This is based on real stories happened when I was a kid.

While we were walking, I watched the houses and the street of the village, the houses are mostly made of bamboo, wood and clay. The street is dirt with some gravel, only one car can pass at a time. or carriage? I do not know the exact size of a carriage but it probably fits here.
Then we come to a house in front of a small square, this house has walls, and a guard in front, the gate has a border with several birds on the wood.

"young master" the guard, shirtless and holding a spear, lowers his head in respect.
we entered the villa and went ahead, we found two more guards, until we arrived in a dining room, there is a large table with at least 20 seats in the main corner, sitting in the largest and most ornate chair, is another bald shaolin, but this one has a square beard and a penetrating look. We stand close to the man.
"Father this is the stranger who appeared in the city, he claims to be a literature professor, who got lost in the sea"

he nods and says in a booming voice
"can sit next to me, Heiyu Chu." and then he looks at me, I feel a chill, I'm not sensitive at all to the energies of qi or mana, but still I know he's a strong person.
"Foreigner, feel at home tonight, you became famous the moment you entered the village. Sit at the other end of the table" this place looks more like one of those rooms of the "last kingdom" series or "Vikings". So he talks loud
"call the rest of the family and bring the food"
By the door that we enter, arrive 4 other bald men, 6 women, 3 teenagers (all male) and 4 children. all sit in their respective places, the children are close to me, and they stare at me curiously. The adults try to disguise, but they are also curious about my existence.
"Family, this is the foreigner who has just arrived in our village, we will shelter him today and we will listen to his stories ..." while he spoke two women and a man, wearing very simple and yellow clothes, enter holding several plates of food, basically seafood and soups. then the patriarch Heiyu says in a mandatory tone and looks closely at me "entertain us tonight ..." he looks at his son at his right who whispers something and then continues "yes ... entertain us this night Mortal Marc Aliumregem" the table is quiet. one of the teenagers, smirk.

I try not to lose my posture, for a second I even felt fear, but quickly I remembered my powers, as much as I am immortal they can still hold me for a long time, of course if I do not use my system of prizes , but I do not want to use it to get out of trouble. obviously I do not want to relate to these people, but I think it's going to be inevitable.
I take a deep breath and start telling them about my fake trips to the sea
"We were fleeing from the English navy, the most powerful nation in the region, but with Captain Jack Sparrow it is impossible for them to catch us ... In a marine city, the English ambushed and even though we were out of reach, Captain Sparrow did a crazy plan that only he would think is possible ... and against all expectations we managed to escape with an English ship hahaha! " Everyone is excited about my stories, I'm always taking breaks and stuffing a bunch of food into my mouth, but suddenly one of the Shaolin men shouts at me to continue the story "... this is all our adventures in the sea, in the end, Captain Sparrow can not win against Calypso, and in the wrath of the woman, the ship was destroyed, and we, all cast into the sea, with our fates tied the waves of the ocean"
after almost 3 hours telling a lot of lies ... stories ... they seem satisfied, the children are struggling to hear me but they are beginning to lose to the sleep. The teenagers are already drunk with the wines and adults satisfied with the food.
I ate more than enough, unfortunately on my side of the table there was no wine, so I'm still sober ... HEY Wolwerine gets drunk? I do not know....

"Marc, you are a good Mortal, I give you permission to be the teacher of the children of the Heyiu house. From tomorrow you are one of mine, call me chief kun. Welcome to Heyiu village!"
"Heyiu"
"Heyiu"
"Heyiu"

all the shaolin raise the glasses and drink everything at once. I do the same with my glass of water.
after dinner I am taken to a small room with a desk and a bed and a chest, unfortunately the window is not facing the sea, but a lot of the moonlight can enter.

Follow Marc and his subordinates, in the construction of his empire. A immortal man, gifted by god which a system he has ALL control. He will trying everything that he can to use his infinite power, and have fun wen constructing his Empire!

Life never came easily for Dino.
Everything he did would 99 percent of the time fail.
Everyone he cared for would abandon him, in one way or another.
Money would pretty much run off on its own, somehow.
The only thing that came easy to Dino was dying.
But for all the times Dino died, he would never stay dead.
His death count at the time he was twenty one had already hit seven.
Doctors would always say what a miracle it was, the fact that he'd revive himself from death every single time but to Dino it was a curse.
The only peace.
The only tranquility. 
The only time he felt like everything would be okay was when he was dead, as odd as that sounds.
The quietness of death was comforting to him.
Don't get me wrong, Dino never tried to kill himself; it was just his bad luck.
Again it was due to his bad luck or just the universe hating him, he could never tell which.
The simple fact about his deaths was his heart, or more accurately a heart condition.
An exceedingly rare heart condition,
How rare you ask?
Only 1 in every 2 billion people have it.
So yeah, it was super rare and Dino was the lucky recipient.
Despite the fact that life had dealt him such a shitty hand, Dino was a good person.
Due to his condition, work wasn't exactly on the table; due to the whole dying thing.
No one would employ him.
But he'd still keep himself busy.
At care homes, helping the elderly.
At the local orphanage, teaching the older children basic maths, English and some history and geography.
For the younger children he'd read stories or make them up.
Stories of gallant heroes, god-like adventures and super powered beings from otherworld's.
It was fair to say that the children, old and young loved him but as did everyone else in his life, they would eventually leave and he'd still be stuck; never going forward or backwards.
Time rolled by.
Dino was 23.
He was still helping out at care homes and at the orphanage.
But the difference between when he was 21 and 23 was simply success.
When he was 22 he had decided to write the stories, he'd told the children over the years down into books and their success exploded.
Selling millions of copies all over the world.
Some had even been turned into movies and comics.
Gaining success similar to the marvel movies and comics.
Fanfiction had even started to be written about them, which Dino had to admit he enjoyed reading.
So let's just say he wasn't short on money.
Despite the fact he was pretty much rolling in cash, he never kept more than he needed.
The money he'd earnt went straight back into the orphanage where all of his stories had originated.
Because of this, he became the orphanages biggest donor and its biggest helper.
The children's lives became better than ever.
They all knew where it came from, their big brother Dino or that's at least what all of them had taken to calling him.
He still read to the younger children and taught the older children which they all seemed to listen to more than their actual teachers.
The only down side to all to the last few years was the fact that Dino's heart condition had become more life-threatening.
How you ask?
Unlike before, where there was only a chance of him dying at any moment; now it was almost a certainty. Although he was safe as long as he didn't physically stress his body, which was pretty simple with his current lifestyle.
Well that's what he thought anyway.

When your luck is so bad you die 11 times by the age of 23. Most people would give up but not Dino. He kept walking forward despite all the obstacles placed before him. Helping people as he went. When he finally died he was given a chance at a new life with some perks. Which he embraced wholeheartedly. Follow him as he journey's in this new world, he now calls home.

There will be at least 3 chp/week 
100 power stones - 1 extra chapter
250 power stones - 2 extra chapters
500 power stones - 3 extra chapters

Hi guys hehe😁this is my first story so the grammar will be not good because you know I hate learning hehe😅😅

If you notice something that needs to be corrected please tell me so that I can correct it🤗

So today all of you will be my teacher in English😅

And by the way this is an original story, I'm just telling you because some people hate original stories😓

And I hope for those who hate original stories can love original stories soon😍

There are also part of this chapter that is not suitable for children under 18 years old👻

So prepare a room that no one will ever see you reading this hehe😏😈

Just kidding hahaha😂😂

I hope you vote for my story every time you like reading every chapter not just leave it huhu😭

Just kidding you can vote or not vote whenever you read every chapter I'm not a pushy person hehe😚

Well, see you later😁
Enjoy reading, readers hehe😏

#(I can't even see all of you and I'm saying "see u later😅" well, that's called magic hehe😁)



Jeanette amstern was always called special and lucky. This of course was without a doubt. The only unlucky thing to happen was to never happen to her but to her first child. Her parents always told her to never have children but she couldn't help wanting children when she met Matt for the first time. She felt a connection but also a dread which she never understood.

Seph was born March 12th, 1988.
Jeanette's whole family disowned her for having a child let alone with a man she met in college. She didn't care though she was happy but something felt off after seph was born for years on end she was always on alert. Feeling like her baby was being watched but never finding what it was.

She eventually went to therapy for it once he went to kindergarten but felt more scared for him as he got older. She explained this to her now husband Matt and he understood that something was truly wrong and promised they would do everything to make sure whatever the problem would never affect Seph. This resulted in all field trips, sleepovers, and anything out of their line of vision was prohibited.

Seph loved his parents but never understood why he was never allowed to go do anything but he could feel that this was needed. So to fill the time he began to write stories about anything. The stories were filled with so much detail and emotion that everyone praised him over the work. He started writing songs as well and could really feel himself in his work. Like it was apart of who he was.

2005- 8 am 
Seph sat in school he was currently 17 and was a junior in high school in a town that no longer has any specific name in Canada.

As of right now his English teacher droned on about an island off the coast of the town called Fogo island where they would talk a field trip to so that they could enjoy the view and the history of the island.  Seph wouldn't be able to go but everyone was being passed a permission slip and he felt something very weird. He felt that if he didn't go to this field trip he would miss everything of high school he needed to go not matter what.

Seph wanted to go on a field trip for a long time but was never allowed to until junior year of high school. Now he has to understand maybe it was for the best he didn’t go.

After a few minutes of reading, Ms. Lei finally looked up at Tayaw in a new light. Noticing that Tayaw must have been standing for a long time while she was reading, she embarrassingly said "Oh, for f*ck's sake, brat. You should have at least asked if you can sit somewhere. Whatever. Drag that monobloc chair over there here, and sit down."
After Tayaw finally sat in front of Ms. Lei's table, Ms. Lei continued to talk to him. "Alright, let me print out a list of the names of the available agents I know personally. You can also state my positive evaluation of your work to these agents. They should at least not ignore you once they hear of my name. I'm also doing you a favor of including the names of the agents I know that are competent and are veterans in the industry." Ms. Lei said as she printed out a piece of paper and passed it to Tayaw. Tayaw accepted it with a smile. This was a huge favor to him by Ms. Lei. From the things he heard, it's really actually hard to make an agent notice a talent, and even harder to even make them interested in working for someone. He heard it talked about many times during his time with the Percussive Corrections. Many of their colleagues and fellow musicians took months, even years looking for agents, only to no avail. Even if one found an agent, it was just a tiny step in starting their careers in the show business. So with Miss Lei giving Tayaw permission to use her name, it will immediately eliminate many difficulties in trying to find an agent.
"I noticed a copyright symbol on the page after your title page. Publishers usually do the copyrighting of the books on their authors' behalf. Did you not know this?" Ms. Lei started chatting with Tayaw. She found Tayaw interesting and wanted to find out more about the young man. Tayaw, meanwhile, was surprised that publishers actually do the copyrighting, but hearing Ms. Lei's positive review of his manuscript, he did not regret copyrighting the fairytales himself.
"I was actually told by a friend, who is also an avid reader, to copyright my work if I'm planning to self-publish. I just don't have the money to publish my book myself." Tayaw replied, making up an imaginary friend.
"Well, a copyright is indeed beneficial. He must have liked your book too, to suggest you to self-publish. I also liked your book, and with its quality and it's immediately digestible originality, there's no telling if someone gets greedy especially the smaller publishing houses." Ms. Lei nodded. She at first scoffed at the copyright symbol in Tayaw's manuscript when she saw it, but when she immersed herself in the stories within, she found that the copyright symbol is indeed a good precaution against people who will have ideas on stealing Tayaw's work.
"Your title page says 'Vol. 1', are you planning to writing more? Or do you already have more stories in stock? " Ms. Lei switched the topic to Tayaw's book. "I do have a few more ideas stuck in my head, I just haven't had the time to write and polish them down." Ms. Lei was surprised at Tayaw's response. The manuscript has around 400 pages, each story having 3 to 5 pages; it means that Tayaw has written at least 30 stories. "You're impressive, young man! You also wrote your book in English. That tells me you're ambitious enough to dream of selling your books internationally. If a publishing firm picks up your book, I suggest you also release a version in our Teungebian language." She was also impressed at Tayaw writing in English. She herself, who loved books and hopped across many jobs in the industry, knew how hard it is translate books into English; much more write books in the language.  
Tayaw, on the other hand, was feeling guiltier and guiltier by each compliment. Yes, he can write well in English, but he knew himself he was not creative enough to write these stories by himself. But what can he do? The only use he can see for the literary works given to him is to publish them and share them to his world. It's not like he's stealing someone's work, right? Those works were given to him.
If it was before, he was afraid of the consequences and maybe even divine punishment of him publishing the works in his head. Now, however, he is confident that the roulette itself wanted him to publish the books it to him because right after Ms. Lei was done reading just a part of his manuscript, the "View Points" in his vision, which stayed at "0" since he it appeared, has changed into "Vision Points : 1". This was no punishment, but a reward. He also want to see how the people, maybe even the whole world, will react at the works he will release in the future, and in the process earn himself a fortune.
"I will, ma'am. I hope to sell internationally as well." Tayaw replied. After a few more minutes of chatting, an employee entered the office. "Well, look at the time, I should get going. I'm sorry for taking up your time. My work also starts in an hour at my job in Cioni." Tayaw, feeling like he already spent enough time at the office, looked for an excuse to leave. "Indeed. I was too absorbed reading your manuscript; I took up your time." Ms. Lei said as she didn't know what else to talk about with the young man. Throughout their conversation, the young man never took the lead when she gave him permission to. "It's actually a pleasure, Ms. Lei. I'm also thankful for sparing me the time. As a token, please keep my manuscript. I can make more copies of it. I hope to give you its book version soon." Tayaw said as he bid farewell to Ms. Lei.
Watching Tayaw leave the office, Ms. Lei had a smile on her face. "What an impressive young man." She said to herself as she opened the manuscript once again. She wants to look for a story she can tell her child later in the evening.
Leaving the building where the Writers' Guild was, he was already planning in his head how he would write the e-mails to the list of agents he received from Ms. Lei. While in the train, he checked his phone if he received any e-mails from agents who saw his postings on the job websites he made in the morning. Seeing no e-mails, he took out the list of agents and copied their e-mail addresses to his phone.
Aside from their names, phone numbers, and e-mail addresses, there are no further information about them, so he really had no idea how to pitch himself to each agent. He also cannot gather any more information after he looked them up in the internet with his phone. He can only work with what he has, so to pass the time in the train, he started writing and re-writing his pitch of himself to send to the agents.
"Dear ---,
 
Grimm's Fairy Tales of 95,000 words, is a compilation of 50 of my original fairy tales that defies the convention established by our predecessors when it comes to what fairy tales should be. With some of the tales' hidden social commentary for our world, it can also give our children a closer to life sense of reality and how the world works earlier and will prevent them from carrying idealistic principles and unrealistic dreams into adulthood.
Since time immemorial, we heard and saw stories that taught us lessons and gave color to our childhood, and helped reshaped us into the people we grew up to be. I myself can retell from memory some of the stories that my parents and teachers told me as a child. However, as I grew into a young lad and revisited the stories I have been told, it came to me that the tales we grew up with are nothing short of being too fantastical and too simple to pass on to the next generation.
I am currently about to enter as a freshman to Ouigab City's Northwestern university, but I have been writing and polishing the tales I have in my work for five years now. I hope that my skepticism of our currently established fairy tales along with my enthusiasm to change them shows through my stories' settings for you to see.
The first three short stories included in my work are enclosed to this letter, while the completed manuscript is available upon request. Ms. Nelly C. Lei of the Ouigab City's Writers' Guild of Teungeb office also spoke greatly of your experience in the industry.
Thank you in advance for taking in consideration my work. I look forward to your response.
Kind Regards, 
Tayaw L. Dagem'
A few days after he sent the e-mail to the agents, he gained 13 points to his View Points. Adding to Ms. Lei's 1 point, he now has 14.

A/N : Alt Title - Jack of Entertainment 

Title : Jack of Arts

Synopsis:
Tayaw is a talented musician who never got to fulfill his potential. After losing his purpose in an unfulfilled life full of regrets; he is given the chance to go back in time and do everything over again.Along with a mysterious gift and an unclear mission, Tayaw starts a new life, this time making his mark to the world.
"Tayaw is a once in a hundred years musical artist! I just wish he was born in my generation"
- Buddy Rich, two-time Gramophone Award winner
"I admit he's a good musician, but he's an author first and foremost. He is changing the world of literature for the better."
- Helena Paddington, Outcault Prize for Fiction winner, Sohlman Prize for Literature winner.
"Despite being a musician and an author, he is to me, the greatest blessing to the film industry. This is his era."
- Heo Dong-jun, two-time Academy Award winner for Best Director and three-time nominee.

"I don't like him. Why does he use actors who didn't train and grind on the stage? He says he doesn't like my acting? What the hell does the kid know about acting? I've won awards for f*cks sake!"
- Merrell Street, five-time Academy Award winner for Best Actor, three-time Toby Award winner for Best Actor.




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A ground work for a novel idea in the future.
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English is not my first language so excuse my limited vocabulary and bad grammar. thanks

The airport was noisy. Every chair, at every departing gate, was full and standing room was limited. Carry-on luggage was the only thing that separated one individual from the next. Children cried and older couples tried to rest. Teenagers were texting. Young couples rubbed noses, only having eyes for their partner. I alone felt out of place. Leaned against the window frame, tears burned my eyes and cheeks as planes taxied down various runways. The only things I owned, I carried on my person—the clothes on my back, my plane ticket to Salt Lake, a nearly useless debit card, and a USB drive.
When I arrived in Salt Lake, I would be left with even less. The USB drive in my pocket was my life. Everything that I was conscious about, regarding my life, was on that drive. Every text and song that had helped me through some hard times, stories I had written, and my journal. How good any of my manuscripts were, I didn't know. I had sent snippets to editors and publishers, but had heard nothing from any of them. As for my family, they were no longer a part of my life. I had lost contact with them years ago.
A half hour passed and the Delta airplane that would take me to Salt Lake docked at the terminal. I would be one of the last to board, but I didn't mind. It just meant I would probably have to slide passed the two people in my row to get to my window seat. Slowly, the chairs began to empty and the wall of human bodies began to break. Finally, I joined the line. A few tears still sliding down my face. The ticket was scanned and I boarded the plane. No one was sitting in the row I was assigned and I sat next to the window. I buckled my seat belt and focused on the world outside.
My seat moved slightly as the passengers that shared my row sat down. I didn't turn. The captain's voice came on and soon the plane began its departure from the gate. Outside my window, I could see the man with the orange cones as he directed the plane away from the dock. The flight to the Salt Lake airport would take almost two hours.
"Patientia Picea," I heard a man say, as the plane made its final turn onto the runway. (Patience Pine)
I turned from the window. Two men in suits and sunglasses sat next to me. Both were facing forward, or so I assumed. The plane picked up speed and my focus returned out the window. The numbers and various colored lines on the runway sped passed until the plane lifted off the ground and I felt my stomach flip. Every take off left me feeling slightly nauseated, and it always took a moment for me to feel okay. Once the plane was off the ground, everything seemed to slow down. Small shifts were made as the plane followed its course to Salt Lake.
"Patientia Picea," I heard again. (Patience Pine)
"Quod habesne?" I asked, not turning from the window. (What do you want?)
"In pericula es," the man replied. (You are in danger)
"Solam periculam mortis." (Only in danger of death)
"Non solam mortis, sed etiam cruciatus." (Not only death, but also of torture)
"Cruciatusne? Me ridere non fac." (Torture? Don't make me laugh)
"Vero in pericula es," a second man said. (Truly you are in danger)
I turned from the window. The man next to me had turned his head towards me.
"In periculo quis?" (In danger of whom?)
"Nesciamus, sed sci." (We don't know, but be aware)
"Who are you?" I asked.
The man sitting next to me turned to look forward again.
"Hey, don't..."
The man's hand came up with a cloth on it, covering my mouth and nose. There was chloroform on it. I reached up to pull it away, but blacked out.

When I woke again, I found myself lying on a bunk in a military building. My head was pounding and the room was spinning. Where am I? How did I get here? My eyes closed as I felt nauseated. Then the door opened with a reverberating clack.
"Patientia Picea, suscitasne?" (Patience Pine, Are you awake?) It was the voice of the man who had sat next to me on the plane.
"Suscito." (I'm awake)
"Quid sensus es?" (How are you feeling?)
"Doleo." (I'm in pain)
"Hoc cape." (Take this)
"Cur?" I asked, not looking at him. (Why?)
"Adiuvabit." (It will help)
Slowly, I turned towards this man and opened my eyes. The room still moved and his face distorted a little as well.
"Cur te credo?" (Why should I believe you?)
"Patientia Picea, te adiuvare conarimus." (Patience Pine, we are trying to help you)
"Heh. Chloroform on the plane is helping me?"
"In pericula es," he said, as if he understood. (You are in danger)
"Quid est?" I asked, slowly sitting up. (What is it?)
"Non quid. Quis." (Not what. Who) He held out the pain killer to me, but I still refused to take it.
"Sum nemo. Nihil habeo. Cur in pericula sum?" (I am no one. I have nothing. Why am I in danger?)
"Indicium ferres." (You carry information)
"Solum indicium de me." (Only information about myself)
"Te cupit." (He wants you)
"Quis est?" (Who is it?)
"Ignotus est." (He is unknown)
"Dum cur hic sum?!" (Then why am I here?!)
"Tutelae." (For protection) He offered the pain killer to me and I took it. "Esurisne?" (Are you hungry?)
My stomach growled
 A small smile raised his lips. "Veni," he said, opening the door with a deafening clack. (Come)
I felt like I had fallen into someone's story—an unknown writer with nothing but danger from an unknown hand. Slowly I got to my feet. The room was still spinning and sounds seemed louder now that I wasn't lying down. Even my steps were halting, since I tried not to lean too far to one side. The hallway was worse than the room. Several people were chatting in different languages—Czech, German, French, Russian, etc. Among all the voices, there was no English. Made me glad I had been able to study Latin in college before I ended up with nothing. Everyone dressed in suits and wore sunglasses, save myself. I was still dressed in my black gaucho pants, and ¾ sleeved, V-neck, teal shirt. 
The halls were large and could fit six men side by side comfortably. The ceiling lights shone much brighter than the one in the room had. The man who had come to me led me down several different hallways before he opened the door to a large cafeteria. From the size of it, there had to be at least two kitchens. Tables and chairs filled up the space of a football field.
"Quid edere vis?" he asked. (What do you wish to eat?)
"Fructus." (Fruit)
"Aliquid aliter?" (Anything else?)
"Solum fructus," I replied then asked. "Cur nemo English dicit?" (Only fruit. Why does no one speak English?)
"Nemo diutius dicit." (No one speaks it any longer)
"What do you mean no one speaks English anymore?! I do!"
The man turned to me, his mouth turning downwards slightly. "Quid nugas dicisses?" (What nonsense did you speak?)
"English. I am speaking English."
"English lingua mors est. Latinam dic!" (English is a dead tongue. Speak Latin!) Then he turned from me and walked to the fruit bar across the room.
A dead language? Then why were all those at the airport speaking English? 
I found a chair near the doors we had entered and sat down. Nothing made sense anymore. I finally find myself devoid of even the basic needs, flying to Salt Lake just to be told I am in danger of being tortured then drugged and brought to this place for protection from an unknown threat. I was one girl out of billions. I had nothing save my debit card and USB drive. I pinched my arm just to be sure I wasn't dreaming. I found the nerve alright and part of my arm went numb for several seconds.
Feeling my pockets, I found the card and the USB drive still on my person. I pulled out the USB drive and held it in my left hand. I thought about what was on it—my journal, stories, music, articles. I thought about my journal. It would be nice to update it. A book icon appeared in my right eye. I put my USB drive into my right hand. The man returned and set several bowls of fruit in front of me. He sat beside me. His left hand resting over my right when I made no move to eat. I was still trying to figure out what the book was.
"Aliquid falsus est?" he asked. (Is something wrong?)
"Non nesci," I replied. (I don't know.) If he could read and understand the information I had on my USB drive, maybe he could tell me what about it puts me in danger.
The man shook his head and furrowed his brow in confusion. "Mea vita?" (My life?) 
"Meum falbulas est. Fabulas mea vita es." (It is my stories. My stories are my life.)
"Quis fieri potes?" (How is this possible?)
"Nescio." (I don't know.)
"Aperi," he said. "Operi…. Cur?" (Open. Close. Why?)
"Cur fabulas pericula?" (Why are stories dangerous?)
He nodded. "Edesne?" he asked. (Will you eat?)
I nodded "Gratias ago tibi." (Thank you)
He kissed my cheek then moved his hand off of mine.

This is collection of short stories, dreams, and teaser chapters from my longer novels. I know it's tagged as a female lead, but my novels flip back and forth. I hope you enjoy!

(This is an early explanation of everything. In the future this will change. Maybe this whole story of T5GLW will change too? Who knows, but right now, practice and professionalism soon! Newbie for now.)
The Great Loli War. I'm currently writing the fifth.
I have written the first loli war up to the fourth, but they need some rewriting.
So after the Kupip Task Force kills off 6 Stars of the Pianty government.
This story will stop for now, and the story of the first loli war begins in the era of 6000.
I'll continue the half of the story of the fifth great loli war once all previous stories have been completed, to clear up any confusion and fill you with awe instead of eh?
Anyway's let me explain some things first!
Obviously, I won't explain much but I will say some things so you can understand what are lolis here and are they cute? All of that will be answered, maybe.
Anyway, let's start!
What are lolis, and why are they here on Earth? Our Earth to be exact?
Loli refers to the Japanese discourse or media pertaining to the attraction of young looking cute girls that blend slightly erotic characteristics to form this intriguing sub culture. Loli culture can be seen in various forms from advertisements, manga, to the now popular anime genre.
(Yes I took that from google.)
Now that you know what lolis are, it's easy to explain my version of lolis here.
But you may be asking, what are shotas?
Well… They're exactly like lolis! But they're male. Get it? Anyways-
The lolis of Lolinica started off with the Ryuns and Piantinis.
Both races suddenly emerged from the Earth when the humans of the future decided to destroy each other because of war reasons. Leading a global war and especially with nukes involved, but something, an exenteressial life ruined everything and launched every nuke that existed in the world to the Earth itself causing a brutality and only a quarter of Earth's population survived. 
Afraid that aliens may still be on Earth they moved to their other planet that is similar to Earth. Earth is no more and it is no longer considered as habitable, until a thousand years later a loli emerged from the continent of North America, which here is known as Riyunin. 
They eventually grew in numbers before exploring the lands they now see upon them.
Humans who didn't escape on Earth but locked themselves in safe nuke rooms managed to repopulate and there could be hope! But they were overwhelmed by the lolis who attack anyone that is taller than them or not them to be exact.
Give it a few years, all adults or normal humans are now dead, and the lolis rule the Earth. 
Fun fact. Since the Earth is still toxic for humans, for these lolis they can breath the air, making them survive. The lolis see that there are actual human children alive, and they see that they aren't like them, but with some mix and maxes and some rituals, only 200 actual children became one of the lolis.
They're called what we know as Muriris, or the Murikon Race.
Now you know about a bit of the past, let's move on to what they're capable of, they're intelligence and what they do most of the time?
Let's do Ryuns.
Walking the lands Ryuns are known to be the curious types, the leader types, and they're very prideful. Not all Ryuns are prideful but somehow they feel like it.
Their intelligence at the beginning of their prosperity is not very good leading some of them to die, but they learned and managed, or let's say accidentally made a fire that kept them warm.
Being an intelligent species they are capable of replicating something even if it's an accident.


Most lolis from the beginning have short hair, at birth they're literally bald, but they grow hair after. Speaking of birth, shota's are in the party too!
Fun fact. Like Earth, the population of Lolis to Shota we're equal, so you could say that this isn't Lolinica yet, it's Earth still.
Like real children, the Muriris cannot grow any chest size, nor thigh. They still have the genes of actual children so growing those things are unnecessary.
But for the other lolis on the other hand they can, but it's really rare to have a… expandable body part. It's unknown to the lolis why this is the case, but they have to learn about their bodies soon enough.
Lolis as we know aren't really meant for children only.
The meaning loli can mean children, yes, but it can also mean a woman but she looks like a prepubescent little girl. There are still stages of age. 
Toddler, Child, and Teenager, and that's it.
The lolis cannot be adults and once they're teenagers.
Like the age of 30-150. <Loli Lifespan.
The loli lifespan is quite long, but for Muriris their lifespan is at an average human, which is 79.
Their height is locked to 5'0 to 5'5 once they grow up. No loli is known to be past 5'5.
At the start like cavemen, these lolis speak nothing but ooga booga, but they learn fast and eventually think of their own vocabulary for others to understand.
But you won't get a glimpse of their language here as it's all english to make you all understand.
If I was to say something, English doesn't exist in Lolinica, but since I have to use english I have no choice, anyways back to things.
Let's talk about shotas now. Shota's and Loli's were enemies from the start, but their instinct later tells them that they are good for each other and should help one another, and so they did.
A shota is known to be quite silly and they're sometimes shorter than the average loli, but shota's can overpass the loli max height to a 5'7. 
Eeee. Anyways the Muriri's shota's are no different from their lolis.
They're still children with the genes of an actual loli.

I don't know what to inform you next, but uh, how about this?
Loli's and Shota's are enemies and friendly to each other, but if they see anyone different they go for the kill, but later realize maybe it's better to see what they're up to before doing the execution, and doing this made them discover more things!
The first thing they found interesting was a large building that was used to be a future building, but thanks to a nuke it's now in ruins and an interesting display for the lolis. 
And after exploring around, they meet another species of lolis and shotas.
They are the antagonists of this whole thing.
The Piantinis.
I won't tell them their past for now, but take this.
Piantinis of lolis and shotas are a species of stupidity.
They are arrogant, it's in their genes.
It's rare for a smart and thinking Piantini to exist.
Currently there are only a thousand of Piantini people who exist that are actually smarter than Ryuns and Muriris. But they're small so Pianty's stupidity still increases, but not unless they're guided by a leader.
A leader cannot be chosen because the lolis want to.
The lolis who are leaders are chosen by themselves.
If they wanna be a leader they will be a leader, this caused some major drama over themselves, but they managed to get together and finally pick someone who can exactly lead them.
Anyways at first both species, or let's say third have the same idea of not engaging in battle and actually observing each other's action.
With Ryuns trying to make them move like they do and Piantinis who just fall and cry.
But the leaders take the front and they aggressively confront each other, with their kin behind them who have no idea of what's going to happen.
If you read this far, you should know this.
Staring to another loli's eyes is a sign of confidence and showing dominance towards the other. But when looking away, you are showing submission and humility.
If both lolis stare at each other they'll eventually start to get embarrassed.
Whoever looks away is the loser and the one that kept staring is obviously the greater good.
 But staring to another's eyes isn't exactly always showing dominance, it can also mean love, intimidation, and ect. Looking away has only one explanation, and that is to show you are sorry, you really didn't mean it, and you would like to apologize.
There isn't much to it. I am not a good writer, I'm only mentioning a small few things you guys should know and hope this helps.
If I get better I'll pay someone to write this professionally for me.

Honorable Mentions.
The head pat was invented by the lolis instincts, they have the need to headpat lolis and shotas when they get the chance to.
Seeing this wholesome moment is such a good thing they see it as a sign of respecting someone or loving someone at least.
But it depends on the situation. If you are a leader with a leader, a headpat can be the most aggressive but passive thing to say I like you! Looking away is also an option, but it's less effective, but still works.

The lolis get smarter, the shotas too. They're like cavemen, or I would like to say, cave lolis.
They don't take the normal amount of pain a normal human does.
A loli can withstand 100 punches to the chest,
50 to the head, 30 to vital organs, 20 when holding a heavy weapon, 10 bullets shooting at the chest, that counts the heart. It can withstand 10 bullets or arrows before it can no longer function, and one hard swing to the head at the right spot can instantly kill a loli.
A loli has a small amount of blood, but they can live a few minutes or hours without one. But being dry of blood can kill you faster. The only way to stabilize them is to give them blood and let it circulate.
A loli has a function in their body, and they can produce blood, it cannot over excess, producing blood only happens when there's a missing volume.
Dying of old age means that your blood production stops, and that is at the age of 100 for the lolis and shotas. The blood eventually dries out giving you a cardiac arrest and they die. 
I can't believe I'm saying this, but a loli and shota have normal functioning reproductive systems. They can't have their sex cells until they're 20 or so. They still have their sex cells, they exist, but they don't function normally until they are matured.
A sex cell production activation can be forced by a chemical but that can't be disvoered until later.
Anyways you know what the actual human reproductive system does, right?
Exactly, it works the same for these lolis and shotas.
And finally, Ryuns and Muriris and counting Piantinis aren't the only species of lolis to exist, there are many, but soon discovered…
That's all, I'll get a better explanation once I rewrite this whole story with the other stories of the past finished.

If you have a question, don't hesitate to ask.

After the events of the fourth loli war, every loli was devastated due to the damages it caused it's nations and landmarks.

Murikon for the first time has won the fourth great war and Pianty once again lost.


After that The World Of Lolinica agreed to never ever start a war ever again, so every loli and shota can unite together as one like the end of the first loli war.


But after years later, The Nation Of Pianty has lost their queen due to an assasination, ice cream poisoning.


The Nation's reaction to this was a bit of an understatement, and they accused all of the nations of poisoning their queen, especially Murikon, their long living rival.


A High High Elite General of the Pianty Army Family Tree or known now as Stars, threatened to declare war on everyone and they are prepared to do war again.


Once a bomb had been dropped on Murikon, everyone was triggered to get ready for The Fifth Great Loli War.

Disclaimer: All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.


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7 Months Later

Being a baby is awesome and frustrating at the same time. Awesome because you basically have a group of adults to wait upon you. You need food? You cry and 'Walla Walla Washington', food appears magically and stuffed in your mouth. You don't even have to lift the spoon. You feel like peeing? Or pooping? You cry and 'Hocus Pocus - Sister awokus' Even if it's the middle of the night, you have people helping you pee and poop. 
Some people would say I'm a disgusting, sickening and loathsome guy with not an ounce of self respect. Guess you're right, but I would take those insults anytime, anywhere because being waited hand and foot is definitely worth it.
Now the frustrating part is that I can;t understand shit about what's going on here. Nobody speaks English and let me tell you it's easier to pick up a language and gain fluency from a blank slate than knowing a language beforehand and trying to learn a new language. It's easier for the former because you think and speak in that very language from the get go. All your thoughts and imaginations are in that language. 
While for the latter, You first think in your original tongue, translate it and then speak in the new language. All your thought and imaginations are in your original language instinctively, which leads to less practice than the former. The only thing that is going for me is that I obviously have higher intellect than other babies as well as the amount of practice I am doing consciously. I am now good enough at speaking the local language that I can at least ask for things in two word sentences. And the lack of knowledge of the local language leads to the sheer lack of information.

I know the country I am in. I know the organization that is trying to indoctrinate me is the church of this world. Now you may say that I'm being prejudiced against them without any proof but you must understand that 90% of the churches in isekai novels are always corrupt and secret evil. 
Of course Sister Violetta can never be evil, she was probably deceived into joining the church or maybe forced to get involved. But rest assured people! When I grow up I am definitely saving her and taking her away from this place. 

And who says that I don't have proof?  You see abnormal things have been happening to me. The first thing is that I am just a teeny tiny bit too strong for a baby. I weigh about 10 kilograms. How do I know it? While on our bi-monthly outing of the orphanage to the doctor to get medical checkup and shots I secretly wiggled out of the room to explore the surrounding cause I only get to go out about once every two months and that is definitely not enough to quell my adventurous spirit. As a proud delivery truck driver that has driven on the roads of 42 states and 5 countries, staying cooped up in the same building for an year may as well be called torture. 
So here I am just outside the room and what do I see? A weighing machine! Right now anything that is new to my eyes is good enough for me to be excited about, even if it's just a weighing machine. And I did what any curious baby would do. I crawled towards it as fast as I could and got on top of it. And Viola! I weigh a solid eleven kilograms. But I didn't know whether it was normal, underweight or overweight. 
Why can't these guys paste a baby weight chart on the walls. Is that too much to do? Are they looking down on us babies? Are we not important enough? But unfortunately while I was monologuing, a Nurse spotted and swooped me away from the glorious self discovery adventure I was having. Curse you evil minions of the hospitals! And with that I was put down on the sofa among the other children which resolutely ended my adventure in the hospital.
Now  you must be thinking "Hey what relation does this pointless story have with the weird things happening around you?" Now just be calm and see how the fates have woven this thread of coincidences around me.
So you see, the church has a separate room with books about religion and other subjects. I regularly 'infiltrate' that room to gain information on the organization. Who am I kidding? I just wanted to read some picture books cause I was fucking bored. So one day while I was advancing on my stealth mission I miraculously found some books in English lying on the lowest shelf in the book room. I was so happy that I nearly cried again, which would have failed the mission right there, But I controlled myself like all excellent agents do and did not let my emotions hinder me in the way of my duty.
 I took out those books and started to read them and advance my knowledge about the organization. Apparently they were stories about how saints of this religious order were tortured some eighteen hundred years ago. Some of them had their teeth violently pulled or shattered in their mouth. Some of them roasted on grills. Some of them skinned alive, Devoured by beasts, sunk in the ocean etc etc. 

Can someone please tell me what the hell is this book? And why was it in lowest shelf where children can easily pick it up and read it? And why on earth is all the text followed by graphic pictures showcasing these people undergoing torture? Is this some kind of ploy to permanently damage the kids? 
Or maybe I finally found the reason behind this organization's objective! They want revenge for them and want to destroy the world! Or maybe rule the world with their organization as the supremo of this world and kill or enslave the rest. Hmmm, this would need some more careful investigation in their origins and history. I picked up the other books in English and started reading them. they were mostly anecdotes of the previous members of their society. the last one was just a phone directory in English. But just as I was open it I heard footsteps coming towards this direction. I grew flustered and quickly tried to put the book back in the shelf. 
Nothing abnormal right? I wish I could say the same. 
I picked up those books and ran towards the lower shelf, and that's when I realized what was wrong. I was holding a stack of books weighing about two kilograms and running with it. My mind was screaming to put them down right there cause it was very abnormal, but my body said 'cool down mate, It's easy peasy'. And followed my body cause it sounded much more friendly and ran towards a cupboard to hide behind it. Just then I heard the footsteps entering the room.
"Periklis!"
I heard sister Violetta shouting my name. But no matter how sweet she is, I stopped myself from responding reflexively and giving out my hiding place. I couldn't let them know that I had already gained some fundamental knowledge about them and had started plotting against them.
After hearing those disappearing footsteps, I came out and ran towards my room. After all I had a lot to think about. I probably have above average or extraordinary strength. It's a bit too soon to call it super powered as I have yet to punch a hole through the wall. Now the question is how did I gain it? Is the organization conducting secret experiments in us? Have I been drinking diluted super soldier serum in the form of milk? Or they have been bombarding me with Vita rays when I'm sleeping? But I haven't seen the rest of the kids doing anything beyond ordinary.
 Or were my original parents some super powered people and their one for all powers passed on to me? Maybe I'm a mutant? Or maybe this is a reincarnation bonus by some lazy god who thought it was too much trouble to meet me? So many questions and yet no one to answer. But the most important question among all of them is how to proceed with this information and what measures to take? 
I would be bluffing myself if I said that I would just live normally and peacefully from now on. I have read enough web-novels, fan-fictions and stories to know the most important principle is that 'Supernatural attracts Supernatural'. To say anything else would be a lie. Now the question is what type of role is my destiny plunging me into?

A regular human dies and is reborn in another world. Common? The world has Legendary swords, Heroes, Angels, Devils and Gods? Still common? He knows the future of the world too! It's still not uncommon? he is probably going to be super-powerful. if it's still a common story then I can't help it. an Si who is not an edgelord. Harem? Who knows?

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