Sorry if the words don't match, because I'm still learning English

sorry because I dropped this novel, when I read this original novel I knew that I was going the wrong way, so I dropped this novel and made another if I had the chance.

English is not my first or second language. I am still learning since 2010...

"Dragon Heart" is one of the top-rated Wuxia LitRPG novels in Russia.

The author has been writing the story for only two and a half years, however, it already has 1400 chapters spanning 15 books. The whole story is planned out and will have over 2000 chapters and 20 books.

The Russian version has been read over 20,000,000 times.

This story has made Mr. Klevanski the #1 author on the 4 biggest self-publishing sites in Russia.
From December of 2018 till now, "Dragon Heart" was being translated into English and published chapter by chapter on several American sites.

Within a month, the story became popular with foreign readers and caused quite a stir.
On Royal Road, it was holding the top spot in trending fictions and gathered more than 2000 followers.
On Creative Novels, it's being followed by over 1500 readers.
Webnovel received the book warmly and the readers are eagerly waiting for new chapters. I hope you'll like the story, too.


Here on RR I publish a chapter by a chapter of the new books in the process of its translation. From the beginning and up to the release date.

At the date of release the chapters are to be deleted because the books are FREE in Kindle Unlimited.

You can read the whole series here:

 

BOOK I: STONE WILL

BOOK II: IRON WILL

BOOK III: BLOOD WILL

BOOK IV: SEA OF SAND

BOOK V: SEA OF SORROW

In the first book, Hadjar lost it all. His body ruined, parents dead, and his title of Prince replaced by a slave collar. It seemed like Primus had deprived him of everything.
But no one can take away a man's will to fight. Even if his heart turns into a bleeding stone due to endless grief and suffering, it won't matter.
The most important thing was that he still had the will to go on. The thought of taking revenge on his family's murderers gave him the strength to survive.
After receiving a piece of the mighty Dragon's heart, he regained his strength and enlisted in the army, where he made real friends and fought by their side in many battles. He started harnessing his new power and acquiring great knowledge.
Hadjar has already had many adventures, but this is only the beginning of his great journey, full of magical mysteries, palace intrigues, epic battles, tempestuous love and the cultivation of his power...

"Dragon Heart" is one of the top-rated Wuxia LitRPG novels in Russia. The author has been writing the story for only one and a half years, however, it already has 1100 chapters spanning 12 books. The whole story is planned out and will have over 2000 chapters and 20 books. The version in Russian has been read over 10,000,000 times.  This story has made Klevanski the  #1 or #2 author on the 4 biggest self-publishing sites in Russia. Right now, "Dragon Heart" is being translated into English and published chapter by chapter on several American sites. 

HERE ON RR IS PUBLISHING THE THIRD BOOK OF THE SERIES. 

You can buy the 1st books on Amazon or read it for free in Kindle Unlimited.

Arc 1:

BOOK I: STONE WILL

BOOK II: IRON WILL 

BOOK III: BLOOD WILL 

Arc 2:

BOOK IV: SEA OF SAND

BOOK V: SEA OF SORROW

Arc 3:

BOOK VI: LAND OF MAGIC

BOOK VII: LAND OF DEMONS

 

Description

He was born anew in a world where martial arts were indistinguishable from magic. He’d only received a neuronet and meaningless desires from his past life. What lies ahead? He’d dreamed of adventure and freedom, but those dreams were taken away from him. The same way his mother, father, and sister had been taken away. They took his Kingdom, they even took his destiny. But he is willing to wage a war, against the whole world if need be, to bring everything back. Even if a whole army opposes him, his sword won’t waver. Even if the Emperor sends entire legions against him, his step won’t falter. Even if demons and gods, heroes and villains alike, unite against him, he won’t bend to their will. His own will is iron itself, unstoppable. His name is Hadjar and he heeds the call of the dragon heart within him. 

This novel contains uncensored scenes of battle that may or may not include depictions of violence and gore. Read it at your own risk.

 

"Hello, Yang Lin, nice to meet you." Qiao Nan looked at the soldier with an encouraging look in her eyes. The soldiers learned how to say 'nice to meet you' in English. "Since I said the greetings first, when you return the greetings and say that you are very happy to see me as well, you have to add a 'too' at the end of the sentence. Alright, this is how foreigners introduce and greet each other when they meet. All of you are doing very well. Now you know how to make a self-introduction in English."
Everyone was stunned. English was as simple as this. Was this a self-introduction?
"Alright, now let's say our greetings to each other. You should say hello and introduce yourself. Let's start."
English was something new to the soldiers. In general, people would be naturally curious and interested in new things. Besides, it was not very difficult to converse in simple sentences, and it sounded quite easy to learn. They did not need to practice with other teachers or feel burdened to have to practice it with their comrades whom they trained with every day. In just five minutes' time, everyone could speak fluently using the two simple sentences that they learned. 
"Very good." After getting into the momentum, Qiao Nan became more and more relaxed. She continued to ask the soldier whom she taught just now. "Do you still remember how I addressed you just now?"
The soldier who got the answer correctly just now was confident. He tried to say the word in English, "Brother?"
"Yes, that's it. Make a guess, what does it mean?"
The soldier frowned. "Elder brother?"
"You are very smart. All your guesses are correct!" Qiao Nan encouraged the soldier, boosting his confidence. "Please have a seat. I used another word, 'sister', as well. Can anyone who is my 'sister' stand up please?"
A female soldier tried to make the connection between the sentence Qiao Nan said previously and the word that she mentioned just now. She mustered her courage and stood up. 
"Yes, you are my sister. Let's pronounce the word 'sister' together."
"Sister."
"Great! Everyone, let's try to pronounce 'brother' and 'sister' together. Don't be shy. There are so many of us here. Nobody can tell what the others are saying, so you can go ahead to practice them loudly."
"Look at you…" Lin Yuankang, who watched his disciple from the side, was overjoyed. "She seemed to be nervous just now, but as soon as she started the class, she looks like a teacher. Nonetheless, is the progress too fast?"
Qiao Nan did not know what was going through Lin Yuankang's mind. She went according to her own plan and speed, and proceeded to use the same method to teach them the way to address their family members. "Although I have never been a teacher, I believe that all of you were good students in the past, and will remain so from now on. It is not so difficult to be a teacher, and it's quite fun to teach. This is only the first lesson, but all of you have learned so much today. By tomorrow, all of you will be able to address your extended family in English. In two days' time, you will be able to address all of your family members and relatives in English."
"Hahaha…"
Qiao Nan was humorous and her lesson was interesting and fun. Many of the soldiers in the army liked her lesson. They enjoyed the fun and relaxed learning environment. 
In particular, Qiao Nan encouraged them constantly, giving them the confidence to learn English. They were not as uneasy as before. They no longer felt that given their ability, learning English was an impossible task. 
People were more accepting and willing to learn things that were easy to pick up as they would be able to make huge improvements. Even if they were not totally accepting of English, at the very least, they were not as against it as before.
The purpose of Qiao Nan's class was simple, and that was to help the soldiers be rid of their fear of English.
The atmosphere and attitude toward learning were very important and crucial.
"Okay, that's all for today. I hope everyone can use what we have learned today in your daily life. You should have the chance to address each other as 'brother', 'sister', 'uncle', 'auntie', and even 'grandma' and 'grandpa'." She believed that the people in the army liked to give each other nicknames.
After Qiao Nan said that class was over, all of the soldiers gave her a bow respectfully and left. 
Zhai Yaohui, who had been sitting in the front row and was silent all the while, knitted his eyebrows. Qiao Nan was quite daring to stand in that place and give lessons in front of so many people. The place that Qiao Nan stood at was reserved for the leaders. 
What surprised Zhai Yaohui the most was that Qiao Nan, who was so young, was unexpectedly bold and daring. She had no stage fright and she acted with grace and courage.
Although it was not suitable to use 'veteran' to describe Qiao Nan, her performance today was simply stunning. 
Zhai Yaohui was not concerned about anything else but how Qiao Nan conducted her class just now. She commanded the attention of all the soldiers and was able to control the pace of her lesson as well as creating a good learning environment for the soldiers. This was what Zhai Yaohui was most concerned about. 
For certain skills, once you had mastered them, you would master a hundred.
In the face of such a big occasion, and in front of influential and respected people, Qiao Nan did not have stage fright and was able to rule the stage. It showed that in other major occasions, Qiao Nan also had the potential and possibility to do so amazingly.
Given the Zhai family's status, a lot was expected of them and they were required to attend many important occasions.
As the daughter-in-law of the Zhai family, if one did not have such ability, she would have failed the first requirement and would be crossed out from the list of potential daughters-in-law.
Back then, when Zhai Yaohui married Miao Jing, he was not the chief yet. 
Zhai Yaohui worked his way to the position of the chief of the army through hard work and constant learning and improving. In this way, even though Miao Jing was not the perfect candidate back then, there was time and space for Zhai Yaohui to help Miao Jing along as she learned and improved, till they were on par with each other. 
Zhai Yaohui was not as optimistic as Zhai Sheng to feel that love and marriage was a simple affair between two parties.
What he asked for from the future daughter-in-law of the Zhai family was not that she must come from an influential family. However, once married to the family, the people she would meet and the events that she would have to attend were completely different from what an average daughter-in-law would face. 
Given the Zhai family's situation, whoever married Zhai Sheng would not be able to have the time to learn and improve like what Miao Jing did back then.
Zhai Sheng's situation was different from that of his father. Whoever he married had to have the ability right from the start. 
In short, Zhai Yaohui valued ​​the effort that his future daughter-in-law put in. He did not care about their family background. 
However, one's family background usually indicated one's ability.


Qiao Nan: Crap! I am your biological daughter, yet I am treated as if I was picked up from the streets. In fact, you treat me worse than that!

Mother Qiao: Qiao Nan, you are not as pretty or smart as your elder sister. You are not as blessed as her. You have no right to study, marry, or to have your happiness!

Qiao Nan: Why am I not allowed to study, marry, or to seek my happiness? I will find a man right now and marry him!

Qiao Nan is dumbstruck upon discovering that the man right beside her is a powerful figure in the quad—the person who has the most promising prospects to be the future Chief.

Qiao Nan stares at the well-built man in front of her. He has firm abs and cold, chilling eyes. She swallows the lump in her throat as she says her greetings, "Good Morning, Chief!"

It had been two days since I called Daisy. She had still not called with the information; it was a bit unsettling. 
I also didn't have much to do. I cleaned the house, looked at some of the family pictures from when I was young- which were a very few- played games on odd social networking sites and kept myself from thinking about the black files on my table that I had already read,. It was like they were screaming at me to look at them again.
My mind wandered to too many places. The only thing that could keep it off from the horrid thoughts was my morbid curiosity about Jasper, the person I had to find. So I opened my computer and searched.
Most agents had names that were of significance to them; it was usually what defined them or something they liked. Of course, I was hoping that the person would have significance to the name he gave himself. My father's name had been Tango. . . his favorite dance style, even though he had never been a good dancer. Jasper could be anything. . . What did the name mean?
[In English, the name Jasper can derive either from the Persian name Caspar, meaning 'treasurer,' or the Persian word 'yashp,' meaning 'spotted stone.' It is the name of a semi-precious form of quartz.
Famous Jaspers include Jasper Tudor, uncle to the English King Henry VII, novelist Jasper Fforde and fashion designer, Jasper Conran.
It was the 51st most popular name in Belgium in 2006.]
Then in another tab,
[Jasper, a form of chalcedony, is an opaque, impure variety of silica, usually red, yellow, brown or green in color and, rarely, blue. This mineral breaks with a smooth surface and is used for ornamentation or as a gemstone. It can be highly polished and is used for vases, seals, and at one time, for snuff boxes. When the colors are in stripes or bands, it is called striped or banded jasper. Jasper is basically chert, which owes its red color to iron three inclusive.
The twenty percent of foreign materials determine its color, streak, and appearance.
The Jasper is, along with heliotrope also known as bloodstone, one of the traditional birthstones for March.
In physical therapy, Jasper is used to heal mental stress. It is said to aid in grounding, to give protection, and to help align all the chakras and balance yin-yang energies.]
I hunted for a pad and pen of paper and then scribbled down the newfound information in it. I thought for a second and then dismissed the idea.
I opened a few sites about authenticity and composition, but the most striking thing that came was that Jasper stones were polished to make aristocratic vases sometimes.
Yeah, not very interesting.
I shut the laptop down and stared at the notepad.
I was staring at things an awful lot these days.
I didn't know why I was doing this, myself. I needed time to think through my game plan with Anthony and here I was thinking about this Jasper who may or may not have any significance to his real name or character.
I was probably wasting my time and energy. So I kept everything aside and dragged myself to the bed. I covered myself up with a sheet and then closed my eyes to find some sleep.
Luck was not on my side, apparently. My phone started ringing, and I startled awake. I found it tucked underneath my backside.
'Awkward.'
I picked it up and looked at the number.
Nope. Don't know it.
I picked it up and answered cautiously.
"We need you tomorrow morning, at five." FIVE! "Don't be late." And then I heard the dial tone.
'That bastard, Anthony!'
I smiled to myself in satisfaction. I was going to begin my dream job. I closed my eyes again, the smile still on my face.
Ready or not . . . Here I come.
It was almost four in the morning when I peeped out from under my sheets and looked at the digital clock on my nightstand. My eyes were still heavy with sleep. I'd gotten very little sleep the night before. With the excitement of starting my mission mixed with my obsessive thoughts about the black files, sleep had not come easily to me.
It took me a while to get back to my senses and get ready to leave.
He didn't even tell me where to go! I thought for a moment and then checked my mobile to see who had called last. It was a private number. Damn.
The man was testing me. How the hell was I supposed to reach him by five in the morning if I didn't know where to go? I ran to my room and fired up my computer.
'Shit. Half an hour to go!'
I connected my cell phone to my computer and tried to find out the number.
No. It didn't come out. I racked my mind and tried again. This time I tried to re-dial the number.
'Bingo!'
I pressed the okay button and pulled the phone to my ears.
"Good morning, Mia. How are you doing this fine morning?" I could hear the amusement in his voice. 
He wasn't impressed. It took me too long to get back to him. He probably had expected me to call him back last night, like the asshole he is. He was testing my limits and my emotions were incapacitating me, rendering me incompetent. He was good. He was probably trying to break my will.
Does he suspect something? Maybe.
'I need to find out.'
"You never mentioned where I was supposed to reach," I said in a clipped tone. He chuckled lightly and then sighed.
"You're late." Fuck. "Get to the mansion in ten minutes. I'll be waiting for you there." He hung up.
He sure loved to be rude to people. Every phone call I had heard him take had been the same. 
'Doesn't he want to increase his empire or hold onto it? If he behaves like this with everyone, they would all turn against him and probably kill him one day!'
I didn't think I would ever understand the man. He was a mystery, a mystery I had to unravel in front of the world.
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Mia Vincent only wanted one thing: Kill Anthony Murray. Kill the person who murdered her parents. Only his death would satisfy her thirst for his blood.

When she was assigned the task of infiltrating his gang, she agreed willingly and started plotting the ways to destroy him. Yet she failed... miserably at that. How could she fall in love with a man who caused her so much pain? So. she ran... as fast as the wind, hoping to never see him again.

When Anthony met Mia, he fell in love with her feisty attitude and thirst for adventure. He loved her with every fibre of his being. Yet in his world, loving someone was a risk, a danger to his empire. So, he chose to hurt her... made her stay far away from him. However, he soon realized how important her existence was. He couldn't live without her.

Betrayals. Mobs. Guns. Violence. Will Anthony and Mia survive the wild ride?
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"Are you going to shoot me, baby?"
"Don't tempt me.
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let's start to know about the students who want to learn English fluently and they wants to speak English everywhere. 
so I want write on theirs weakness and strength which is very important or not for learning english.
so just first thing is that is the main weakness about them which is their irragulatory and not to take seriously which is very important for learning that.
and second thing is that the when English tutor teaches them then if they know whatever the teacher teaches them which they know already then students said that I don't want to study it and the teacher teaches want to teach series wise because the some  student know something and some student don't know what the teachers Teach them and that's why the teacher teaches them series wise . so guies I want to advise  one thing is that the problem is your that you don't want to study series wise if you know already you have to study series wise. 
so it is enough for today and  I will write some other reasons in my next chapters . which is incident in my life in begging in English .
I know that thing many wrong sentences in my chapters so I will be sorry if something is wrong .
thank you for reading and I know that nothing man can read it till the end .
thank you again.

[Disclaimer the one who wrote this chapter is the author Sinbi]

Sitting in front of his computer, a sad but sweet song in Korean could be heard throughout the quiet room.

While contemplating between whether or not SinBi wanted to play games or write, a notification suddenly surfaced on Discord.[1]

"DING!"

"Let's play some normals!"[2]

Seeing the message sent by his friend, SinBi replied with one word.

"Later!"

After replying, SinBi tabbed out of Discord onto Google Chrome, preparing to write. However, the situation hadn't ended as he immediately heard a series of 'dings.'

Opening Discord once again, words continuously flooded his screen causing SinBi to stare in stupefaction.

"Now!"

"Now!"

"Play now!"

"You're not busy at all!!"

Relenting, SinBi didn't know whether to cry or not. "Okay, just 1-2 games, I really have something to do!" Immediately sending an angry emoji[3] afterwards.

Logging into League of Legends, SinBi accepted the party invite that he had received upon going online.

Joining the party, he saw 3 of his other friends also online while deciding to join their VC.[4]

"Yo, Yo, Yo!" Entering the call, SinBi promptly greeted his friends while calling his role decisively. 

"Top Lane!"

"Yeah, yeah, we already knew you were gonna go top."

After sorting out their roles, the party of 5 started a match while everyone talked about who's gonna carry or who's gonna be feeding.[5]

SinBi was quiet though because he was trying to play his KPOP on the Rhythm Bot.

As the bot joined and started playing his playlist, his friends immediately whined. "Bro...don't you have any Chinese songs to play? Why is it always KPOP that you're so obsessed with?"

"What, play songs I can understand please! English!!"

"If you wanna listen to your songs so bad, just queue it up, hmph." Not caring about their remarks at all, SinBi focused on the game.

"Camille is teleporting bot, I'm following, continue fighting, we can 3v3."

"Their jungler is in the river, I can come but I'll be late." SinBi's friend A immediately called out.

"Sivir, Sivir, no flash!"

"I have ult, keep chasing."

"Okay stunning in 3, 2, 1!"

One player after another fell on the enemy team by SinBi's team. "Okay, we win! GG!"[6]

Finishing his game SinBi wanted to log off, telling his friends that he had to do something. 

"Okay, that's it for me, cya."

But his friends didn't let him off the hook. "What? You're leaving after we won? Haven't you heard of the phrase 'continue if you're winning?' before?"

"But…" SinBi had no idea what he was going to say as he already knew that he couldn't go write with his friends persuasions. And what was this 'continue if you're winning' phrase? What utter nonsense! Did he not hear of the phrase 'quit while you're ahead' before?!

Okay, letting out a slight chuckle, SinBi had to admit that his phrase was pretty nonsensical too…

"Fine…" Giving in once more, he continued to play.

What was meant to be one game that took about 40 minutes prolonged to hours after hours.

Finally after who knows how long, all his friends had to go as SinBi stretched his body while checking the time. 

10:00PM

". . ." Scratching his eye while blinking a couple more times, SinBi made sure that he was reading the clock correctly.

"Well...crap." It's already this late?!?!

He still had to write, shower, brush his teeth and do some studying…

"Ugh...I'll just write 2 chapters tomorrow. It's fine."

Walking up his stairs to the restroom, SinBi took a shower, brushing his teeth afterwards before studying a bit, becoming sleepy extremely quickly.

Going onto his bed, SinBi quickly dozed off dreaming a bit.

DING DING DING DING

Loud sounds of sirens reverberated through SinBi's room. 

Waking him up, he continued to lay on his bed with his eyes closed while trying to reach and find his phone. 

After stumbling around for a bit, SinBi finally managed to open his phone and shut the alarm off before sleeping again. 

Yet after another 5 minutes, the same type of sounds could be heard once again. 

DING DING DING DING

"Annoying…" Muttering in a soft voice, SinBi finally got up and took a quick shower before scrolling through the notifications on his phone.

This was what he did every day as soon as he woke up, except sometimes he would browse his phone before taking a shower.

"Novel has been updated…"

"Novel has been updated…"

Message from Discord: "Hey are you awake?"

"Webcomic has been updated…"

Clearing it all, he decided to read the newly updated chapters of the novels he was currently reading.

Finishing them all, SinBi played his KPOP playlist once again, learning from his previous mistake not to show himself online on Discord so his friends wouldn't get him to play again. "I have to write no matter what today…"

Opening up Google Docs, SinBi re-read his previous chapter to jog his memory before writing the next one.

Except, he didn't know where to start…

Starting off a new chapter was always confusing for him, questions surfaced on his mind as he wondered how he could go about it.

Pondering for a bit, SinBi thought of a pretty emotional idea for his main character as he started writing.

However once he got into it, SinBi became unsatisfied, erasing the words he wrote down while starting over again.

He does this multiple times and sometimes more than he should, but SinBi would always be satisfied with his writing after a while.

Getting more in-depth into his writing, SinBi did some research over the fan-sites, wikiapedia[7] and digging through old chapters of the original novel to make sure that there were no loopholes with his fan-fiction.

Speaking of this, SinBi didn't understand the hate with fan-fictions at all!

Were fan-fictions not novels? Just because they weren't original ideas doesn't mean that the amount of work placed into writing one was easy. 

Sure there were some novels that weren't up to par, but he knew that his was very good!

He not only spent a long time thinking and writing about his ideas, he also takes a long time thinking of new names for characters, setup and background of how his story was gonna be different while also researching and digging through the original novel's chapters so some of the ideas didn't coincide and make loopholes that were confusing to the readers…

At times, reading some of the original novel's on WebNovel, SinBi would think to himself that he puts way more work than some authors who are writing their own original story…

Sometimes, the truth may not be what it seems.

Just because someone was good or talented at something doesn't designate them as a genius or prodigy…

You wouldn't know how much effort and work they put in behind the scenes...you should always recognize them for their hard work and look beyond the conclusions that you jump to.

Although sometimes they may be true, but most of the times, the truth can oftentimes be shocking.

"Don't lose track of a gem, jumping to glitter."

...…..

Hey guys! SinBi, Rwgey, or Rum here! If you guys don't know me from the Webnovel Discords, I am the author of a fan-fiction novel called 'The Queen's Avatar.'

And as many of you may have guessed, it is a fan-fiction of the novel 'The King's Avatar.'

If you're into video games, I highly recommend the novel!! And maybe you can stop by my novel too. :)

Now with that said, this was the first time I was writing something like this so I hope you guys can bear with the awkward transitions between the third person view.

Still I hope you guys enjoyed my perspective in writing and what I think about the Webnovel community.

While reading, you may notice that there are numbers behind some of the acronyms/words, that was there to define some of the uncommon words/terms that you may not be familiar with, if you are curious and want to know what they mean, here they are!

[1] Discord - Voice Chatting Software/Program. 
[2] Normals - Referring to a game mode inside the video game that was represented in the chapter.
[3] Angry Emoji - The emoji that was used:
[4] VC - Voice Call/Voice Chat. Joining a call with people that requires a microphone to talk into.
[5] Feeding/Carrying - Terms generally used in Gaming, feeding means you're trolling/doing bad. Carrying means you're doing exceptionally well, figuratively, 'carrying your teammates on your back' in the game.
[6] GG - Good Game, generally said after a round or the end of a game as a form of 'good sportsmanship.'
[7] Wikiapedia - Spelled like this on purpose, it's a variation of Wikipedia that gives information on various fan-made pages like 'The King's Avatar.'

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P.S The Cover Drawing is not mine. I just find it nice so I used it. Full credits go to the owner.

My plan was pretty simple but at the same time a bit hard to follow.

Although I'd just received access to my interface there was no stopping people learning about the different statistics ahead of time. Most of them aligned with traditional RPGs I'd read about and were fairly self explanatory, but the one stat that wasn't straightforward was the one I planned on raising.

Aether saturation had to do with how much Aether your body naturally absorbed and held at any given time. The Aether was how humans generated their mana and was also tied into the strength of spells cast with mana. Most of the exact numbers were not exactly common knowledge as those who were capable of wielding great magic were also disgustingly stingy about who they shared the information or training methods with.

There were ways to naturally raise your saturation through various meditation or cultivation techniques, or so I had been told. After spending an entire eight hours sitting outside with my eyes closed and not feeling any changes, I'd given up on that quickly. Looking at the minute amount in my interface now that I could actually measure it didn't reassure me that culviating it was the correct path either.

Everytime a merchant passed through town I would always ask them if they owned any books or knew of the path to power, and it was almost always a bust. However, one of the merchants who'd passed through last spring gave me knowledge that I hadn't heard before.

I approached him when he was at his cooking fire with his guards as they'd elected to stay in Tinyton overnight rather than risk the roads and night. The merchant was an older man with a weathered appearance and greyed hair. I was apprehensive to approach him because it was apparent from a distance that he'd been drinking, but I steeled my nerves and pushed through anyways.

'Those disgusting wizards will never tell you how they gained their power, they all sit up high in their towers and dingle each other and themselves all day rather than help humanity advance.' When first I asked him if he knew anything about wizards, I earned myself a 10 minutes rant about how wizards were the worst of the worst, super cheap, and would try to scam any honorable merchant out of their coin.

Apparently they were all natural hagglers and had higher charisma, allowing them to 'swindle' people out of their goods. From what I'd seen of his prices, the wizards he encountered likely wanted to pay what the goods were worth, not the ludicrous markup his items were sold for. I didn't say that to him though, as he may have knowledge I wanted. Every minute of his drunken babbling had made me want to just walk away, but I didn't and it was a good thing that I hadn't.

'There are other ways though, ways nobody mentions because they wouldn't risk it. You ever hear about how much larger and powerful the mutant beasts are closer to the nerf sites? They soak up the Aether and it empowers them, it even gifts some of them with wisdom and magic.'

'That's all a myth though, everybody knows you can't survive in the nerf sites.' At the time, I'd believed that to be the truth. If somebody could live there then why would they ever leave, what with the entire area being filled with magical power.

'And that is exactly what the people in power want you to think. The most powerful and lucrative dungeons and instances are located near the nerf-sites, and that's how the powerful stay in power. They farm the areas along with their goons and try to keep everyone else out. They say it's for public health, all because some people have adverse effects to the exposure. Eh? Yeah, adverse effects. Some people lose their hair, or a limb, or the coloring in their skin. Or they get a new color, grow more hair in strange places, or extra limbs. You get the point. But it isn't that common I say.'

I stopped listening to his drunken wisdom at that point, knowing that it was going nowhere fast. I'd already gotten what I wanted, my road to power. I realized that even though I'd been told that the areas were unsurvivable, that didn't align with what I'd heard of other tales. Like the origin of the elven race or the dwarves, who came froth from various nerf-sites.

I'd finally figured out what I was going to do, I was going to trek to one of the nerf-sites that wasn't controlled by the government in order to gain power. The journey would be dangerous, and there was a high likelihood of my dying, but it was what I wanted out of life. So began my training with the hunters of the village, learning how to live off the land and follow tracks. I'd even learned how to wield a weapon from the town guard and exchanged one of my first kills for a poor quality salvaged spear.

Most of the weapons the village owned were of poor quality, due to our being located nowhere near any mountains or major mines. Instead we created our armour and weaponry from melting down the dead metal carriages of ages past that were located along the paved roads.

I went back home and packed the road rations I'd prepared in the coming weeks, dried grain biscuits and smoked jackalope. The jackalope had been a lucky kill, usually the deer-rabbit hybrids were far too fast to catch with a spear but I'd managed to find one that had been injured by another wild animal and stole the kill. The pelt had been sold to the tanner and I used the coin to buy a new bag to carry my belongings in and a waterskin.

After I stowed several changes of clothing, the food, spare cloth to be used as bandages, and several other essentials in my bag, I made toward to field to say goodbye to my parents.

They'd known for some time that I had no intention of sticking around in Tinyton, but I hadn't yet told them where I was headed. Truth be told I wasn't even sure of where I would go, just that I would be going west. Away from the government, and way from the shithole called Florida. West, toward my destiny. Toward wealth, power, land unsettled, and magic.

I found my father where I thought I would, just outside the outskirts of the village, although my mother was nowhere in sight. They were doing their best to finish off the crop of bell peppers and potatoes before the first frost set in, and spent most of their days ripping out the rampant weeds that sucked life from the area and spending what little mana they had to grow crops.

I approached my father and he looked up at me before returning to funnel his mana into the pepper bush, trying to encourage it to bloom again. I decided to help and spent my mana on [Weak Growth]. The effect was almost instantaneous as the magic drained from me and left my arms feeling weak and my head lightheaded. 9 of my 10 available mana sprung forth from my fingers and reinvigorated the plant, causing it to bloom and even grow a single small pepper from the end of one of the branches.

"Eh. Good one son." My father was a proud man. He had once been apart of the town's guard until he hurt himself fighting off a wave of beasts. He didn't talk much about his past, and was a very quiet man more content to farm his fields than attend a dinner party. We were a lot alike in that aspect, both very unsocial. "I don't suppose you've changed your mind?"

"I'm afraid not, Father. I'm dropping by to say goodbye, where is Mom?"

"Laura is away with the Jackson brothers collecting water."

"Do you know how long she will be?"

"A couple minutes longer than you'll be here, if my guess is correct."

Ahh, so that's how it was. My mother was a very timid woman and had been vehemently opposed to my leaving town. We had a falling out almost a week back that ending in screaming and yelling about whose right it was to leave or stay. She told me that if that was the way I was going to be, than I was no son of hers. The last thing she'd said to me was good riddance.

"Right… I thought she may have changed her mind and would want to see me off. Guess I'll be going then."

"Wait." My father shocked me by pulling me into a heavy embrace that lasted longer than usual, "You need to stay safe, you hear me? I know what it is like to feel wonderlust, I didn't always live here after all. Just… If things get too tough, know that you're still welcome here. Laura is going to regret everything she said to you, and regret not seeing you off, but she loves you, okay son? Where are you heading."

"West." He released me from the hug and held me at arms length. Then, with a final pat on both my shoulders and a nod of his head, he said goodbye. I looked away before wiping away the tears that had collected in my eyes and strode off toward the western edge of town, taking a short break to grab my spear where I'd stashed it away from my Mother. I didn't put it past her to hide my weapon in order to try and convince me to stay.

I found my chosen path of Us 98, a road labeled by the past generations that was referred to these days as Westway, and set out with spear in hand and hopes in my heart.

For several years now, humanity has known and accepted that we would be the cause of our own extinction. Thanks to all of the effort we've put into improving weapons to kill each other since the beginning of time, there was never any other way we were going to go other than mutually assured destruction.

Long story short, some people just don't know when to stop pushing buttons, pun intended, and the world has ended in fire. Human kind finally pulled the trigger and decided that 'You know what? Living kinda sucks, lets all die real quick.'

This story follows a young man named Lucas Cob who was born a few generations later as he attempts to find himself in the new world. The world that emerged from the fire, born anew.

With final exams looming closer Yukio firmly pushed the scandal aside. Besides, apart from their English teacher most of the school staff had been surprisingly quiet about Urufu's and Kuri's rumoured night-time activities.
Now he sat in the inner room of the Stockholm Haven café which had been fully converted into their new club-room just in time for the cessation of all club activities in preparation of their exams.
Noriko sat together with Kuri going through math problems with the famous model turned slut. By their side Sango-chan and Kyoko ran through the same problems but at a distinctly higher pace and without Noriko's help.
"And this one?" Ryu asked from Yukio's right.
"Same. Look, if you replace the numbers with letters it's a lot easier to detect the pattern," Urufu said.
"Pattern?" That was Nori-kun, and Yukio noted how another two club-members congregated around them to follow Urufu's explanation.
'Now this is just hysterically funny,' Yukio thought. Urufu the flunky teaching math. 'But he's not really a flunky is he? Didn't he have a college exam from engineering?'
"Yes, by token substitution you'll be able to immediately identify equalities on both sides and remove them. Clears the real problem from excess data. See the pattern now?" Urufu said and crossed out almost a third of the information on the whiteboard.
Yukio watched him leave the white-board and walk over to the one where another group were struggling with English. Despite bombing that topic on his midterms virtually every club-member knew his English knowledge was superior to what any teacher at school could muster.
'And I think you have a better grasp of Japanese history than I do by now. What kind of study monster are you?'
Truth be told the only thing that kept Urufu from popping up on the wall was his written Japanese. By now Yukio recognised the difference when Urufu spoke about or listened to the material they had to study compared to when he was forced to rely on his reading skills.
'And you're closing that gap as well. It's scary how much better you are at reading and writing now.'
Kuri was the same. Even though she paled in comparison to Urufu, her Japanese had improved by huge strides since summer. That realisation made Yukio a bit uncomfortable. He hadn't known how important the preferred language was for grading other subjects.
'Would I look like an idiot if I had to go to school abroad? Or even Noriko?' Yukio pushed the last thought away. Noriko failing exams was ludicrous. She was one of the best freshmen at Himekaizen after all, with results that probably placed Todai within reach of her aspirations.
In the background he heard Urufu's strangely melodic explanation when he gave examples in Japanese for the English text they were analysing. Whenever he read a sentence aloud for the group to hear the correct pronunciation Kuri interrupted him with a laugh and read it twice. As far as Yukio understood she delivered one version in some kind of British English and then in American English.
Urufu grimaced but never protested. Instead he told his group they should listen to Kuri because her spoken English far surpassed his.
"How good is she?" Yukio shouted when he tired of Urufu belittling himself.
Everyone by the whiteboard turned, and Yukio saw Kuri glance at Urufu rather than the one to blame for the interruption.
"Depends," Urufu said. "As for pronunciation she bulldozes right over me. There's no comparison."
"Depends?" Kuri said to test the waters.
"Well, I'd guess your vocabulary is between half to two thirds of mine. What's your take?"
"Spoken, close to ten thousand words," Kuri suggested and grinned.
"Damn! You're just as good as I suspected."
"And you? Native level is around fifteen thousand."
"Native college level, yeah. I'm above that average."
Kuri's eyebrows shot up. "What kind of vocabulary do you have?"
"The tests couldn't measure above sixteen thousand, so I don't really know."
Kuri palmed her face. "He killed the test. Why am I not surprised?"
"What tests?" Sango-chan asked.
Both Kuri and Yukio shot Urufu warning glares.
"There were some… ah..." Then Urufu must have caught up with the looks he got from the friends who knew about his first life. "Ah, there are proficiency tests, and I took a few before moving here," he finished.
'You took a few before moving here. Well that's one way of expressing it.'
"You took a few tests at college level?"
'You're not out of the woods yet. Think, think!'
It was painfully visible how Urufu tried to come up with a plausible explanation, but in the end he lit up in a bright grin. "I like programming, and most of the literature is in English, so I needed to learn it to read the books."
That had to suffice, and from what Urufu had said earlier it partially explained his knowledge of math.
"But you failed your midterms," came a less than helpful comment from Nori-kun.
Urufu's face clouded over. "I didn't in Sweden," he said in a subdued voice.
"Huh?" That was Nori-kun again.
"Guys," Kuri said. "Here in Japan we're graded on how well we can express our English knowledge in Japanese, but neither Ulf nor I are Japanese. When we translate we usually translate from English to Swedish in our heads."
'And that's a lie,' Yukio thought. 'You both told me you don't translate at all any longer.' Then it struck him why Urufu had lived through such problems with his Japanese, and a moment later Yukio understood how Urufu's spoken Japanese had developed so insanely fast the last months. 'You've stopped translating Japanese as well!'
With that line of thought something clicked inside his head. Suddenly Urufu's explanation of learning models made sense. 'Learn the rules, break the rules, write the rules' Urufu used to say when he tried to describe what he called analytic-synthetic learning or reverse triple loop learning.

If you were transported from this world to another almost identical.

If you were transported from your life to your teenage self.

If you had to restart your life again.

Would you, or would you cling to your memories?


Tags: Japan, Sweden, Tokyo, comedy, drama, high school, Academy, Slice of Life, romcom

This is a Japanese manga/anime -style slice of life high school romance with a splash of sci-fi. In this kind of romance friendship plays a big role compared to your standard western romance. Ensemble cast, so if you only want one main character this is not for you.

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