Life give many opportunity to everyone but those who take that opportunity can do anything . A child who want to surpass others want to go across the universe want to spread his name all over universe

Meet Dylan, Brian and Thomas. They've formed a death metal band called "Dark Hearts." They think their music is harmony to their ears while others thinks it's just piercing screaming.

Read to find out the journey of these three teenager boys.

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"How many times have I told you stop friggin botching stuff up for us Dylan!" Brian screamed running off the stage.

Dylan, Albert and the staff were summoned by the hospital director. None of them spoke a word while the owner was sitting down on the chair, looking at the documents.


Director Thomas was a 50 year old man. His face showed the signs of pigmentation on his brown colored skin with white hair. Other than that, he was a heavily built with bold voice and piercing look. He had the elegance of a leader and dominant aura. 


"Hm! So you guys have failed a cesarean case. The hospital bill is paid and the parents did not make a scene. So I guess we can let it slip."


"However! Two months of your pay will be deducted for this mistake." He concluded as he tapped end of the paper bundle on the desk to arrange the papers in order.


No one dared to say anything. Everyone remained calm while Dylan just lowered his head like a culprit.. "B-But sir, it was a small mistake from our side and two months pay is a little too much for us, please reconsider it." A voice was heard from beside Dylan.


It was Albert, he got pretty restless while gripping the pen in his hands squeezing it. He didn't want to be blamed for something that was done by his co-worker.


"Hmmm small mistake, eh?" Thomas got out of his chair to grab his suit from the hanger beside his desk. "Do you have kids, Doctor Albert?" He asked as he bent down to his desk to gather his stuff from the drawer busily.


Albert was puzzled by his question? And many thoughts passed in his head. Why did having kids matter if I want my monthly pay? Did he give pay to people who have kids? What kind of ridiculousness was this?


And with this mess inside his head, he momentarily answered "No sir" while his face is pale.


"Well, you would understand how small it is, when you have kids, Doctor Albert. So, I'll be deducting three months of your pay to make sure you won't ask me such stupid questions next time. You are all done for the day. I have a family waiting for me at home so I will head off. You guys are free to do what you want." Thomas walked out hurriedly after saying what he wanted to.


Albert, on the other hand, was agitated with number of expressions being displayed on his face at the same time. 


Dylan, too, walked out of the room following Thomas. He quickly caught up with Thomas who was in a hurry and walked alongside with him.


"I did not expect this from you, Dylan, you never failed a case before in your entire career working in our hospital. I had high expectations on you." Thomas started.


"I'm sorry sir, I thought the baby is alive, but due to my mistake alone…" he paused before continuing, "I just wanted to apologise to you." Dylan agonized.


"It's okay, I'm not going to comment on it. But stop taking that freaking phone inside an operation theatre. What urgency did you have to take your phone inside that day anyway?" He asked while being loud but considering.


There was a brief silence for a moment, Dylan did not reply back anything. After watching his pitiful face Thomas couldn't help but get annoyed. "Ah ah it's ok, go home and take the day off for today." He said while his teeth were grinding against each other in anger and he went on his way.


Dylan left after a while, but the feelings of guilt crushed his heart, he could not think about anything but the mother and her child.


He kept seeing images of the baby without being able to erase them off his head.


His house was at a fancy skyscraper of 40 floors with the whole 37th floor being one house which belonged to Dylan.


He parked his car in the basement and jumped into the elevator to go to his flat, he leaned forward with his hands on the resting bar inside and enjoyed the view of the city while the elevator was going up

The elevator was glass on its three sides. The  light orange colored sky with tall buildings illuminated with lights, he watched the entire scenery before him. But his head was tilted upwards as if he was searching for someone.


The restlessness was clearly shown on his face. It had barely been a minute, but for him it felt like an hour. 'how much more longer' he thought to himself.


Finally, he walked out as soon as his floor is reached. He took off his black blazer revealing a well fit white shirt that flaunted his cuts and muscles with slim waist.


His eyes searched inside the house; setting his eyes on a door. He reached the double door 8 feet refrigerator, pulling out a bottle of vodka hurriedly. The silence in the hall wondered what he was so urged for.


He unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt, shoved the door of the refrigerator closed. He walked towards the door that his sights were set on. The neon lights on the ceiling automatically lit up with his presence following him wherever he went. 


He wrapped his lips around the bottle nib; taking two gulps. He liked how his throat burned as the raw vodka warmed his heart.


He opened the door and found women's garments lying on the ground beside his bed. He shoved the full height glass door to a side.


In front of him was the sight of a setting sun which, half of it is sunk in the clouds in between two perfectly placed skyscrapers. He watched the sight that he wanted to since he was in the elevator. He started drinking as tears roll of his eyes.


'I have committed an unforgivable sin' is the thought running in his head as he chunked the vodka even though it hurts. Pain could only be soothed with pain.

The world isn't a simple bubble to survive in with turmoils like lying, killing, hitting, fighting, fighting and fighting endlessly . What you see is nothing but an illusion. A rockstar singing at a concert is a werewolf hypnotiser,  planning to catch girls and sell them. A writer of a good crime novel, is actually an elf murderer himself, writing to ease off his guilt. A rich female charity donater, is actually a fraud vampire, giving money in the name of charity for publicity, while getting fresh young children transported to her mansion as blood banks.

Nothing you see meets the eye in true sense.

In such a selfish world, a woman with hair coloured gold and pure heart, does her best to survive, against the abuse of her so-called  husband.

Forced to marry, she held back her tears. 
Raped on her wedding night, she bore the pain. 
But losing her child? She would never forgive the doctor who caused her misfortune. 

"Dr. Dylan, hear me out clearly. I won't rest until I get justice. Your carelessness is what took away my sweet poor baby. Unless you apologise publicly, or give me a proper explanation, I refuse to stop my accusations." Her kaleidoscopic eyes gleamed with unshed tears, as they glared at the handsome man before her, who sighed helplessly.




๛ Co-author - Yui.

"Good news Mr. and Mrs. Phelts, we have good news! Your son has 2 quirks, his first quirk is strong, its called Haki. He can reinforce his body to increase his attack and defense, view a surrounding area withing 5 feet but can be increased to incredible ranges, his last one pressures people weaker than him into being unable to move or knocking them unconcious. His second quirk has even more variety, he can create fruits that grant him powers, only 2 every two years though." I felt my dads hand on my back, "Hey bud, you wanna try to use your power and make a fruit, see what you get." I nodded and focused, I wanted to be strong, and, even as a 4 year old, I knew that DIAMOND IS UBREAKABLE! A fruit with jagged edges came out. It was a clear-blue color, I also wanted to have a great offense and a fast attack. A blue fruit (Looks like the Yami Yami but blue.) I bit into both and yucky!

It tasted horrible, I tried to rub the flavour out of my mouth but a smooth hard material rubbed over my tounge, I looked at my hand and it was diamond encrusted, with lightning arching out of my hand, "Woah..." It was reflecting light of my diamond encrusted body. It slowly died down, "Goro-Goro no Mi, Kira-Kira no Mi. Lightning and Diamonds." My parents looked proud and the doctor looked on in shock, he thought the fruit would provide small powers, not stuff like this! I felt my hand numbing and my power deactivated. 


I was enveloped by my parents embrace. I hugged them back and we left the hospital, "Hey bud, in celebration of your quirk, lets get whatever you want to eat." I thought about it for a second and said, "Can we eat at Beris' diner?" My parents nodded. We got discounts there because my dads brother owns it, even so we rarely went there. We drove to the diner and walked inside, 

"Whats up Ben, Caroline?" That was Thomas, the cook that made the best hamburgers. "We're celebrating Dariens' quirk reveal." Thomas looked at me, "Oh? And whats your quirk lil man?" I quickly start talking, "I can make 2 power giving fruits every 2 years, and I have another quirk, I don't know how to explain it though..." My dad spoke for me, "Damiens other quirk is called Haki, he can make armor that manifests as a black coating on his skin, he can see the surrounding area within 5 meters, and stun or render people weaker than him unconcious." Thomas gained a proud look, "Well look at that, what do you wanna be in the future Damien?" I reply quickly, "A hero! So I can help people!" Thomas patted my head, "Well with a quirk like yours I don't doubt your dream will come true." He got us seated at a table near the kitchen, "The usual right?" Thomas said, "Yes, thank you Tom." Thomas nodded and walked to the kitchen.


I played chess with my dad, I was way better than I was before for some reason. My brain was processing the game much faster now, I have no idea how. I was good at chess for some reason, it was natural to me. I got a close match but after a while, "Checkmate. Oh, our foods here." We moved the board and put the pieces away. I dug into my burger and finished in 10 minutes. I ate a lot quicker than usual for some reason too. We finished our food and paid, "Bye Thomas! Have a good night!" I said as we left, Thomas spoke back, "Night Lil' Guy, see you sometime." We closed the door to the restraunt and walked to our car, I was super sleepy when we got in the car and fell asleep immediately.

-??? PoV-

I was getting really warm hiding under here, I shrunk so small that I can't even get warm, that japanese bastard better pay me enough for this bullshit, I mean, a kid? Why does he want me to kidnap a kid? I feel my partner wiggle in my shirt pocket, "We just need to get him, we do this job and we can retire from this life of crime, just get me close to him and I can keep him unconcious, bit fucked up we have to kill his parents too, though." I nod, "Yeah, wait till we get somewhere there isn't a lot of traffic, give them a peaceful death. We need to get away with the kid." I waited for the kids parents to get to a rural area, they lived in a country house so they had to go to a area like that eventually.

The car had finally gotten a decent distance into a rural area and we made our move, I could have killed them by invading their lungs and then growing larger to explode them but too messy, could leave DNA evidence, and I promised them a peaceful death. "Marcus, disable their conciousness so I can kill them while they enjoy their dream and never feel the pain." The now identified Marcus was grabbed by me and grew, "Logan, make it quick, we need to leave. I sent a location signal to Dylan so he should be here at any moment." I nodded and grew, I slit their throats and grabbed the kid, I buried the knife in the nearby corn field at a deep part. It was wiped clean and I walked back to the street. There was a black van with black tinted windows. Marcus was looking at me and signalled for me to run as quick as possible to the van. I did and got in, the van and us became invisible as a clear field surrounded the car, this was Dylan and Claire using their abilities in conjunction to erase the sound and make the car invisible at the same time.

We sped off and heard sirens in the backround where we used to be. The kid was laying asleep on a seat. We sped off to the airport, we parked in the back of the building. Marcus and the kid were shrunk into my pocket and I walked into the airport, I gave them a single first class ticked to Japan and boarded my plane. I walked into the fancy plane. Alpha Air was painted in bright green on the side of the plane. I sat down in the comfy chair and reclined it, this ticket was 3 grand so it was obviously very luxurious. I ordered a bottle of whiskey and downed a glass of it. It eased my guilt, 'After this, we retire from this life of crime, maybe I can settle down, find me a girl, have some kids.' I glanced at my pocket. 'I'm sorry kid, there is now way to atone for this, I somehow hope you find a way to forgive me.' I put on headphones and listended to podcasts. I closed my eyes and let my self fall into the warm embrace of sleep.

After being shaken awake from the flight attendent I thanked her, grabbed my bag (they let you carry it on board, quirks made us more secure), and left. I hopped into another black van which took off to a abandoned building. We entered and a handsome man with black hair and red eyes greeted me, "Have you brought the child?" I nodded, "Here." I reached in my pocket and pulled out Marcus and the kid and made them normal sized, "Now, we would like our paym-" I see the bastards arm raised. I feel a gap in my chest, I looked down and see my chest now has a large hole in it. Marcus had lost his entire torso, just legs, arms, and head. The kid was uninjured, "Y-Y-You Bas-Basta-Bastard!" I fell backwards as my body fell into the depths of death, enveloped by the cold. 'I hope the kid escapes.'

-End-
I know, Logans character is wierd, but hes dead now so no worries.

Hello every reader,

This is an important chapter for all readers,
In this chapter, 
I would like to explain about my novel. 
So that all readers could make their decision to read this or not. Or How to read this.
I don't want to waste a reader time as there were too many novels for them to read out there.

I have read many books since young, especially Chinese martial art novels and fantasy novels that make me see their own new creations.

But from my surrounding told me that I am wasting my time reading nonsense books.
To reply that, I wrote my novel as in Eastern fantasy martial novels.

This novel is written on many purpose. 
So,
It talks, ….. a lot in a first book.
In there, it explain what and why, the MC think and do, 
The MC thinking is very different from most other people thought.
MC thinking would be changing time to time depend on coming situation. 
So, if any reader saw, something is very different from the reader thought, 
Please wait and read later chapter, there would be another different situation and MC would think different.

In real life time, some people thought, they were wrong, 
But there is a question,
"Did you really do wrong back then?"

….

The MC in there is flexible, 
So, it is not good for someone, who holding firm something and thought,
 
"This is definitely right, and never wrong" they are not good for to read this novel.

Easy Example, 
"Money"
Some people thought,
"More Money More Good, Never Wrong with More Money."
If a reader really holding firm that kind of things and read this novel would only make the reader angry.
So, I suggested please don't be angry.

And The MC said these were bad things mean he is pointed to ME (Zmp) as I am bad, I lie, I kill, I scam, 
So, these all were not pointed at to any other, so don't angry if you found something making you angry.

Most of the things were written with reason but still there were some have no reason or reason hidden.

I have created many things, 
Power, it's levels and others things. 
'Most of all would be explained in logic but still some were not in logic.'

But I would not explain this until Book No.2,
From starting from Book No.2. 
I would write like other novel but still different. 

I have hidden many things, and it would be explain later chapter.

...….

I am not good in English, so there would be many mistakes.
If anyone found something is really wrong, and that make all reader could not understand.

'Please tell me, so that I could correct it,'

There were many mistakes, 
I leave it like that, as I thought many readers could understand and skip it.

....
"I wrote this novel in English
But that does not mean,
I am writing an English."
...…..

This is a walkthrough of a MC,
And wrote it from MC point of view,
So, the usage of the words would change as MC felt it.
 Please read it as a reader in the MC mind and felt what MC felt,
I wanted all my reader think deep inside of thing what MC did and said.

Thank
Zmp.

....

(Disclaimer:  All characters, organizations, places, cases and incidents in this novel are fictitious.)

Copy Right: I don't give my copy right to any.
This is a novel that I created, the more creations would come later and everything related is mine alone. I could not write all my creations now as this novel nature is in long serial. I don't give permission to anyone who try to use my idea for them profit and as their own.

Everyone who copy, translate or using my novel in other place without my approval mean: they all agreed to pay me 1 million USD per month. 

Support:
Please support me, reading it on 
https://www.webnovel.com/


...….
A short story for all who read my messages.
A short story I just created and it could be expanded to long and more detail.
…...
There were raining heavily,
A man with a gun walking around and check the surrounding area for food.
At the surrounding area, there was a big water dam.
At that time man who was looking for food, found something that shook him,
What he found was at the dam, and he knew everything about dam.
This dam would definitely collapse if he don't repair it. 
But he could not do it alone. 
So, he look at down toward the water dam, and he knew there were a village there. There were a military camp future down.
If the dam break and all the villagers and soldiers from that village, military camp and all living things surrounding area would die.
He could not wait until the dam collapse, and he don't have too much time.
He needed the help from villagers from that village to repair the dam So he rush down toward the village.
But there were some problem,
That villager lives were not his responsibility, because the man and these villagers were not from same country.
More over, they both were enemies countries, just a few days ago these villagers try to chase him and kill him. 
The soldiers from military camp were his enemies.
Even if he has a gun and villagers did not have gun. He did not want to kill them, so he run away.
That why he knew there were a village. 
If the dam collapsed and that was good for the man country. 
Now he was doing is betraying his mother country.
When he arrived to village, he got many injuries from rushing down there and he is so tired from rushing down.
And he hasn't eat for a few days. But he could not care.
When he got there the villagers were trying to attack him. But now he used his gun and quite down.
He tried to explain about dam but every stupid villagers don't care.
And someone tried to kill him with sneak attack while he was trying to explain.
And the man has to shot that man down as a defence. 
As the man don't have time, he threaten all villagers to follow his words.
And now all villagers follow his words.
They all tried to repair the dam in struggle but finally the dam was repaired.
Everyone so tired, especially the man.
As the dam was nothing happen, every stupid villagers thought the man with the gun was just torture them.
The man with the gun was so tired, that why he put down the gun and tried to rest.
And another man sneak attacked him strike him with rock many times on his head and face and kill the man who save them.
The man got suffer pain from his attacker, and too tired, all his body was cover with blood and his face was destroyed from rock smash.
He was in really pain and he know, he will die soon.
But at that time he saw a group of children they were staying a bit far from them.
He smile,
Finally he die while smiling,
But the story not end yet.
After he die,
The villager man who kill the man with gun become a hero reward by his country, as he who understand the responsibility to save his village people without caring his life.
And the man with gun was name as a devil, who used his gun to threaten, kill and torture all the villagers including children.
Even when that man die, he smile like a devil. 
And his mother county, name his as betrayer and kill his family. All his family curse him before they die.
Both countries leading people knew, the man with the gun save many people lives but this is what the counties do in reality.
....
"The Real Hero is someone who don't understand his responsibility but sacrifice everything, his life, his family, everything including his name as a devil or demon to save all other living things."
...
"I, Zmp, alone here salute all the real hero who sacrifice everything and die as a devil."
...…..

There were many people worship Bob Dylan,
I like his sound and some word too. 
But because of this should I close my eyes? 
For the first time, I saw a quotes what Bob Dylan said what was posted on Inkstone. I thought that these words were good.
But I felt something was missing I did not know what.
So I read it again and again, finally found two words,
Freedom: but that not too much problem.
But
Responsibility: to who, to what, what was a deep meaning inside of it?
A short story and 'responsibility' is a hint for everyone to think what was deep inside down there.
I don't think hero should not be like that.
14/10/2019
...…...

I here request to Webnovel site to change the words,

Bob Dylan said: I think of a hero as someone who understands the degree of responsibility that come with his or her freedom.

The degree of responsibility and responsibility is different.

Bob Dylan said that: Some people feel the rain. Other just get wet.

Thank
14/10/2019

There were people who try to run before they walk.
.
Who did not know, what is ABCD and trying to write eassy in English.
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Without foundation, building a Skyscraper.
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Who did not know, what is Magic and trying to used Nine Sun magical fist.
.
There is one Question,
What is magic?
.
Action start from Vol. 2, 
Skip for action, 
Read Vol.1, history later.

Boondocks

Riley Freeman: the Main protagonist 

Huey Freeman: Riley's elder brother

Robert Jebediah "Granddad" Freeman: Rileys grandad. 

Thomas Lancaster DuBois: Lawyer

Sarah DuBois: Thomas ex-wife who is white

Jazmine DuBois: tom's daughter who goes to school with Huey biracial

Uncle Ruckus: senile, overweight, with a grotesque appearance and crippling debt, Uncle Ruckus idolizes black-slave culture, and his views of black people align with the views of white racists. He is self-hating, disassociating himself from his African-American heritage as best he can, and biased against all non-white people.

Edward "Ed" Rothschild Wuncler Sr.: Mayor of the town

Edward "Ed" Wuncler Jr.: Mafia leader

Ed Wuncler III: grandson of Ed Wuncler Sr. and the son of Ed Wuncler Jr. Ed Wuncler III is a drunken, psychopathic, trigger-happy ex-special forces soldier discharged from active duty in Iran

Gin Rummy: Gin Rummy is a former special forces soldier and Ed Wuncler III's best friend,

Otis Jenkins: Otis Jenkins is a once-famous rapper named Thugnificent and Riley's idol when he was a kid

Cindy McPhearson:

Ming Long-Dou: Huey rival 

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Archer

Malory Archer: Secretly the leader of an intelligence spy group. She is a self-centered alcoholic who regularly hatches half-baked, invariably disastrous schemes to use the agency's resources to her own personal advantage. These schemes include staging a false assassination attempt on a U.N. official to secure a lucrative government contract, a fake bomb threat to get a luxury cabin on a "cruise" aboard a rigid airship, and a fake assassination attempt to get reservations at a luxury restaurant.

Lana Anthony Kane: the top female agent at ISIS. she is a competent and deadly agent but is constantly frustrated that she is treated as the number two ISIS field agent 


Cyril Figgis:  competent at his job but is plagued by a number of personal issues. He was Lana Kane's ex. 

Cheryl Tunt:Malory's mentally unstable secretary. She has blue eyes and auburn hair (almost always worn in a bun

Pam Poovey: She condescends to the staff by talking through a dolphin puppet in disciplinary meetings, and she regularly gossips confidential information to the whole office. though she also relishes revealing more personal information (such as a co-worker being stricken with cancer) and post office gossip on her blog

Doctor Algernop Krieger: is the head of the ISIS applied research department. He spends most of his time working on projects to facilitate his kinky sexual fantasies, including an advanced sex robot named Fister Roboto, a mechanical hand to choke Cheryl when his own hands are not strong enough for her taste, a drug that instills homosexual urges in its users (this eventually kills Danny the Intern), various animal-human hybrids, and a holographic anime girlfriend simulation so real that the state of New York legally allowed him to marry it (

Raymond Q. "Ray" Gillette:  is an intelligence analyst, field agent, and one of the few competent members of ISIS.ay is openly gay and often verbally-abused in a sophomoric fashion by almost everyone who speaks to him, having an outright hostile relationship with Malory (who disparagingly refers to him as "Ms. Gillette") 

Barry Dylan: Former member of ISIS

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Rick and Morty

Rick Sanchez:  A sociopathic, nihilistic, grouchy, crude, rude, narcissistic, self-centered, alcoholic mad scientist who is the younger brother of Marley Archer

Mortimer "Morty" Smith: Rick's neurotic 15-year-old grandson who is frequently dragged into Rick's misadventures. Morty is a good kid but he is easily distressed. He is often reluctant to follow Rick's plans, and he often ends up traumatized by the unorthodox and morally questionable methods Rick uses to 'fix' situations. 

Summer Smith: Morty's 18-year-old older sister, a more conventional and often superficial teenager, who is obsessed with improving her status among her peers. Summer is generally similar to her mother, as she is often shown to be very smart and humorous, 

Beth Smith: Rick's daughter, Summer and Morty's mother, and Jerry's wife. She is a veterinarian who specializes in horse surgery, a job she internally feels to be beneath her and is often defensive when her career is compared to human medicine. Level-headed and assertive, she struggles with her husband's ego, which thrives in defiance of his proven mediocrity. 

Jerry Smith: Summer and Morty's insecure father, Beth's husband, and Rick's son-in-law, who strongly disapproves of Rick's influence over his family. Jerry used to work at a low-level advertising agency until he was fired for incompetence.

Jessica: Jessica is a student in Morty's math class. Morty has a crush on her, but she rarely acknowledges him. 

Principal Gene Vagina: Vice-principal of the school
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American Dad

Stan Smith:. Stan is Francine's husband and Hayley and Steve's father. Hayley may or may not be Stan's biological daughter since Francine revealed to have cheated on Stan

Francine Lee Smith is Stan's wife and the mother of Steve and Hayley. Indignant, Francine can usually be seen nagging and scolding her family (particularly Stan) over their wrongdoings. Francine often nags at her family to uphold certain virtues and over any unwholesome or reprehensible behaviors, they engage in.

Hayley Dreamsmasher Smith-Fischer is Stan and Francine's new-age hippie daughter and college-aged oldest and the sister of Steve. 

Steven Anita "Steve" Smith  is the baby of the family and sometimes middle child who is Stan and Francine's high-school-aged son and the brother of Hayley.

Roger Smith is the very zany pansexual alien who lives in the Smith family's attic. Blithely so, Roger is depraved, devious, and cruel. He typically exhibits a lighthearted, carefree temperament while also engaged in his freakish grossness, outrageous malice, and rascally shenanigans. Having no limits on his shocking and brazen ways, Roger typically says and does anything and everything that comes to his mind.

Klaus Heissler  is the Smith family's hapless and saturnine goldfish. He is consultative and full of sage advice, sometimes even wearing glasses and taking on a scholarly appearance. Klaus was once an East German Olympic ski-jumper until his mind was transferred into the body of a goldfish during the 1986 Winter Olympics by the CIA to prevent him from winning the gold medal, leaving him permanently trapped in the goldfish's body. 

Ellen Riggs: Superintendant

Principal Lewis: Principal of the school

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The Simpsons

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Family Guy

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The Cleveland Show

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Scooby Doo

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Steven Universe

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Star vs the forces of Evil

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Street fighter

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My name is Riley Freeman. I got shot after a candy fundraiser incident (not wearing a bulletproof vest) and ended up in a hospital. 

Grandad felt that I needed discipline and sent me to be with my uncle's family (folks friends) in Brazil where I trained all types of martial arts. 

As for Huey he won a scholarship to India and learned Yoga which is kind of gay

Its been 8 years since then. I became the best street fighter. I fought against crazies, and even saved the world...long story

I got word that Grandad is getting married to a woman named Malory Archer who is Rick Sanchez elder sister

the strange thing is the town has changed, monsters, aliens, flying girls, evil villains, secret agents, and time travelers...

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(c) to the owner of all the story( I put it here for my own to read, my place/town/home have low cignal and I do this to download and read offline. ) (* need to go down just to have cignal and download it)
-for my friends too we both love to read some erotic thanks 
-Report it if you want 
-rate it if you want
-webnovel will delete it. I just read for my own 
-If you know something like this apps that can Hide so no one read it and change background(black) please let me know so I can use it.
- to owner if you want to this to taken down just comment and I will...(so ya white knight wanabe won't bother so much)

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"I-I've been fine." Miceter nervously answered.
"Have you had fun?" Zed asked, the Villain smile still on his face.
"Y-Yeah, I've had tons of fun. I got to finish my collection of stories and I got to go on a piggy back ride and... and I've learned to swim!"
"Really?"
"Really! I was about to tell Mister all about it!" 
Miceter gulped once he saw the cold glint in Zed's eyes.
"Well too bad, Mister won't be able to hear all about it."
"What, why?"
"Because, we're leaving."
"Right now?" 
"Right now." 
"Are we coming back?" 
"No."
"But that isn't fair to Mister!"
"I don't care."
"He's helped me out a lot!" And, as if he just remembered, Miceter blurted out: "Besides, I'm on a really, really important mission--top secret!"
"What did I tell you about leaving my side?" Zed demanded, completely ignoring Miceter's exaggerated confession.
Miceter twiddled with his crimson ribbon, failing to meet Zed's gaze.
"You said to never..." Miceter's quiet mumbling got even quieter with each word.
"What? I can't hear you." 
Miceter took a deep breath before bravely meeting Zed's angry eyes.
"You said to never ever leave without your permission or else you're going to ground me. Zed, I don't want to die!" Miceter pitifully wailed.
I raised my brows in surprise while Zed furrowed his.
"What?"
"Although I went away, I was plannin' on comin' back. There's no need to murder me because of it!" 
I coughed, clearing my throat. "Miceter, do you know what being grounded means?" I asked.
"Doesn't that mean he's gonna bury me?"
"No!" Zed shouted, horrified.
I sighed. "It means you're put on a time out. Like being forced to sit in the corner for a couple of minutes or forced to do chores, etc. Do you get it?"
"Oooh..." Miceter nodded his head in thought. "So that doesn't mean I die?"
"Who got that idea in your head?" Zed snapped, flicking Miceter on the forehead.
"Ouch, that hurt!" Miceter held his forehead, looking at Zed with tears in his eyes.
"We're leaving now, and that's final." 
"I can't leave Mister, he'll be all alone!"
Zed turned to glare at me. I returned an awkward smile. (Although, to be fair, I don't think he could tell that I was smiling considering I'm a cat right now and all.)
"Who are you?" 
"He's a Special Mentor!" Miceter answered for me. "Isn't that cool?!"
"He still has a name." 
"Really? I thought men of position didn't have names due to religious reasons." 
"Don't tell me you followed a stranger around without knowing his name?"
Miceter laughed awkwardly, scratching his cheek.
Zed's glare intensified as he examined me. "Now I really need to know who you are."
Oh crap, I have to come up with something!
Miceter, dang it, why didn't you give me a nickname?!
I should have known this question would repeatedly come up!
Should I be Alex? Dylan? Bob? Caesar?
Nah, Caesar's too grand.
Ughhhh...
Uhh...
Rusoe! After that one poet--I forgot his full name, but that doesn't matter.
"My name is Rusoe." 
"Rusoe..." Zed repeated my name, obviously trying to remember something.
"Huh, I think I've heard that name before." Miceter also puzzled over the name.
What, is there some fancy noble out there with the name "Rusoe" in this world? 
Crap, what if there is?!
What do I do then, play it off as me having the same name?! 
Actually, now that I think about it, I could do just that...
"Your parents named you after a brand of beer?" Zed asked. 
"My mother was an alcoholic." I lied.
Sorry Mom, I love you and I hate to disgrace your name, but it has to happen. Otherwise, I can't guarantee my survival in this world.
"That's really sad." Miceter started to tear up once more over the made up origins of my made up name.
"Miceter." Zed suddenly growled, ruining the somber mood.
"What?" 
"Don't try to wrestle your way out of this by pretending to be dumb."
Miceter sighed. "You realized it, huh? Bummer. I was so close, wasn't I?"
I watched their interaction in confusion.
"We're leaving, NOW."
And then, true to his word, Zed immediately mounted his horse and left, taking a shouting Miceter with him.
"Wait, no, but seriously, I need to tell Mister something. Mister, wait for me, I'll come back for you!"
I couldn't help but feel like a young maiden at that moment.
...
It was the moment they had turned the corner and left my line of sight that I realized something really important. 
So important, in fact, my life depnds on it.
WHAT ABOUT THOMAS HARK?!
Miceter, come back!!!
What do I do now?!
Wait? 
I don't have that long!
I turned to face the tavern doors. 
I guess I'll have to do this myself.
I gazed at the rusted silver knob.
Now how do I get inside?
Huh...

An ordinary man transmigrates into one of his bestselling novels named "Every Cold Winter". But here's the twist--he's reborn as the mysterious mentor that leads both the Protagonist and Antagonist--who just so happens to be a cat.

The afternoon sun hung low against the guild hall’s roof, its shadow creating a lull in the bustle of the crowd. People of all shapes and races, in clothes of all colors and cuts roamed the forefront of Orario’s highest authority, each to their own beat and tone.

“Could you repeat that?”

“Sir, Mr. Deimne sir!” The hapless youth stood on attention to his non-superior: a hobbit of about two-thirds his height, an absurd sight to those otherwise not in the know.

“At ease”—Finn sighed—“we’re not military.” The hobbit was never one for ceremony and neither were the two in the same familia.

The people around them stared at the sight of a Loki high executive talking to some no-name adventurer. They were attracting too much attention for both Finn’s tastes and the youth’s confidence.

The blond shook his head. “You were saying?”

“We saw an adventurer down in the fifth floor with two goblins tied to his person, sir!” The youth did a salute, and Finn couldn’t help another sigh.

He didn’t need to ask further than that.

JUDGMENT 

Use the wisdom, knowledge, and legwork of other people 
to further your own cause. Not only will such assistance 
save you valuable time and energy, it will give you a 
godlike aura of efficiency and speed. In the end your 
helpers will be forgotten and you will be remembered. 
Never do yourself what others can do for you. 

TRANSGRESSION AND OBSERVANCE OF THE LAW 
In 1883 a young Serbian scientist named Nikola Tesla was working for the 
European division of the Continental Edison Company. He was a brilliant 
inventor, and Charles Batchelor, a plant manager and a personal friend of 
Thomas Edison, persuaded him he should seek his fortune in America, giving him a letter of introduction to Edison himself. So began a life of woe 
and tribulation that lasted until Tesla's death. 
When Tesla met Edison in New York, the famous inventor hired him 
on the spot. Tesla worked eighteen-hour days, finding ways to improve the 
primitive Edison dynamos. Finally he offered to redesign them completely. 
To Edison this seemed a monumental task that could last years without 
paying off, but he told Tesla, "There's fifty thousand dollars in it for you-if 
you can do it." Tesla labored day and night on the project and after only a 
year he produced a greatly improved version of the dynamo, complete 
with automatic controls. He went to Edison to break the good news and receive his $50,000. Edison was pleased with the improvement, for which he 
and his company would take credit, but when it came to the issue of the 
money he told the young Serb, "Tesla, you don't understand our American 
humor!," and offered a small raise instead. 
Tesla's obsession was to create an altemating-current system (AC) of 
electricity. Edison believed in the direct-current system (DC), and not only 
refused to support Tesla's research but later did all he could to sabotage 
him. Tesla turned to the great Pittsburgh magnate George Westinghouse, 
who had started his own electricity company. Westinghouse completely 
funded Tesla's research and offered him a generous royalty agreement on 
future profits. The AC system Tesla developed is still the standard today but after patents were filed in his name, other scientists came forward to 
take credit for the invention, claiming that they had laid the groundwork 
for him. His name was lost in the shuffle, and the public came to associate 
the invention with Westinghouse himself. 
A year later, Westinghouse was caught in a takeover bid from 
J. Pierpont Morgan, who made him rescind the generous royalty contract 
he had signed with Tesla. Westinghouse explained to the scientist that his 
company would not survive if it had to pay him his full royalties; he persuaded Tesla to accept a buyout of his patents for $216,000-a large sum, 
no doubt, but far less than the $12 million they were worth at the time. The 
financiers had divested Tesla of the riches, the patents, and essentially the 
credit for the greatest invention of his career. 
The name of Guglielmo Marconi is forever linked with the invention 
of radio. But few know that in producing his invention-he broadcast a signal across the English Channel in 1899-Marconi made use of a patent 
Tesla had filed in 1897, and that his work depended on Tesla's research. 
Once again Tesla received no money and no credit. Tesla invented an induction motor as well as the AC power system, and he is the real "father of 
radio." Yet none of these discoveries bear his name. As an old man, he 
lived in poverty. 

In 1917, during his later impoverished years, Tesla was told he was to 
receive the Edison Medal of the American Institute of Electrical Engineers. 
He tumed the medal down. "You propose, " he said, "to honor me with a 
medal which I could pin upon my coat and strut for a vain hour before the 
members of your Institute. You would decorate my body and continue to 
let starve, for failure to supply recognition, my mind and its creative products, which have supplied the foundation upon which the major portion of 
your Institute exists." 

Interpretation 
Many harbor the illusion that science, dealing with facts as it does, is beyond the petty rivalries that trouble the rest of the world. Nikola Tesla was 
one of those. He believed science had nothing to do with politics, and 
claimed not to care for farne and riches, As he grew older, though, this ruined his scientific work. Not associated with any particular discovery, he 
could attract no investors to his many ideas. While he pondered great inventions for the future, others stole the patents he had already developed 
and got the glory for themselves. 
He wanted to do everything on his own, but merely exhausted and impoverished himself in the process. 
Edison was Tesla's polar opposite. He wasn't actually much of a scientific thinker or inventor; he once said that he had no need to be a mathematician because he could always hire one. That was Edison's main 
method. He was really a businessman and publicist, spotting the trends and 
the opportunities that were out there, then hiring the best in the field to do 
the work for him. If he had to he would steal from his competitors. Yet his 
name is much better known than Tesla's, and is associated with more inventions. 
The lesson is twofold: First, the credit for an invention or creation is as 
important, if not more important, than the invention itself. You must see use 
the credit for YOUR self and keep others from stealing it away, or from piggybacking on YOUR hard work. To accomplish this you must always be vigilant 
and ruthless, keeping YOUR creation quiet until you can be sure there are no 
vultures circling overhead. Second, leam to take advantage of other people's work to further your own cause. Time is precious and life is short. If 
you try to do it all on your own, you run yourself ragged, waste energy, and 
bum yourself out. It is far better to conserve your forces, pounce on the 
work others have done, and find a way to make it your own. 
Everybody steals in commerce and industry. 

I've stolen a lot myself. 
But I know how to steal. 
Thomas Edison, 1847-1931 

KEYS TO POWER 
The world of power has the dynamics of the jungle: There are those who 
live by hunting and killing, and there are also vast numbers of creatures 
(hyenas, vultures) who live off the hunting of others. These latter, less 
imaginative types are often incapable of doing the work that is essential for 
the creation of power. They understand early on, though, that if they wait 
long enough, they can always find another animal to do the work for them. 
Do not be naive: At this very moment, while you are slaving away on some 
project, there are vultures cirding above trying to figure out a way to survive and even thrive off your creativity. It is useless to complain about this, 
or to wear yourself ragged with bittemess, as Tesla did. Better to protect 
yourself and join the game. Once you have established a power base, become a vulture yourself, and save yourself a lot of time and energy. 
Of the two poles of this game, one can be illustrated by the example of 
the explorer Vasco Nliiiez de Balboa. Balboa had an obsession-the discovery of EI Dorado, a legendary city of vast riches. 
Early in the sixteenth century, after countless hardships and brushes 
with death, he found evidence of a great and wealthy empire to the south 
of Mexico, in present-day Peru. By conquering this empire, the Incan, and 
seizing its gold, he would make himself the next Cortes. The problem was 
that even as he made this discovery, word of it spread among hundreds of 
other conquistadors. He did not understand that half the game was keeping 
it quiet, and carefully watching those around him. A few years after he discovered the location of the Incan empire, a soldier in his own army, Francisco Pizarro, helped to get him beheaded for treason. Pizarro went on to 
take what Balboa had spent so many years trying to find. 
The other pole is that of the artist Peter Paul Rubens, who, late in his 
career, found himself deluged with requests for paintings. He created a system: In his large studio he employed dozens of outstanding painters, one 
specializing in robes, another in backgrounds, and so on. He created a vast 
production line in which a large number of canvases would be worked on 
at the same time. When an important dient visited the studio, Rubens 
would shoo his hired painters out for the day. While the dient watched 
from a balcony, Rubens would work at an incredible pace, with unbelievable energy. The dient would leave in awe of this prodigious man, who 
could paint so many masterpieces in so short a time. 
This is the essence of the Law: Lern to get others to do the work for 
you while you take the credit, and you appear to be of godlike strength and 
power. If you think it important to do all the work yourself, you will never 
get far, and you will suffer the fate of the Balboas and Teslas of the world. 
Find people with the skills and creativity you lack. Either hire them, while 
putting your own name on top of theirs, or find a way to take their work 
and make it your own. Their creativity thus becomes yours, and you seem 
a genius to the world. 
There is another application of this law that does not require the parasitic use of your contemporaries' labor: Use the past, a vast storehouse of 


knowledge and wisdom. Isaac Newton called this "standing on the shoulders of giants." He meant that in making his discoveries he had built on the 
achievements of others. A great part of his aura of genius, he knew, was attributable to his shrewd ability to make the most of the insights of ancient, 
medieval, and Renaissance scientists. Shakespeare borrowed plots, characterizations, and even dialogue from Plutarch, among other writers, for he knew that nobody surpassed Plutarch in the writing of subtle psychology 
and witty quotes. How many later writers have in their turn borrowed 
from-plagiarized--Shakespeare? 
We all know how few of today's politicians write their own speeches. 
Their own words would not win them a single vote; their eloquence and 
wit, whatever there is of it, they owe to a speech writer. Other people 
do the work, they take the credit. The upside of this is that it is a kind 
of power that is available to everyone. Learn to use the knowledge of the 
past and you will look like a genius, even when you are really just a ever 
borrower. 
Writers who have delved into human nature, ancient masters of strategy, historians of human stupidity and folly, kings and queens who have 
learned the hard way how to handle the burdens of power-their knowledge is gathering dust, waiting for you to come and stand on their shoulders. Their wit can be your wit, their skill can be your skill, and they will 
never come around to tell people how unoriginal you really are. You can 
slog through life, making endless mistakes, wasting time and energy trying 
to do things from your own experience. Or you can use the armies of the 
past. As Bismarck once said, "Fools say that they leam by experience. I 
prefer to profit by others' experience." 

Image: The Vulture. Of all the creatures in 
the jungle, he has it the easiest. The 
hard work of others becomes his work; 
their failure to survive becomes his 
nourishment. Keep an eye on 
the Vulture-while you are 
hard at work, he is cirding above. Do not 
fight him, join 
him . 
Authority: There is much to be known, life is short, and life is not life 
without knowledge. It is therefore an excellent device to acquire 
knowledge from everybody. Thus, by the sweat of another's brow, you 
win the reputation of being an orade. (Baltasar Graciän, 1601-1658) 

REVERSAL 
There are times when taking the credit for work that others have done is 
not the wise course: If your power is not firmly enough established, you 
will seem to be pushing people out of the limelight. To be a brilliant exploiter of talent your position must be unshakable, or you will be accused 
of deception. 
Be sure you know when letting other people share the credit serves 
your purpose. It is especially important to not be greedy when you have a 
master above you. President Richard Nixon's historie visit to the People's 
Republic of China was originally his idea, but it might never have come off 
but for the deft diplomacy of Henry Kissinger. Nor would it have been as 
successful without Kissinger's skills. Still, when the time came to take 
credit, Kissinger adroitly let Nixon take the Hon's share. Knowing that the 
truth would come out later, he was careful not to jeopardize his standing in 
the short term by hogging the limelight. Kissinger played the game expertly: He took credit for the work of those below him while graciously 
giving credit for his own labors to those above. That is the way to play 
the game.

I thought to myself 
with what means, with 
what deceptions, with 
how many varied arts, 
with what industry a 
man sharpens his wits 
to deceive another, 
and through these 
variations the world is 
made more beautiful.

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