Fix Married at the age of 18, hindi pa handa si Sofia na matali sa isang habang buhay na commitment. Nais niya pang matupad ang pangarap niya -- ang maging isang Kpop Idol. So, she fled to South Korea and chase after her dream leaving all her commitments away.


5 years later, natupad ni Sofia ang pangarap niya na maging sikat na Kpop Idol. Kasama na siya sa grupo na Yellow Daisy. Perpekto na sana ang lahat kundi lang dahil sa isang lifestyle magazine na nakita niya kung saan ang cover of the month ay ang iniwang asawa na si Nicholas at -- ang anim na buwang gulang na sanggol na bunga ng pagsasama nila ng lalaki na noon ay nakikita niyang kasing-wangis niya.


Noon ay tila nakaramdam siya ng pangungulila sa mga ito.


Si Nicholas Cuerdo ang nagmamay-ari nang pinakasikat na cosmetic company. Sa kabila nang angking kagwapuhan at kakisigan nito ay nagpatali na lamang ito basta sa kanya - sa kanya na ang pamilya ay nagmamay-ari lamang nang di kilalang Catering Services. Bakit? Tanong niya na nais sagutin ng lalaki.


Ni hindi man lang ito nagtangkang pigilan o pabalikin siya sa Pilipinas gayong alam niya na malawak ang koneksyon nito saan mang panig ng mundo.. bakit? tanong nanaman niya.


Dahil na rin sa pambubuyo nang bestfriend at the same time personal assistant niya na si Raquel ay tumulak siya ng palihim sa Pilipinas upang makita ang iniwang anak.


Ngayon.. nasa pagitan siya ng dalawang desisyon:

either chase her family back and leave her dream
or stay still and forget them completely.


Ano ang pipiliin niya?

It's a strange room. You can't see the edge . It's just that the ceiling made of some unknown material on the top of the head is emitting a white light. There's a rhythmic "tick, tick" sound in the air. Just like some kind of machine is running, boring and monotonous cycle,  slight but exists~~
Time Passes, or there is no concept of time in this room at all. In Zhou Hao's vision, which is suffering from the empty white and the "tick" sound all over the time, there is finally a face, a face that doesn't know how to describe. The whole face's outline is like its own lighting, which makes people feel confused and can only vaguely see the light ,A pair of indifferent eyes behind mang look at him as if they are looking at a cargo, without any emotion~~
"hu~~"
Zhou Hao sat up from his bed sweating, not because he was afraid of the scene in the dream. In fact, since he was ten years old, he often had the same dream. From the beginning,He was very scared,but a few years later , he was able to deal with the dream in a very prosaic way,and then as soon as he entered the dream, he knew that he was dreaming, and even constantly explored in the dream. He wanted to know what kind of place it was, Why has he had such a dream for so many years? Although he spent more and more time in the dream, it's a pity that so many efforts could not make him even move one finger. Every time, he was passively watched by the mysterious man, like a mouse~~
He also tried to find out the answers in real life. "Zhou Gong's interpretation of dreams","
Interpretation of dreams"....such as this,he read it many times.But it doesn't work,they can't explain the dream at all~~
However, it's not totally useless to have this dream. Since the beginning of this dream, his spirit is getting better and better. His daily sleep time is getting shorter and shorter. Now he only sleeps three or four hours a day, but the whole person is still full of energy. Therefore, as a programmer, he can stand out from so many "code farmers" by his ability to sleep less and work all over the night~~
But this time it's different,Zhou Hao can't wait to turn on the computer and record it in a document titled "dream". Because this dream has made progress for the first time. At the end of the dream, he clearly saw what the mysterious man handed him somthing~~
While recording these, Zhou Hao kept thinking:
"Who is this mysterious man? Why give me something?"
"But I don't know what he gave me,Do I have to keep haveing this dream, and then I can finally know What happened to me?"
Thinking of this, he began to regret it .He hoped he didn't wake up,Maybe if he keep dreaming, he will know the answer for so many years!
But  it's too late to regret. He's sober now. He turns on the light, sits in front of the desk, opens the dream interpretation forum, and sends the follow-up dream content. But now it's more than three o'clock in the morning. It's the time when people are most sleepy. No one is brushing the post. After waiting for a long time, no one can reply. He can only turn off the forum and stare at the computer Ecstasy~~
At this time, he suddenly found a few lines of small black characters in the lower right corner of the field of vision:
Congratulations on being selected as God bug programmer, you No is 111. Please complete the following tasks within the specified time.
Task location: Huilong town;
Background: he should have disappeared in the world, but still walked in the dark, his existence is unreasonable;
Task content: find this shouldn't exist thing, and make it return to normal!
Task time: ten days;
If the task fails or fails to complete within the time limit, you shall be responsible for the consequences!!
At the bottom of this words,There's a ten day countdown that's slowly decreasing~~
Zhou Hao is a little confused: this is the mysterious man gave to me?
He has also read this kind of novel. The protagonist gets rewards by fighting monsters and upgrading all the way with a powerful system. Although it doesn't say what rewards he will get after completing the task, it's not a long time. It's worth to try.
But who is the "God" being? It can't be the omnipotent "Lord God" in the novel? If so, that's will be lucky,He fantasized about marrying a beautiful girl and become CEO,a happy life is coming~~
But this word"111",What does it mean?Does this lonely number indicate that there are 110 programmers in the world who are chosen by God like him?
"The procedure of making this" God "must be very huge, so there are so many programmers to solve BUG~~," Zhou Hao told himself.
Since he decided to finish the task, he immediately put himself into the preparatory work. As an excellent programmer, it's a common thing to go on a business trip, and often stay for several months. This ten day workload can only be regarded as a very small thing, but no matter how small it is, he will treat it seriously and make complete preparations.
Huilong Town, located in the west of Hanjiang plain, is not large in area and small in population. It is a typical plain farmhouse town. The pictures found on the Internet also show a large area of farmland and dilapidated small buildings,  It's unlike there an Internet company in this place!
But it's also possible that "God" put his system in this sparsely populated place~~
"It's strange that I dont's know who I should contact in the town. Do I have to go door-to-door to inquiry?" Zhou Hao looked over the task information line by line and confirmed that it was only these cold words, and there was nothing else.
He has a headache. These words are not clear. He has no idea how to start~~
"Shouldn't exist and walk in the dark? Is it poisoning?"
"No, in general, this large companies will not be connected to the Internet. Even if the employees are poisoned due to improper use, they will not invite outsiders to kill the virus, because in this way, they will put the company's secrets in the eyes of outsiders..."
"And it's only ten days. It's not enough!"
Fortunately, Zhou Hao was "dismissed" at the beginning of this year.
 What is "dismissed"?
 Nothing to do all day.  only pay the basic minimum wage every month. also make some disgusting systems. For example, you have to find a work summary that requires me to write no less than 500 words every day. Who can stand it?
So he quit his job and didn't get angry with the boss!
At present, he is light and free from the process of asking for leave. At dawn, he can start directly with his luggage on his back, which is much more efficient.
It seems that ten days is not short, but he don't konw what the bug is? Save a little time, just a little....
But when he finally put the computer in his schoolbag, he looked at the power cord in his hand, and he suddenly thought: I don't know what system this "God" uses, and I don't know whether this data cord can be plugged in or not.

When you wake up and find yourself been chosen by God，What do you do？
Who's kidding me？
Or.....This is the cruel reality？

"Are you surprised?" Terrence smirked. The old Chukan mech designer revelled in airing the dirty laundry of his specialty field! "Much of the galaxy sees neural interfaces as safe, mature devices because trillions of man-hours have been poured into developing and refining them for widespread usage. Yet almost no one knows that most of those hours only broadened our perspectives to how serious neural interfaces can fail!"
Throughout this 'exchange' with Old Man Terrence, Ves had fallen into continuous shock. Almost every neural interface specialist should be aware of all of the pitfalls concerning the technology.
Even Iris Jupiter, who introduced him to this field, must have known as well!
What Ves found egregious was that the MTA's deliberate stance to conceal the actual risks of neural interface technology. By propagandizing that neural interfaces were much more sophisticated than the dangerous, pre-Age of Mechs models, an enormous amount of mech designers and mech pilots readily embraced something that must had led to an immense amount of damage!
In Old Man Terrence's case, the damage the tech had caused must have weighed heavily on his conscience! Now that he was nearing the end of his life, Ves found himself in a strange position of hearing the aging Journeyman's confession.
"Neural interface tech is the devil's tech." Terrence reiterated with a shaky fist. "Every mech designer unknowingly incorporates pieces of tech that slowly and gradually degrade the cognitive functions of the users of their products. Does that sound responsible for you? Are we truly serving mech pilots to the best of our abilities, as the MTA often likes to instill in people of our profession?"
"We swore an oath to serve mech pilots!" Ves retorted.
The old man laughed. "Hahaha! That is true, but the devil is in the details! There are multiple interpretations we can choose from. For one mech designer, it may entail minimizing the repercussions of piloting their mechs as much as possible. For another mech designer, it may entail pushing the limits as far as possible regardless of the consequences! Who decides which interpretation is right?"
Ves could very well imagine that different mech designers would not agree on a common interpretation.
Mech designers such as the Skull Architect would definitely try to push his neural interfaces to an extreme!
Having studied his mech designs extensively, Ves knew very well that the pirate designer cared nothing about mech pilots! Instead, he would seek to exploit every opportunity to raise the performance parameters of his mechs as much as possible!
If the lifespan of the users of his products halved as a consequence, then what did that have to do with the Skull Architect?
Perhaps paradoxically, a mech designer like Gloriana might choose the opposite. As crazy as she seemed, she genuinely seemed to care about the mech pilots of her mechs. As a principle, she would not allow her mechs to be marred by dangerously volatile neural interfaces that posed a clear threat to their mech pilots.
As for Ves? He was still in way too much shock to make up his mind!
He turned his attention back to the conversation. "I take it then that the MTA has already decided on the right interpretation on behalf of every mech designer."
"Correct! One of the main duties the Mech Trade Association has taken up for themselves is to set universal standards for mechs. After an extensive study in the risks associated with neural interfaces, their wise councilors at the top have decided that a certain amount of risk is acceptable!"
"Then wouldn't that make every mech in existence a defective product in a sense?"
The old man laughed again. "Again, there are multiple interpretations! The MTA just chooses to select the most convenient ones to suit their own needs. From my perspective, mechs aren't necessarily defective. Instead, they are all experimental products!"
"That's…"
"Mech designers like you unknowingly sell dangerous mechs to ignorant mech buyers who subsequently assign them to oblivious mech pilots. All of this would have been ethically sound if everyone was aware of the true risks associated with the neural interfaces built into the mechs. Unfortunately, the cold hard reality is that no one except a select group is aware! You can thank the MTA for keeping your conscience clean!"
Until now, Ves silently whispered. Calling it the devil's technology sounded very apt to him now. Every mech designer who made use of the so-called standard neural interface models made available by the MTA unknowingly treated every mech pilot as their experimental test subjects!
He wasn't surprised to hear that the MTA acted in a hypocritical manner. He just wanted to understand their reasoning.
"Mr. Reedan, what does the MTA get out of standardizing higher-specced but unsafer neural interfaces?"
"What do you think the MTA stands for?" Terrence prompted. "The answer is mechs! They worship mechs! They will do anything for mechs! If they have to choose between the wellbeing of people and speeding up the development of mechs, they will choose the latter each time!"
That sounded very extreme even for Ves!
"Unsafer neural interfaces speed up mech development?"
"Of course! While I've mentioned numerous negative consequences of using unsafe neural interfaces, risks are always associated with rewards! Perhaps the single most important factor is that unsafe interfaces are correlated with a higher emergence of expert candidates and expert pilots!"
This was another explosive revelation! If this was true, then Ves could definitely see why the MTA pushed for unsafer standards!
"So it's all about increasing the probability of expert pilots emerging from the masses of oblivious test subjects!"
Old Man Terrence grinned. "I see you understand. The MTA has performed several covert experiments to test whether there is a relationship. They secretly implemented divergent regional standards for neural interfaces across different star sectors. What did they find? Star sectors that made use of safer neural interfaces produced as much as twenty percent less expert pilots compared to star sectors that used highly unsafe neural interfaces!"
Naturally, the MTA conducted this grand experiment without disclosing the risks to the test subjects in question!
"The MTA cares a lot about expert pilots. The more, the better, right?" Ves questioned. He still possessed some doubts. "Why did they decide to set it at the point you mentioned when they could have pushed the limits harder?"
"Other than risk exposure, which would be very bad for the MTA?" Terrence chuckled. "They secretly tried it out in a couple of star sectors. What they found was that while the probability of expert pilots emerging from the ranks definitely increased, their quality deteriorated remarkably. An alarming proportion of them suffered from a host of issues such as suffering from personality disorders, premature aging of their brains or a total loss in interfacing ability. Over a longer period of time, these star sectors fielded less expert pilots than usual because too many of them died or ended up crippled!"
Ves knew that if not for the total decline in the number expert pilots, the MTA would have definitely pushed for more extreme standards!
"How many victims have these 'experiments' produced?"
"Too much to count." The old man shook his head. "While the experimental measures have helped propel many mech pilots to heights they ordinarily couldn't reach, plenty of talented mech pilots who might have been able to advance to ace pilots died or retired far before their time."
This was the real human cost of engaging in experiments. The MTA could have acted according to their own ethical standards and performed their experiments in a transparent and voluntary basis. Yet they instead opted not to disclose the risks, no doubt so they could keep the true nature of neural interfaces a secret while obtaining the most accurate data.
"Where do we sit now, Mr. Reedan?"
"The MTA performed various experiments over several decades in many different star sectors. Their internal research teams subsequently modeled and simulated these gains in order to determine the sweet spot that produces the maximum amount of expert pilots."
"I see." Ves nodded while resuming his petting of Lucky. The cat was getting rather grumpy about the lack of pampering! "So their current standards for neural interfaces is a mathematically-derived result."
"The neural interface standards still fluctuate from generation to generation and from region to region." Old Man Terrence warned. "The truth is that the sweet spots are different for each state and each star sector. Not only that, but the MTA sometimes wants to influence the amount of expert pilots that emerge from a specific region of space. For example, if they think the Komodo Star Sector needs more expert pilots, they might tweak the limits of the next generation of neural interfaces made available specifically for this region."
"So the MTA indirectly influences the rate of expert pilots emerging from star sector to star sector?"
"Yes! Don't think the MTA is completely politically neutral. In some cases, their decisions have accelerated the defeat of one star sector over another simply because the former hadn't been able to produce as many expert pilots!"
"What?! Shouldn't mech designers like you know about this?"
"So what? We are all complicit in this matter." The Chukan smiled ruefully. "While my hands aren't as drenched in blood as that of the MTA, I am still carrying the stains to this day. This is the price that every neural interface specialist has to pay."
A brief silence stretched as Ves processed the latest revelations. Both the MTA and neural interface specialists like Old Man Terrence had become accustomed to running dangerous experiments without disclosing the risks to mech pilots.
To Ves, it seemed like this entire field was rotten to the core! In order to maintain the popularity of neural interface, every neural interface specialist voluntarily turned into devils in order to advance this devil tech!
He suddenly recalled something important about Old Man Terrence.
"According to your record, your specialty is related to the relationship between neural interfaces and genetic aptitude."
"Indeed." The old man nodded. "Like many mech designers, I had a dream. Genetic aptitude plays a central role in how far a mech pilot can go. Those whose aptitudes are graded as D can barely pilot a frontline mech, while those whose aptitudes are graded as A have a much higher probability of becoming expert pilots. Doesn't this sound unfair to you, Mr. Larkinson?"
"Nothing is fair." Ves repeated one of his central beliefs. "Some people are simply better at something than others. Like many people, I used to dream of becoming a mech pilot when I was a kid. Reality gave me a good whack in the head when I became ten."
"This is true. Not everyone is capable of piloting mechs. Even I did not attempt to tackle this problem. My interest lay more in elevating the effective performance of mech pilots with lower-than-average aptitudes. My ultimate goal was to equalize the playing field between low-potential mech pilots and high potential mech pilots!"
That was a very ambitious dream! Ves felt a lot of admiration for Old Man Terrence for choosing to pursue such a far-reaching goal!
"Have you made a lot of progress in solving this problem?"
"Hahaha! No!" The old man laughed at himself. "I would have been in a much better position if I had! I severely underestimated the role genetic aptitude plays in facilitating the man-machine connection! It was a fool's dream for a lowly mech designer from a third-rate state to think they can solve this problem when even the best minds at the MTA failed to develop a solution!"
Ves narrowed his eyes in suspicion. He wasn't fooled by the old man's self-depreciating act. "You should have at least made some gains over your long years of designing mechs, right?"
"To tell you the truth, I have. What's it to you, though? My design philosophy is fundamentally flawed to begin with. I barely moved forward when I already encountered a dead end! Perhaps a more ingenious mech designer might have been able to climb over it, but it's impossible for the likes of you and me! The moment I conceded defeat against the strength of genetic aptitude was the moment I ceased progressing my design philosophy any further!"
Mech designers constantly struggled to make the impossible into a reality! Confidence was vital to their progression.
Giving up on pursuing their overarching ambitions was one of the worst outcomes that could happen to a mech designer!


Humanity has conquered half the galaxy and the Age of Mechs reigns supreme!

Ves Larkinson lacked the genetic aptitude to become a famed mech pilot. Fighting against his fate, he studied mech design in order to express his love for mechs as a builder instead of a soldier.

When Ves graduated from college, he returned to a new but empty boutique. Left with a small, newly founded mech workshop that his father painstakingly built with a mountain of debt, Ves somehow needs to make ends meet with the bank breathing down his neck.

In the midst of his despair, he found salvation from another legacy his father had left.

"Welcome to the Mech Designer System. Please design your new mech."

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"Okay, stop talking, " Lu Qian frowned and interrupted in a deep voice.
Yang Yun didn't stop talking right away. Instead, she felt even more aggrieved for him. "Why can't I say it? You like her so much. It's obviously... "
Lu Qian looked up at her and said in a low voice, "if you say another word, I'll have someone send you back to your hometown. "
Hearing that, Yang Yun bit her lip and finally stopped talking.
Lu Qian turned his head to look out of the window and fell silent.
Yang Yun was the child of a distant relative of his. She could be counted as his distant cousin.
Before anything happened to her family, she had been living in his house, so she knew the series of things at home very clearly.
* 
Before Zhao Siqing left, she paid all the medical fees for Lu Qian, hoping that he would get better soon.
Other than that, she couldn't do much else.
Not long after, Li Feihuan called and asked her to talk about Li Feiyuan's situation.
Zhao Siqing thought that she had already made an agreement with him yesterday, so she arranged to meet him at a nearby shopping mall.
She was close and arrived earlier.
Seeing that Li Feihuan hadn't arrived, she sent a wechat message to Nalan Yanran: [ have you had any strange dreams? ]
Very soon, Nalan Yanran replied: [ a fairy who doesn't sleep like me never dreams. ]
Zhao Siqing smiled lightly, guessing that she had been busy the whole night again.
Zhao Siqing continued to edit: [ tell me, why do I always dream of the same scene, the same person? ]
[ man and woman? ] Nalan Yanran replied.
[ man... ]
Zhao Siqing briefly told her about the dream last night. After a while, Nalan Yanran directly sent a voice message: "Baby, I'm going to arrest someone. Check it yourself first, I'll call you tonight. "
Then, a link to [ Duke Zhou's dream interpretation ] was thrown over.
Zhao Siqing smiled lightly and closed the chat box.
But not long after, she could not help but click on the link again and lowered her head to study it seriously.
Zhao Siqing looked at the explanation that was searched out and softly read it out. "dreams are people's subconscious. Often dreaming of the same person means that this person has always lived in the depths of your subconscious and occupied a corner of your heart... "
"often dreaming of the same person means that he has always been thinking of you. "
Zhao Siqing frowned slightly, feeling that it was a little ridiculous.
However, she could not find an analysis that was completely compatible with her dream, so she simply opened the online dream interpretation.
The other party first asked about her dream. Because the previous dream was too shameful, Zhao Siqing only briefly talked about last night's dream.
[ you can interpret it. Here is the payment link. ]
Looking at the payment link sent by the other party, Zhao Siqing was stunned for a few seconds.
Was there a fee?
Zhao Siqing muttered under her breath, "liar, " and closed the web page.
But within a few minutes, she could not help but open the link again and pay 188 yuan.
After paying, the chat box showed that the other party was typing... ...
Zhao Siqing waited impatiently, a little curious.
Actually, as a psychiatrist, she had come into contact with some things like dreams.
Although there was no scientific basis for dream interpretation, but.. It could still satisfy her curiosity.
Not long after, Li Feihuan brought Li Feiyuan over.
From Afar, he could see the woman with her hair draped over her shoulders. She was sitting in front of a table by the window, jabbing at her phone one after another as if she was bored.
Li Feihuan walked forward and asked gently, "how long have you been waiting? "
The other party's analysis had just been sent over. Before Zhao Siqing could take a look, she noticed a figure beside her.
She looked up and saw that Li Feihuan and yuan yuan were already sitting opposite her.


Huo Jingchen had a serious paranoid personality disorder, and Zhao Siqing was his psychiatrist.
Huo Jingchen had endured it for six years, but he did not dare to get close to her.
He thought that he could control himself well, but after just one meeting, Huo Jingchen's face was swollen by himself.
"Zhao Siqing is mine, her eyes are mine, and her body is mine. From head to toe, from inside to outside, her hair is mine! "
There are hundreds of beauties in the world, but only you are my favorite.
The male protagonist is sick, and the female protagonist has medicine.
Double Love Letters, welcome to jump into the pit.

The Cupbearer and the Baker
1Some time later, the cupbearer and the baker of the king of Egypt offended their master, the king of Egypt. 2 Pharaoh was angry with his two officials, the chief cupbearer and the chief baker, 3 and put them in custody in the house of the captain of the guard, in the same prison where Joseph was confined. 4 The captain of the guard assigned them to Joseph, and he attended them.

After they had been in custody for some time, 5 each of the two men—the cupbearer and the baker of the king of Egypt, who were being held in prison—had a dream the same night, and each dream had a meaning of its own.

6 When Joseph came to them the next morning, he saw that they were dejected. 7 So he asked Pharaoh's officials who were in custody with him in his master's house, "Why do you look so sad today?"

8 "We both had dreams," they answered, "but there is no one to interpret them."

Then Joseph said to them, "Do not interpretations belong to God? Tell me your dreams."

9 So the chief cupbearer told Joseph his dream. He said to him, "In my dream I saw a vine in front of me, 10 and on the vine were three branches. As soon as it budded, it blossomed, and its clusters ripened into grapes. 11 Pharaoh's cup was in my hand, and I took the grapes, squeezed them into Pharaoh's cup and put the cup in his hand."

12 "This is what it means," Joseph said to him. "The three branches are three days. 13 Within three days Pharaoh will lift up your head and restore you to your position, and you will put Pharaoh's cup in his hand, just as you used to do when you were his cupbearer. 14 But when all goes well with you, remember me and show me kindness; mention me to Pharaoh and get me out of this prison. 15 I was forcibly carried off from the land of the Hebrews, and even here I have done nothing to deserve being put in a dungeon."

16 When the chief baker saw that Joseph had given a favorable interpretation, he said to Joseph, "I too had a dream: On my head were three baskets of bread.[a] 17 In the top basket were all kinds of baked goods for Pharaoh, but the birds were eating them out of the basket on my head."

18 "This is what it means," Joseph said. "The three baskets are three days. 19 Within three days Pharaoh will lift off your head and impale your body on a pole. And the birds will eat away your flesh."

20 Now the third day was Pharaoh's birthday, and he gave a feast for all his officials. He lifted up the heads of the chief cupbearer and the chief baker in the presence of his officials: 21 He restored the chief cupbearer to his position, so that he once again put the cup into Pharaoh's hand— 22 but he impaled the chief baker, just as Joseph had said to them in his interpretation.

23 The chief cupbearer, however, did not remember Joseph; he forgot him.

this is a bible that I literally posted on web novel. think of it as a free bible that can be downloaded and read offline that is also AD free and doesn't ask for your email so that it can send spam email about the app and whatnot. I do not own the bible at all so it is not a book written by me. those into Christianity and that stuff about god. then, please send some votes for me and check out my other novels as well. leave a comment and a review. also after searching, I realized that im the first person to do something like this on webnovel, lmao.

The following night, the presenter opened the interview saying, "So far your story is full of twist and turns and I feel we are still far away from what people really want to hear, they want to hear what Richie did that made you to dump him on that wedding day"
       To this Tolu replied, "I know, but they need to also know how we got to that point and how he dug that grave for himself and I am about to step into that this night..." "Good, my ears are itching to hear it" The presenter chipped in 
       Tolu continued her story, "It was not long that I discovered that my mom was very right with her advise that she gave me about no sex till the wedding night, how did I confirmed it? 
      It happened like this, our relationship  speeds up deeply like we had been on it for a long time, he visited me and I visited him regularly, but whenever I am going to his place I always go in the company of my friend Bianca so that she can serve as a save guard against things going out of hands, you know what I mean?"
       The presenter asked, "You mean so that he will not be able to make sexual advances towards you right?" Tolu answered, "Exactly, but he did not like it, but I remained steadfast in that act because I saw that he could not controlled himself  sexually, so we played a lot of hide and seek game with each other until one night that I discovered that this issue of sex is going to cause serious trouble between us"
       The presenter asked her, "What happened during that night? Tolu answered, At that point I was so close to his friend Ayo who secured that new job that opened the door for our relationship, because he was my direct boss as Richie was in my former place of employment. The man liked me so much because of my high working ethics and he saw me as an epitome of moral uprightness.
       He happened to be the only blossom friend of Richie, and they always hang out together either in Richie's place or his own place.
      On the night that I mentioned, they were together in Richie's place, and it was Saturday evening that we did not go to our offices.
       The building in which Richie resided then had two balconies, the first balcony face the gate of the compound while the second faced the back of the compound. Normally, we like sitting at the back because  there it was always cool after sunset which always heat up the front part of the building 
      I left them sitting there that evening to go and buy ingredients that I need for cooking, but when I got downstairs I realised that the money in my purse will not do, so I returned to collect more money from Richie. 
      They did not know when I reentered, I heard Richie telling Ayo his friend that he had one dream that terrified him and Ayo asked him to relay the dream to him.
       I did not know what happened to me that night, It was never part of me to eavesdrop on people, but I just have this urge to stay quiet to hear the dream that he dreamt, somehow I felt the dream have something to do with me, if not he would have told me because he said he had the dream a week ago.
       Really he doesn't keep anything from me, but for him to have a dream that bothered him that much and he did not tell me increased my interest in the dream.
        He told Ayo that he dreamt that he saw a large pot seething on the stove, inside were boiling African sweet potatoes that were not yet done and I was the one cooking the potatoes, he said he saw himself sneaking into the kitchen to steal some of the hot undone potatoes.
       He dipped his hands into the pot and brought out a big potato to eat, his hand got seethed by the boiling water and the pain was so terrible. in spite of that pain he went ahead and ate the undone potato and his tongue too got blisters that kill the taste on his tongue. After eating the undone potato he had a terrible stomach aches and he was rolling on the floor in a deathly pain.
      When I heard this story I wanted to hear what his friend would say, but for sometimes he just kept quiet and he did not say anything until Richie asked him whether he thought his dream was a warning for a bad thing in the future about me?
      Then Ayo asked him if he really want to hear the meaning of his dream? Richie answered and said he knew he usually know how to interprets difficult dreams that was the reason he told him the dream and he should go ahead and tell him the meaning no matter what it is.
      Hearing this, Ayo said this dream is about you, Tolu and sex, if you force your way with her as you have been saying you will do you will experience unending woes and aches. So my advise is that you should do the needful if you know you are hungry for sex with her, marry her quickly after all there is nothing hindering  you from marriage 
       When Richie heard this interpretation, he kept quiet for a while, later when he opened his mouth he said, "Ayo, you have interpreted many of my dreams accurately in the past, but you are wrong this time, the interpretation you gave doesn't belong to my dream.
       You just twisted it so that you can use it to dissuade me about my plan concerning that girl, but I have told you my mind, I cannot marry a girl that I do not know whether she is frigid or sexually active. What if we marry and it turn out that she is a frigid cold girl that will turn my life to hell and I will need to return to the street to relieve myself?"
        To this Ayo answered, "I don't think so, Tolu cannot be a frigid she only have a vow to keep herself till the wedding day, and I am sure you will enjoy her" 
"That is your own, for me if she maintain her no sex till wedding night stand, then I will maintain my no wedding until we have sex stand. Don't you see that she is torturing me on purpose 
       To make the matter worse for me, since I met her other girls don't turn me on again like before, if not by now she will know what she is worth"
       "Richie, you will never settle down into marriage unless you have a girl like Toly who will make you to settle down" Ayo told him.
       "Richie replied, " That is a lie, my relationship with her is about to clock a year now, why didn't I dropped her like others?"
        "The reason you did drop her was because you have not seen her nakedness, you are like a cock, you get tired of girls that you sleep with immediately you see another one, if you know what is good for you fix your wedding date and marry this girl she is so good for you!"
         This was what I heard without him knowing that I eavesdropped that night, and though I love him; but I made up my mind that I won't give in to sex before wedding as my mother advised me"
         "That was great" Says the presenter, "If all our ladies can be like you most of them will not surfer heartbreaks that is prevalent everywhere today in relationships" He added

He was in the deep gutter of jungle justice, in a matter of minutes he'll loose his life for crime he did not commit; and from the blues she stepped out to expose the real criminal and saved him.
Though nothing could match what she has done, but to show gratitude he helped her to secure a job where he worked and this caused a rift between him and his girl friend who was a born with silver in the mouth neighbour of his saviour.
With this girl friend annoying needless tantrums, he dumped her and decided to focus on the saviour, but she refused for a long time until he cleared off her chief reason for saying no through a special arrangement, and they started a sexless relationship which he  really did not like.
After a while in their cat and mouse sexless engagement, the criminal that she exposed to save him showed up with acid plastic and ruined her beauty.
With her beauty ruined he lost interest in her and dumped her for her traitorous friend. This set them up for a long journey of deadly vengeance. This book is a book for the strong hearted who can have food on the table and be glued to printed page that cant be put down to be read later!

"Let's finish up after killing a few more."
Tao Xin and Qin Jiming were friends who started playing together from the open beta. They were both Chinese users and they began Eternal Life as soon as it began since they were quite interested in it before its release.
Both of them had pretty high VRA measurements and had quite good understanding of games so they could rush ahead of the others. However, they took one wrong path and it was to become a malefactor.
"Today's income isn't that good."
"There are so many malefactors nowadays that the number of users we can rob have decreased."
Tao Xin shook his head with a disappointed expression.
"Should we rob a malefactor instead then?"
"We can't even get any evil karma or items off them, what good is that?"
Malefactors could kill each other. However, there was nothing to be gained from doing that.
"Hm, that's a little disappointing."
"We can't help it. Other than malefactors that get in our way, we need to ignore the rest of them."
Tao Xin and Qin Jiming were looking for prey while going roaming the Valley of the Dead. They were currently level 19, and this was quite high right now.
On top of that, they had the Ancient Knowledge 'Archer' and "Swordsman' respectively. Two high-level malefactors with Ancient Knowledge.
They were definitely a source of fear at this point in time.
"Let's look around a little more."
The two malefactors went around looking for prey. They went around the Valley of the Dead like hyenas looking for prey.

"Pant... pant...."
Tao Xin was currently running while panting heavily. Even while running continuously, he thought back to what happened 10 minutes ago, thinking about where it all went wrong.
The user that Tao Xin and Qin Jiming had found around 10 minutes ago was a perfect prey in their eyes. Well, they thought so until that user instantly slashed Qin Jiming's head off.
That really happened in a blink of an eye.
Tao Xin and Qin Jiming's PK style was that usually Tao Xin would shoot an arrow first to harass them and Qin Jiming would ambush the player.
At a glance, it looked simple, but in reality, it was quite a useful way of PK. They had killed numerous normal users through this pattern.
However, that user... easily dodged Tao Xin's arrow. With Tao Xin's long-range harassment not working, Qin Jiming's ambush naturally failed as well. In fact, Qin Jiming was defeated instead.
That user blocked Qin Jiming's ambush lightly with the sword and simply played around with Qin Jiming. Tao Xin tried to salvage the situation somehow and shot arrows continuously while using all of his Soul skills, but that user instead mysteriously put Qin Jiming in the trajectory and the arrow hit Qin Jiming.
Ironically, both Qin Jiming and Tao Xin were malefactors so they could hurt each other. Like that, an element that normal users wouldn't have to worry about became a fatal weakness to the malefactors and in the end, Tao Xin and Qin Jiming became hindrances to each other.
At the last moment, three consecutive slashes were swung fast.
Those three slashes easily hit Qin Jiming's arm, body and neck and he was defeated that easily.
Obviously, Tao Xin could only run when Qin Jiming died. Their prey wasn't a prey but a monster so Tao Xin ran like mad.
'Just where the hell did such a monster pop out from?'
Tao Xin had killed a fair share of players until now, but this was a first time for him. In fact, the two had killed users that were pretty high level and had a lot of experience.
And they didn't feel anything like this until now.
'No one can win against this....'
Although Tao Xin felt slightly sorry for Qin Jiming, the only thought on his mind right now was to survive on his own. However... that was just false hope.
*Swoosh, crack!*
A shadow fell down from the sky and accurately struck Tao Xin's body.
"Errgh!"
Since he was hit while he was running at full speed, Tao Xin fell backward. The one that toppled him over was the user that killed Qin Jiming, no, Sanghyuk.
Tao Xin thought that he'd be able to run away from Sanghyuk, but unfortunately, that was impossible.
The Valley of the Dead was a place Sanghyuk had been to countless times in his previous life, so Tao Xin's escape path was as clear as day to him.
So, Sanghyuk took a shortcut and blocked Tao Xin's front.
"Ugh... just what are you?"
Shouted Tao Xin in Chinese. However, Sanghyuk understood his words. This was possible thanks to the real-time interpretation system for Dream Network, developed 5 years ago.

The moment Tao Xin spoke, his words would naturally be translated and would appear on the right of Sanghyuk's vision. Since it took less than 1 second for the text to appear, there were no hindrances in real-time conversation.
Just that it was possible for too many texts to pop up if there were many people talking in different languages at once, but that could simply be turned off in important moments.
"That's not the important thing right now, is it?"
*Srrr.*
Sanghyuk had no time to have a chat with a malefactor. His head was currently filled with the thoughts to kill 100 malefactors as quickly as possible and acquire the First Malefactor Hunter title.
Tao Xin tried to stand up and run away. However, Sanghyuk approached him quicker than he could stand up with a rapid rush forward that contained the low rank Charge skill.
And a follow up Triple Slash!
Sanghyuk's sword instantly slashed Tao Xin's body and arm.
"Urgh!"
Of course, there was nothing like pain. However, there was a really unpleasant feeling. This unpleasant feeling replaced pain in Dream Network games, and it was similar to being splashed with a liquid containing all sorts of things in it.
It wasn't like Tao Xin's health had dropped completely so he tried to fight back. The white light scattering from various parts of his body signified that his state wasn't good, but it wasn't enough to make him collapse yet.
However, no matter how hard he struggled, Sanghyuk was on top of his head. To be exact, Sanghyuk too easily predicted his simple melee attack and left him with sword wounds after dodging them with ease.
In the end, Tao Xin couldn't even last one minute.
In the first place, it was impossible for someone who chose 'Archer', a long-range class to endure Sanghyuk's attack.
Even Qin Jiming couldn't last 3 minutes with his 'Swordsman' Ancient Knowledge, it was natural for Tao Xin to last even less.
*Swoosh, crush!*
In the end, The moment Tao Xin's life became 0, Sanghyuk's Traveller's Treasure sword pierced his heart.
Tao Xin had set the 'skip death' setting on so he didn't even know how he died.
"This is the forty-seventh...."
Sanghyuk defeated Tao Xin and muttered while he stood up. Tao Xin was the 47th malefactor he had killed.
There were 53 remaining now, and at this pace, he would be able to finish all 100 in 4 days.
Honestly, there were malefactors everywhere right now.
Half the users he discovered were malefactors.
Sanghyuk picked up all the items that Tao Xin had dropped. Neither Qin Jiming nor Tao Xin dropped any expensive items, but they weren't so worthless that he would just abandon them here.
'Looks like I should commission the miscellaneous items in Falcon City and come back again.'
Besides acquiring the First Malefactor Hunter title, he also earned quite a bit of karma as well as money from selling their loots.
Since Sanghyuk intended to hunt them down anyway, everything was a profit. Actually, killing malefactors was a quicker way to gather karma.

***

"There were no fatal bugs, and there were four cases of minor NPC AI errors. Those four were already fixed by 'Chaos' with its internal correction program."
The development team's report finished.
Since this was a meeting to check everything after the official launch, team leaders of all departments had participated via video calls.
"The in-game errors will be handled by Chaos so the development team should look into external attacks or illegal programs."
Chaos was the single greatest artificial intelligence program developed by Raonsoft through 10 years of research. In fact, EL was born practically thanks to Chaos alone.
Chaos could be considered the Creator God of EL. Chaos was watched all matters that happened within Eternal Life with its divine eyes and managed the world.
Of course, just because Chaos was there didn't mean that the development team was unnecessary. Chaos itself needed to be managed by the development team, so President Seo Wontae of Raonsoft always looked after the development team.
"Operation team, how is the user influx?"
"It's increasing rapidly. Since there were praises after praises of EL's game elements in almost all existing communities, the number of users are expected to increase even faster in the future."
"That's good. Once the number of users increases, the PPL (Product placement) problem will be solved too, right?"
"Yes, as long as the number of users increases, there will be plenty of companies wanting to advertise in our game."
"Take it slow. We aren't in a rush anyway."
Smiled Seo Wontae lightly. At first, even the invincible president was nervous, but right now, he was sure that EL was a huge hit.
"Are there any other problems?"
"The number of increasing malefactors is a slight concern."
The game balance team's team leader, spoke in a careful tone. Since Raonsoft's game policy was 'non-intervention', the balancing team had to be careful when mentioning such things.
"We cannot interfere with the game just because the number of malefactors increased. I will repeat this again, but Eternal Life pursues infinite freedom. So the number of malefactors should be overcome by the users themselves."
"But once the number of malefactors increases too much, the normal users may experience a big damage...."
"Sheesh, you still don't get it. Did I say that you had to stay still? We may not be able to interfere with the actual game, but we can from outside the game. For example, if you secretly leak the information on how you can get large rewards by killing malefactors on several online communities, this will no longer be a problem. Do I really need to tell you this? I already allowed controlling the game balance in a way that it doesn't impact the game much."
When Seo Wontae spoke in frustration, the balancing team's team leader could only repeat his apologies.
"The operation team too. Don't just fool around because you don't need to monitor the game much and look into the direction that the users are going towards by looking at various online communities. We need to be aware of all the changes that are occurring within the game."
Seo Wontae's principle was simple.
Direct intervention in the game wasn't allowed, but indirect control from outside the game was allowed. This was how he operated EL.

Sang Hyuk, a man nearing his 40’s, was contacted by SKY Telecom to help its team, SKY, become the best in a period of 3 years. If SKY’s team members fail, they will be disbanded. After succeeding the contract in time, he was betrayed by the company that gave him everything.

Somehow, he wakes up years in the past or you may say back to past as an 18 year old boy – a year before the release of Eternal Light (EL).

Armed with knowledge of future events that are yet to come, he embarks on a journey that no one has dared to tread before. His desire for success and for his revenge drives him to take this hard path.

He is the one and only one-man army.

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The cracks on the floor grew bigger and it was as if the dimension itself was slowly being torn apart. Think of them as being inside a white box and the animal was breaking it open from within. The floor underneath Arthur's feet rocked like an earthquake and the spidery cracks converged to where Arthur was standing. 
This was a good time for the young man to start running but he still couldn't find strength in his limbs. He stood there with his heart racing as the cracks underneath his feet started to grow in size. Arthur could see through the cracks and beyond it was an empty blackness, a dark abyss. It looked like the yawning maw of a dangerous beast and Arthur definitely did not fancy the idea of falling into it.
He willed vehemently for his body to move but it was to no avail. His heart was quivering violently from the stress and approaching danger but his body was completely immobile. The only part of Arthur's body that could be moved was his eyes but his power of sight only made things worse. 
His eyes followed the cracks as they moved towards his feet and that hollowed out his heart. The despair and anxiety the young man faced intensified. 
Just when he thought things could not get more dire, the strange animal stomped once more and the cracks grew bigger. 
Unable to stop the inevitable, the ground opened up to swallow Arthur. He tumbled through the crack into the darkness. He felt his body falling and as he descended down into the murky darkness, he could see the cracks in the room earlier slowly recovering. When all the cracks closed, Arthur found himself surrounded by darkness. 
With nothing to orient his senses, Arthur lost track of time and space. He believed his eyes were open but since everything was just blackness, he could not tell whether he was looking at blackness or his eyes were closed. Arthur did not think he moved at all but even if he did, the young man would not be able to tell. 
After what seemed like eternity, Arthur suddenly found himself in a grey room. He used several seconds to orient himself and realized he was back in reality. He was in the clinic. 
Arthur looked around him to make sure this was not yet another dreamscape. It did not seem like it was. Arthur could move his arms and could feel firm ground under his feet. To his surprise, the young woman was standing opposite from him in the dispensary. She was looking straight ahead but interestingly not at Arthur but past him. 
Arthur turned over his shoulder to see what had captured the woman's attention so but there was nothing there. It was just the grey wall. Arthur turned back with a frown. He then noticed the lack of focus in the young woman's eyes. Then it hit him.
She must have been still under the effect of his Siren's Song. The effect only lasted for five minutes and the young man no idea how much of that five minutes had been spent in that weird dream-like sequence. 
Before the young woman came to, Arthur ordered, "Open the door for me, please." 
The young woman nodded and walked away from the dispensary window. Seconds later, Arthur heard the lock in the wooden door wiggle open. Then, the door was pushed open from within. 
Arthur walked to the open door and stood across from the young woman. He still had many things that he did not understand. The biggest question on his mind was, 'What the hell happened earlier?'
First and foremost, he still held the opinion he had just been given a tour of the young woman's psyche. All the evidence pointed to that fact. 
Second, there seemed to be some sort of animal dominating the young woman's mind. However, Arthur could not tell whether the animal was representative of the woman's self-defense mechanism inherent in her mind or that was a creature that slipped in through some curious means. 
Third, he was not sure whether this was how the Siren's Song worked in general or it was unique to this young woman. Arthur would need to use the Siren's Song on his second 'victim' to know for sure and that would not happen that night because there was a limitation to the power and he had already used it once that day. He would need to wait until the next day's midnight before he could use it again. 
Arthur looked at the young woman and decided what to do with her. He did not know what would happen later, there might be an altercation and he did not want to get the woman involved if she was innocent. If she was in cahoot with the doctor, having her there would not help Arthur's cause either. 
While Arthur considered what to do, he noticed the dark circles that were under the young woman's eyes. Instinctively, the young man believed she had nothing to do with the doctor's illegal operation. The things that Arthur saw in her mind seemed to collaborate that interpretation. In the end, for the sake of her safety, Arthur told the young woman, "Please go home and take a well-deserved rest."
She nodded. Arthur then stepped back to allow the nurse to walk past him. She exited the steel door and walked away. 
Arthur hoped that the effect of the Siren's Song would last long enough until she reached home and crawled into her bed. 
After dealing with the two potential witnesses, Arthur strode through the wooden door. 
His earlier speculation that the door led to the stairs was only half right. There was indeed a set of stairs that led upwards but next to the stairs were two doors. 
The one on the left led to the small dispensary where the young woman situated herself before. Arthur did see her use that door when he ordered her to open the wooden door earlier.

Officially stopping the book to rewrite it into "the Disciple of Aoide", a similarly-themed book that is more WN style.

Love is a promise,

Love is a souvenir,

Once given never forgotten,

Never let it disappear.

These are the words that 18-year-old Raymond McGregory saw written in chalk on the sidewalk as he walked to his first ever college class. Raymond was no Sherlock and didn't give much thought as to why this quote was here, and just assumed that it must have been left by some adult who wanted to brighten up someone's day. For Raymond however, this quote caused him to remember a time when he was in love. More specifically, he remembered the day he first confessed his love to a girl and began his journey in the dating world. It was a warm spring day with his 8th grade graduation drawing near when Raymond confessed his love to the girl of his dreams.

He asked her to date.

She asked him to die.

And that was both the beginning and the end of Raymond's "dating journey."

(Wait a second, that's not a happy memory. I need to think back to the day I kissed a girl romantically. Ah yes, me and her were both in the rain when it happened.)

As Raymond sunk deeper into his memory of that day, he had a hard time recalling most of the of what had happened. And that's probably because it's impossible to remember something that never happened, and what little he had remembered of that day wasn't "remembering", it was his imagination.

(Okay, I have to have done something romantic in my life.)

Then Raymond remembered the time where he did the impure heterosexual act of romantically holding hands.

He had a big smile stretched across his face as he held her hand from behind.

Then she turned around and he saw her face in its entirety,

and he realized that the girl he was holding hands with wasn't even a girl at all.

(If love is a souvenir than what the hell kind of souvenir was that? The bootleg action-figure kind where they change Mickey Mouse's name to "Mike the Rat" and Mickey's face looks like some kind of freakish garden gnome? But I guess they did get the whole "never forgotten" part right because those memories have been seared into my brain with a blowtorch. Either way I have to have at least one good romance related memory!)

Raymond caught a memory of himself standing at the front of a ship hugging a girl and lifting her up into the air. Thing is, this was just Raymond remembering a scene from the movie Titanic.

Raymond kept searching his mind for a good romance related memory but he couldn't find a single memory that wasn't heartbreaking, imaginary, or just plain wrong (though he did see this one memory of him petting his cat Boople Snoot, which made him happy). Truth be told, Raymond was a guy who was single by choice ... of others, and the only relationships he'd ever had were with his left hand and his couch sleeve. He was what you would call a KHHV: a kissless handholdless hugless virgin.

***

Raymond soon found himself in front of his classroom. After waiting for the classroom door to open and the room to fill with students, he sat down and began thinking about his plan to get a girlfriend. You see, in the summer months leading up to Raymond's first semester in college, Raymond felt very lonely and thought up a plan to get a girlfriend. His plan was very simple: come off as a very nice, and the bitches will come in hoards. Raymond called his plan "How to Cure a Single Boyfriend". Of course the title for his little plan was a total oxymoron. Being a boyfriend by its very definition means that you aren't single, which makes his plan's title a complete contradiction, but this is the very contradiction Raymond saw himself as. Raymond felt his three strongest traits in the sexual marketplace was that he is the "ultimate nice guy", not a land whale, and male. To him these three traits clearly made him an alpha male, or at the very least not a lowly beta male. Because of his clear status as a dominant male, Raymond believed he was basically already someone's boyfriend, it's just that the person he was in a relationship with didn't know he was her boyfriend, and vice versa. And this is why Raymond came up with his plan: to match with his dream girl, and to cure him of being single. And he had a feeling that whoever this "dream girl" was, was about to come right through the classroom door.

And just then, the door opened, and Raymond turned to look at the dream girl who had just entered the classroom.

It was the teacher, an old women who looked like she was seventy-years-old.

(Goddammit, I've been cockblocked by some old geezer! What? Is my life so pathetic that I can't even have a good romance related memory of seeing a pretty girl walk through a fucking classroom door on the first motherfucking day of college? Like, does god have some weird fetishistic dating sim game planned for me where I go on the "Granny Route" and end up marrying someone who belongs in a retirement home? Is that what god has planned for me? Is that the kind of treatment nice guys like me get? Well, screw you god! Actually, don't do that. Then you'd have a good romance related memory of getting screwed unlike a certain 18-year-old with two thumbs and a thing for couch sleeves. Get unscrewed god!)

Suffice to say, Raymond felt both frustrated and awkward.

But as soon as Raymond's frustration and awkwardness expired, the door opened, and she came into the classroom.

Raymond's dream girl had arrived.

She was easily one of the prettiest girls Raymond had ever seen and the essence of feminine beauty. It was love at first sight.

Her natural scarlet hair glowed in the morning sun.

Her eyes were like blue diamonds that sparkled like the stars in the night sky.

Her face looked like a painting that only the most talented of renaissance artists helped create.

Her lips were as red as the sweetest of apples.

She walked with the grace of an angel.

But the best part about all of this,

was that Raymond didn't think of any this poetic bullshit.

Yes, while it was love at first sight for Raymond, his thoughts weren't at all that poetic. What he actually thought was:

(Jesus Christ, did she shove volleyballs down her shirt?)

He also thought of a bunch of other really vulgar trash, but I'm trying to keep a PG-13 rating here, so I'll just let you use your imagination. After Raymond was done thinking, his little angel walked gracefully to the the desk right in front of him and sat down. Raymond's veins instantly filled with joy.

(Oh my god, a girl sat next to me. She must be into me! I guess dreams really do come true!)

That was the only seat left for her to sit in though, and Raymond soon realized this.

***

Since Raymond didn't know his newfound crush's name, he wanted to make one up for her in the meantime. Considering he just thought she was into him even though no real evidence was there, Raymond decided to name her "Miss Interpretation".

***

The class soon started with the teacher giving her opening remarks, "Welcome to English 1A. Today we will be discussing the class norms and the syllabus." It soon became apparent to Raymond that this was one of those kinds of first days. You know, the kind where the teacher just spends two hours talking about shit you already know. Shit like, "you should raise your hand when you want to speak.", or "you should respect other people's opinions.", or "you're not supposed to ask a quadriplegic person if they were born in a minefield." Ok, maybe that last teaching is only implied, but I think you get the point. Though however boring as these classes may be there is one good thing about them, and that's that at the start of the class you think, "Oh god, they're wasting my time." But when you realize that you don't have to do any work you think, "Thank god, they're wasting my time!". Anyways, as the teacher blabbed on about respect or some other happy go lucky bullshit like that, Raymond became very bored and his mind drifted to thinking about Miss Interpretation. Even though he had known her for all of two minutes, Raymond fantasized about her being his ideal nerdy and artistic wife who he would spend the rest of his life with. Of course, Raymond had no idea what she was actually in to, but he did see her walk into class with her reading book in her arms, and holding a fancy looking pen, and that was all the evidence he needed in order for him to project his fantasies onto her. Raymond began to dream about his life after the two of them got married.

***

Everyday he would wake up to her sitting at his bedside and she'd say in a cheerful childlike voice, "Wakey-wakey! It's time for breakfast!". Then she would shovel spoonfuls of candy you put in milk known as "cereal" into his mouth and follow it up by shoving a baby bottle down his pie trap. 
Then he would go to work. The commute to his job would consist of him getting out of bed, and walking five steps to his computer where he would work as a full time E-celebrity. He would achieve E-fame as a popular gaming Youtuber and as a Twitch streamer. Everyday he would sit down and play video games all day. Thousands, if not millions, of people from around the world would watch him play and commentate. His legion of fans would type "lol" and "lmao" at all of his edgelord humor and dick jokes. His wife would often come in and play with him too. In fact, she would pose as his mascot. She would cause nerds from all over the internet to flock to his gaming channel and be envious of him. His wife would also be the artist that would draw his channel banner and such. Whenever Raymond needed a blanket, a back massage, or someone to scratch his ass at his "job" his wife would be there to take care of him at the snap of his fingers. When he would get off his "battle station" for his lunch break, his wife would be there waiting for him and say in a voice that resembled a kindergarten teacher, "Snack time!" and bring him trays of food with snacks like pop-tarts and animal crackers. 
Anytime Raymond would leave his room to take a shit and the like, his wife would see him, and joy would fill her heart. It would make Raymond so happy to know that he was able to make a woman happy by being himself. His degenerate disgusting self. 
Every night when Raymond would leave his "office" after an exhausting day of "work", his wife would instantly hop over to him with a cute adorable smile and say in a soft high-pitched childlike voice, "Would you like dinner? A bath? Or me?" And Raymond would respond with the same answer he used to get through high school, "All of the above!" 
As time passed and they both grew old, they would sit by the fireplace and hear, "Grandpa! Grandma! tell us the story of how you two got married!" And Raymond would respond by saying, "Well you see kiddos, it all started one day when I was walking through a hallway during my freshman year of college and your grandmother pulled me aside and took me to the school's rooftop. We were all alone, and the atmosphere was both nerve racking and exciting. She told me, "Raymond I want t-to tell you that…" She paused her speech and backed away because she was blushing so hard, But soon regained her composure, "I want to tell you that I see you everyday in class and you give off an aura of being the most sweetest, most nicest guy on the planet, as well as being very intelligent, funny, and cute. Because of this I…." She was blushing so much she couldn't stop herself from pausing again, and her face was as red as a tomato. Despite this, she managed to croak out her final few sentences, "I've been a secret admirer of yours and I've come to confess that I want to please my desires by being with you forever.

I want to cuddle you as you shield me from the intense rain.

I want to hear the striking words that come from your brain.

I want know what it's like hugging you in the winter breeze.

I want to feel my head resting on your knees.

I want to be with you all day long.

And I want to find out if my mouth can fit all nine inches of your schlong

 

do you have to turn in late work? "


"Raymond, I'll say it again. How long do you have to turn in late work?"

***

Raymond found himself having just woken up in his English 1A classroom. Apparently he had just been dozing off for the past couple of minutes, consumed by his fantasies. It was apparent to the teacher that Raymond wasn't paying attention, so she decided to ask him a basic question about the syllabus.

Raymond was nervous and quickly made up an answer, "Oh… It's uh- ten percent off your score for everyday your homework is late. So after ummmm... ten days the homework's percentage drops to zero and will not be accepted."

"No, I don't accept late work." The teacher responded.

"S-sorry I'll t-try to be more attentive from now on."

After this exchange Raymond could hear chuckles from around the room which made him feel bitter. Fortunately, there was someone for Raymond to share his moment of shame with, as shortly after Raymond was done speaking a girl came into the classroom, marking herself as "that person who came very late on the first day of class". And as if her punctuality wasn't embarrassing enough, she was playing a game on her Iphone as she entered the class, looking like a total fool. She also didn't look like the sharpest tool in the shed either, as she looked disheveled. This girl would be of no importance to Raymond if it wasn't for the fact that when she came in, she waved to Miss Interpretation and Miss Interpretation waved back. This lead Raymond to deduce that this disheveled looking girl was Miss Interpretation's friend. This deduction would make her someone Raymond would have to keep an eye on. Thanks to her new status in Raymond's mind, Raymond tried to think up a name to refer to her as. Considering the embarrassment that surrounded her, Raymond decided to name her "Miss Take". Miss Take then managed to make room for herself by pulling out a chair in the back of the class and sitting down.

After Miss Take sat down the teacher said, "Ok class, it's almost time to give your self-introduction to the person sitting in front of you."

(Self-introduction? Where did this come from?)

But then Raymond realized that giving a self-introduction meant that he was going to see Miss Interpretation's adorable face again and was going to have a chance to impress her was with how much of an amazing human being he is. This realization caused Raymond's thoughts on the class to change from:

(Thank god, they're wasting my time.)

to

(Thank god, Jesus, and the holy spirit that they're squandering what little time I have on this moss covered rock we call our planet!)

Then teacher the said, "Ok, time to give your class introduction!"

Raymond's red-haired princess turned around to face him and Raymond was eager to think up a class introduction to woo her over on the first day. As he was about to open his mouth, he looked at her pretty face, and something felt very wrong. Very very wrong. So wrong that Raymond's mouth sealed shut and anxiety encompassed him. And Raymond soon figured out why. It was because he had come to an epiphany.


The epiphany that in order to get girls to fall for him he had to actually talk to them.

18 year-old Raymond McGregory considers himself to be one of the nicest guys out there and a true dominant male. However despite his supposed accolades Raymond is single by choice…... of others, and the only relationships he’s ever had are with his left hand and his couch sleeve. One day the “tfw no gf” is felt strongly within Raymond, and he decides to hatch out a plan to get a girlfriend. But his plan falls apart when he comes to the realization that in order to get girls to fall for him he has to actually talk to them. This isn’t an easy task for Raymond as he suffers from extreme social anxiety. On top of that he’s a massive nerd, not very bright, delusional, and is honestly the kind of guy that would get fourth place in a three-man race. Later Raymond comes across a group of people on the internet known as "Incels" who seem to be in a similar  position as he is, but their views on the opposite sex and society seem very wicked. However they say they can help Raymond. Will Raymond seek help from these sinister people or will he try to keep a heart of gold?

Furthermore, can Raymond get girls to love him despite not being able to talk to them? How much control does Raymond have over his plan? And How do you  fix a moronic incel? Find out all of this and more in this dark satirical romantic comedy filled with nice guys, deep philosophical underpinnings, and strong gay undertones.

This webnovel can also be viewed on Royal Road Legends:

https://www.royalroadl.com/fiction/18749/how-to-fix-a-moronic-incel

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