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?

Like every other Story about Video Games, trying to become the best!

When Lisa said that Andrew forgot 'Great Trio', I felt really hurt. When Andrew heard this even he felt hurt and left without saying a word. "Sorry", is said in a feeble voice so that Lisa wouldn't hear me.
*In the Greenhouse*
Ms. Helen, our Botany teacher, the first lesson was about Xylem. While she was telling us about the experiment we will be doing on Thursday, "Was I very mean with Andrew?" Lisa said, she is my Partner in Botany.
"I don't know." I answered her. 
I was on my way to my creative class which was 10minute walk away from the botany class, when I met Jacob. 
"Hi!" he said.
I ignored him as he was the reason 'The Great Trio' is fighting. As I reached the workshop, he said Sorry but it was not very audible. I kept walking.
As I submitted my drawing of cartoons and to my delight it was accepted so I could start working on the glass. I could just complete the outline but I was still ahead of everyone as when I was in ninth grade I use to do glass painting in my free time as it was my stress reliever, when I used to get  sad or disturbed I would start drawing, so I was quite quick in doing the outline. As I left the workshop I saw Lisa, Andrew and Jacob fighting.

Cub watched the light of sunrise slowly shift from pale gray to hues of red and gold. Sleep had eluded him, but he didn't feel tired. He rolled swiftly to his feet and padded up the stairs and toward Catkin's quarters. He moved barefoot through the house, dressed only in his loincloth as was the traditional attire for the dance. Although, if things were normal, it wouldn't be quite so threadbare. He made a mental note to cut a new one today and add it to the bag he had packed with supplies for if their plan succeeded. Threadbare or not, the invaders preferred their skin, and the skin of others, be mostly covered. At this time, though, only the kitchen staff were up and he would be back in his quarters long before anyone would discover and punish his unpresentable appearance.
Cub knocked softly and then entered into Catkin's workshop without pause. She was already there waiting for him. Her silver hair was tied back in a leather cord and she too wore only her loincloth. She smiled softly in greeting and then bid him come upstairs as she turned to climb the stairs herself. He hadn't seen so much of an adult's skin since he had been pressed into the House's service. It reminded him of the closeness and innocent love that his people practiced as a way of life and its stark contrast to the more guarded ways of the colonists.
At the top of the stairs, Cub followed Catkin out onto the terrace where she grew many of the herbs that she used in service to the House. Sheltered from prying eyes and earlier than any would come looking in need of her skills, they were free to embrace the coming light of dawn.
The sun had crested the horizon and its rays were already warm on his skin. He stole a glance at Catkin and stretched his arms to the sky in simple satisfaction. "Do you do this every morning?", he asked quietly.
"It is one of the few ways left to me that I may remember our ways through action.", she responded. Without further conversation, Catkin took the starting stance of the Dance of Dawn's Advent and peered at Cub in silent invitation.
He joined her in the starting stance and followed her lead. It was clear almost immediately that his control and recollection of the movements were lacking. She moved through the dance like flowing water. The hard foundation of her body undiminished by the age-loosened skin of her core, arms, and legs. Made aware of his deficiencies, Cub decided he would ask her to practice more if he lived through the day.
They finished the dance breathing heavily with exertion and sweating with their efforts and the heat of the now risen sun. Cub, in particular, was fatigued from the change in difficulty produced from trying to follow Catkin's improved recollection of the dance.
Catkin walked to him then and embraced him, the sweat of their bodies mingling. He was sure he didn't smell good enough for a hug to be pleasant, but she squeezed him with the strength that had just been on display during the dance. Somehow, she seemed to smell even more of herbs than when fresh.
He hugged her back firmly. Tucking his head down into the crook of her shoulder. It was a stretch given their difference in height; Cub stood a whole head taller. For just a moment he felt like a child again, warm and safe.
And then it was over. She released him and cupped his face in her hands. "I must go."
She disappeared through the door. Presumably to dress and begin her journey to gather herbs, so far as the guard that would accompany her was concerned, but also to procure the purified blade that Cub himself would drive into the Kinkiller's back.
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Cub looked over what was left of his efforts. He carefully tidied and disposed of the unused components of the ingredients in the draught. Five more minutes on the flame and the draught would be done. It was right or they were as good as dead.
When the draught was done, he poured it into the wineskin and strapped it to his arm. It hid perfectly within his sleeve and a flick of his wrist would open the stopper and stealthily pour the poison into the wine carafe.
Cub heaved a sigh as he looked at the workshop, as clean as he had found it, and patted the poison skin. Everything he could do was done. Waiting for the next four hours until dinner may end up being the most harrowing part of the day. He left himself room to be wrong, though, just in case he found himself face-to-face with Silas Drag holding a poisoned blade.
Walking back to collect the children from their lesson, Cub couldn't think of anything else. In his inattentiveness he ran bodily into someone in the hall and spun, catching himself on the wall.
"Of course. You miserable, clumsy Beast."
Cub's stomach dropped and his heart began to hammer immediately. He knew the owner of the voice without turning around. He turned anyway and immediately bowed.
"At least you're finally learning some manners. Almost commendable for a savage. I expect your growth is due in no small part to my tutelage."
Cub felt the cold steel of a knife touch the tip of his ear; the one with only one ragged tear. He swallowed dryly, but spoke clearly and without fear. "Yes, sir!"
The short-blade master chuckled then and Cub heard the sheathing of his dirk. "As badly as I'd like to even out those ears of yours, you have shown yourself to be contrite." Without further talk the blade master left at a fast pace with a lightness in his step.
Cub snorted and straightened. Rumor had it that the blade master had taken a fancy to one of the officer's daughters in a nearby Greater House. It seems as though it was going well for him and it was Cub who had benefited.
He made haste to collect the children, his eyes and mind trained on the task at hand this time.
Maybe the children could distract him enough that he might stop imagining the creative ways in which he would die or the eventual triumph of his people over the colonists. Neither was the frame of mind he needed to be calm and collected.

Cub is a young man, a slave, working in the House of the military leader that conquered his people. Silas Drag, an invader he must now call, 'Uncle'. As caretaker of the children of the House, Cub rises at dawn and provides all that the children need, aside from their lessons, from the time they rise until they're in bed. He spends every free moment learning all that he can, training his body, and planning for the day that he will liberate his people.

Relatively few inhabitable worlds boast a Chaos Fountain even in the Ordered planes. The Disorder in the matter it touches is washed away, concentrating the remaining Ordered matter. Proximity to the Fountain slows aging and makes disease unheard of for all the creatures near it. Even plants and minerals are fortified by exposure to the stream of Disorder that flows from the Font. Functionally, it brings out the greatest potential of all it purifies.

His goals are complicated by the fact that his enemy is one of the Purest men in existence. Drag's skin can turn an un-purified blade. His speed is outside the ability of the impure to even capture in their eyes. If the legends are true, he also possesses strange abilities that make it little wonder he had earned the title of Supreme Knight.

Cub is just a normal boy of 16, his opportunities to train in the Font in the ways of his people robbed from him by the invaders. Even then, the warriors of his people had been no match for Silas. Cub has one hope; an opportunity to kill the Supreme Knight. Cub hopes that the loss of their strongest Knight will be the signal fire that can unite his scattered people and incite rebellion. At the very least, it will be satisfying vengeance.

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.

I was 15 years old, and I finished my 'secret' planning to prepare for the Holy Grail War.

First, I made a big map showing all the regions of Fuyuki.

I made redstone pipes that run beneath the sewer lines so it would be difficult for anyone to find them.

The pipes were connected to a complex redstone construction, when turned on it would automatically make the 72 obsidian pillars that I built in certain areas under the land of Fuyuki City.

On top of every pillars there was an end crystal that I personally modified, that I could make it treat anyone I want and when it was destroyed it would not give any harm to the person it was treating, as I said before I became creative.

I built 108 beacons hidden underground also, which i can turn on from the button on my base.

Of course, I worked hard to achieve all this, and to keep it hidden, I bought many lands and buildings under the Bethany name.

Yes, all this secrecy will disappear when I press a button in my workshop, then 72 pillars and 108 beacons will go up from under the ground.

But at that time the mum will be worth it, maybe I don't have the infamous 'territory creation' but at that time, I will become non-killing as long as I am within the influence area of ​​the beacons and pillars, yes, unkillable, and I will get reinforcements Strength, speed, resistance and high jump.

In addition to my personal skills such as 'weather manipulation' and many other skills, I can be called the god of Fuyuki, and with a little luck and charisma, maybe I can convince humans that I am a real god, and I will eventually turn into a divine spirit.

Yes, it will be a good future, God among humans.

However, now, it would be better to keep my buildings hidden deep underground.

Also, during the past two years, I made adjustments to my workshop.

First, I expanded it to include three floors, the first floor contains rooms where my iron golems can stay and where my skeleton horse is stored.

The second floor contains my laboratory where I did some magic experiments, my blacksmith's workshop, the training hall, and of course the recall room.

The third floor contains all of the beverage hall, storehouse, and control room where I can monitor all floors.

The walls of my base were made of bedrock blocks, a material that could not be broken or even scratched, and the floors were illuminated by glowstones.

How did I get to bedrocks? This is simple, although I cannot carry it or break it, you should remember that each block has a length and width of 1 meter, so as long as I find a block that does not have additional blocks in its sides I can stand behind it and open my inventory in front of it and go back a little bit and oh, the block in My inventory.

Why would I do the hard way while I could do it the easy way?

Also, I made some progress in my skills, becoming my own (advanced) lvl max.

I also made a lot of progress in all of my skills, all of them becoming lvl max, so I experimented with zombification on animals, and it is interesting that zombies had a 'magic' virus in their bloodstream, when they bite someone, this person does not turn into zombies on the spot and It can incubate the virus for years, and it can only be transmitted after its death.

Fortunately, the virus can be cured by a weak dose and a golden apple. It is worth noting that I can control zombies and that the more skill level the zombies become stronger.

But the most important thing that happened in these two years was not mine but the game.

[The game has been updated! In this version, the game system has automatically adapted to the worlds classification system.]

[The effects of both the player's mind and player's body have also been modified!]

[Please see your new status!]

That's right, the game got an update, and that's ridiculous, the person writing this novel must not have adapted the world of the moon type to the player's traditional ability, however, my current status is:

[Name: Shiro Imiya.
Age: 15.
titles: survivor, conqueror of the sea, king of blackmoon, dragon slayer.
level: 75.
Strength: 20.3 (D)
Endurance: 18.6 (E ++)
Agility: 17.3 (E ++)
Luck: 70 (A +)
Intelligent: 2.8.
Magic circuits: 25 (C).
Prana: 600.
Origin: locked.
Element: sword.
Backlight: [new generation]
perks: [infinite potential] [fourth wall] [photographic memory] [second wind] [free hand] [telekinesis] [social butterfly] [out of time and above the place] [siphon] [devil's tongue] [devil's deal] [ fertility / infertility] oxygen? Who needs it?] [I can see my stats!] [All I need is love]
Skills:
Player's Body (A): Does not eliminate physical damage but eliminates the pain associated with it, all physical damage is treated when sleeping 4 hours in bed, gives the ability to learn all magic skills, ignores conditions or requirements.
The player's mind (Ex): gives immunity to fear and confusion, and gives reason to think logically in all situations.
concept of death (C): The power granted to people who have seen or been immersed in death.
•Shinigami Eye (A): The ability to see a person's time of death from natural causes such as illness or aging. In rare cases, poisoning and curse can be considered natural causes.
• Mystic Eyes of Death Perception (EX): the ability to see and interact with death lines and death points.
physical resistance (E): Reduces physical damage to the user.
poison resistance (C): Increases a person's resistance to toxins and diseases.
clairvoyant (C +): Significant increase in shooting range, the ability to see invisible targets, and the ability to manipulate one's sense of time by focusing.
charisma (C +): People are involuntarily attracted to it, you have the ability to raise the morale of people under your leadership and have them collaborate even if they are at odds with each other.
handcraft (C +): Indicate your craftsmanship.
magecraft (B-): Indicate your skill in magical abilities.
enchanting (D +): skill to enchant weapons and items and giving them special effects.
..... etc
np: avalon (EX), Tsumugari Muramasa (EX).]

Yes, all of my skills have followed the E ~ EX rating system, [new generation] has become a backdrop, and I have gained noble phantast Tsumugari Muramasa, perhaps because I am a descendant of Muramasa? It's weird.

Someone finds himself in front of the character's personalization screen, following his journey along the way.
Dead end, world travel, gamer,

I woke up with a ringing in my head and drool on my face. I sat up, swiping the wet saliva off my cheeks. I had fell asleep at my desk but what had woke me? Disorientated, it took me a few seconds to realize that someone was calling me.
"Hello Howard."
"Jesus Christ, where are you?"
"At the workshop. I slept there last night. You're looking for me?"
"I've been calling for you the whole morning. Open the door."
"Huh?"
I was still sleepy and it took me a while to switch my cybernetics to the camera located at the door of the workshop. Howard was standing there, looking less than impressed. I immediately open the door. Yesterday after Howard and Nor Avante left, I ordered the workshop doors to close and turn the settings of the security drones to high. Between them and the white noise filter, it was as secure as I could make it and I began working on the puzzle Nor Avante gave me. Falling asleep while working was not part of the plan.
I rub my human eye and look around the office. It wasn't really a big office but there is a lot of room as it is quite bare. If I'm going to fall asleep at the workshop, I need to start thinking about buying a bed and cupboard. If you consider the time I fell asleep on the drive back home, this is already the second time I fell asleep at work. Howard walked in and I immediately apologized. 
"Sorry about that. It was lights out for me."
Howard was upset but one look at the green hologram on my desk and he changed his tune. "You're already working on a Battlesuit?"
"Hell, no." I laughed at his blind optimism. People always think it's easy for designers to come up with a working Battlesuit design. It was as if I could just snap my finger and out comes the design. "This is not even a prototype. It's just a model for me to test some ideas."
"You do this often?"
"No, but we are talking about something brand new here so I need this to begin a template."
"Doesn't that mean you already have a plan on how to do it?"
"No, I have an inkling of an idea. It's a long from that to a plan. Let's not talk about this now. I'm hungry, you had breakfast yet?"
"No."
"Let's go then. The nearby food centre isn't bad." I began walking to the door and Howard look at me like I am some sort of alien.
"Now? You look like you just woke up. Have you even brush your teeth yet?"
"Cyborgs don't brush. Come on!"
I ignored Howard's look of indignation and head towards the door. What can I say but that I was in a bad mood? I'm not a morning person and sleeping at the workshop did nothing to help. Besides, it wasn't a total lie. It's a bit of an exaggeration I admit as I usually do brush but it is mostly true that cyborgs care a lot less about personal hygiene about normal people. Some cyborgs has a mentality of wondering why they should bother when they can just replace their biological body with hardware. Like I suspected, Howard joined me to the Alexandra Food Centre. We walk in silence for a distance before I had to ask.
"Why are you looking for me?"
"To talk about yesterday of course. You believe the info-dump Nor gave us?"
"Why not? Oh, I know you are skeptical and I'm sure she kept some things from us but it doesn't serve her interest to lie."
"Still seems incredible though. Invisible energy that can't be seen or measured but can be shaped by belief? That just makes no sense. If it's energy, why can't it be measured?"
"That comes later. You need to discover something first, understand it, only then you can measure it. That's the way it is throughout the history of science. Magic may not be so different. We're here. What do you want?"
"The roti prata any good?"
"Yes. The uncle knows what he is doing."
"Un…oh, you mean the stall owner. What is it with you Singaporeans? You shouldn't call every old person on the street 'uncle' and 'auntie' when you are not related!"
"Get over your culture shock already man. It's how it's done here. What do you want to add on?"
A grumbling Howard replied and I gave our orders to the stall owner who immediately got to work. Served with a small bowl of curry, roti prata is a fried flatbread cooked over a flat grill. The cook first flatten the dough into a large thin layer before folding the outside edges inwards. The cook can add on various ingredients like onions, bananas, or eggs to the dough before folding and I ordered three pratas with onions and eggs while Howard ordered a plain prata along with another with eggs.
After folding the dough inwards, the stall owner then placed the prata on a hot flat round iron pan before flipping it over several times to ensure that both sides of the prata were cooked. Within ten minutes, two plate of roti prata were placed in front of us. We dig in and Howard began talking.
"So tell me. What do you think of our first class in magic?"
"We're in public here."
"Privacy cone." Howards points to a device on waist. "Think of it as a portable white noise filter. As long as no one is near enough to overhead us, it's fine."
I took a good look at the device. It looks like a bracelets and I make a note to look up on it. If it's anywhere as good as the filter in my workshop, it may be useful for me to get one. "Well, I think she was trying to ease us in to their world. All the talk of Mana and how you need to have belief and creativity to shape it into something. It was the basic course and that's what I need."
"You know how to fix the problem after just one lesson?"
"Of course not. Didn't you heard her say many people had tried to make technology and magic work together and failed? It will be years before I manage to crack the problem, if ever."
"Then the model I saw in the workshop…"
"It's just that. A model to put in my ideas and I shall probably fail a thousand times before I get anywhere."
I didn't miss the look of disappointment on Howard but I could only shrug. Howard is a security guy and don't really understand why it was so difficult to get technology and magic to work together. As someone on the technical side of thing, I got the problem after one lesson.
Different kinds of technology runs on different forms of energy. Steam technology uses the heat created by steam to power it's machines. Clockwork technology uses intricate gears. Fossil fuels technology requires the burning of hydrocarbons like coal and petroleum. According to Nor Avante, magic runs on a form of energy called Mana and like my experience with the Jumpbot-P showed, getting different types of technology to work together is difficult to pull off. The magicians may not like it but the more I think about it, the more I am convinced that it would be better for me to just treat magic as a type of unknown or undiscovered technology.
It would basically means introducing a new type of technology to the public but getting people to accept something called Mana Technology might be easier than 'Magic'. Getting it to work with another form of technology is a bit more tricky but if I can get two different kinds of technology like Steam and Clockwork to work together, why not Mana and something else? It's something that's easier said than done as my knowledge of magic is poor but like I told Howard; it's an inkling of an idea.

Tobias Wong is a man with secrets. 
He dreams of being a Battlesuit Designer.
He does not hate the government.
And his father is a supervillain.
Then one day, his absent father left him another. A secret so big and powerful, it would change his life forever.
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This is the unedited draft of the story. There is a published version of this novel on Amazon. Thanks

'It's just one level. No big deal. You did it yesterday, you do it today, and you will do it tomorrow.' Flora Fluss looked at the stairs and took a deep breath.
One step at a time, she negotiated the stairs while clutching the handrail. Her right knee only complained moderately about the exercise, but her hips let her know they hated it.
She didn't pause at the platform between the floors, because that's for older people. As a 71-year-old woman, she insisted she was capable of climbing the stairs in one go.
'A cooked egg would be nice.'
Flora opened the door to the flat and went straight to the kitchen. She filled a pot with water and took off her hat. 
'I could read a book or watch a dancing show. I would love to design a new toaster. I haven't drawn for a long time. Are my markers still working?'
Absentmindedly, she put the cooking pot on the hatrack and the pink hat on the stove. Then, she placed two eggs in it and raised the temperature.
'And where are my aquarelle markers? I think I put them in the bathroom because...why would I put them in the bathroom? Maybe in the hope, the humid environment stops them from drying-out?'
She walked to the bathroom, discovered dirty laundry, and started the washing machine. 
While rummaging through the drawers, she discovered a lot of old mascara. 'I could draw the toaster design with mascara. Something like a homage to withering beauty...to withering care...to withering aspirations...to shifting priorities?'
The fire alarm started beeping, but the noise of the washing machine won.

Two hours later, Flora sat in front of her house and watched the fireman hustling in and out. There were no more dark clouds of smoke drifting out of her kitchen window, but the smell of burned plastic lingered.
A tall black man in a business suit jogged towards her.
"Ma! What happened? Are you okay?" He hugged Flora and inspected her.
Flora smiled at him. "I made some eggs; they turned out really nice." 
She showed him the two eggs which miraculously had survived the fire. Violet, pink, and black streaks marbled them.
"But I will say to you, sweety, the next time I'm cooking eggs in a hat, I will use a cotton hat or something organic. I'm almost certain you can't eat them anymore."
"Not funny at all, Ma!" He paused. "But they do look nice, a bit magical even. I saw dragon eggs in the game, which looked similar. But they also glowed."
"I can make them glow. I can find a way to put an LED in there."
"Oh no, you don't. You got me again driving on your crazy train. The issue is not whether the eggs are pretty or not−"
"But they are."
"You burned down your kitchen, Ma!"
"It needed renovation."
"Renovation, not destruction."
"You can't create innovation without destruction."
"I won't get into philosophical discussions, especially not with you." Robby sighed. "You can't live alone anymore. I sent you some links to retirement homes."
"I'm not that old. 70 is the new 60 and 60 is the new 50 and 50 is the new−"
"You are that old."
"Then I'm old enough to have grandkids. Where are my grandkids? Produce some grandchildren instead of playing around with dragon eggs. Inseminate some human eggs." 
 "I'm not playing around−I'm working."
"Working with dragon eggs? To my knowledge, there is no recognized occupation called 'dragon breeder' in this world. And I thought you had a security company." Flora remembered attending some office parties. The people she met were buff folks− ex-military and ex-cops. They didn't conform to the nerdy gamer stereotype. Therefore, Flora had difficulties connecting the security company to a game.
"In the virtual world, this job exists."
"So you breed dragons? And who would buy a dragon?" She paused. "Okay, maybe I would be interested in buying a dragon. But not a pixel dragon, a real one. Maybe, I would use it as a mount or play with it or eat it. I wonder what dragon steaks taste like." 
"That would be cannibalism." He grinned.
"Oh, you terrible son." She grinned too. "But I still don't understand how you can make money with a game."
 "I shifted my security company gradually into the virtual world. Rich business people want to level up safe and fast. We provide them protection."
"And why are they playing games?"
"In the virtual world, time flows at the double speed of the real world. Therefore they can work 48 hours in virtual reality while only 24 hours in the real world pass."
Flora nodded. She could see the advantages of it. She had to make a lot of crazy deadlines while she was still working as an industrial designer. 'On the other hand, people will start to plan with virtual time. Therefore the stress will be the same long term, and time spent with family and friends in the real world will be shorter in comparison to the working time. Horrible. So the pressure or gain spending leisure time in the virtual world increases−it's a vicious circle.' 
While Flora was lost in thought, her son told her examples of affected businesses like creative jobs, monitoring jobs, or stock market trading.
She caught up with him when he turned to mathematics.
"How competent you are in the virtual world depends on your stats. 'Stats' are the numerical values of your attributes and skills. The fastest way to raise those is through leveling. Here comes our company into play. We escort the clients on quests and into dungeons."
Flora chuckled. 'Quests and dungeons...oh my.' She imagined her son Robby in full knight's armor riding through a BDSM dungeon. 
"Can you show this game to me?"
"Only videos of it. You need to lie in a pod to access it. That's a box filled with electronics. Actually, you can stay in these pods 24/7 if someone else does the maintenance. You could enter the virtual reality instead of a retirement home. In VR, you could burn down as many kitchens as you like, and it wouldn't hurt you."
"Radically renovate, you mean. Hmm…" 'On the one hand, I can see him more and exert pressure for grandkids. On the other hand, I wouldn't see my grandchildren when I'm in virtual reality.' "Can you get virtual grandkids?"
Robby gaped. "Ma! No! But please consider entering the VR, I would worry less about you. And I want to show you the beautiful sceneries of the Cetviwos. We could go on hikes like in the past."
'Plan one spending more time with Robsweets underway. Plan two getting grandkids pending.'
"But brainwave-based virtual reality isn't great for anybody. I have a high synchronization rate, and there is a genetic component to it. So the chances are good you will do well. However, it might be difficult to adjust to new technology at your age." 
Of course, Flora saw through his attempt to kindle her competitive spirit. Nonetheless, it worked.
"No problem, I have worked with a brainwave-based VR CAD System before. It felt great, a bit like magic."
"Brainwave technology is brand-new. CentralTank, the company running the VR World, is the only one who figured out how to send and receive complex data directly to and from your mind. So it isn't likely your–um CAT−software was fully brainwave enabled."
"CAD means Computer-aided Design—basically, software for technical drawings. I needed a cheap software when I was freelancing, and they did a promotion for BETA-Testing their brainwave VR technology. My workshop was virtual, and I had an artificial intelligence assistant." Flora got increasingly enthusiastic. "Are in this game workshops and AI assistants too? I want to design more toasters! Can you create toasters? If there are no toasters, forget about this VR stuff!" 
"The game offers a marvelous workshop for crafting and AI assistants. Although I never saw an actual toaster, there are spaceships named Toasters because they look a bit like it. Besides, they get so hot they toast the pilot if he hasn't enough fire-resistance."
Flora grinned. "Great! The CAD System had some fun competitions. For one of them, I designed a toaster-shaped spaceship too. It was just a gimmick. Nobody sane would fly it. The pilot has to get in like a toast goes into a toaster. A hatch closes behind him, and the whole opening converts into a thruster. I added a few side-thrusters, but the spaceship can move only in a relatively straight line."
"That sounds a lot like the Toasters in-game," Rob said slowly.
"You think you have the most creative, unique idea in the world, and in the next week, the competitor launches it. Convergent evolution of ideas happens all the time in design."
They both shrugged simultaneously. Flora reached for Robby's hand and squeezed it.
"Let's try this VR thingy for a bit. I'll show you I can handle all the modern stuff." 
He nodded with a wry smile, but his voice boomed: "Flora Fluss goes virtual!"

After Flora Fluss burns down the kitchen, her son insists she is too old to live alone. She's got two choices. Either move into a retirement home or spend the rest of her life within a virtual reality game governed by society's most advanced artificial intelligence. When you've worked a lifetime as an engineer for home appliances, naturally, you go with the option that has more toasters. 
Soon, Flora finds out that the virtual world is more familiar than she thought. Though, it takes her a while to get used to the idea that tanks don't hold water or oil but the aggro of mobs.  

Auntie toasts the VRMMORPG contains cute crafting, complicated game-mechanics plus how to exploit them, unconventional training methods, and a lot of toasters.

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

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

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

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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