After the invasion on Earth, AD 2948, many children and adults lost their lives of got injured. A young girl, Hazel, and her friends decided to take revenge for the many lives of Earth and to banish Saturn from returning. The fictional tale includes sci - fi, possibly romance, and a lot of fantasy. How would they take back Earth? Would they get caught? How are they going to survive? There are loads of questions to ask but, most books have a happy ending? Will this one have one too?

On the second floor of a restaurant near Beihong District, a group of young men and girls were seated around two tables. There were more than ten of them.
"Have you heard? Her Majesty wants to set up an educational institution," a tall and strong sixteen-year-old young man said while drinking some wine.
"It is led by that Ren Baqian!" another young man added.
"Humph!"
It was a young girl that snorted. She was roughly seventeen years old and looked pretty and elegant. Following which, she slammed her wine cup on the table.
The rest looked at her and sniggered openly.
This girl was called Liu Yueyao, also known as Yao Zi. She was the girl that got the worst of it during the Great Hunt. She was mocked by Ren Baqian and was eventually chided by everyone.
Subsequently, she received ten strikes of whips and was grounded for a month.
Initially, she wanted to find an opportunity to seek revenge. However, after staying at home for a few days, she heard a news that caused her to be dumbstruck. That glib gigolo was actually chosen by Her Majesty to become her husband.
She could not understand why Her Majesty would fall for that lad.
Not only was Her Majesty the empress of Dayao, she was also the seventh most powerful expert in the world. Moreover, her looks were so beautiful that she could bewitch countless men. Liu Yueyao couldn't believe such a great beauty would choose that kind of man as her husband.
This news almost made her break everything in her room.
As time passed, her hatred for Ren Baqian did not decrease the slightest bit. Instead, she hated him even more now.
Every time she heard news of Ren Baqian, she would be annoyed.
However, the rest did not really care about how she felt. In any case, they were already talking about the educational institution.
"What does one learn in an educational institution?" There were a lot of people that wanted to know the answer to this question. After all, this was the first educational institution in Dayao.
"It should be the same as Great Xia's. Literature, mathematics, art of war, law, etc.!" someone said with confidence.
"Maybe it even teaches Classics too," someone joked.
"That might be possible," someone added.
Classics was the generic term for several doctrines that were passed down from ancient times. These doctrines were mainly focused on teaching one ethics and virtues. They also contained teachings on the relationships between human beings, the society and the nature.
Classics were viewed with great importance in the Yun Nation, the Chen Nation, and Great Xia. However, the aboriginals had all along disliked this field of study, let alone these sons and daughters of court officials.
In Dayao, violence was the solution to everything.
Even though there were laws in place, most people still preferred to use violence.
Everyone dropped this topic after having a short discussion about it. These youngsters spent most of their time practicing their martial arts and playing with their friends. Occasionally, they would meet up to discuss things that happened in Lan City. They at most read only a few books at home.
Actually, none of them really cared about the educational institution. To them, this was just a casual discussion.
Furthermore, they knew they wouldn't be selected to enter the institution.
They understood that only those gifted and extraordinary individuals would be selected.
…
Ren Baqian was sitting in Yangxin Palace Hall, holding a list of names that the empress had just given him. It contained the names of students that were submitted by the court officials.
"Shi Gan… is he the grandson of Great Elder?" Ren Baqian casually asked when he saw the first name.
"It's his youngest son," the empress replied plainly.
"Pfff! Great Elder is really young at heart!" Ren Baqian gasped in surprise.
Great Elder is roughly seventy to eighty years old, right? This list states that Shi Gan is only twelve years old, which means Great Elder had him him when he was roughly sixty to seventy years old! Respect!
Ren Baqian continued to read the list. Then, he saw a familiar name.
Tong Lan, ten years old.
"Huh? That girl is not gifted?" Ren Baqian had a shocked look on his face. This ten-year-old girl made him realize why the flowers were so rosy, how was she not gifted then?
"Tong Lan is rather gifted, at least she is more than her grandfather," the empress said.
"Didn't I request for ungifted good-for-nothings?" Ren Baqian pointed at the name list with doubt.
"Tong Zhenye said that they are still young and they can use the two years inside the institution to find their playmates," the empress said as she threw a grape into her mouth.
Ren Baqian was speechless. Are you treating this place as a kindergarten?
However, after thinking about it, Ren Baqian felt that it was a great chance for him to seek revenge on Tong Lan. After all, he had suffered so much in her hands.
A gentleman would take revenge on anyone, of any age.
The notion of letting off a pretty lolita had never existed in Ren Baqian's mind before.
One isn't a gentleman if he refuses to seek revenge when it's necessary.
A great man has to be ruthless.
I have to keep in mind these words of wisdom.
"Hehe…" Ren Baqian grinned. The empress cast a glance at him and rolled her eyes. She most probably knew what Ren Baqian was thinking.
However, Tong Lan was very shrewd as well.
She might be one that tormented Ren Baqian in the end.
Ren Baqian looked through every name on the list. There was a total of thirty-one students, more or less within his expectations.
He was the only teacher, and he could only teach so many students.
After thinking about it, Ren Baqian started speaking again, "Can we get a few students from the commoners' families? They can become teachers of the institution in the future."
After all, the students they had now were sons and daughters of court officials. In the future, they most likely would become court officials as well.
He couldn't possibly be teaching them forever, right?
"That's a good plan!" the empress nodded her head. "But have you come up with a name for the educational institution?"
"Blue Sky Academy!" Ren Baqian had a serious look on his face.
When the empress began to raise her eyebrows, he quickly corrected himself, "I'm just joking, it's New Eastern Academy."
Upon seeing an aura of death exuding from the empress's eyes, Ren Baqian corrected himself once more, "Actually, I'm joking again, let's call it Black Bamboo Academy. I came up with name because I saw a few black bamboos in the bamboo forest just now."
Upon hearing this name, the empress looked slightly satisfied. She continued eating her grapes and ignored Ren Baqian.
"There's still a month to go before the new year, right? Are there any activities for the new year? We will start the enrolment for the educational institution after new year then," Ren Baqian asked. He still did not know how Dayao celebrated the new year.
"There is lantern grabbing!" The empress replied and explained, "In the past, it was a competition among the members of a stronghold or between two strongholds. It's opened to youngsters below 20 years old, and the victor of the event will be rewarded. Those who have performed well will be able to gain the favor of the girls in the strongholds as well. If you want to participate in it, I will grant you a special permission to do so. If you perform well, I might even give you a reward." A smile appeared upon the empress's face when she mentioned that she was going to give Ren Baqian a reward.
"What are the rules?" Ren Baqian bolted upright upon hearing the empress's words.
"A frame will be set up and a lantern will be hung on top of the frame. Each group will have ten members, and the members can be chosen at will. Whoever gets possession of the lantern first will win." The empress's eyes were smiling.
"Don't tell me the participants are allowed to attack each other?" Ren Baqian laughed dryly.
"Of course they are allowed to do so, this is a great opportunity for everyone to showcase their skills," the empress replied with certainty.
"Forget it then." Ren Baqian immediately turned down the idea of participating in the event. He couldn't even defeat a ten-year-old lolita. He would surely die if he participated in the event.
"Don't you want to hear my reward for you first?" The empress's tone contained a rarely seen tinge of playfulness, causing Ren Baqian's heart to throb.
However, his brain was like a rattle drum that stopped rattling immediately. "A true man will never go back on his words."
Since the empress had put it this way, he knew it was definitely something not good. Only a fool would jump into such a huge pit.
"I can give you a kiss!" The empress's voice suddenly became as soft as a mosquito's. However, Ren Baqian could still hear it loud and clear.
Hearing these words, Ren Baqian raised his head abruptly and looked at the empress. At this moment, her face was slightly blushing. The shy look on her face made Ren Baqian feel as though there was a piledriver in his heart.
Ren Baqian put on a stern look on his face. "I feel that, death befalls us all but some die for a good cause while some die for a bad cause. For Your Majesty, I will die with no regrets."
Following which, he changed his tone and put on a helpless look on his face. "It's not that I'm not willing to participate in this contest. Actually, I have acrophobia and I don't dare climb too high up above the ground. Even though deep down I'm suffering, I have no choice but to give up on participating in this event."
The empress flicked her wrist and flung a plate of fruits at his head.


In a world where its inhabitants can destroy a city wall single-handedly, the empress has a kirin as her pet, and the imperial palace of Great Xia has a pool containing a dragon. There is also a Sword Mountain where spirit swords occasionally leave in search of a master .

Bootlicking the empress, Ren Baqian ascended to the apex of life.　　

Yesterday was a very bad terrible no good day.

And some days will just be like that I suppose. It's not like I can physically sweep the fear and anxieties away permanently. They were kind of traumatic.

My disappearance most certainly gave grampa a scare though. He'll be heading off to join the rest of the nobles and politicians at the conference but his special personal troops are stationed here. They're not directly staying in the mansion with us but nearby and around the servants quarters.

Not only will they be in charge of protecting us very desirable and ransom worthy children, but they'll also be jump-starting us with weapons training!

Finally!

I've been set up with tutors but not weapons or fighting instructors yet. Though the educational tutors were assigned after it was discovered that I read so much of our family's home library. Did I really now? Who would honestly believe that, besides my own father? I'm beginning to doubt his sanity for taking a toddler so seriously. 

Out of boredom, I kept pestering father to stock more interesting books. No one reads finances, tax records, nor old family trees for fun. As I said before the entertainment of this world is extremely lacking.

I also think that most of those popular adventure books are based on grampa, which then just makes it too awkward to read. Just plain creepy. You try reading tweaked fan fiction about a grandparent of yours!

You know what else is awkward?

Since I woke up Lilyanne has been stuck attached to me and refuses to let go. She's scared I'll disappear for real after yesterday. It was just one day, sheesh let it go.

That's not too unexpected knowing Lilyanne, still as clingy as ever. No the really awkward part is that the stupid prince is in on it too! Is this his way of sticking to Lilyanne and annoying me? It's absolutely disgusting.

The poor stupid rock of a child probably has no idea he's getting engaged to me, otherwise, he wouldn't be so close. Eww.

That future announcement is not one I'll be looking forward to.

While we're lead to the prepared garden area for our first lesson plan I contemplate how Father's doing with the plan. After imagining the mess that is the court, I suppose that staying here even with Lilyanne and the stupid prince in tow isn't as bad.

The guest instructor that will be in charge of us today is part of Grampa's crew of course. 

Uncle Geoff is still back home in our territory managing both his estate and the campgrounds. In the past, he's the one that started our weapons training and I expected that would be the case this time as well.

It must have been my actions, or well lack of them yesterday, that changed things.

Not only that but grampa knows about my consciousness, how I'm not an average toddler. I don't know how but he's proven multiple times that he knows. He may be arranging for my training early in that case. Why not take advantage of the time? Yes, that would be the most reasonable explanation.

Years ago, a lifetime ago, we were first trained in small daggers, subtle safe enough weapons and eventually moved on to fencing. Those were deemed appropriate and fit into the hobbies that a young noblewoman could have or easily conceal. Lessons were dabbling in other 'arts', such as horseback riding or poison making. Those were the ones that Rosalia took best to besides the main weapons we focused on

Again when I say 'we' it actually was just me most of the time.

Lilyanne was excused and absent from so many training sessions she may as well have never attended. I don't think she even knew what to do past the form for holding a saber, even if it was the lightest and thinnest foil.

But that was fine, Lilyanne wouldn't need it. Ever. She had no need knowing how to fight. Not when everyone would always protect her. Even me.

A bitterness wells up in the back of my throat, not unlike vomit bile. I don't even try to deny it's part jealousy. How nice it must be to not ever have to fear for your life, to work for your survival? How luxurious.

It's a luxury I can't afford, not for a long time.

So I take the introduction, any part of training really, seriously. Instead of one instructor, it's a small crew of people, a team currently close to gramps in running dungeons and accompanying him. The majority of the section of troops he took with him is encamped while his closest bodyguards are with him at the conference. But these guys are nothing to mess around with. I recognize a good number of them, the kind of people to stick around the family through the years. The kind of people to keep.

They will introduce us to various easier weapons. We'll get an introduction and feel for them before starting with the popular and classic swordplay of this world.

Before that, we'll be running a set of physical tests. It's P.E essentially, we're going to stretch and run.

Sounds more like summer camp honestly. 

"Lukas, Amar, show them how it goes!"

"We'll be over here supervising and preparing. The kids will learn better around those close in age to them."

"Yes, ma'am!"

"Okay Tamera!"

The kids from yesterday are the youngest ones in this campaign. I remember now how they were also in grampa's training camp back south. Their youthful presence awes Lilyanne and Erik. Kids not much older than them can become warriors? What an amazing concept! The stupid battle crazy prince is already starry-eyed.

"Hey there little squirts, I'm the awesome Lukas. And this here is my not as cool but still good friend Amar."

When asked they tell us that they are only 3 years older than me, at the age of 5. Normally that wouldn't be such a big deal, right? To children, the 3-year difference in maturity and such may seem immense but it's nothing in the eyes adults.

Wrong.

Of course, that's wrong, what 5 year old becomes enlisted in the deadliest training corps in the known world?

Anyone, child or not taken to personally train with grandpa can't be simple. If I know grampa's recruiting style, to get in his circles especially so young, you either have to have vast potential to be powerful or you have a tragic backstory to unlock that. Often they have both, what a combo.

That's why he's so popular with the common people even till now. Grampa is well acquainted with and even helped jump-start many famous heroes and adventurers in their own right. Smiles and glory aside these people are not common, nor did they lead very charmed lives prior to fame.

These kids are dangerous. not just because one of them will be instrumental in my very own death.

What action can I take against them right now?

Do I get rid of them? Recruit them? Just ignore them?

They run us through the P.E exercises with the manner of older kids taking care of their younger siblings. They're so natural and disarming about it that Lilyanne and Eric are already completely comfortable with them. Even calling them 'big brothers".

Can't be helped, they're just children and I'm stuck playing one. 

It's especially surprising how animated Lukas is about it, he doesn't strike me as the type to play baby sitter. While they pay attention and joke around with all of us, with the concentration no normal 5 year old should have may I add, Lukas is especially focused on the stupid little prince.

Ah, I see.

He's my damned cousin Phillip's friend too. So he's a social climber, is he? 

Buddying it up to the prince of a northern country wouldn't be a bad choice. Now that I can look at him carefully without panicking, the boy is most likely Northern himself given his overly pale coloring and straight slim nose. I don't have the patience to bother telling him to give it up, that prince cares for no one. No one but Lilyanne perhaps.

You can try to warm up to him now as a baby but I've seen the robot-like person he grows up into.

"And bend and stretch! Good job you almost got it!"

"I think we're almost done here, sir!"

The stupid prince is still dazzled though, especially by Lukas who gives him extra care and praise. How stupid, in the future plenty of strong people will try to worm their way to you. It strange seeing Erik like this, so unguarded and more excusably stupid than usual. It's even a little amusing.

"You girls did really well too, especially you Rosalia. I hope you're feeling better."

Oh yeah, the kid found me passed out in a bush and carried my crying ass home. A little dopey but he's not an unkind kid I'll give him that. It warrants a polite response, at the very least more than Lukas. I don't remember this one in the crew trying to kill me.

"Yes I'm feeling much better, thank you. I apologize for the unfortunate first impression."

"Ah, that's the most you've said to me so far! Still, don't smile much do you? Still, you're so little but know so many words, you must be very smart!"

"Yep Rosa knows lots!" cheers Lilyanne, aww it almost warms my heart enough to forgive her for being so sticky. Almost, not quite. 

"Thank you for the praise, and again thank you. I must ask and trust though that yesterday's matters be kept quiet."

It's embarrassing, no one further needs to know my shame. Especially Lilyanne, she's oddly worried about me since I came back last night. Which may be why she's been sticking to me, and thus Erik too.

"Okay then, it will be just between us."

"Eh, Rosa I wanna be in tween to. Rosa?"

It's too embarrassing, the less Lilyanne knows the better. In fact the less that anyone knows, the better. I nod to the older boy and keep my mouth shut.

"Alright then kiddos, we'll be having our first demonstration with swords. This is the weapon you probably see the most."

"Mmm! Papa an grandpapa have swords!"

"I have one too!"

The baby stupid prince waves around his wooden toy sword, which appeared from out of nowhere. Where was he even keeping that thing during exercises?

I don't know how useful those things are actually in real combat, just doesn't seem all the feasible to me. But then again I'm from a different time and a different world. When in Rome do as the Romans do.

We're lead through the basics such as holding, stance, and attack types, very Day 1 sort of material. It's adorable how even Lilyanne is giving it a try, though I know it won't stick. There's also how she keeps falling back on her butt? That'....awkward, adorable but awkward. 

Erik though is an arrogant little prat even as a baby. He stomps his feet impatiently and in an attempt to show off waves around the demonstration with his toy sword. Oh, he's definitely showing off since he expectingly looks back at my sister and me right after.

Don't expect any praise here, Lily is too bust trying to get back up and I sure as hell am not going to talk to the baby stupid prince.

"That's all easy stuff! Of course, I already know how to do all of that, I'm the prince!"

I can't believe I was seriously going to marry this kid in the future, even for duty. I died for it but damn, dodged a bullet there.

The instructor, a bulky young man, looks at him with a tired sigh reserved for when dealing with nobles. You know the kind you make at work when handing annoying customers while they're being unreasonable.

"Yes your majesty, but there's a lot to master in the basics. Without the foundations, the following layers you learn will be weak."

"I'm not weak!"

"Hehe, sir Malcolm, can I teach him the lesson?!" a loud boy giggles and waves excitedly, like a cat ready to play with its food. The cat sitter sighed but looked ready since the mouse, aka the stupid prince, was more annoying. 

"*Sigh*....sure Lukas, why not. That's what you're good for I suppose. Just don't bully him too badly."

"Big brother Lukas?!" gasped the stupid prince in both awe and surprise. 

"So squirt, I won't talk much. Just fight me and that will do the talking."

"A duel! My first duel?! I gladly accept and will show you my skill!"

"Show me then you spoiled little squirt."

Now, this is what I'm talking about, Oh this will be amusing to watch, especially if a certain stupid prince gets beat to the ground. Please, Lukas, I'll even up my impression of you if you make that stupid prince eat some dirt!

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You've probably heard this sort of story before.

 

Once upon a time, blah blah blah a boy and a girl fell love and everything was beautiful and perfect, except for this thing called life getting in their way. 

He was this cool foreign prince and she was basically perfect. Really it's a very boring run of the mill story. I'll even spoil it for you, they kill the villainess at the end.

Not the type of story I'd read personally.


So where do I fit into this?

Apparently I'm her older twin sister and the very very lucky fiance to the foreign prince. You know, the dead villainess? Sucks I know. 

Now I get to do it all over again from the beginning.

Curse my life


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Updates at least 2x a week,

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Again, those few benefits weren't all that Carona was getting from this treaty.
.
Education!
No matter what academic facility it was, tuition was essential for its maintenance, teacher pay out and general upkeep of the facility.
Generally, there were a lot of things that went into their student fees.
Things like healthcare was a must for the students to have... especially the international ones, lest they fall ill and need treatment.
And in addition to that, money was needed for several bills.
Be it paying for electrical bills, field trips, teaching services, items like lab equipments, chemicals, chairs, and so on.
In short, all of these added to the cost of one's tuition per semester.
.
In general, each class within Baymard's public school... had children of various ages.
>Preschool (ages 3-5) for each semester
  ▪Baymardians: 1,500 BAYs
  ▪Treaty-signed territories: 2,000 BAYs
  ▪The Rest : 2,500 BAYs
*one should know that each semester was 4 months, so it perfectly evened out for paying the teachers and so on.
So each month, the Baymardians would have to save just 375 Bays (copper coins)....  so as to pay out 1500 Bays.
One could look at 375 Bays as $ 375 .
Sure, it seemed ridiculously small to save up and pay tuitions... but in this era, it was just right.
>Elementary School (ages 5 - 11), from Kindergarten, Grade 1... all through Grade 5.    
  ▪Baymardians: 1,800 BAYs
  ▪Treaty-signed territories: 2,650 BAYs
  ▪The Rest: 3,200 BAYs
>Junior High (ages 11 -15), from Grade 6 all through Grade 9.
  ▪Baymardians: 2,200 BAYs
  ▪Treaty-signed territories: 3,000 BAYS
  ▪The Rest: 3,800 BAYS
Of course after this grade, they would graduate... and that was it.
.
From this price list....  it was clear to see that Carona was still getting a good deal, compared to others.
With respects to pricing, Landon would charge students according to what class group they were in... and not their ages.
For example, elementary school usually took in children from ages 5 to 11.
But previously, there were students at 14... who didn't know how to write, and were placed back at elementary school.
So instead of charging them the price of a Junior high student (11-15), they would get charged as elementary students instead.
.
But no matter what educational level they were at..... at age 15, they were seen as adults.
Hence it was graduation time.
There was nothing Landon could do about it, as that was the coming of age period here.
Of course as time went on, more and more people would get educated..... as well as place their children in school at an early age.
And by then, things would even out on their own.
So Landon wasn't too worried about this.
.
Also.... the school also allowed to give out scholarships to the Baymardians, treaty-signed nations and the rest.
These scholarships were there to encourage and reward those hard working children.
And apart from that, there were student programs that allowed minors from ages 9-14 to work.
But they could only do very light jobs, if they wanted to aid in paying off their fees with a monthly plan.
One should know that apart from the nobles, peasants would also be attending this school as well in the nearest future.
So giving them numerous opportunities for success, was definitely a necessity.
.
Actually... even back on earth, children could work.
However, the amount of time they put in..... and the amount of work that was meant to be carried out, needed to be extremely light.
For example, they could dog walk in the parks, help in gardening local areas, window cleaning, lemonade stand selling and so on.
Children also made money as well.
.
Normally, an adult could work up to 8 - 10 hours a day.... but for children, it would be advisable for them to use 4 to 5 hours max.
Of course even though this era was completely different from the one back on earth, Landon had still chosen to stick to earth's principles.
But he knew that eventually, some children would grumble and ask for an increase in work time.
After all, children here worked just like adults.
At age 6 and even 7.... some of them were already serving at bars and restaurants for 8 hours straight.
While others worked at stables for close to 10 hours without sleep.
.
They were some who even worked by the seas, and carried heavy boxes daily.
Some also did babysitting, did house cleaning, and worked in the farms like pros.
So 4 to 5 hours for them, was like no work at all.
But just because they could do it, didn't mean that it was the right thing to do.
Working like that at a young age would definitely affect them when they got older.
Hence 5 hours per day, was the max that Landon could allow.
.
For the work they could do, Landon had already thought of few.
They could work as 'underage part-timers' at the Ranch.
There, they would be given a special badge.... that showed their underage status, as well as other special work documents.
And no matter what job they did, they would always have to do it under someone's supervision.
Anyway... at the Ranch, they could wash the horses, brush their hairs, feed them foods like apples, and even clean up their poop.
Provided it wasn't tedious, Landon didn't see any reason why they couldn't do it.
.
They could also work with Baymard's Gardening Company as well.
There, they could help gather up fallen leaves, plant flowers and even cut bushes from their client's backyards or work areas.
They could be posted at the park, other public areas, or even someone's private property.
But of course, they would never be working alone.... as everything would always be under supervision. 
They could also work at the Baymard's cleaning company... where they would clean windows, mop hallways, sweep rooms and so on. 
.
In essence, there were so many light jobs for them to do... so making money wasn't going to be an issue for these incoming international students.
And just so that their school work wasn't affected, they were only allowed to work on weekends.
Again, if they couldn't pay up all their fees at the end of the semester..... then they could apply for an extension payment plan, and work during all holidays here.
.
Generally, Landon wouldn't allow international students to stay within Baymard during the long holidays.
But if they still owed the school and wanted to work for their pay, then by all means... they could go right ahead and do so.
With this, Landon decided to change his initial stance on having students stay in Baymard during the holidays.
Now... he would allow them to stay, but they had to apply for a stay before doing so. 
Regardless, if they decided to stay..... their maximum work hours during holidays like, would be 25 hours a week.
(*5 hours × 5 days)
.
Tackling Student Visas, it wasn't logical to have students change visas every 3 months.... since they would essentially come back and study till they graduated.
But even so, Landon couldn't give them anything that went over a year.
Hence, he had decided that their visas would last for 1 year max.
And if they wanted to renew it again, they just had to prove that they had registered for next year's semester....  and that would be all.
What if he gave some people 5 year Visas, and then didn't bother to show up again?
Or worse, their Visas got stolen?
.
Everything Landon was doing, was trying to reduce identity theft to a minimal scale.
Compared to other empires that allowed all assassins, crooks and thieves to sneak or bribe their way into larger cities just like that.... Landon was trying his best to make this place a safe haven for his people.
Hence all these checks were damn important in stopping criminals from getting in.
Sure, some would definitely get in, but the numbers had to be few.
.
Moving on, 1 year was a lot compared to ordinary visitor entries.
Hence, be it international culinary students, or public school international students... they would have specific passport covers as well.
•All treaty-signed international students would have 'GREY' passport covers.
•And the other international students would have dark 'BROWN' coloured passport covers.
The reason why Landon truly wanted to differentiate everything.... was so that those  who worked at the port, would have an easy time identifying different persons.
.
If one saw someone with a Blue passport, they would know that this was a citizen from a treaty-signed territory.
Likewise, if they saw other Baymardians or even students..... they would automatically know as well.
Of course Baymardian students didn't need special passports.... as their RED colored ones were more than enough to carry them through.
Afterall, all Baymard citizens would be able to keep the same passport for 10 years.... before it would finally expire.
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With all that said, as per the treaty....  Baymard had given educational discounts to Caronians if they decided to study here.


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

The next few weeks was incredibly eye opening for Ron, his siblings and is friends as they saw how powerful, incredible and useful magic could be. Although Sirius, Harry and the  Weasley's were in agreement that both Sirius and Harry should move to the Burrow, the living space wasn't capable of holding two more members for long periods of time. And so, the kids witnessed their parents working together with other Wizards and Witches, Goblins and a pretty rude House Elf and turning the Burrow into a House worthy of holding one of the oldest collection of Ancient Magical Tomes, Grimoires and books of history of the Wizarding world. Honestly, Ron had never had to focus on his Occlumency so hard, just to keep in his laughter, ``I can't believe you would have these books just laying around your study! What would you do if someone were to steal them?!'' Sirius had just finished when Amos joined in and asked Arthur to explain himself, ``These books contain ancient knowledge that in the wrong hands would bring horrific results! What were you thinking?!''. Arthur looked at them and meekly said, ``Well, these books have been sitting there for a long time and honestly, we didn't even know they existed!''

This time it wasn't just Sirius and Amos, the rest of the adults present joined in and started to `give suggestions' to Molly and Arthur. Even the mild mannered Remus joined in and started to shout with the others. The only reason they stopped was that Pandora and Blaire sent Kreacher to get Molly as it was dinner time. ``Go away Kreacher! We are busy at the moment!'' Sirius shouted at Kreacher but instead of going away, he just looked at Molly with a slight fear in his eyes and almost jumped up and down in joy when she walked into the kitchen with him. ``What just happened?'' only Sirius and Remus were still in shock and standing in the living room at this point as Amos, Xenophilius and Arthur had joined their wives at the dining table. Even the kids who were listening in on their `conversation' with Molly and Arthur had taken seat at the table. Whilst Sirius and Remus were looking around with confusion in their eyes, they remembered the last time they had rejected a dinner call from their friend Lily and Ron was once again thankful for his Occlumency as he saw the two walk in and sit down like they weren't deathly afraid of the three mothers currently sat next to their husbands. But it was all for naught as the next second, Pollux Black laughed at their predicament and offered them some `friendly advice'!

``If I was you, I wouldn't be late as next time the punishment might be higher than an empty plate. *Hahaha*'' although Sirius and Remus wanted to say something back to the old man sat at the Head Seat, they didn't dare as they looked at the three wives respectfully offering food to `Grandpa Black'. At the start of his stay at the Burrow, the place the `Heir of House' was going to stay at. Pollux was a bit stuck up and constantly talked about how much better the Black Family House was. As a reward, the adults had asked the kids to surround him each moment of the day and constantly ask him questions about Wizarding Etiquette, Old History and really anything they found interesting. Although the Weasley Kids and their friends were young, they could see that the old man was hurt and was suffering from loneliness, a little bit like Harry. So, they didn't pressure him like their parents had asked and instead slowly wore him down and convinced him that it was his job to `bring up the next generation properly'. At first, the old man was uncomfortable with the sound of `Grandpa Black'. But no one aside form cruel, heartless monsters can resist puppy dog eyes from eight kids, simultaneously. A few days after the short episode of `Precious Books should be stored in a more secure place', the renovation of the Burrow was done and it looked amazing!

Instead of looking like a large stone pigpen with extra rooms added here and there until it was several stories high and so crooked it looked as though it were held up by magic, it was an actual three story cottage that actually looked more like a mansion! Both the inside and outside was beautifully decorated but the most amazing part was that it was still somehow very welcoming and cosy and didn't at all feel flashy and ostentatious. ``*Humph* I can't believe that you are satisfied with this! This house is going to host the presence of at least four families that have possessions and relations to highly regarded figures in Wizarding History and is home to my Grandkids, Pollux Black's Grandkids!!'' honestly, none of the adults were even breathing at the moment and were just letting the old man scold them for not spending enough of his money. Finally, the kids came back from their tour of the house and the adults sighed in relief when the old man's attention shifted to the two little girls asking for a hug. Ron was very happy and satisfied with his life at this point but he knew that with the threat of Voldemort's return, he would have to step up his preparation. But he now had an extra layer of security and protection and even a new source of knowledge and an actual teacher!!

It was during the time the Weasley Ancestral Land's Wards were being renewed and empowered that while `taking a look', Ron decided to throw in a couple of High Level Runic Objects near the Ward Stones and thought nothing of it but at the last location he heard someone coming and in panic shot several spells at the person, `Incendio!' `Diffindo!' `Glacies!' `Ventus!'. In his anxiousness, he even shot a Jinx, `Flipendo!' and ony then saw the person he had cast the spells at. Before he could try to warn the person, Ron saw how easily the old man dealth with his spells and he realised, he hadn't even touched the tip of what real Wizards could do. ``Well, Well, Well! Little Ron is quite the young wizard, aren't you? Casting spells in a chain, without chanting and with accuracy not fit for your age. But none of that compares to this, a Magical Object that has Ancient Runes drawn with Magical Reagent Ink, very impressive!''

Having been bullied almost his whole life, Ray's only solace had been his Mother and books. but one day, the bullies took things too far and he died. On his deathbed he had two wishes, for his Mother to be happy and for him to have the strength to be happy in his next life. somehow, both his wishes came true.

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Shen Yi stared at his wife as she slept and at Little Yuyan as she drew on her newest sketchpad that he bought for him. The girl was obviously taking a liking in arts and crafts while her twin brother was busy reading several random books that took his interest. 
Whether it was business, educational, or medical books; Shen Yi and Lu Xinyi occasionally found the boy sitting at the corner with a book while his twin sister lying on the carpeted floor holding a huge crayon on one hand. 
"Stop it, Yi," Lu Xinyi grunted and rolled on her side. 
"Stop what?" He demanded confusedly. 
"Stop tapping your fingers on the table and overthinking," she mumbled without opening her eyes. 
"I'm not doing anything," he argued, but instantly stopped his fingers so he wouldn't anger her any further. Did he disturb her sleep? Shen Yi wondered if his tapping was loud enough to wake her up. 
If his calculations were correct, Lu Xinyi was about to enter her twelfth week along her pregnancy. The knowledge was strange to him as he couldn't see any visible difference yet, except that she was getting sicker each passing day. 
Was this even normal for expectant mothers? 
Shen Yi stared outside the window of the room, seeing the bright sky. As she slept, he'd contemplated this newest development in his life with Lu Xinyi. She was pregnant, and the thought alone was astonishing for him. 
It wasn't that he hadn't planned on having a child with her; in fact, it was the opposite. He wanted to have his own family with her, but the biggest problem now was to keep her and their family safe. 
Whatever life he did have before meeting her suddenly became insignificant and couldn't be comparable to the life he had now with her. With the twins joining their family and a little bun coming soon, Shen Yi didn't regret marrying her one bit. 
True, he was the reason why her life was subjected to danger, but there was this sick part of him that relished on having her around him, near him and pregnant with his child. Shen Yi loved her so much that he didn't think he could ever let her go even in the afterlife. 
As a child, he'd come to love her even if she'd disappeared completely out of his life after his Uncle Jin's passing. Even if he'd forgotten what she looked like, Shen Yi would never forget the feeling she evoked in him when they first met. 
He didn't realize how much he missed her until he'd met her again on that cruise vacation. 
"By the way, are you sure you're still going to finish your second year at the academy?" He asked in defeat. There was no arguing that he was wrapped around her finger. She wanted to finish her studies, and he wasn't able to say no to her wishes. 
Lu Xinyi slowly sat up and brushed a stray hair away from her face. 
"Yes, I'll limit my participation in extracurricular activities though. I just hope my other schoolmates won't issue any cooking challenge to this poor pregnant woman anytime soon." She grimaced. It was obviously too late for her to change her mind since her enrollment at the academy had already been processed. 
"What about the twins?" Shen Yi asked. 
"They'll be continuing their studies too, of course. We'll have to drive them to school though," she assured him. 
Shen Yi frowned but didn't object. The twins were old enough to attend regular school and didn't need to do homeschooling like they used to. 
"Can't they just continue homeschooling?" He pushed, but Lu Xinyi snorted. 
"Darling, the twins need to socialize with other kids, too. Here, there would be no one to accompany them but adults and bodyguards. Are you sure you don't want them to see the world outside this mansion?" she countered. 
"I cannot change your mind on this, I guess." He sighed. 
Lu Xinyi laughed. There went her control-freak husband again. He wanted to have control of all aspects in his life which already screamed perfectly. From the clothes he'd have to wear to the tiny details of the business deal he was entering, Shen Yi made sure he wouldn't overlook anything; and those things he couldn't control easily got on his nerves. 
"They'll be fine. Let's just add capable guards if you're worried about their safety." 
Neither of them said anything as Shen Yi continued his work while Lu Xinyi entertained herself by watching Little Yuyan make a doodle on her sketchpad right beside her, with Shen Zichen seated on the floor with another book he'd found from Shen Yi's study. 
There was no need to say a word as both enjoyed their quality time with the twins. Now that they were back, the twins were calmer and had stopped worrying about them leaving again. 
Lu Xinyi was also thankful that they didn't throw a tantrum when Shen Yi explained about their baby to them. 
Alright so Lu Xinyi wasn't sure when he knocked her up, but she supposed it was during the week before her departure for the World Patisserie Challenge. Her husband couldn't keep his hands away from her, and she wasn't free until she left the country to compete abroad. 
Pregnant. The thought was terrifying for her. She didn't know how to face it and was nervous, but Shen Yi was with her throughout her pregnancy. It didn't sound so scary anymore. 
Her hand rubbed her lower abdomen where her baby was. This was the rare time that she hoped her mother was still alive to guide her through this new milestone in her life. She didn't know how this was going to be like as her pregnancy progressed. 
Being pregnant was new to her; aside from being huge later on in the last weeks of pregnancy, Lu Xinyi had little idea of what would happen and what to expect. Her hand rubbed her lower abdomen again. Perhaps she and Shen Yi would learn through experience. She had no doubt that he would strive to become a perfect father to their children. 
Seeing her daze again, Shen Yi asked her. "Are you hungry? I just asked Qiao He to buy all the sweetest strawberries he could find. Do you want some?" 
Lu Xinyi's eyes lit up. He was good alright. She'd give it to him. Shen Yi knew how to spoil her well. 
"Yes, please." She nodded at him. 
Shen Yi went out of the room and walked to the kitchen, to the fridge, and pulled out the strawberries Qiao He bought for his wife. He made sure to remind him and the other servants to remove all the junk food within the mansion and keep the fridge full of healthy snacks his wife and the twins could munch on. 
Lu Xinyi complained at first when he forbade her to eat or bake her favorite cheesecake. Later, she ended up sneaking some junk food courtesy of Shen Xue who received an earful of a lecture from his brother. 
He came back to the room and gave her a bowl full of sweet strawberries much to her delight. Lu Xinyi ended up giving him a quick peck on his lips as a reward for his thoughtfulness. 
"It's nothing." Shen Yi coughed at his hand and looked away, trying to ignore the slight blush that appeared on his face. 


[Status: Completed]

“You’re not taking me to bed. Ever.” 
“Who said it had to be on the bed?” 
“What?! You wouldn’t dare kick me off the bed, and I will not share it with you!” 
“The only reason I would force you out is so I can have you on the floor.” She gritted her teeth and glared at her grinning husband. 
“Go fuck yourself!” she hissed. 
“Only if you show me how,” he winked back. 

Once the tabloids released an article claiming business tycoon Shen Yi was gay, his family forced him to date and seek a relationship to stave off the false accusations. After many failed encounters, Shen Yi came upon Lu Xinyi.

Orphaned since childhood, Lu Xinyi had no safe haven left the moment her boyfriend and her best friend betrayed her. Losing her only treasures left, she felt like dying inside as soon as she boarded that ship. However, after a week-long cruise with Shen Yi, she struck a deal with him. Now the Young Madam of the most powerful Shen family, Lu Xinyi turned into a better version of herself. She would not only fight back against those who had hurt her, but she had also taken a shot at accomplishing her father's broken dream.

Attending the country's most prestigious culinary school, Silver Leaf Academy, Lu Xinyi was compelled to compete not only for herself but also for her husband’s pride. Through Shen Yi's love and support, she dreamed to emerge victorious one assault after another from a family that she had long abandoned. Oh, but love for food can be a dangerous thing! As Lu Xinyi and her friends struggle to survive the competition and schemes, more and greater challenges await her, putting her love (for food and Shen Yi) to the test. 

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The film's name was "Caring Love", and it reflected on four kinds of love.
Qi Xiaoran's parents' love and care that hoped their child to become successful.
Yang Qi's parents love  that had inadvertently taken away her innocent childhood.
Xu Chen's parents love for him that allowed him to squander endlessly - a materialistic care that was bereft of any warmth.
Wei You's parents' shallow attitude that only paid attention to results. They thought that if his results were excellent, everything else would be fine.
Which kind of love and care did a child need?
It involved more than just education. The problem regarding youths' physical and mental protection reflected many details of society. It was enough to instigate discourse among children, their parents, teachers, schools, educational institutions, and even the government.
It sufficed to say that as long as the other three actors didn't hold her back in terms of acting and express the suffocation, oppression and contradiction among the early stage high schooler, this movie would receive good results.
Yun Xiangxiang brought the script home. Su Xiuling was very happy to know that Yun Xiangxiang was going to film a movie.
Su Xiuling learned dancing. Even though she didn't have much fame, it was still considered art. She didn't play table mahjong in groups like other young mothers after she resigned, but instead, she paid close attention to the influence she had on her children. Aside from teaching her children to dance, she also learned about different cultures.
She was an artist. She also viewed films as a form of art. She excitedly went over to her daughter to read the script with her. After reading the script, Su Xiuling was very quiet for a long time before deciding to have a chat with her daughter.
That night while she was laying in bed with Yun Xiangxiang, she asked, "Xiangxiang, do you think Yang Qi is pitiful?"
Under the blankets, Yun Xiangxiang held her mother's hands, "Mom, Yang Qi is pitiful because she is Yang Qi, but I am not Yang Qi."
"En?" Su Xiuling thought that her daughter would use this opportunity to vent about her inner thoughts and her dissatisfactions. She didn't expect her daughter to answer like this.
"Mom, everyone has different interests. Yang Qi studied to maintain her reputation and grades. She wanted to cement her place in the hearts of her classmates, teachers, and parents while deep down in her heart, she wanted to play like her other classmates. I can't deny that I like going out with my classmates in the weekends, but I prefer when you arrange tuition classes fully for me."
Yun Xiangxiang talked very sincerely, "It is fun to go out and play, but I feel flustered and empty when I come back. Only these studies can satisfy my soul. Although studying day and night would make me feel pressured, and sometimes I feel like retreating from it, after I overcome it, I feel spiritually fulfilled."
The real Yun Xiangxiang was only a teenager whose heart and soul hadn't matured yet, thus she would walk into a dead end. However, she wasn't wrong.
But thinking back after thirty years of living, she really hoped to absorb different knowledge just like a sponge.
In fact, those children who lived free and easy would also regret not taking hold of every moment when they reached a certain age. That was because they became more mature and rational.
Yun Xiangxiang could not tell Su Xiuling all this. She didn't lie to Su Xiuling. There were indeed children who found joy in studying and children who didn't possess any childish innocence.
"Mom, why don't we go out to have fun as a family every Saturday?" No matter how much she liked to study, Yun Xiangxiang's schedule was too full.
She had an advantage because of her family to start learning at a young age. When she was in first grade, she already could recite the law. She had always been at the top of her class.
Therefore, Su Xiuling paid more attention to arts like piano, guzheng, painting, calligraphy and dance ever since she was young. In middle school, she added French, a language other than English.
Su Xiuling expected her children to be a jack of all trades, but a master of none in the arts as she didn't expect her children to rely on them for a living. It was only to cultivate their temperament and broaden their horizons.
Yun Xiangxiang was a perfectionist. She would put in all her might, giving her all just so she could be praised by her teachers and applauded by her parents.
Although Su Xiuling was a competent mother, there was still Yun Lin at home. The siblings were six years apart from each other. This was the reason Su Xiuling couldn't place her attention fully on her daughter, and so her neglect was excusable.
Yun Xiangxiang was a mature soul. When she first entered the industry, she worked very hard, and the things she had to learn were three times more than now. Naturally, she could bear the burden, but Yun Lin was still a child. Yun Xiangxiang still hoped to break this family education method.
Su Xiuling understood what Yun Xiangxiang was saying. While she didn't find her current lifestyle difficult, she still felt bored sometimes. Although she liked to learn, she needed some time to relax and breath in the fresh air.
She couldn't help but reflect on how they had neglected their daughter because of how their daughter never complained about being tired or too burdened.
Never mind children, even adults would be exhausted, having to work day after day.
The difference in this was that adults had to clench their teeth to proceed in life. The parents would compare their children with themselves. They assumed that since they had to bear such hardships now, that their children would suffer in the future if they couldn't even handle a little hardship at their young age.
But they had forgotten that different ages had different levels of tolerance toward stress. If it was too overwhleming too early, it could be fatal.
"Alright, I will tell your father." While Yun Zhibin was old fashioned, he feared his wife. Thus, Su Xiuling was full of confidence. "Your pay after deducting taxes is twenty thousand. The first third is paid first and the rest will be transferred to your credit card after you finish filming. This is your own money. Your father and I have discussed to have it saved in your credit card. We will keep the credit card for you and give it to you after you turn twenty years old. Of course, if you need it urgently, and you can give us a reasonable reason, we won't stop you."
With the amount of scenes Yang Qi had, even if Yun Xiangxiang was a newcomer that hadn't entered the circle, she knew that two hundred thousand was too low.
However, Yun Xiangxiang knew that Zhou Wei's previous films had all failed, and the investments he received must have been very little. It might not have even exceeded five million. Otherwise, they wouldn't need to film at their school.
Presumably, the principal didn't collect venue fees. After all, it was still the new campus, and it was still empty there. If the movie gained good responses after lending the venue out to film the movie, it would be great publicity for the school.
This was also the reason why the principal tried his hardest to convince Yun Zhibin to let Yun Xiangxiang participate in the filming. The school needed to be promoted as well. The promotion of the school was not only limited to the annual examination reputation. It needed other forms of promotions.
"I will save it up to buy a house in the future," said Yun Xiangxiang casually.
She decidedly to enroll in a university in Beijing. Yun Lin being a copycat siscon would undoubtedly follow her footsteps. By then, their parents could retire and travel to Beijing together. That meant that she would need to purchase the house in Beijing.
She actually wanted Yun Lin to enroll into a high school in Beijing city four years later. She would enroll into university a year and a half later so she would have two years to work and save up to buy a house in Beijing.


Yun Xiangxiang was a well-regarded celebrity in her previous life. 
This life, she wants to be a proper actor. 
Have a good reputation, rather have nothing than everything and not rely on the words from her fans. The products are quality. Firmly plant her own feet to the ground and only rely on herself to take the throne, step by step. 
Yet, she accidentally got entangled with a world-class big shot.
Ever since then, the world-class big shot followed her on Weibo. He would gift her advanced technological goods for protection. Create rings that no one else can wear but her. He would glorify her family name so he can go through fire to watch over. 
Until he finally embraced her, "It's too dangerous for you. You can only be safe if you become my wife." 
Yun Xiangxiang: ...


Anne finally made up her mind and said," If it's of no problem to you,  I'll take up your offer. Thanks very much for your help."

Jake smiled and asked her to follow him. He looked about her and found that she had only a small bag and a sling purse with her. He offered to carry the bags and started walking. She stood up, straightened her clothes with one hand and balanced the baby in the other one and walked forward.  Both the men walked slowly to accommodate to her speed. 

They walked for about 5 minutes and from in between the trees, a white building with terracotta tile roof came into view. The side view didn't give her an idea about the expanse of the house, but the surroundings were very peaceful and pleasant. They walked into the house. The door was open since Aunt Heather was cleaning the verandah with a mop. She looked up and smiled at the two men. " Mr. Jake, Mr. Ronald",  she greeted them and looked past them to the young woman behind them. "And she is...?", she asked. 

She's our friend and she'll be sharing the room with you tonight.  Please prepare food for 3 of us and for the baby...", Jake paused. Anne answered, " he will have the baby formula. " Hello Miss Heather,  I'm Anne. Sorry for troubling you, but can you heat up some water for the formula? He'll wake up soon and he will drink it as soon as he does." 

"Call me Aunt Heather like those two boys. No need to be formal. Also please sit down for a while in the living room. I'll prepare extra sheets and pillows in the room.  You can rest there till dinner is ready. I'm just about finished cleaning all the rooms.  All it needs is the furniture to be arranged. Everything will be delivered early tomorrow morning." She gave a bright smile and went inside a passage. Ronald and Jake excused themselves and went outside since they'd more work to do.

Anne looked around the living room and found that it was plain with not much furniture or decorations. The walls were white like the outside with 4 wooden pillars supporting what looked like a huge skylight. It was still very bright since it was just over 5pm. She arranged the clothes around the baby and left him on the wide window seat which was made of stone and walked around to explore the house. Keeping one eye on the baby,  she walked around to find there were 3 rooms in the ground floor and a staircase that led to a closed door at the landing upstairs. She wanted to go up when she heard the light scuffling sounds of her son waking up. She ran to him and took him in her arms and kissed him with a smile on her face.  Aunt Heather came just at the moment to call her. 

" Miss Anne. Please come this way. The bed is prepared.  You can rest while I finish my work.  I've kept the kettle with hot water in it on the window sill. I've kept a jug with cold water in it and a bowl and a glass with a spoon.  If you need anything else, feel free to call me." Saying thus,  she went inside the passage towards the kitchen. 

Anne walked to the room with the baby and put him on the bed and looked around the room.  It had one sturdy wooden cot in one corner and a foldable steel cot with a mattress on it in the other.  It had two large windows which were left open for airing and it was very bright and cheerful inside the room. There was a small bedside table which had the things that Aunt Heather had kept.  Anne prepared the formula and fed it to the baby and wiped his face and body clean with a towel she took out from her bag. It contained mostly his things and clothes. She'd brought just one extra pair of clothes and a set of pajamas with her. Her big bag with her clothes and other things were left in the cloakroom of the railway station of the nearest town. She had planned to go back that evening, so she had left it there. She freshened herself up in the bathroom and felt refreshed.  

The baby was cooing and was moving his limbs as if he was cycling and it was very funny to watch. She stood near the cot as if to admire her son and her thoughts flew  to her past.

She could just remember her mother leaving her in the railway station and fleeing inside the moving train without even looking back at her. Anne was just a girl of four and a half years then. She couldn't understand what was happening and she had cried when she saw that her mother left her alone on the platform. There were some men who were chasing the train shouting something which she couldn't understand and they'd to stop since the train sped up. She was found by the kind station master who found her bawling near the stone seat which was meant for waiting passengers to sit on.  She couldn't answer him about her whereabouts and her parents. She only told him her name and she was asking him to find her mother who went away on the previous train. She said that her mother's name was Georgina and her father's name was William. She didn't know where her father was since she seldom saw him. Whenever he came home, he and  her mother would be quarrelling inside the room and she was afraid of her father because of it. She thought that he was a bad guy and that's why he always scolded her mom. She couldn't even remember his face or information much to the surprise of the station master.He had no other choice than to take her to the police station after his duty hours ended for the day. He was very kind to her. He shared his lunch with her and bought her a cup of warm milk to drink. She hadn't eaten anything since the last afternoon since her mother was more interested in moving out from their house than to feed her child. Anne had gratefully eaten and drank whatever the station master had provided her with. He took her to the police station at around 6pm and left her with a lady constable who looked very strict on first sight. As she stayed there the whole night with her, she knew that only in appearance was the constable very rough and strict, but was very kind to her.  She said that her name was  Mary and she had a daughter of 2 years at home. The next day, the police made thorough investigation into the matter and found that her mother had borrowed lots of money from loan sharks based on the fact that her husband was in the military and he was up for a promotion soon. She'll return their money as soon as he comes back home the next time. She had married him in the hope of rolling in money since she hated her poor life since childhood. She pursued him, married him and had Anne with him. The times Anne's father could come home was few and far because he was frequently sent on secret missions and he couldn't bond with his daughter much, though he loved her dearly.  Whenever he came home, he'd bring her toys, sweets and other things for her, but since Anne's mother would start a quarrel about money or material things with him, he would leave soon and didn't have enough time to spend with his daughter. He regretted it very much in his life till his last breath.  The police couldn't find her father's whereabouts since they didn't know his last name and they weren't sure whether the name given was his real name. Many military officers had an alias in real life since they faced constant threat of recognition from spies and enemies.  The police had no option but to keep her either in the remand home or in an orphanage.  They waited till the next day to admit her to one of the 4 orphanages in the vicinity. It was called 'HOPE orphanage'. 

Her mother always used to care about herself and she never provided her child with the love and care it needed. Anne had come to accept the fact that she was not loved by anyone and she had become complacent to joys and sorrow. She was almost emotionally numb. In Hope orphanage,  there were many children of various ages and soon she found out that each had a sorrowful story behind their coming to this place.   Anne was very quiet as a child. She could just be seen, not heard, unlike other children.  She never fought for clothes and toys. She never was the first to be chosen by parents who wanted to adopt. She was very intelligent, and understood things, rather than mugging up and write it as it is. She used the orphanage library as well as the local public library near the orphanage to read books and she improved her vocabulary and knowledge in many languages and subjects. The only drawback she had was the ability to reproduce the words from her textbooks and that's the reason why she always scored less in terms of marks and was deemed as an average student. She never shone amongst her peers. Her intellect and resourcefulness were lost in her silence and the shyness to communicate with people. The best education she could get was a tutor who taught all of them according to their ages, inside the orphanage. The orphanage couldn't afford to send everyone to schools. Though public schools were almost free, the uniforms and books were yet to be paid for.  Taking the number of children to be sent to school into consideration, the management had arranged for a tutor to teach very young students of about 3-4 years of age and ages 10 and above. The in between age group were taught by elder children who were certified as the brighter ones amongst them. Children above 16 were sent out to do odd jobs for small companies so that they could earn their educational fees. Anne had managed 3-4 jobs to save as much of money as she could for her education. She completed her high school and wished to attend college.  She had an interest in reading books and hence she had an ambition to become a librarian or a teacher, since both the jobs would give her unlimited access to books. The orphan had a rule that children who attained the age of 18 must leave the orphanage and look after their own lives in order to make room for new children. Anne had worked in many places and knew many things. She could do any job well, but she didn't have the educational qualification and certificates companies asked for. She was a Jack of all trades. Nobody could guess that such a talent existed in such a quiet girl. Comsidering the time she was brought to the orphanage and the date of birth she had told them while joining,  they had recorded it as May 18th. Come next month, she'd turn 18. Where would she go? She didn't want to leave this place which was the closest she could associate for a home. She had requested the warden so many times to let her  continue staying there. She would pay them for the food and accommodation, she would take up more jobs to fulfill it, but let them please not send her out of here. The warden had a tough time deciding whether to let her live here or not.  She spoke to the management and summoned Anne to her office one day. She said, " Anne I've spoken to the management about your request to continue your stay here. They've suggested something and if you consider it, you can stay here. Otherwise,  you should be prepared to move out on your own by the end of next month."

With a voice full of anxiety,  Anne asked," What is the suggestion?"

Warden said with a deep sigh, " You can stay here for one more year. In the meantime,  if the orphanage could set up a marriage for you, you must marry the man who is chosen. You'll be benefiting from the marriage,

Anne, a girl brought up in an orphanage got married to a man who was chosen by her matron.  He lived with her for a night after their marriage and disappeared. One drunken night and Anne became pregnant soon. He had transferred her, the small house they lived and sent her some allowance every month to her bank account.  After a few months, the allowance stopped getting credited to her account and she was in the peak of her pregnancy. She became malnourished and got very weak due to various reasons. Though it was a marriage of convenience for both of them, she wanted to search for him once and tell him about her pregnancy.She delivered a healthy boy amidst all her difficulties. They didn't love each other, but they had a baby? He must love his own flesh and blood, right? With this in mind, she searched for clues about his identity and location and came searching to Sterling city special forces base, which was located in the outermost part of the city.  She met two men who would become her best friends for life and she continues with her journey of searching for her husband. 


Daniel was looking through the window when the young woman with a small bundle in her hands arguing with the security personnel at the base gate. He stared at her for a long time,  sighed and turned away. Just 3 more months of difficulty my wife, I'll be the husband I could not be, all these months and a father to our son. Just bear with it for 3 months and I'll erase all the unhappiness from your life. Till then, you need to live on without me.

Let's see how these 2 people find each other and find love together.

I'm finally free. My little sister really enjoys when I read to her, and with the second volume of the princesses books our mother brought recently, she became once again obsessed with those 'new' stories. 

It has been a really bad year. I went from believing I had a lot of time to introduce all kinds of stories to the world, to realize that I wasn't the only reincarnated person in the world. And the others were not playing around like I've done until now.

One guy has already written three books, with a fourth coming out soon. Another one has somehow made a cartoon for tv. And there were at least three others making their 'own' comic books, if the information my father has is correct.

Fortunately no one has touched any of the titles I love. But that didn't mean that no one was planning on it, or even worse, already doing it. So now I could only work hard and pray for the best possible outcome. 

"Rachel! It's time to go, are you ready?" My father called me. 

We were going to the comic publisher where my father has some friends. I planned to familiarize myself in the comic business to eventually make one of my own. After all, I have a talent for drawing and I know many interesting stories. 

"Yes daddy" I said with a sweet smile. I couldn't have him regret his decision after all the time I had spent convincing him to bring me there. 

"Are you really planning on making your own comic?" My father asked once we were on the road. 

"Yes! After you told me about the other kids my age doing so much, it inspired me" I replied with extra enthusiasm. 

My father sighed at my answer, "I know that you're a really talented girl with a precious gift, but you don't need to try this hard. You're young, and it worries me all the effort you been putting these last days" He said with a soft tone. 

It's true that I have been working hard lately. And I'm grateful for the care that my father always gives me. But it's nothing serious, he's just perplexed with the sudden change in my attitude. I went from a relaxed and playful girl, to a hard working one who hardly plays anymore. 

"I know daddy. I just want to try it out and see what happens with my own eyes" I finally said. There was no way I could explain to him the importance of not wasting time. 

The rest of our time in the car was filled with the typical questions about school and the friends I've made. My suffering only stopped until we arrived to our destination, where I finally could get out to get some needed space. 

I didn't had any expectations for the place, but still I have to admit that I was somehow disappointed. It was just a building, with no special details worth mentioning, besides the big sign at the entrance. 

Fortunately the interior had more life to it. There were some people walking from one side to the other, talking and discussing loudly about many things. 

Among the group of people there was one of my dad's friends, an amicable looking middle age guy, who was a little on the fat side. When he saw us, he approached with a happy expression on his face. 

"Robert! Nice to see you" He said before giving my father a short hug. 

"I see that you haven't left the hamburgers, huh?" My father joked. 

"Hahaha, I tried it for a couple of days... Never again!" He replied. And then they proceeded to joke around for a extremely long time. In my unbiased opinion. 

"Glenn, this is my daughter. Rachel" My father suddenly said. I was starting to think that he forgot to introduce me in the first place. 

"Hello Mr. Glenn, I'm Rachel. It's nice to meet you" I saluted him politely. 

"Nice to meet you too!" He said to me with a smile, "Are you sure that she's your daughter? She's cute and well mannered after all" He joked again. But I sure wasn't going to let them go at it again. 

"Mr. Glenn, what is everyone doing? They seem to be discussing something important" I asked while pointing the group of people in front. 

"Oh! They are discussing about work, we have some deadlines to accomplish after all... Although the topic now is about Michael. A kid who's making this really cool comic book named 'The walking dead' " He explained. 

"Is Michael here?" I asked quickly. I really wanted to meet another person in my situation. Maybe the possibility of working together wasn't impossible after all. 

"Yes, do you want to meet him?" He asked with interest. 

I just nodded in confirmation, and after some more small talk between the 'adults', we went towards one of the rooms in the building. 

Inside, there was a young kid my age discussing with two adults about something related to the violence of the comic, according to what I could hear. 

The kid, that should be Michael, had a beautiful shiny blonde hair, although a little too long for my liking. He had pale skin, a small pointy nose, and deep blue eyes. He's definitely cute. 

"Ok, let me ask the boss" One of the adults said, and then walked away. 

Taking advantage of the situation, I approached quickly with a clear intention on mind. "Hey there. I'm Rachel" I introduced myself to the pair in front of me. Although my eyes never left Michael. 

"Hello Rachel. I'm Thomas and this is my son Michael" He said once he noticed his son's lack of interest. 

"Tom! How is it all going?" Glenn asked once he and my dad got closer. 

Like I supposed, there was a problem about how violent the comic was turning out. What did surprise me, was that no one mentioned the fact that a little kid imagined that violence in the first place. 

The adults were discussing about it, so I finally made my move, "Hey, are you planning in doing the whole farm storyline? I ask because I wasn't really a fan of that part in the TV show" I said with a mischievous smile. 

I totally caught him off guard. His expression transformed quickly from irritating and expressionless, to one full of surprise and I even dare to say relief too. 

"Come with me" He simply said after a while, and walked towards one corner of the room. I signaled my father where I was going and then followed him. 

"So another one has appeared" He said playfully when we reached a 'safe' spot. 

"Why are you trying to act like I didn't surprise you? Your face before was pure gold" I joked. 

"Ha ha, a funny one I see" He said, adopting a more serious expression. "Let's drop the act. Why are you here?" 

"Do I need a reason to present myself to you?" I asked back. I wanted us to have talked casually for a longer period of time before we started with business. But he obviously had other plans. 

He just sighed with a tired expression at my words, "Well, let me present the situation from my perspective first, so we'll both are in the same place" He said with a low tone that totally didn't match his boyish looks. 

"I don't know how many reincarnated people there are. And I suspect, given the people I'm aware of, that we all were born around the same year... What I do know, is that we have a big opportunity to succeed thanks to our bast knowledge of future inventions. But like the kids we are, we are limited in our actions... So, the entertainment industry turned out to be the best alternative for us to tackle. Comics, books, tv shows, music. There's a lot of possibilities... "

"I'm aware of that. In fact I'm planning to make a certain story on my own. Which, as you could have guessed, is the principal reason of my presence here" I said with a small smile.  

"That's cute" He smirked, but it didn't last long before his serious expression returned "...In my case, once I realized the situation I was in, all I could think of was to make this one property I loved and make it my own. Give it my own spin if you may...But I was late" 

That sucks, I really hope that doesn't happen to me. And considering that 'Harry Potter' is very popular, it could happen at any time. 

"What was the property you wanted to make?" I asked. I didn't want to pry, but my curiosity was bigger. 

"Star wars" He admitted, "A girl named Carla presented the idea earlier to other comic publisher" 

I completely forgot about that one. It will be hard to make it popular at this time though. And introducing it with a comic instead of a movie, will make it even more difficult. 

"Do you know of others like us?... Besides Carla I mean" I was curious, and he seemed to know more than me about the others. 

"So you really want to join the fun, huh?" Michael said, while he genuinely smiled for the first time. "Well you're in luck, thanks to my father I was able to get to know about most of the competition... 

There's this unknown girl, who I believe will participate in a kid show. But she's going with the music route, so I'm not that interested about her.

Miguel, who I discovered recently, is writting 'The chronicles of Narnia'. Although I been told that it will take him some time to finish.

And the worst of all, even more so than Carla, is this guy who doesn't know how to take it easy. Samuel..."

Samuel Bane, a guy who was just a normal 23 year old in another life, was living in a new world with his memory intact. 

The new world is almost exactly the same as the one he lived before, except that the period of time was similar to the mid 80's that he knew by the movies and tv shows he watched.

This story will focus on how Sam enters the entertainment business. Getting his works published and meeting new people on his way towards an unheard level of success. 

The concept of the story has inspiration in "I'm really a super star", but it's nothing alike.


> Currently I'm posting a chapter every Tuesday.

To begin with, I should start with information regarding the start of my life. I was born in a white, brick building, much like a hospital. To be completely honest I don't really remember much of the place, except for the fact that the interior was glossy white and that it had the faint scent of disinfectant. One thing that was certain was that it was not a hospital, and that the place was not located anywhere on the guide book of the districts within the dome. Which also made me wonder, were my memories of my early childhood purposely jumbled up, or did they have a reason why that little white building, no, the entirety of District 7, was denied existence on the map?

 It was the year 2181, a relatively normal year in the dome, where hundreds of kids would have been born. No significant inventions or discoveries were made, an utterly unremarkable year. But later on this year would go down in history as the most infamous, for the birth of a certain child, for which I will talk about later.

In reality the building was located at the edge of District 7, near a bunch of derelict factories. Perhaps it was even converted from one of those. District 7, adjacent to district 6 and 1, unlike all the other districts inside the dome was a bit special. On the map, it is put down as uninhabited, and yet here I was, calling it home. For as long as I can remember, I've never had parents, then again neither did Darren or Hannah, and most likely all the other kids in Cransfield and all the other schools.

Afterwards I was moved to a centre in the middle of District 7, called the "House". Many things about the House, and my entire upbringing could be summed up as strange, but I guess I never really noticed, I was always too busy playing. Like every other kid, nothing apart from play ever crossed my mind, I was too obsessed to ever, focus on anything else. 

District 7 was one of the larger districts within the dome. It was created to house about 1000 people, about a tenth of the Dome's population. The outer circle of District 7 was a series of abandoned factories, covered in inches of dust and soot, from years of neglect. This was where the facility was located. The middle of District 7, consisted of several buildings, all of which were stone cold, and dripping with ominous feelings every time we walked past. But yes, indeed the "House" was located there. All the other buildings in the district were empty, devoid of life. We lived in this ghost town. Hannah, Darren and I. 

By the way, The Dome consists of eight districts, numbered 0 to 7, in a circular shape, spreading out with a radius of 100 km. At the very centre of it is the "Central Business District", or "District 0", where most of the adults with high paying, white collared jobs, would take the bullet train from their districts every morning, and return in the evening after a hard day of work. District 0 was filled with skyscrapers, and cramped to the brim, bustling with the wealthiest in society. 

District 1 and 5 were agriculture districts, the horizon which seemed to stretch out endlessly was filled with the image of cows frolicking in meadows and rows upon rows of wheat and rice paddies. Districts 1 and 5 were always the places they took us on school trips. 

Districts 2 and 3 were seaside districts. They were the ideal location for "romantic" vacations, and "honeymoon" locations. The difference between districts 2 and 3 however was that District 2 was a fishing district that relied mostly on their seafood industry, and it was much more budget friendly than the luxurious paradise resorts of District 3. Boasting a most beautiful skyline, impeccably white sands, and crystal clear, turquoise water, District 3 was as ideal as you could get. Only the filthy rich could afford to live there. And it was where Shaftsburg, one of the only 3 educational facilities was located. 

District 4, was as plain as you could get. It was inconspicuous so nobody was ever drawn to it, but its presence was something very calming, in the midst of a frenzied society. Not surprisingly, this district was where normal (or what you could call normal in this society) people lived, as well as where the Cransfield Boarding School was located. It was simply a patch of green with buildings scattered. 

District 6 and 7 were the factory and industrial districts, except that due to technical advances in the last few decades District 7 had been mostly abandoned. Rumours had it that District 6, was being used as a research facility, but those rumours were quickly to be disproven. District 6 was also home to another School, the International School of Industrial Arts. 

I only found out this almost a decade after I graduated from Cransfield, but apparently The Dome, is located somewhere along the north-west coast of Europe. At school we were never taught this. Can you believe that! We were so in the dark, we didn't even know where we were located. Apparently information on the "Old World" is irrelevant. On our continent alone, there are 4 other colonies like this, inside a plastic hemisphere, illuminated under a holographic sky, with people equally ignorant. 

Currently only 10 000 people exist in the dome. And from a young age we were forbidden to leave. 

"Why, Beth, why aren't we allowed to, why can't we leave this sheet of plastic?" I questioned our guardian, innocently, being the naive 4 year old child I was. 

"Because the outside world is a dangerous place." She replied, while gently tucking me in to bed, smiling gently. Her soft hazel eyes etching into my memory. Beth was one of the carers assigned to us. She was my favourite, she would rarely yell, lose her temper or even raise her voice. Something about the soft, mysterious way that she spoke enthralled me. Her long braided hair fell over her shoulders. 

"But why?"

"Layla, dear, have you heard of respiratory diseases?"

 I shook my head. My bangs, predominantly parted to one side, shook with me.

"Well in the outside world, dust particles are extremely large due to a mutation in the composition of dust particles. This in turn has evolved native flora and fauna to suit the environment better. Radioactive particles, remaining from the Great Nuclear War, or World War 3 are still present in the air." She paused for a second, thinking about a simpler way to put it for a child. "So, it's not safe for us."

At that time, although I didn't understand much of what she said, I admired her. For telling a child like me the truth, well it was a half truth anyways. What so many adults had failed to do. 

"Anyways, Layla, it's time for you to go to bed".

My face dropped in disappointment, I wanted to know more about the immense world outside.

"Wait, Beth, I have one last question before bed, please", I begged.

I knew that Beth had a weakness for children who begged while pouting their lips, so I exploited it.

"Alright." She agreed hesitantly.

"Why is it that children in books, don't live like us?"

She was visibly taken aback by my question, and for the first time she had faltered while trying to answer my question. I could feel the stirrings of fear within her, accompanied by an insurmountable sadness. 

Her answer, although not intentional, was more like a reflex. She muttered softly.

"Because we aren't normal."

For a split second her dark pupils dilated, after realising what she had just said. Her delicate hands simultaneously slammed onto her lips.

My jaw dropped when I heard the response, although I didn't understand what it meant at the time. What did she mean we weren't normal? We weren't some mutant ant monsters. Something in my stomach felt sick, like an instinct, and because of that dreaded premonition, I didn't dare question further. In that moment I was so sure of my impending death, had I not kept my mouth shut. 

Later on that night, as I was on my way to the bathroom, I heard Beth's desperate sobs. 

"I wish I could've loved those children normally." I couldn't help but wonder, what had she done wrong? What did she mean? Of course she loved us, so why was she saying that? I panicked and, within me, I had the desire to walk up to Beth, give her a big hug and tell her that we loved her and that whatever she was feeling it was okay. But I didn't go up and comfort her. I was too afraid to do that. So I just pretended that I didn't hear anything.

The next morning Beth was back to normal, telling us stories, cuddling some of the younger kids, with the same dreamy expression in her hazel eyes. No one noticed a difference, regarding her attitude towards us, except for me. To me her smiles seemed more forced, and in her eyes a patch of sadness could be spotted. No perhaps it was always there, we just never noticed. From then until our graduation from the House, Beth could be seen looking at us with fear and pity. We grew distant from Beth since then. I never contacted the House after moving to Cransfield. 

It was only years later that I was informed about Beth's death. Perhaps if we tried to understand her better then she wouldn't have taken her own life. Anyways, I will explain about this matter later on. Let's get back to my childhood. 

One of my earliest memories that I can recall, was the time where Darren, Hannah and I, for the first time left District 7. Of course we weren't supposed to, but I remember begging them very hard, to the point of emotional blackmail. At that point they were visibly embarrassed and had no choice but to go.

As I close my eyes, I can recall the scene as vividly as yesterday. 

We were standing on the hilltop, on the border between District 6 and 7. A crimson sunset, was dawning on us. We lay down on the moist, jungle-green grass, simply observing the beauty of it all. It was the first time that we had seen anything so majestic, up close, and between the three of us we wanted to treasure it for as long as we could. 

"See." I murmured almost breathless from the view. "The risk paid off."

"Yeah." 

I could see that Hannah was spellbound by it  from the way her eyes glittered with admiration. Perhaps we all were. 

Then Darren broke the wonderful illusion that we were under. Out of all of us, he was the most awestruck when he first saw the blood sunset. But he was also the first to break out of that trance.

"But it's not real."

Out of our trio, Darren was always the one who brought up heavy words, like "artificial" and "real". And for some reason, every time he did, it always upsets me. This time was no exception. So what if our sunset was fake, so what if the sun, moon and stars were fake, so what? As long was we were real, why did those things matter? 

I bit my lip, in an attempt to conceal my unjustified frustration. 

"Darren, you know, who's to determine what's real and what's artificial? You? Me?" I questioned in a desperate attempt to stop him from discussing this topic any further. He didn't take the hint.

"No, but it's clear that this sunset, is just a hologram cast by the weather team from inside the dome. So it's obvious that it's fake." He looked me in the eyes, his piercing green eyes, etching into mine. For a moment I was mesmerised by them, by their faint glow, and some other quality that cannot be expressed into words. I grimaced, because he had just made the topic more difficult to avoid. 

"No but if I'm real, and if I think what I'm seeing is real, then it becomes reality for me." I didn't think of how stupid that sounded, when I spoke those words. That was a logical fallacy. 

For normal 6 year olds, a conversation, like the one that we had just shared may have seemed impossible, but we weren't normal 6 year olds. No we were anything but normal compared to the standards of the old society. Beth was right.

Darren was about to open his mouth again, when Hannah interrupted us.

"Whether it is real or not, is it important?" She snapped at us. "You guys are ruining the mood, and you'll come complaining to me later about not getting a better look at the sunset."

She was right. The scarlet sunset was starting to turn darker and eventually fade into night. And the two of us shut up for the rest of the evening, to witness the last moments before the sun fully set.

 Although my mouth was tightly sealed my thoughts were running rampant. What was it to be real? What was the difference between being real and fake? A hundred years from now, would people still remember me? Would my children, and my children's, children forget about me completely? If they did, what proof did I have that I existed? Who's to say that I did exist? That I was real, and had a place in this world at one point in time. That I was a flesh and blood human. None. 

What was real? The realisation dawned on me. If no one remembered my existence, my legacy, would I still be real? For the rest of that week I pondered about the concept of "real". I finally understood a portion of what Darren had been thinking of all this time. Somehow, for the first time I realised how small and insignificant I was in the big picture. The thought of not existing, as absurd as it sounds now, continued to consume me.

Everyday, as Layla heads home from her office, the artificial sky above her head reminds her of her school days. For some reason a girl called Kim is present in those memories. The strange thing is that Layla cannot even recall Kim's face, and yet what is this painful feeling that fills Layla's chest every time she is reminded of Kim?


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I understand that this isn’t your typical web novel content but I really wanted to share this. Please bear with me if it gets a little dry because this is my first time writing. If you don’t like it feel free to drop by some constructive criticism, and if you really hate it, that’s okay, you can find something else you enjoy. Not everyone likes the same things. If you want to read ahead you can find some chapters on wattpad. It’s called the same thing and my username on wattpad is imweebtrash XX.


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