was going to make a broom that could shoot across the sky like a bolt of fire. What do you think about naming it the firebolt?"

What would you do if you were reborn inside the Harry Potter Universe. Follow Alexander Fawley's adventures as he is reborn in the Harry Potter world. In this tale, he will have new unique adventure to call his own, And he will discover that the Harry Potter Universe is much greater than he had imagined.  


P.S 
This is my first story, so please leave reviews, to let me know how I am doing so I can get better. Also J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter I simply like to play in her world

(Ivan Radcliffe)

When someone is intimidated by your presence, they get nervous around you. There are small signs you got to pick up, signs they don't even realize they're showing. 

Sofia Malitz was pretty easy to read. When she was surprised, her eyes widened and her cheeks rose, her eyebrows move up as well. But that expression of hers is not something that one would come by rarely. 
Intimidation, on the other hand, is rare. It really is something if you manage to intimidate Ms. Malitz. She is one hard girl to please and from what I noticed; her instincts are pretty strong. She's always defensive about things. It was very difficult to get through her but me coming close to her, caught her by surprise. For a while, I began to doubt myself. If she even thought I looked good. Nobody had ever made me feel this way, like I was normal. It did feel good, to be myself with her. It felt good to be with someone who wasn't trying to impress me but things were about to change now. I had gotten her trust and it was time to make my move.

Despite being drunk, she hardly spoke about herself. She was a very curious person and her questions were something you'd never expect; it makes me think and sometimes question myself. But hanging out with her, I hadn't felt this in ages. She knew how to have a good time if she let loose. I made mental notes of all this. It would help make the story more real.

We enter her apartment that's on the fourth floor. Her dog comes running to us once we enter in. Adorable.

"What's his name?" I ask as I try to pet him.

"Poirot" she says as she goes in.

She comes out with a glass of water, "Sorry the house is a mess right now" she says sheepishly. 

Wrong. It was sparkling clean, except for a few books lying around. My eyes tour the room as I see a small tent, something that looks like a blanket fort. Wow, this girl was creative.

"Is that a blanket fort?" I ask as I walk towards it. I was impressed with the details.

"Um, yeah. Sort of" she says.

I take the glass off her hands and drink water. I place the glass on the table and look at her. She looked distracted. Had my charms not worked?

"Um, where's the bathroom?" I ask.

"Oh yes, of course, there" she points towards her room. 

"Sof. Where were you?" I hear a guy's voice and turn behind. He was standing at the door. 

"Victor, hey" Sofia says as she approaches. What was he doing here? 

"You didn't respond to my texts or calls, I wasn't sure if you had made it home. You weren't at Absolem either" he says eyeing me.

"You went to Absolem?" Sofia asks him, looking shocked.

"Yeah! I was worried about you" he says sounding concerned. 

"Thanks Victor. I'm home now. We'll talk tomorrow." Sofia smiles at him. I hoped he had got the hint that she was safe and that I wanted him to leave. 

"Who is he, Sof? What is he doing here?" Victor asks her looking suspicious. 

"He's a friend, Victor" she says sternly, "Let me escort you downstairs" she adds and throws a look towards me, that said, 'be right back.'

'She could take as long as she wanted', I thought as she closed the door.

I quickly go to her room and go through the books on her table. Simon had asked her to keep a journal, explaining what she was going through. I just needed to take pictures of it. Things from her perspective would be way better than me imagining it and writing it on my own. All her books were neatly arranged, her diary wouldn't just be lying around. It had to be more discrete, maybe a pen beside it. I would usually keep a pen near mine. I found a book on her bed, beside her laptop. It looked old and was made out of something that looked like recycled paper. Sofia Malitz continued to surprise me even when she wasn't here. 

Click, click, click. I take pictures of her journal from the last few days. This felt so wrong. 'For the story' I kept telling myself. I hear footsteps when I close the book and quickly get into the bathroom. 

Sofia opens the door and gets in. I come out of the room and look at her. She was looking outside the window, she looked tired and sad. It didn't feel good, to see her that way. 

"Thanks for tonight, Ivan. I'm sorry you had to see that." She says.

"Oh no worries." I assure her. "If anything, I'm sorry to impose." I add. 

"Are you alright though?" I ask.

"Yeah, yeah, of course." she nods.

"I better get going then" I say and walk towards the door.

"See you at the book launch" I say and look at her. Had she been crying? Her face looked a little puffy. 

"See you" she smiles. 

I walk down and dial Catherine's number.

I wanted to tell her about my progress, but she doesn't pick the call. I walk towards my car, slowly. 

Sofia's face kept flashing in my mind. I somehow couldn't take her being sad, what was I doing? 

I quickly take out my phone and delete all the photographs. They weren't mine to see. I look up, towards her apartment. Her lights were still on. 

I walked back to the car thinking to myself. I had a wonderful night in a long time. That girl was something.

Sofia, an aspiring writer, suddenly discovers a secret that changes her life because of a tragic incident. 

Ivan, a young, popular producer, is living a perfect life and is in search of a story while possibly hiding a secret of his own.

What happens when Ivan finds his story through Sofia's secret. Would he use it for his own good and lose her? Or would he help her find herself again and in return discover who he is? 


Disclaimer : This is my first novel and is very close to my heart. Do give it a read and let me know if you like it. 

xx.

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

How to defeat a horde of monsters?

Create an army!

How to do that?

BECOME A QUEEN!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

Holy Sh*t. They are not big! 

I'm just small!"

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

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After he roughly went through some of the formulas in the article, Lucien found that the formulas in this world were basically consistent with what he had learned before, at school. If there was no calculation mistake, the sorcerer should be able to locate and find the planet. However, including the author, no one ever managed to arrive on the target planet. 
 
“So weird…” Lucien thought to himself, feeling confused. Then he saw the author’s introduction: 
 
Oliver Constantine—Grand arcanist; Legendary archmage; Level three in the profession of “the Hand of Annihilation”.
 
“It looks like the title of grand arcanist is even superior than legendary archmage, and the two titles are not overlapping. They should belong to different evaluation or ranking systems—the latter is decided by how powerful the sorcerer or sorceress is, while the former depends on one’s contribution to the study of arcana…” Lucien was guessing. Then when he looked at the other authors’ titles in the journal, his thought was proved right: All of them had two different titles, for example, “level eight arcanist, 9th circle Astrology mage”, “level six arcanist, 8th circle Element mage”… Lucien also noticed that, in most cases, the authors’ levels in arcana were lower than their magic power ranks. Therefore, it seemed the achievement in academic study was even harder.
 
Some of the rest of the articles were:
 
“Study of String Vibration in Some of the Magics”
 
“Brief Introduction of Differential Method and Infinite Series”
 
“Thoughts about Seven-bridge Problem”
 
“The Mutual Transformation Between Electricity and Magnetism in Magic”
 
……
 
“A New Element Detected by a New Method”
 
“A Forever Debate: Whether Spiritual Power Exists in the Form of Wave or Particle — A Study of ‘Spirit Storm’”
 
…………
 
While Lucien was reading the book, other apprentices were observing him in secret. 
 
Half an hour later, Lucien already had a general idea of the journal.
 
The study of arcana in this world could be understood as science on Earth. The development of mathematics and physics here was close to the one at the middle of the 18th century on Earth. Calculus had been basically built up, while there was a very rapid growth in the development of geometry. Also, the development in Mechanics and electromagnetism had been pushed further in this world. At the same time, some spells here were beyond the comprehension of Earth’s science, for example, Space Jump.
 
As for Element Magic, it was close to the development level of chemistry in the early nineteenth century on Earth. Researchers, or say, arcanists, had determined what particles made the elements and had realized that earth, fire, wind and water were actually not elements. Besides, they had started measuring atomic weight as well.
 
But the journal was published twenty years ago, Lucien speculated that the current development level of arcana should be even more advanced.
 
After he closed the journal, Lucien found that all the apprentices present were looking at him. He smiled and asked, “It’s a very interesting book. Can I keep it for about two weeks?”
 
“As long as you can answer my questions, Mr. Professor.” The voice of Philosopher sounded very old.
 
“Of course, Philosopher. You may ask now.” Knowing that the elder apprentice was trying to test him, Lucien was pretty confident. He believed that his knowledge should be enough to answer some apprentice questions.
 
Philosopher took out a stack of papers filled with words and numbers, “Professor, since you specialize in Element and Astrology, I have some questions for you related to the first article in the journal… When I first met these formulas which can predict the orbiting of stars, I was so fascinated, but I couldn’t understand how they were derived and why they actually work. Can you explain it for us, sir?”
 
It seemed like a shared question for all the apprentice present. All of them turned around and were waiting for Lucien’s explanation.
 
Within Lucien’s expectation, what Philosopher asked was related to celestial mechanics. He answered calmly, “Your question is too big to be fully explained at a time, because it involves too many different aspects. Tonight I can explain to you the basic principles of the formula and how to use them, are you okay with it?”
 
“Sure, Mr. Professor.” Philosopher answered politely.
 
“This symbol represents gravitational constant. Some of you may wonder what is gravity. Well, gravity is the force that makes you fall back to the ground when you jump up without using any magic, the force that makes apples drop. These phenomena never follow the will of God, and they should not be taken for granted…”
 
Lucien was trying to make his explanation simple. And when the other apprentices interrupted him to ask why, he just answered in this way, “In order to explain this question, many more concepts and principles will be involved, and they can not be comprehended when you are apprentices. After you become real sorcerers and sorceresses, these questions will be easier to be studied.” 
 
That was actually because Lucien himself did not fully understand the underlying principles of the formula as well.
 
Philosopher sighed with emotion, “One can never learn enough in the world of magic. Before I thought I had made some progress in this field, but now I just realized I’m way far from that.”
 
The rest of the apprentices also nodded. Toward these formulas, although the mysterious “Professor” did not explain “why”, he indeed clarified “how”, from which they were provided with new ideas about how to analyze and construct many new magic structures.
 
After Lucien finished his “lecture”, Philosopher fell silent. After a few seconds, he grabbed his quill and started writing numbers on a piece of paper excitedly. Other apprentices were also lost in thought.
 
“Mr. Professor, I want to apologize for suspecting you were a liar…” White Honey was a female, who did not speak very much before, “You’re the most elegant and erudite sorcerer I’ve ever seen.” Although she was trying to make herself sound like an elder woman, she was too excited to hide her original charming voice.
 
From her comment, Lucien, Smile and Oak immediately drew an important conclusion: White honey was a member of more than one apprentice group. 
 
Lucien answered in his pretended harsh voice, “I accept your apology. But actually, I don’t really care what other people think of me. My knowledge and power is always mine.”
 
……
 
Later, when White Honey, Smile and Oak were exchanging magic materials, Lucien also bought some of them.
 
Laying the right hand on his forehead, Philosopher made a deep bow towards Lucien. It was the manner of the ancient sorcerers.
 
“I want to extend my sincere thanks to you, sir, my mentor.” Philosopher said, excitedly, “Your explanation solved many of my questions. I’m hoping that, with your help, I can figure out how to analyze the key 1st circle Astrology magic, in order to become a real sorcerer. Mr. Professor, to show my appreciation I hope you can accept this set of labware. Besides, you can choose any one of my stuff here.”
 
“Mr. Professor, I heard that you need Corpse Mushroom, and I’ve brought them here. I’m not sure if you’re willing to solve a question of mine…” Mercury was another female in the group, who sounded quite nervous but also excited.
 
Other apprentices were looking at Lucien respectfully, hoping to learn more from him.
 
Lucien started feeling that he was a real “Professor” now.
 
 


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

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