Eve is a successful romance book author and forever singleton who doesn't believe that romance could exist in real life. But with her last novel flopping in the market, she felt like she put herself in a rut that she can't get herself out of. On the day that her publisher threatens to drop her as an author, she finds an ad online about a guy selling an entire romantic wedding package at half the price. The catch, buyers should be genuinely in love with each other. 
In Eve's head, it sounds like a good idea to trick the seller, a practical business journalist, into thinking that she has a boyfriend whom she loves very much. Her heart says otherwise.

"I have to get away from here!" Maya, Estella's personal maid immediately came with a big luggage carrying Estella's stuff. 

"We can use the secret escape route if you want, Your Highness." Estella nodded as she changed into a civilian outfit prepared by Maya to disguise herself.

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"Find her and bring her back alive! Let she knows who is in charge." The finality in Adrian's tone brings a darkness that he will forever regret.

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"I never seen you here before. I'm Luca." He approached Estella with a warm smile, something that she never experienced from her own husband.

"I'm Estella." She blushed and immediately looking away from him, wary that she may have reveal herself to this strange man.

"Your Ma- ah Estella, I see you have know Luca." Maya interrupted the awkward exchange between the pair. She smiles knowingly to them as she walked away unnoticed

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"Tell me Adrian. Have you ever, even once treats me like your own wife?!" The formality between the rulers of the kingdom is gone and the only thing left is a pained wife and a regretful husband.

"Forgive me."

"I would never." 

How Adrian wishes he could turn back time...

Ameera Saveri, adalah seorang mahasiswi yang memiliki pekerjaan sampingan sebagai "Pacar Sewaan" dengan tarif yang cukup tinggi. Namun dia tidak menyukai sentuhan, sehingga dia melarang kliennya menyentuh.

Lalu dia bertemu dengan seorang lelaki yang ternyata berprofesi sama seperti dia, hanya saja dia bukan manusia melainkan "Setan" yang diasingkan.

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Luv

Ameera Saveri, adalah seorang mahasiswi yang memiliki pekerjaan sampingan sebagai "Pacar Sewaan" dengan tarif yang cukup tinggi. Namun dia tidak menyukai sentuhan, sehingga dia melarang kliennya menyentuh.

Lalu dia bertemu dengan seorang lelaki yang ternyata berprofesi sama seperti dia, hanya saja dia bukan manusia melainkan "Iblis" yang sedang menjalankan hukuman di dunia manusia.

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Luv

She cares for him but hates the way she does.  He is always on her mind since that day. But in contrast, he hated her for that. She wants to make it up to him but he avoids her like dirt. Sometimes he is good, sometimes he is the worsest. She hated how unpredictable he is and how he messes with her life. But she loves him, and she doesn't want to admit it.

That was in the last year of middle school.

Ria wakes up early on her first day of school in junior year. Bringing a nightmare with her she goes to her school and found out Keith and her will be classmates. New sets of problem arises then. But is this going to be a hell of a year for Ria? Or is this going to be a chance to get close with Keith and clear some issues?

On the busy streets, neatly dressed Orcs, Gnomes, Werewolves, other creatures, and Winterfell citizens were waiting at the public Beetlemon stop for the late public Beetlemon. 
Behind the Beetlemon stop was a Magic Stone bank, NeverReturnMoney.
At the bank entrance, a fully armored Orc guard was chatting happily with a female Orc bank employee. The female Orc looked disinterested.
"….the Sludge Monster said to me, 'It's not intentional that I ate your table.' Hahaha. He ate my table. Hahaha, ha…" The Orc guard laughed, but the female Orc was emotionless. The Orc guard stopped laughing and asked, "Do you have a boyfriend?"
"Yes," the female Orc replied quickly.
"Good… wait for a moment, those three…"
The Orc guard frowned as his hand reached for the sword at his waist. The female Orc took a glance and ran off immediately.
Three Hamsters with a mix of black and white fur wore shades as their claws grasped a large black bag. They stood at the side of the public Beetlemon stop, facing the bank. Their location had the most creatures passing through.
A fat Hamster gestured to his two companions to get ready.
Behind him was a rounded Hamster who raised up his claws abruptly.
"Big Boss, can we eat after this heist?"
"Fat Otaku, you have other options besides eating. You should stand out and do something that you'll not do for an entire life."
The Big Boss Hamster turned his head and placed his claw on Fat Otaku's shoulder.
The Hamster on the right surveyed the surroundings and said, "Big Boss, there are more creatures now. Shall we…"
"Okay."
Big Boss nodded and placed the black bag on the ground. He squatted down and used his meaty paw to take out an item from the bag—a black magical loudspeaker.
The two Hamsters behind him took out a guitar and piano from the bags.
Big Boss bent down and placed a big bowl in front.
"Deng, deng, deng~deng, deng, deng~"
Fat Otaku plucked the strings of the guitar, which produced notes belonging to the musical style of Western Cowboys.
"Dong, dong, dong, dong."
Second Boss played the piano, which emitted deep moody music.
The two instruments repeated and complemented each other.
Big Boss inhaled, and his chest was puffed up. Then, he sang in a helium-voice, "Don't ask me where I came from~My homeland is…"
"Sh*t! It sounds terrible!"
"D*mn! I'm going to vomit my dinner from last night!"
"Shall I give you money not to sing? Stop singing!"
Before long, the bowl in front of Big Boss was filled with rocks, soil, and worm skins.
Fat Otaku threw his guitar to the side and started eating the edible food on the ground.
A compassionate Succubus with canvas shoes and a slanted backpack walked over and placed a Magic Stone into the bowl. 
"Though life's difficult, you have to buck up!"
The three Hamsters gathered together. They opened their eyes widely as tears welled up.
"That's the group! Catch them!"
"Don't run!"
While the three Hamsters were moved by the Succubus' gesture, a team of Winterfell Garrison Guards charged over.
"Run!"
The three Hamsters grabbed the Succubus, who gave a shrill scream. Then they fled together.
"Eh? Wait! Why am I running? I'm going to work!" the Succubus shouted in panic. She wanted to be rid of the Hamsters, but they had an unknown strength that she couldn't throw off. She was being pulled along.
The three Hamsters and the Succubus ran into a blind alley as the Winterfell Garrison Guards charged over.
…
"Wait! We're innocent! We just sang a song on the streets! Is that wrong?"
"Shut up! You're a wanted arsonist! You have another jailbreak crime!"
"Big Boss! When did you become an arsonist? And a jailbreak too?"
"I've finished playing the guitar. Can we eat?"
"Shut up! Both of you! Both of you are guilty of arson and jailbreak too!"
"Wait, I'm just a Succubus passerby. I'm not related to them. I have to work!"
"Shut up! Do you think we'll believe you without bail?"
"Board the Beetlemon! Bring them back!"
…
At the Winterfell Garrison Guard Station…
A lamp was pulled over, and the blinding magic light made Succubus Evelynn squint her eyes. 
A Gnome Garrison guard sat opposite Evelynn. He slapped down a form on the table and said, "Female Bathroom Attendant of Winterfell Special Talent Center, Door Guard of Beyond Expensive Estate Sale Department, and Merchant Alliance Office Intern. The people whom you claimed know you didn't vouch for your innocence! What do you say?" 
"I… I don't know the three Hamsters…"
Evelynn's eyes were filled with tears as she looked on with grievances.
"Evelynn! How dare you say you don't know them!" The Gnome slammed on the table and said, "You've called them three Hamsters!"
"But I was really rushing to work. I saw them busker on the streets and felt that they were cute and pitiful, so I gave them a Magic Stone to encourage them. I really didn't know they were wanted criminals."
As Evelynn was about to continue to speak, she was interrupted by another slam on the table. The Gnome shouted, "Do you think that the Winterfell Garrison Guard will believe your nonsense?" 
The Gnome continued yelling, "Is there anyone who can prove your innocence? Or bail you out? If there isn't, I'll pronounce you guilty! We've prepared the verdict."
"Wait, I haven't gone through a trial."
Evelynn was trying to defend herself when the Gnome slammed on the table and shouted, "What a joke! Contempt of the Garrison Guard, you'll get a heavier sentence!" 
"Wait, wait a moment! Let me think!" Evelynn was about to cry as she pondered. Then she quickly said, "Lord Sherlock! Yes, Lord Sherlock still owes me five Magic Stones. He can prove my innocence. No, he can bail me out!"
…
Sherlock sat in front of the computer as he controlled the Undead on the screen to execute an ultimate roll to evade the fatal blow of a Devil BOSS.
Because he was focusing on the computer, he didn't notice a letter on the table.
Until he made a wrong maneuver and was crushed to death by the BOSS. 
"Shucks—"
Sherlock lifted his head, closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and inhaled through the openings between his teeth.
"Lord Sherlock, take a rest before continuing your research. You have a letter that just arrived," Bru said.
Sherlock pushed the computer aside and looked at the letter that contained the words "Mr. Sherlock—Winterfell Garrison Guards".
"Since when did I have dealings with the Winterfell Garrison Guards?" Sherlock frowned. He was sure he didn't know them.
"I don't know. Did you empty the Ancient Ruins? I mean, were the gamers discovered when they emptied the Ancient Ruins?" Bru asked speculatively.
Sherlock shook his head and remained silent. He picked up the letter and started reading.
"Mr. Sherlock, Miss Evelynn indicated you as her bail guarantor. After receiving this letter, please proceed to the Winterfell Garrison Guard Station to apply for her bail. Remember to bring enough money for the bail—Winterfell Garrison Guard Station."


Sherlock is a new generation Dungeon Lord whose ambition is to become the greatest Devil King and building up the greatest Dungeon in the Underworld.
He summons a group of other-worldly goblins who give themselves strange names, form cliques, engage in commerce, and even fight among themselves.
They call themselves—Gamers!

The Tarasha Mountains were the tallest and longest mountain ranges on the continent, stretching thousands of miles from east to west. The mountain on the other side of the Emerald River was the extension of the Tarasha Mountains, thus its hills were not as high, and the woods in it were not as dense. Only low grade holy animals could be occasionally found wandering there, but over the mountain, higher grade holy animals could been seen here and there. Hearing this, Han Jin was in high spirits as if he was going to go hunt the holy animals right then and there. Steelberg immediately regretted his introduction and begged Han Jin piteously to not take the risks. He warned Han Jin repeatedly that only experienced mercenaries and powerful professionals could walk out of there alive.
Han Jin was curious about where his servant had gotten this information, but that had proved to be a foolish move. It turned out that he had gotten all his information from a young barde, and Raphael had also been present at that time. Thus, Han Jin was forced to make up a vague answer for Steelberg's questions, while mentally reminding himself to be more careful. Fortunately, Steelberg had always obeyed the principles between master and servant and did not press the issue.
In fact, if Steelberg were experienced enough, he should have been suspicious of Han Jin for a long time by now. Who could change so much in merely one night? For example, Young Master Raphael had started to care about Steelberg's diet and sleep, and had even covered him in some loose hays, or even his own cloth, as a make-shift blanket. Since Steelberg was in charge of his master's safety, he would wake up immediately at the slightest commotion. Feeling the care from his young master, Steelberg secretly shed tears. He didn't suspect his young master at all, and on the contrary, he was extremely moved and thought all that he had done for his master had been worthwhile.
Also, in Steelberg's mind, his young master was a dainty youth who would never eat anything that looked dirty even if he was starving to death. But now, even the ugly and disgusting hamsters and red snakes could not escape his mouth. On top of that, the young master appeared very elegant while eating. He would always eat in a slow and tentative manner, and his deep and bright eyes were always focused on the food, as if he were eating the most luxurious delicacy in the world. As Steelberg recalled, even when the Old Master had been alive, his manners had not been as elegant as the Young Master right now.
Of course, Han Jin knew nothing about Steelberg's thoughts; Steelberg wasn't even near him, as he had just sent his servant to the town to find more firewood. Though he could endure the taste of different kinds of food, he could not endure the bloody smell of animals. Moreover, his teacher had told him that although raw blood and flesh could also provide energy, it was a different energy from the energy provided by cooked food, as it was hard to be transformed into vital energy. Finally, such a method was too close to the demonic ways of cultivating, and one would eventually move on to consuming human flesh and mind.
Han Jin scattered the burning twigs randomly, and tore a rear leg from a roasted hamster, stuffing it into his mouth and chewing with all his attention. He ate his food thoroughly, and by the word "thoroughly," he meant that because everything contained energy, even the bones, they would be chewed and swallowed. With the food going into his stomach, traces of energy converged in his diaphragm. After several days of living in these woods, Han Jin had finally accumulated over a hundred yuan energy, which had restored his confidence a little.
Aside from improving this body, Han Jin did not dare waste any more of his energy. For example, though surrounding himself with some energy could prevent mosquito's bites, he would never do that. At this primitive stage of energy accumulation, he had no other choice but to be harsh, or even cruel, to himself.
Still, there were two problems that bothered him. One was about magic crystals. He had planned on hunting holy animals after regaining some of his energy and strengthen himself by swallowing magic crystals, but now, he realized that doing so was not very cost effective. For example, a magic crystal from a long-ear rabbit contains a dozen yuan of energy, but it could be sold for more than hundreds of bread loaves, which would definitely contain more than ten units of energy each.
The other problem was that, after several days of modification, his digestion and absorption capacity had reached seventy percent, and if he continued improving his body, the energy needed would be much more than before. But if he stopped there, the absorption capacity of seventy percent would cause unnecessary waste. Moreover, the rehabilitating work would also be troublesome; after all, he was eating all day long. Such a dilemma could only be resolved by increasing the absorption capacity to over ninety five percent.
Han Jin also had a vague feeling that he was missing something - something very important. However, he simply could not figure out what it was for the life of him.
While Han Jin was still thinking, he heard the sound of shuffling footsteps; Steelberg had came back with a bag.
"Back already?" Han Jin raised his head and asked, "You got the firewood?"
"Got it," Steelberg answered as he put the bag on the ground.
"Didn't the old fart say anything?" Han Jin snorted. The old fart he referred to was Barbato, his family's former butler, who had broken off ties with Raphael after Raphael had sold all of his family lands and the manor. This old bastard had purchased a house for himself, and married a widowed 25 year old while he, himself, was already sixty years old. His enjoyed a cozy life at the moment, but no one knew where he had gotten his money from.
Though he had broken off ties with Rapheal, Barato couldn't change his past, nor did he want people to talk behind his back, so he would occasionally give Raphael and Steelberg some old cloth and coins as financial help. Of course, this was just occasionally. However, that was the extent of his generosity, as he would have no qualms kicking the both of them out of his house if they wanted a place to live.
"No he didn't; it seemed as though the old thing was in a hurry." Steelberg glanced at Han Jin with hesitation in his eyes, then murmured, "Young master, there is one thing I must tell you, but promise me you'll keep calm after hearing what I say."
"Huh? What's that?"
"It is Miss Keeley; seems that she is in big trouble."
Han Jin was just about to ask who Miss Keeley was when he suddenly remembered his lessons from the past few days. He quickly changed his words and said, "What trouble?"
"Young Master, do you remember the dwarf forging master Miss Keeley had hired?" Steelberg said angrily, "That bastard had the guts to propose to Miss Keeley. Who the fuck does he think he is?!"
Han Jin searched through his memories, which were confusing and incomplete, but Miss Keeley was definitely not among them. But since Steelberg was so enraged, she must have been close to Raphael, so he tentatively asked, "And then?"
"How could Miss Keeley accept? Then that dwarf opened a forge by himself on the opposite side of Miss Keeley's. He's clearly trying to make her life harder!"
Han Jin went through his memories again, but still couldn't remember who Miss Keeley was. He said with a wry smile, "Steelberg, tell me more... about Miss Keeley."
"Young Master, you even forgot about Miss Keeley?" Steelberg asked in a surprised voice.
"Not quite, I remember something about her. It's just too vague." Han Jin sounded very conflicted.
"Young Master, you used to tell me that you would give up thirty years of your life if you could marry Miss Keeley. Don't you remember? How could you forget her??" Steelberg shook his head. "Miss Keeley... I heard she was also famous even in Holy Crown City."
" Holy Crown City?"
"That is the territory of Lord Dismark, and it is the city we serve."
"Oh, I just remembered." Han Jin pretended he had remembered everything, and then asked, "Then why did Miss Keeley came to Radon Town if she's famous in Holy Crown City?"
"Eh... I don't know that either." This said, Steelberg scratched his head.
"What does Miss Keeley do?"
"She runs some businesses."
"Then she must be very rich." Han Jin thought for a moment. "Why doesn't she hire another forging master? As rich as she is, why would she be afraid of a dwarf? Besides, how much could she earn in Randon Town anyway? Why does she even care in the first place?"
"Eh… Young master, you got me again. I don't know," Steelberg said with a wry smile on his face as he scratched his head.
"Never mind." Realized that Miss Keeley was only someone that Raphael used to moon over, Han Jin changed the topic, and instead looked at the bag Steelberg had brought back. "What is it?"
"Cassavas, Young Master. I dug them on the way." Seeing Han Jin's reaction, Steelberg was dumbfounded again, as he had thought his young master would jump to his feet and immediately go confront the dwarf.
"Good. It's about time we had something other than hamsters." A joyful look appeared on Han Jin's face. At this moment, he would rather choose a piece of cassava over ten beautiful Miss Keeleys.
Han Jin turned the bag upside down, and dozens of cassavas rolled onto the ground. A familiar scene came to his mind all of a sudden. The cassavas rolling on the ground somehow reminded him of the bead he had found when he had first opened his eyes in this world. As if he had realized something, Han Jin suddenly jumped up and shouted, "You're such a fool!"
Steelberg was so frightened by the shout that he did not dare say a single word, and simply stared Han Jin with a dumbfounded expression.
"Not talking about you; I'm the one that's a fool!" Han Jin sighed. He had just realized how childish his original idea had been. How many magic crystals could he even get by personally hunting holy animals? Since everything in this world could be bought for a price, why couldn't he just focus his efforts on making more money and buying the magic crystals instead? If he did that, the problems that had been troubling him would also be resolved. Energy? As long as he had money, it was a trivial matter for him to obtain more energy. And at that point, he wouldn't have to worry about cost efficiency at all!


One of the few self-cultivator who exist in this modern world; due to an unfortunate event, completely destroyed his body in an explosion. Using all his effort to save his primordial spirit, he ended up in an strange magical world and had to start all over again. From a fallen aristocrat to the Warlord of Chaos, this can no longer be summarise as legendary; this is the life of the God of War.

"These vegetables aren't the best," murmured the woman at the produce shelf.  She sighed and picked up several anyway.
"I'm sorry about their condition," Robert said, knowing that they were throw-aways from his dad's other shops.
"No, child, it's all right.  If I could afford the better things, I'd probably be grabbing something other than some carrots and potatoes." She smiled at him, as if making a joke, then gently laid the bruised items on his new counter.
Robert counted them carefully, feeling awful at the condition of some of them, "That will be four copper, please."
She turned her worn leather pouch over and four battered copper pieces fell out.  "I should be able to make a good soup out of these.  Maybe my husband will be able to bring home a piece of meat tonight."
"How are your children doing?" he asked as she placed them into her bag.
She gave him a soft smile and said, "They are getting better.  Little Jared was able to get up out of bed for a short while. Anna was still too weak, but I think they should all recover quicker now that there's food available again.  Boiled leather tastes awful."
"I know that sickness was really hard on everyone," Robert said, thinking about his mom.
"I'm just grateful that I didn't lose any of them.  In fact, I should probably hurry home and check up on them.  Have a good day, young man!"
He watched her leave, and turned to get the broom.  It had rained overnight, and everyone was tracking in mud and dirt when they came in.  He heard that it was supposed to rain again tonight.
The door opened and a short stocky man, with a thick beard entered and looked around.  Robert blinked and realized it wasn't a man, but a dwarf!
"Welcome to my shop.  How may I help you?" he asked.
"I heard ye had some basic things for sale, ah! Here they are!" he rumbled, turning to the shelf that held the adventuring gear Robert's father supplied him with.
"Hmm, do ye have any tools?  Maybe some shovels, or axes?  They don't have to be very sturdy, just basic ones that if I leave behind, I won't miss."
"No, I'm sorry but I don't.  All of my supplies that you see there, are sent by my father.  Would you like for me to request some of those?"
Robert watched the dwarf scratch his head as he looked through the things on the shelf, then turned to him.
"Ye might want to consider that.  Ye look young to be runnin' a shop.  Are ye considered a man yet?"
"I am old enough to marry, if I wanted to," said Robert, feeling uncomfortable under the dwarf's hard gaze.  He fought to keep from squirming like a little boy.
The dwarf chuckled and shook his head.  "Ye humans marry as babes.  That doesn't mean much.  If ye are old enough to be called a grown man, why do ye let your father pick your goods?  Do you get any say in the matter?  If someone were to come to you with goods for sale, would you have the coin to buy them, assuming you wanted to?"
Robert cocked his head to the side, suddenly realizing what the dwarf was doing, and started laughing.  "Do you have something to sell to me, good dwarf?"
The dwarf gave out a loud guffaw and pointed at him.  "That's what I'm talking about!  I guess I can deal with ye as dwarf to man if ye can see through me talk that easy."
"Let's see what you have available, and how much you're looking to get for it," said Robert, excited about his first possible trade.  He had watched his father deal with people over and over, imagining himself in his place, and now he was getting that chance with a dwarf!
"Well, based on the stuff you have for sale, I'll skip to my cheapest items," said the dwarf, taking off his bag with a thud.  Pulling the straps open, he shoved his hand into it and dug around for a moment.  Pulling out several whetstones.
"I already have some whetstones," said Robert, looking over at the shelf that they were on.  He had two left.
"I've got too many, and these are dwarven whetstones.  See?  I've carved a dwarven mark on the end here.  If ye buy them all, I'll part with them for 2 copper each."
Robert shook his head.  "Even if they are dwarven, they're still only whetstones.  Besides, I sell mine for 2 copper.  I would be losing money with that trade."
The dwarf pondered that for a minute, then nodded.  "All right, ye strike a hard bargain.  I'm fixing to head home, and really don't want to haul these extra weights with me.  I'll sell them to ye for a copper a piece if ye'll buy em."
Robert thought about that.  He would make the money back, when he sold them, and it would keep him from having to get some more from his dad.  With a sigh he nodded.
"Alright, I'll buy them.  Do you have anything else?" he asked pulling out the two copper.
The dwarf set the two stones on the counter and reached into his bag again.  Robert ended up buying a map case, a crowbar, a couple of torches and a couple of daggers by the end.  Never paying more than half of what he charged for his own, the dwarf quickly learned what his top price was and they were both happy with the final results.  Paying him, Robert watched him leave before placing the items on the shelves for sale.
No sooner had he reached for the broom again, than the door opened again.
"Good afternoon, sir," said the adventurer who entered.  It was the same man who had promised to find out about the other two adventurers who were arrested.
"Good afternoon," responded Robert, setting the broom back in its corner and turning to give the man his whole attention.  "Did you find anything out?"
"I was going to come right back, but then I discovered something worth far more than just 2 silver," said the adventurer with a smile.
Robert narrowed his eyes.  He had assumed, when the guy didn't come back the very next day, that there wasn't much to find out, but now he was thinking the guy was just wanting to milk him of money.
"Look, whatever you discovered, I agreed to pay you only 2 silver.  If you think," Robert started to say, but the guy held up his hand, cutting him off.
"I know what we agreed, and for 2 silver, I'll tell you what you want to know.  The person behind those two is Lord Richmond.  But if you are wanting more information, then I want a full gold instead."
Robert shook his head.  If this was involving Lord Clark Richmond, he needed to inform his dad and not have this adventurer poking his nose around.  If it got back to the powers that be, that he was sending people around investigating such prominent people, he would be in serious trouble.
Handing him the 2 silver, Robert said, "Thank you for letting me know.  Here's your 2 silver.  While I would be very interested in the rest of your information, I'm afraid I don't have the gold to spare."
The guy took the 2 silver, then stood there, looking down at it.  He hefted it in his hand, and Robert wondered what was wrong.
"Kid, you've been honest and fair with me, which I'll say is nice after some of the other crooks in this city.  I'll tell you the other for free.  Word is that the king will be coming soon, and there's going to be a lot of people coming to the city.  Especially adventurers looking for some coin.  Since you are the only store near this gate, you're about to get a lot of business.  The Lord Richmond is wanting your land to build an inn and develop the area.  What I heard, is that he's planning to get rid of the poor people in this area, and then drive you out."
Robert shook his head.  If that was what Clark wanted to do, he was going about it all wrong.  Hector, Robert's father, would fight with tooth and nail to keep this store open, because of the reason's this man had just stated.  Plus, the poor people would never go away.  Even if the lord found some way to make these poor people poof into the air, others would quickly follow.  Robert had seen enough to know that where you have one person with money, you would always have another without.
"Thank you for the information," said Robert as the adventurer left.
Picking up his broom, he finally managed to sweep the floor clean.  Putting it up, he heard the door open and turned to see a group of kids peeking into the store.
"Welcome, how can I help you?" he said with a forced smile.
These were poor kids, and he had heard plenty of stories about how they were thieves and up to no good, but they were also customers that might have coin to buy something.
"Sir, we don't have much money, but we were wondering if you had any three-day old bread?" asked the oldest boy.
"Sorry," said Robert, shaking his head.  "I sold out of bread at lunch time.  I should have some more tomorrow, after my morning delivery."
They looked at each other, several clutching the rags they wore, over their stomachs, all of them wearing panicked and sad faces.
"Wish there was a soup kitchen still," whispered one, and the others nodded.
"Alright, we'll be here in the morning," said the older boy, putting the coins back into his pocket.  They left looking rather dejected.
"Wait, what do you mean there's no soup kitchen anymore?" asked Robert, before the door could close.
"One of the lords ordered for it to be taken down.  Said it was a disgrace.  Us orphans have nowhere to go now," explain the eldest boy.
"Though, there's talk of an orphan's house, where we might be able to go," said one of the younger kids.
"Don't be a fool, Timmy, those places are horrible."
"How would you know?"
"My mom told me they was!"
Robert watched all of the fight go out of them at the mention of the mother, and they all just turned and walked away.  If he thought they were acting, maybe it would have made his heart break a little less, but the gaunt faces, and skeletal hands that stuck out of their ragged clothes, only confirmed his suspicions.  The lord behind this had to be Lord Clark Richmond, and Robert was starting to hate the guy.

Bob wasn't always Bob.  And he definitely wasn't all knowing, as he is now.  This is his story, about how he came to be the God of Shared Knowledge, and an innkeeper/barkeeper.

"I think it's over now right?" Chad asked Lance.

"Indeed, it is over now. Let's see what she is like now." Lance said as he opened the door that Maria wanted to open to save her dear life.

"Ababababababa,"

"What's that sound?" Benji asked the group.

"Probably Maria, I wonder where she is." Lance said as he looked around.

"Oh, there she is." Lance said as she found her floating in a big puddle of water.

"Sigh, she should've atleast controlled her power. That's something she needs to work on. What if she overheals someone and makes them get the the opposite effect?" Elise said as she looked at the Maria who was unconscious.

"It's alright, just get her out. Let her dry for a while, and try to get the water out of her body." The dwarf said as he started going up back to his blacksmith.

"Alright," The group said as they carried the unconscious Maria upstairs. They then laid her on the ground before they made her cough out the water that she had drunk..

"COUGH COUGH ACK!!!" Maria coughed as she vomited out the water.

"She just needs some rest now." The dwarf said as he saw Maria's complexion start to get rosy again.

"Alright, since you kids have the equipments now. Pay up," The dwarf said as he stretched his hands out. Obviously demanding money from the group.

"How much is it?" Sam asked him.

"Your life," The dwarf said.

"What!" Sam cried out.

"No jokes," Lance said as he punched the dwarf in the head.

"Ouch, fine. What about the other little girl? She isn't here with you," The dwarf asked the group.

"Just keep that in the front or something. Just make sure its not for sale. She probably has her own weapon, but probably just wanted you to make that katana as a memory for when we grow up." Elise said, as she could understand half of Sylvie's actions after watching her.

"Alright then, I'll place it right here. In clear view for anyone who enters this blacksmith. Just so they can admire it the moment they walk in. After all, the weapon she made me create is the strongest weapon I have ever seen and created that is not at the god tier." The dwarf said.

"It may also be a good thing for her not to use this, otherwise, she might get carried away and forget about her actual strength and only rely on her weapon." The dwarf said.

"Alright," Elise said as she nodded with his decision.

"Alright, it looks pretty dark now. We're going to go now, bye old man!" The group said in unison.

"Alright bye," he said as he watched them leave.

"WAIT! PAY FOR THE EQUIPMENT!" The dwarf shouted the moment he realized that they had left without paying him.

"RUN RUN RUN!!!" Sam said as he did not want to pay with his life.

"Hahaha! See you all tomorrow!" Benji said as he was having fun.

"Alright, see you tomorrow. Let's go Maal," Elise said as she carried Maria.

"Okay nya," Maal said.

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Author : Sorry for late chapter,  I blame friends I havent played with in so long for calling at 9:30 PM

Maria : Blarghh, I think I might develop PTSD against water.

Lance : I think you might develop PTSD against magic instead.

Sylvie : I actually wanted to use that weapon the dwarf made, I didn't know my mother had a weapon prepared for me.

Elise : I thought I got to know you better after almost a year… Guess I didn't.

*poof*

Vol 2 is where stuff will get serious.

Vol 2 = 2020

Vol 1 is just a bit of pre-writing for fun due to being in school. Recommended you skip Vol 1 when Vol 2 comes out if you don't want to injure your eyesight and brain.
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This is a light-hearted comedy novel about a NEET shut-in girl from the modern world who dies and reincarnates into a fantasy world.

There she will be able to accomplish her dreams like building the floof floof kingdom and finding a nice husband.

There is also a goddess who attempts to help her by going to the human world in another body.

To her demise, she forgets to give herself good stats and now has to live with others until she can find the protagonist to gain her abilities back.

Join her on her way to her dream of becoming the best magician in the world as she makes connections with others, as well as the goddess who struggles to find the protagonist.

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--- Tournament Area ---

Jay was currently walking around since the arena where most of the events are held was still being fixed. Of course, most of the people already knew him as the 'Balls Crusher' so they avoided Jay whenever they passed by him.

"Jay, you joined the sword fight event right? But I remember that you don't have a sword with you. So, what are you going to do about that?" The Chicken Lord asked while Jay walked around.

"I was hoping to borrow a random person's sword during the event. But it seems like it's not possible now since almost everyone avoid me..." Jay was also thinking deep about this matter.

"Should I buy a sword or not? Well, screw it! I'm rich anyways." After thinking of this, Jay immediately went and hurried over to the nearest blacksmith shop.

...

"Swords made out of fine steel for sale! Longswords, shortswords, rapiers, and many more!"
A young girl with black, braided hair shouted out trying to attract customers to the blacksmithing shop she was working for.

A group of men wearing a mix of leather and steel armor suddenly came over. One of these men grabbed the young girl by the shoulder and asked, "Little girl, you look like you need some rest. Want to come with us and have fun?"

The young girl was not stupid and knew what these guys wanted from her. Just as she was about to take action and take out a small knife from her pocket...

"Hey, move it!"

Jay suddenly pushed his way through the men blocking the shop and entered. And while the men where distracted by getting pushed by Jay, the young girl pushed the one holding her and she ran inside the shop.

"Damn b**ch. Screw it. Come on guys, let us look for other girls we can have fun with."

...

--- Grayrock's Blacksmith Shop ---

The shop was a bit small since it was just a temporary establishment. The only thing that can be seen inside the shop was the stone walls that covered it from the inside, a smithy, and a dwarf who was currently hammering a sword.

The moment Jay entered the shop, the dwarf stopped whatever he was doing and greeted Jay.

"Oh, welcome good sir. Let me just finish this up if you need any repairs or anything forged. If you are here to buy finished products, go ahead and buy it from my assistant." After saying this, the dwarf went back to hammering the sword he was forging.

Jay was a bit surprised to see a dwarf here. The dwarf had black, long hair and a messy long beard. Just as Jay was going to ask where the dwarf's assistant is, he heard the door of the shop getting slammed and he got pushed by somebody.

"Hey, watch it!" Jay said as he looked at the person who pushed him. He then saw the young girl from earlier.

"Sorry mister."

Just as Jay was going to ask the dwarf again where his assistant was...

"Molly! What in blazes are you doing now? I told you not to slam the door!" The dwarf shouted as he kept hammering.

"I'm really sorry grandfather. Something really scary happened to me outside." The young girl bowed her head and looked like she was about to cry.

"Tssk. Those perverts again. Don't worry, after I am done with this, I will ask someone from our family to take care of those a**holes. And return to your work! There is a customer in front of you!" After the dwarf shouted, Molly, the little girl, realized that Jay was standing there silently as he watched her getting scolded by her grandfather.

"Umm... Welcome to Grayrock's blacksmithing shop mister. May I ask what services you need from us?" Molly asked Jay while she regained her composure and stood up straight.

"(She is the assistant the dwarf was talking about?) I want the best sword you have for sale. It does not matter what type of sword it is, I just want the best there is." Jay said while having a smug look on his face.

The moment the dwarf heard this, he stopped his hammering and looked at Jay seriously and said, "The best sword? Are you sure you can afford it?"

Knowing that dwarfs are a bit materialistic when it comes down to things like this, Jay immediately took out a gold crystal from the silver storage ring and showed it to the dwarf.

"Molly, go ahead and show him 'that'. It depends on 'that' thing if he can control its power or not."
After the dwarf said this, he went back to his work.

As for Molly, she took out a longsword. The longsword she took out was really strange. It's blade was jet black in color and glowed with a golden light. It's hilt was made out of wood, had a silver color to it, some intricate patterns and designs, and an orange gemstone attached to the center. As for the pommel, it also had the same type of gemstone on it.

"May I ask what the name of this sword is?" Jay asked while he inspected the longsword Molly was holding.

"The name my grandpa gave it is 'Night Sky.' The reason why is because of it's dark color and golden glow. And as you can see, this longsword has two gemstones attached to it. The gemstones are actually an alchemy product. A Light elemental Magicka crystal was fused with a fire elemental magicka crystal to create these two gemstones."

Jay was impressed with the longsword and knew he hit the jackpot this time around. Then a random thought appeared in his mind. "Since I am just going to use this sword for the Sword Fight tournament, I should give this to Abyssal Angel or Roselia later on since they are the ones who are more interested in using swords."

He then said to Molly, "I'll buy it. Name your price."

Sadly though, when Jay thought he will just end up using a single gold crystal...

"The price for Night Sky is a bit high. We will only sell it to you if you give an item of equal value. Any form of currency is not included." The dwarf said as he stood up and finished working on the sword he was forging.

"*sigh. It looks like I have to buy something else then." Just as Jay was planning to do so, the Chicken Lord spoke up.

"Jay, go ahead and trade that Elven dagger of yours. Trust me on this one."

Jay was not sure what the Chicken Lord was planning this time, but he knew it was for a good cause because during the 3 days training he had, he already improved by a lot thanked to the Chicken Lord. So not hesitating any further, he took out Leah's dagger and presented it to the dwarf.

"Is this good enough?"

Jay said as he handed over the dagger.

"An ancient Elven dagger?! Kid, where did you get this from? No, I am afraid this is just too much. Night Sky is not even on par with it." The dwarf said in shock and trembled as he held the dagger, carefully scrutinizing it.

"Then, why not thrown in a few other weapons with good quality? (It really hurts parting with the dagger I spent most of my time with... Screw it! I hope the Chicken Lord knows what he is doing.)"

When the dwarf heard Jay's suggestion, he did not hesitate any further and took out 9 other weapons from his storage ring. 5 of them were swords, 2 were spears, 2 bows, and a crossbow.

These weapons were of really good quality and probably somewhere between (Gold/Common) and (Gold/Rare) rating. But the one that caught Jay's attention was the crossbow.

It was larger than the average crossbow. It was made out of Azure Light Diamonds, the same material Graycastle was made out of.

"Oh, interested in the crossbow kid? That right there is a masterpiece forged by one of my grandchildren, Elton. I am not really sure of what he was thinking when he used a very expensive type of material just to forge it. But that crossbow right there is the end product of his hard work. I believe he called it 'Azure Storm.' As for the bolts it fires, it is enchanted with a Tier 3 spell which causes it to return back to your quiver after it hits a target." 

After the dwarf said all that, he completed the trade and kept the dagger. As for Jay, he stored all of the weapons, together with Night Sky, in the silver storage ring.

"Thank you for your time. I will take my leave now." Jay said as he left the shop.

...

After Jay left the shop, he checked the arena if it was already fixed. The moment he arrived, he saw a really large and grand arena in front of him. The arena had a ring shape on the outer area which is probably where the thousands of spectators will watch, and on the central area where the events will take place, it had a rectangular shape. 

Just as Jay was looking around, one of his tournament tokens glowed. It was the token for the Sword Fight event.

"Nice! I was just planning to try out the longsword I bought. Night Sky was it?" Jay thought to himself as he and almost all of the people around him went towards the arena.

The virtual massively multiplayer online role- playing game (vrmmorpg) "Dungeons and Towers of Fate" was released on the year 2064 and more than 64% of the people in the world bought and played the game. Jay Castle, a 28 year old shut-in, who reached an incredible feat in the game had a strange dream one day. The next day he gets reincarnated into the game.
 "Goddamn, not this s*** again." - Jay Castle

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