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?

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


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

Chapter 5. The talk

"I am going to announce the winner of the essay competition now and the winner is...…"

The students kept their eyes fixed on Shiki sensei lips in anticipation. Whether they had tried or not, all contestants were probably hoping secretly that their name was called.

That was the effect an award had. Whether one had fought for it or not, he longed for it.

Ren could see that Kei was staring intently at Shiki sensei. Ren knew Kei had worked hard for the award and wished that he will get it.

"....Minami Ryuu."

Kei dropped his shoulder once it was announced that the winner was not him. He was clearly dissapointed that he wasn't able to win the award.

"Don't be so sad. It was just a competition. You can win it next time."

Rem said to Kei to console him but he didn't say anything in response. So, Ren didn't disturbed him. He knew that Kei will recover on its own.

Ren looked towards Minami Ryuu who was going towards the teacher to receive his award.

'He really is handsome.'

No matter how much Ren thought about it, Minami was someone who was handsome and he was also popular considering that several girls were cheering for him.

"Minami-kun is so handsome."

"I didn't knew he was good at essays too."

"He really is perfect."

The whole class was clapping for him and Minami just stood there with a smiling face. He was obviously happy that he won the award. 

"Oh, yes, Amano, go visit Nakai sensei in the staff room."

When the teacher called for his name, he was slightly confused but he still stood up as a basic etiquette.

"...…Me?"

"Yeah, Nakai sensei called for you. Now go."

As he was going out of the classroom, Kei whispered to him.

"Hey, did you do something?"

"I don't know."

"I don't think anything would happen. Nakai sensei isn't someone strict."

"Yeah."

Kei looked like he had already recovered. He was always quick to recover after setbacks. That's how he was able to recover from that failed confession.

Ren exited the classroom and walked towards the staff room. The whole way, he was thinking about the reason the teacher had called him for.

He was sure that he didn't have done something that the teacher will call him for. He didn't have any fights nor he had done something worth mentioning.

He was just living his unworthy high school life silently. 

'Why did Nakai sensei of all the teachers called for me?'

He was more confused as to why Nakai sensei had called for him. He obviously knew who Nakai sensei was. He was the literature teacher and Ren remembered him because of his strange antics.

Rather than teaching, he liked books more and his class will often be just self-study. He also sometimes talked about books.

Because of his strange connection to books, he had remembered him well.

As he was thinking about that, he reached the staff room and approached Nakai sensei who was sitting in a corner. 

The staff room was rather empty as there were not many teachers in there. 

As Ren was walking towards Nakai sensei, he noticed that Nakai sensei was reading something and Ren was familiar with the thing he was reading. It was his essay.

'He shouldn't have called me because of my essay, right.'

As Ren was thinking about that, Nakai sensei saw him and said.

"Oh, are you Amano-kun?"

"Yeah, that's me. Nakai sensei, why did you called me?"

Ren can tell the reason that he was called was related to his essay but he didn't knew the exact reason, so he asked him.

Hearing Ren's question, Nakai sensei put down the essay he was reading and said.

"It was because I was curious."

"Curious? About what."

Ren asked confusingly but Nakai sensei just smiled while answering.

"About your essay."

"My essay. I don't think there was something to be curious about my essay."

"There was something! It was the ending."

'Ending!'

"You are curious about the ending?"

"Yeah, you know. I read your whole essay but there was no ending. I was really curious about that."

Ren had not written the ending of the essay as he didn't have much time left. Before he knew it, the time was up and he had to submit his paper.

"I didn't write the ending as the time was up."

'Tch!!'

Nakai sensei clicked his tongue at Ren's answer while he muttered 'I should have set the time a little longer'.

He looked really upset while looking at Ren's essay. It felt like he really was dissapointed that he wasn't able to read the ending.

"Why did you want to read the ending that much?"

Ren asked as he was curious about why someone wanted to read his writing.

In his previous life, he was a failed writer and no one wanted to read his writing. So, he was pretty curious why someone wanted to read his writing now.

"The reason I wanted to read the ending..."

Nakai sensei paused for a second and looked outside the window and then he turned towards Ren and said.

"Didn't you want to read the ending of a story you liked?"

"A story you liked. Does it mean that you liked my story?"

"Of course. I really liked it."

Nakai sensei said with a smile but Ren was really stunned hearing that.

'How much years have gone since I heard that sentence.'

It's been nearly two decades since he had heard a compliment about his writing. He was slightly emotional hearing that and he also felt good hearing that someone liked his writing.

"Amano-kun, can I ask you something?"

"Ask me? Ha, sure."

Nakai sensei straightened his back at Ren's answer and asked.

"Why did you choose 'Genius' as the topic?"

'Why I choosed 'Genius' as the topic?'

It was somewhat peculiar question for Ren. He had choosed that as the topic because that word closely relates to his past life.

He also had a sudden impulse feeling to write about that topic. That was the only region but Ren can't tell Nakai sensei that.

"I just choosed this because I thought I will be able to write it the best."

"Just for that reason. Wasn't there more easier topics like 'School' and 'Friends' to choose from?"

"There were those topics but I just thought that I can write this topic the best."

"That was your only reason."

Ren nodded and Nakai sensei just smiled at his answer. 

'Why is he taking so much interest in my essay?'

Nakai sensei wasn't someone who will take interest in something. His only interest were books. So, it was really weird that he was taking interest in a essay.

"Do you have any plans to continue it?"

"Continue? My essay."

"Yeah."

"Sorry, I didn't have any plans to continue it."

Even if Nakai sensei tell him to continue his essay, Ren will not continue it. It was because it will only ruin the ending if Ren continued the essay.

He had written that essay when he had that sudden impulse to write. If he wrote it without any motivation, it will only ruin the story. 

"Not your essay but a novel."

"Huh? Novel?"

"Yeah, a novel."

Ren was really confused by Nakai sensei words now. He wanted Ren to write a novel? It was really absurd.

"That story is too big to stay as a essay. It should be a novel."

"So, you want me to take my story and make it into a novel."

"Yeah, that's what I want."

"What absurd things are you saying?..."

Ren didn't wanted to say those words but he just blurted it out after hearing those absurd words. A novel is not something that can be written just because another person said that the story is good.

It takes many things to write a novel and not everyone have those things.

"I am not forcing you to write a novel. I am just suggesting that you should try to write a novel."

"Me? A novel."

"Yeah, you will do well as a author."

'Ring!'

As Ren and Nakai sensei was talking, the school bell rang.

"I think I need to go to my class. The next period is Sato sensei and he is strict."

"You can go but don't forget about what I said. You can find me at the literature club if you want."

After hearing those words, Ren left the staff room without saying anything.

On the other hand, Nakai sensei just smiled seeing him leave. 

"I wish that kid would consider writing. He will bring a storm in the literature world if he can write stories like this."

Nakai sensei muttered that while looking at the unfinished essay on his desk.

Fame, wealth, prestige, genius, destruction, despair, loss and failure.

Those are the eight words which describes Ren's life completely.

He was hailed as a genius but his arrogance led him to despair. From a genius, he became a failure.

He was just struggling with his life when fate gave him a second chance.

Now, what will he do after he found himself waking up in another world.

                "Good morning classmates. I am Marcus, an exchange student from the Philippines. I am 19 years old, majoring in Creative Writing. I hope to spend the semester with fun and learnings with you. Thank you!"
                I can feel the tension building on my knees. Good thing I finally finished introducing myself in front of the class; I can just walk my nervousness away.
                Their clap conceals the awkward rhythm of my breathing, and I thank God for helping me fake my confidence. The room is filled with Koreans who must be all in the faculty of English. Only few of them seem to be glad I am here because only a few of them smiled at me as I struggled to walk normally to the last seat of the room. I don't know I should feel ostracized but knowing that I am the only one seating at the last row makes me feel unwelcomed in the class.
                "Thank you Marcus for that wonderful introduction. We look forward to studying with you in this class." The voice of Mr. Hwang is warm, but it sounded insincere at some point. The shift of attention is fast when the door suddenly swings open into a near crash!
                I expected a clumsy person to spring behind the door, but the sudden revelation shows a tall, muscular, and tanned guy who must have opened the door with his foot rather than with his hand. He bows to the professor before continuing to walk towards me. Towards me?!! A rush of adrenaline kind of brought me back to my senses. Although his entrance is noticeable and grand, I forced myself to keep my eyes on the floor until he passes by my place.
                I count down to keep myself put together. I know in few seconds, he will be gone. The throb of my heart demands to be felt as my chest pumps slowly but loudly.
                Three.
                I can see his shadow approaching the aisle.
                Two.
                His sneakers are neatly white, and so is the skin of his ankles left uncovered by his tight jeans.
                One.
                I close my eyes to savor the relief of having succeeded. I release a ton of air to unload the heaviness on my chest. I endeavor to make it discreet as possible, and right after the air release, I sniff the same amount back into my nostrils.
                I unleash a smile as I open both of my eyes to transport me back to reality. But the figure that I witness is not the one that I expect.
                His right arm looks hard and intensively muscular. The veins that sit under his skin are embossed and that mere view assures how much muscle he has underneath that shirt. No matter how I try to stop myself from ignoring the current situation, the tension is just heavily unbearable especially when all my new classmates start to look towards our direction.
                I raise my sight to meet his eyes. The dark lashes that border the shape of his eyes make his stare intense but not rude. His eyes are deeply dark and the white part of his eyes balls makes it even like jet black.
                He gestures his right hand again to show me he is handing me something. The jerk in is hand puts me back to reality, and it must have taken me more than 10 seconds to wake up from my delusion.
                "I don't have the whole day to hold this for you." His voice just seems to shake the hell out of me. Now, it is clear that he is standing there because of me, and I need to make sense why.
                His eyes shift from mine to his hand. It is a plastic card that appears to be a dormitory card. As soon as I grab the card from his hand, he spils the details in a swift.
                "The room is 408. Fourth floor. New Men's Dormitory near the rear gate of the university." Then he walks away to the back seat opposite to where I am.
                The happening is very quick that I barely comprehend it at all. My classmates start mumbling things with their seatmate. They are obviously about me or that guy, and what just happened between us, as evidently seen in the way they glance at every time they say something.
The instructor clears his throat. At that same time, the whole class brings out a piece of paper for the first writing activity of the semester.
"In 5 minutes, you are to write a free verse that will reveal to us a portion of yourself that you want us to know about. After which, I will call names to read their outputs in front. 5 minutes starts now."
 
                In the first few minutes of that time, I wonder what part of me I am ready to reveal to these people. Culturally, we are different, but that difference does not guarantee that they will appreciate the uniqueness I possess. Should I talk about the goals I brought with me to coming to this foreign land? Should I write about the ethnic beauty that runs through my veins? Or should I poetically explain about my gender? That I am not specifically attracted to a certain gender of a person? That my heart throbs for a person who has an enchanting personality and amazing kind of intelligence? And if I were to uncover that, will I be ready to face the consequences? Will I be accepted?
 
                And with only a minute left to write, I opted to free myself because I know it is the only way I can be at my best.

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.

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

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

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


"This sucks!" I utters to myself.
 
I watch the rain dropping beautifully from the sky into the school ground. I am sitting on the very back of the class beside the window, my usual spot in our classroom. Like the others I am also a back bencher person. By the way my name is Anna Marie Marcelo; both my parents are certified farmers. I have 5 siblings, 3 males and 2 females. I am like the only one studying right now so I have the opportunity to do whatever I like without anyone bothering me since they are all busy back in our province. Like any other middle class child I also feel that my life is so boring and worthless.... not until.
 
"So boring." I sigh as I play with my pen on my hand.
 
Our teacher in Creative Writing is discussing in front yet my mind is occupied by the thoughts of how my life went upside down. 
 
"I wonder, how is everyone doing back at home?"
 
As a kid I always thought that my life is so boring for being so normal and simple yap that is how my life is, a province girl. Yet, now that I have found out about my real identity and lived the life I just imagined before, my mind seems to get weary on the thoughts of the problems I had encountered and experienced, and remembering the ONE person that made it hard to adjust I smirk with a soft snort of distaste.
 
"Tskkk yah THAT stupid jerk. He really pisses me off. Just remembering his face is making this day even unpleasant." I said in distaste as I clinch the pen into my fist as if all my anger is centered to that poor pen.
 
I then give off a deep sigh as I continue to watch the dropping of the rain on the ground. The sound it makes seems to make me feel at ease. Then my chain of thought starts to run wild into my mind making me reminisce that what have happened to me the past months.
 

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

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

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

So... I am going to continue my OG Isekai story called Battlefield Restart (Edited), which I decided to make the main three works of my Gaiaverse along with 'An Adventure Beyond Greatness!' and its sequel that has been conceptualised as a more Accel World kind of Isekai where the MC goes back and forth between works but grows as he gets back to his original.

Here's a synopsis for those who don't know it:
'After retiring from the battlefield, my life became empty and lifeless. The regrets of my past haunt me in my sleep. Then a change occurred, a King from another world summoned me to fight for his kingdom, but I died even before I could give him my answer. Now, after a fake God allowed me to reincarnate (albeit imperfectly) with my memories intact, into a world filled with magic and swords.'

It was supposed to be a one-off gag at first where I made the man complain for the first chapter, get un-alived via Summoning, then reincarnated into the body of a baby Mushoku Tensei style.

I've retconned it a whole bunch of times over the years, lost two other accounts, and now have to work with only being able to 'see but not edit' the others versions of it online. Though the story is written in first person and is the first work of mine that has ever gotten popular over the years, it is something I put heart into as the story progressed.

The whole beginning section was written in a generic Isekai way with a God literally explaining stuff to our MC in the second and third chapter before doing regular Isekai stuff on the fourth.

I'm not sure if it can get the 'unique and creative!' label other Isekais do but it's well-written now considering how many edits it went through. The first 40 chapters basically build up and end a mini-arc where most questions are answered.

I you don't like introverted badass old geezer of a soldier who acts childish in his second life because he's not diligent and scum that way then you'll probably be disappointed as there had always been a clear theme to this story about irrational fear. How it can help survive the battlefield but can't do anything when it comes to relationships.

The main character isn't a paragon of virtue nor a complete arse as he can practically be summed up as antisocial due to his past life. He was good at being a soldier and listening to orders, but wasn't exactly someone who 'lead' in his past life.

The larger plot has yet to be kickstarted but the smaller character-driven events are still going great with the biggest being the relationship he has with his little sister who is a different kind of abnormal compared to him.

I like 'Skill Trees' in Power Systems and this story also has that vibe with the MC practically 'cultivating' his main skills by himself. There's also a Duke's Daughter with what is essentially Sword Creation Light Magic and the likes.

If you feel like this kind of story, then please check it out. There are also some blogs I added at the side that have Writing Tips or other topics that I just felt the need of writing out of boredom.

Well, I'll see you there~! 😊

Inspired by the Naruto Is Reincarnated fanfic on Webnovel. A story of how Sakura sent herself back in time after the Fifth Great Ninja War and vows to change everything for the better. To do so, she experimented on herself and created techniques. Until she finally created a Jutsu that could send her back using a rare medium.

So... Until I get familiar with animation, I am going to continue my OG Isekai story called Battlefield Restart (Edited), which I decided to make the main three works of my Gaiaverse along with 'An Adventure Beyond Greatness!' and its sequel that has been conceptualised as a more Accel World kind of Isekai where the MC goes back and forth between works but grows as he gets back to his original.

Here's a synopsis for those who don't know it:
'After retiring from the battlefield, my life became empty and lifeless. The regrets of my past haunt me in my sleep. Then a change occurred, a King from another world summoned me to fight for his kingdom, but I died even before I could give him my answer. Now, after a fake God allowed me to reincarnate (albeit imperfectly) with my memories intact, into a world filled with magic and swords.'

It was supposed to be a one-off gag at first where I made the man complain for the first chapter, get un-alived via Summoning, then reincarnated into the body of a baby Mushoku Tensei style.

I've retconned it a whole bunch of times over the years, lost two other accounts, and now have to work with only being able to 'see but not edit' the others versions of it online. Though the story is written in first person and is the first work of mine that has ever gotten popular over the years, it is something I put heart into as the story progressed.

The whole beginning section was written in a generic Isekai way with a God literally explaining stuff to our MC in the second and third chapter before doing regular Isekai stuff on the fourth.

I'm not sure if it can get the 'unique and creative!' label other Isekais do but it's well-written now considering how many edits it went through. The first 40 chapters basically build up and end a mini-arc where most questions are answered.

I you don't like introverted badass old geezer of a soldier who acts childish in his second life because he's not diligent and scum that way then you'll probably be disappointed as there had always been a clear theme to this story about irrational fear. How it can help survive the battlefield but can't do anything when it comes to relationships.

The main character isn't a paragon of virtue nor a complete arse as he can practically be summed up as antisocial due to his past life. He was good at being a soldier and listening to orders, but wasn't exactly someone who 'lead' in his past life.

The larger plot has yet to be kickstarted but the smaller character-driven events are still going great with the biggest being the relationship he has with his little sister who is a different kind of abnormal compared to him.

I like 'Skill Trees' in Power Systems and this story also has that vibe with the MC practically 'cultivating' his main skills by himself. There's also a Duke's Daughter with what is essentially Sword Creation Light Magic and the likes.

If you feel like this kind of story, then please check it out. There are also some blogs I added at the side that have Writing Tips or other topics that I just felt the need of writing out of boredom.

Well, I'll see you there~! 😊

The story is the third entry in the trilogy of Battlefield Restart but is being written as the direct sequel instead. The events of Battlefield Restart 2- An Adventure Beyond Greatness, are contained so there isn’t much to be missed by skipping it.

This novel is about an Author being sent into the nightmarish world he writes due to his destiny. The main character of BR 2 appears but isn’t focused on much, as this is about the Omniscient Writer’s story.

Vol. 0 is skippable and isn’t essential to the story as a whole. Only something there for extra info.

"Momo... hurry up!!.... we're going to be late!!" Yelled Linda, as she rushed towards the newly constructed building within the school premises.
Little Momo and her, were on their way towards the chemistry laboratory.
Today, they were taking Chemistry 3.
Ever since the beginning of April, they had been taking 6 main courses:
•Biology 1 (Classes of living organisms)
•Math 4 (simple variable math, like find X)
•Chemistry 2
•Chemistry 3 (introduction to lab science)
•Physics 1
•Phyno 4
Apart from these ones, they also had other fun and creative courses that occurred once a week... like:
•Arts & Craft 1
•Ethics & Morality 1 
•Health & Hygiene 1
•Literature 1
•Music 1
• And Physical Education 
Another surprising thing for the students was that this year, the school had created a Student Council body based on the votes from the students.
Also, each class had a class monitor and deputy class monitor that's entrusted in assisting the teachers in class, aiding the weak students, roll call... and so on.
No matter what amongst the 2 leaders, one had to be female and the other male.
Generally, once the winners for both the Male Group and female group emerged.... the students would then vote between the 2, and choose who should be the class monitor or deputy class monitor.
For the biology class, the students were taught the basics like: cells, microbes, plant systems, animal systems, invertebrates and vertebrates.
In short, they were taught about all the classes of living organisms.
Of course for Math 4, they focused on simple variable math... like 5x=10, find X.
In that class, they focused on understanding one to two variable equations..... which were usually linear equations.
For chemistry 2, the students would still focused on reactions, atoms and so on.... but now with the use of calculators, they had begun learning about calculating molecular weight and so on.
Of course just so that the students could breathe a little, music, literature, physical education and arts & craft were essentially a must.
In short, this semester was a busy one.
Today, Linda and little Momo were heading towards the Chemistry Lab in the new school building.
Once they got in, they immediately climbed the stairs until they arrived at the 3rd floor... where they were greeted with a large group of students outside the lab.
The area was bustling with busy students.
Friends greeted each other with hugs or playful punches, while others had their eyes glued on their books as they continued doing assignments that were due in the next class.
Some already had their lab coats and safety wears on, while others were busy wearing theirs on now.
In fact, everyone was doing their own thing as they waited for the class to begin.
Instantly, the duo opened their bags and quickly pulled out their neatly folded lab coats and safety items.
For this class, everyone was required to wear their lab coats, gloves, rubber boots, and goggles.
Linda looked at her watch and knew that it would soon be time for them to go in.
And right on queue, Mother Kim and teacher Gophen opened the lab doors from instead and ushered the students in.
"Morning Teacher Kim!"
"Morning teacher Gophen!"
"Morning teacher...."
"__"
Everyone greeted their teachers, as they walked in and immediately found their usual spot.
The Laboratory was massive, with several working slabs, cupboards with equipments stored in them, and a small storage room at its front.
Linda and Momo immediately spotted their other group members, and rushed over to join them.
Ever since the beginning of the semester, they had been put in groups of 5.
Apparently, these people would be their lab partners throughout the entire semester.
"Alright.... before we begin, you all know the drill.
In front of each group, are 5 question sheets.
You all have 7 minutes to answer them.
Remember, no cheating and no copying.... these small tests make up 20% of your final grade.
Now.... Begin!!"
Linda immediately flipped her question sheet and got to work.
For this Chemistry 3 course, they had 1 theory class on Tuesdays, and 1 lab session on Thursdays.
And at the beginning of each lab session, they would have mini quizzes that would test them on what they had learnt in their Tuesday classes.
Chemistry 3 was a course based on Laboratory work, so they had to know about the equipments in front of them, safety lab hazards and so on.
In fact... Ever since the students knew that these questions were 20%, they had taken them seriously
Linda filled her name and school number on the question sheet, before proceeding to answer the questions.
The questions were straight to the point, and easy to answer if one was paying attention during lectures.
And just like that, time flew by quickly... 7 minutes later, the quizzes collected back by teacher Gophen.
And the papers were collected, Mother Kim began distributing the Lab manual sheets for today's experiment.
.
"Alright.... before we begin our Laboratory experiment, let's recap on what Teacher Winnie has been you all in Chemistry 2." Mother Kim said.
The students immediately took out their books and writing materials.... While others flipped the pages of their books to the last pen-filled page.
It was important for the students to know about what reactions they were going to perform today, hence it was good for them to recap on what they were previously taught.
"So as usual, let's look back on what you all have been learning so far.
I need a few examples of chemistry around us... anyone?" Mother Kim asked, as she waited for the students to raise their hands.
"Yes Filipa?" She said, while pointing at a little girl at the front of the room.
"Air is essentially chemistry, because it's constantly undergoing a chemical change.
For example, we breathe out carbon dioxide and take in oxygen... so air is always changing.
Also... air undergoes changes whenever smoke is released in to the atmosphere by burning, hence it's part of Chemistry."
"Correct!!.
Any other examples of Chemistry around us?" Kim asked.
"Our bodies."
"The ocean"
"When we make bread."
"__"


Chu Yi dies in a car crash and becomes Landon Barn, the illegitimate son of king Barn, ruler of Arcadina. Because his mother was a maid and the king’s greatest disgrace, his father had always despised him. The same could be said for his half-siblings. 

When he turned 15, his father had announced that the city of Baymard would be given to him, and would no longer be under the empire's control. It was a well known fact that Baymard’s lands were barren, and poverty stricken.... For god’s sake, this was banishment.

His deadbeat father had indirectly banished him from the empire.

Chu Yi woke up in a carriage, on his way to Baymard with a system

"So what if my father hates me? So what if I’m banished?.... I will turn my territory into a modern society"

  
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Author here, thank you all for tuning in..... english is my second language... so I promise to try my best.

P.S, please dont compare my Novel to others... not all world development novels have to have the same format.

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