10 years ago they were lovers.
10 years later they are strangers.

There is a secret section to the government that no one knows about. Derek has the misfortune of finding out about this section. He's in for the experience of his life with Section 666.

Gun-Ho came back to Yangju and went back to his work at Bangil Gas again.
Once sales were made, Gun-Ho issued electronic tax invoices and added earnings and expenses to <Daily Earnings and Expenses> table in Excel, and then reported it to the owner.
 
Gun-Ho made sure to collect all receipts of every business expense incurred and attached them with glue to the back of an expense form he had purchased from a stationary store in order to properly document them. If there was a client with an outstanding balance for LP gas, Gun-Ho would make a collection phone call to that client as well. He also ran errands for the owner.
"Years of my life will go by like this?"
Gun-Ho was barely making a living; he felt anxious about getting old without saving money.
"It's Wednesday and I don't hear anything from that company in Asan which I had an interview with."
Gun-Ho was constantly checking his smartphone to see if there was any text message from the company. He increased the ringtone of his phone to make sure he didn't miss any calls. There was no phone call, let alone any text message.
"I don't think I got the job. Let's just move on; it is a lost cause. So many smart people are out there. I can't compete with them with my rubbish work experience and qualification. I just have to appreciate the opportunity for having a job interview with them."
Friday came around after Wednesday and Thursday. Gun-Ho gave up on getting a position in the company in Asan. He once again started looking through the newspaper classified section and WorkNet; however, there was no job advertisement which drew Gun-Ho's attention.
"The companies posting a bookkeeper job opening in a newspaper classified section will hire a female, not me. If they hire a male for the job, that's probably because the position is half bookkeeping and half irrelevant chores."
After work, Gun-Ho usually surfed the internet on his laptop in dim light or he went to the PC room in the neighborhood. He felt like he was falling so much farther behind in life compared to his high school friends, which made him feel depressed.
"Won-Chul Jo who is now married should be doing fine, shouldn't he? Byung-Tae Hwang who is working in a research facility of a startup company in Pangyo is getting married soon. He posted about his wedding on Facebook but didn't personally inform me. He could easily find my phone number by contacting Won-Chul or the others."
Gun-Ho drank soju almost every other day, and that increased his alcohol tolerance.
"I am destined to live in the countryside. My life is f*cked up. I have ShinWangJaeWang fate? ShinWangJaeWang my a*s."
 
It had been more than two weeks since Gun-Ho had a job interview with the company in Asan. The memory of the interview was fading away when he received a phone call from that company, a very unexpected one at that.
"Mr. Gun-Ho Goo? How are you? I am the manager of YS Tech in Asan."
"Oh, hi. This is Gun-Ho Goo."
"I am sorry that we took a long time to contact you. You have been hired as our bookkeeper. Can you start on the 1st of next month?"
Gun-Ho came to his senses by this unexpected and sudden phone call.
"Oh, of course, sure. I… I can."
"You have only five days left until the 1st of next month. Can you manage to quit the current job and start a new job with us within five days?"
"Of course, of course. I can certainly do that!"
"Let me tell you then what to bring on your first day of work. You might want to get a pen and a paper."
"Yes, I am ready."
Gun-Ho was so perplexed that he dropped his cell phone while looking for a pen and a paper, and stumbled over the computer power cord.
"You should bring a resident registration, a resident registration abstract showing the status of your military service duty, your highest school diploma, Consent to Collect and Use Personal Data, Identity Assurance Statement, and a work experience certificate letter from your current employer. I will send the forms for the Consent to Collect and Use Personal Data and Identity Assurance Statement to the email address indicated on your resume."
"Okay. I will prepare all those documents and bring them on my first day of work!"
"You can come by 8 AM on the 1st next month. I will see you then."
"Thank you. Thank you."
Gun-Ho felt so grateful to be hired by this company that he repeated "thank you" twice.
"I got it! I got the job!"
Gun-Ho clapped. He felt like he could fly.
"By the way, why did they call me just now? They said they would contact me by last Wednesday."
Gun-Ho sat on the chair and started thinking.
"I guess that the person they hired decided not to work with them, so they hired me instead as a substitute. Of course, I can't be their first choice. Well, they hired me anyway. Let's move to Asan."
Gun-Ho stopped by the Eunhyeon Township Office to get the resident registration and the resident registration abstract on the way to work after collecting bills.
"I can get my college diploma online, but what about the work experience certificate letter? There is no such thing in Bangil Gas. Well, I can find some samples on the internet and make one for me."
After he returned to the office, Gun-Ho drafted a work experience certificate letter referring to some examples he found on the internet.
"I need the boss' stamp to officially seal this letter… I have his stamp for the tax invoices stamping purpose; should I just use it?"
Gun-Ho thought he still should ask the owner for it.
"When he comes back from the gas pipe repairing work, I will carefully inform him."
A little after five o'clock, the owner came back to the office, looking exhausted.
"A*sholes! They tried to bargain for the repairing cost. I should have just left without fixing their pipes. Sh*t!"
The owner slumped down in his chair, looking really tired. Gun-Ho had to tell the owner that he would quit the job, but he couldn't because the owner seemed very tired.
"Gee, it is already half past five. Goo Jooim, you can go home."
Gun-Ho hesitated and the owner looked at him with a question mark on his face.
"What's the matter? Do you have something you want to tell me?"
"Umm… I am so sorry to tell you that I think I have to move to the city where my parents are."
"Why? Because your father is in the hospital?"
"My parents want me to come, and they are old now…"
"Hmmm…"
The owner looked very uncomfortable.
"I will have to find someone again. I really liked you here."
"Well, I've been thinking, and I think your wife can handle the work. You can save money that way."
"My wife? She doesn't even know how to work with a computer."
"She just needs to get the knack of it. She will become better and faster at the job after one or two months of practice."
"I know I can save money… But she always tries to argue with me whenever she is here in the office. That is the problem."
"Haha. That's because she likes you a lot."
"Well, I will have to think about it."
"I will work until the end of this month then."
"You leave that early?"
"My parents are pressing me."
"Oh well, what can I do about it."
"And once I move to the city where my parents live in, I might need a work experience certificate letter from this company."
"A work experience certificate letter? I've never done it before."
"I already drafted the letter. I just need your stamp. You can use the same stamp we use for tax invoices."
"Really? Then you do what you have to do."
"Thank you."
"Go home before it gets dark."
"Thank you."
Gun-Ho walked out of the office and turned his head to look behind him.
"Bangil Gas. I have so many good memories of this factory. The boss and his wife are good-natured people. Once I become successful, I will come and visit them."
It was getting dark; Gun-Ho drove to the Gwangjeok Township Office area where his room was located. He called the landlord to give him the notice to vacate his room.

This is the story of a poor young man whose poverty even shreds apart their family willing to climb his way through society and into the top. A very realistic novel that moves away from fantasy and sci-fi and focuses solely on the issues of society and life.

The forms reached the American Actors Association by post. The staff opened them one by one. After getting approved and verified, they would be filed.
The association had the largest actor database in the US and played an important role among film firms, investors and producers.
Films of all kinds and classes could find the right actors in the database, to which the resume-collecting staff contributed a lot.
Female staff had an advantage at work, as the requirements were cautiousness and tolerance when handling complicated paperwork. There were five women working in that section amid a harmonious, relaxed atmosphere.
"Work is coming..."
Bang! A strong black woman set a large box down on the desk. "Come on, sweethearts!"
The other women gathered around and took the papers away.
Most of them were junior applications. They would just register them in the system for the other departments to sort them out.
Some of them just updated older profiles, like Qin Guan's. Actors would renew their data when they got an important role in a film with a big budget, showed up in a famous TV program, or won an award in a competition.
Those were all reasons for an update. The staff just registered in the system according to the regulations.
"Name... Qin Guan... Registered or not... Yes. Wow! Another update. Good for him!"
Some actors stumbled upon a chance by luck, but their value still increased in the circle.
There were hundreds of thousands of actors registered in the association, plus some who did not qualify. Among all those actors, only few could become famous.
Martha's colleagues gathered around her curiously.
"Who is he? Let's have a look. Maybe he is our idol..."
"Here he is!" Martha opened Qin Guan's original documents in the system.
His photos were displayed on the screen. The Asian actor was really handsome.
"Wow! It's him! I know him. He was the victim of fake news."
"He was the Best Actor Award winner at Cannes!"
That explained why he wanted to update his resume. His value would increase greatly thanks to the award.
After reading his resume, the ladies fell silent.
"He must be very talented. It’s a pity that..."
"It’s a pity that he is Asian. He doesn’t have any experience in American commercial films."
"Yes. I watched his film. He’s got good acting skills. An indie film though... The box office was average."
They exchanged a glance and then returned to their seats gloomily. The pile of paperwork before them seemed boring now.
Martha updated Qin Guan’s resume calmly and found his original documents in a case.
"Hey, Martha!" Another girl, who was interested in Qin Guan, called out.
"What class of film could he get according to industry standards?"
Martha didn't reply. She just typed on the keyboard. Two minutes later, she said, "C level."
"What? Impossible! That's too low for him." The ladies were aggrieved. Qin Guan was well-known by then.
"That's true." Martha was still busy with work. "The actor association relies on popularity and achievements. He’s only made one film. All his work was in China, so he is still at D level. He might have won the Best Actor award, but he has never acted in an A level film. Besides, he has never been a leading actor in an indie or commercial film, or gotten considerable box office success. It's natural for him to be classified at C level."
"Hollywood and America are commerce-oriented. Plus, his skin color explains that classification."
Her response was reasonable. The other girls fell silent. Only the clicks of their keyboards were heard in the room.
Martha sighed again. She put a "C" on the paperwork and filed it.
"The most famous Asian actors in Hollywood are Chinese. Chow Yun Fat is no more than B level now. If he fails in a B level film, he will drop another level."


Qin Guan was reborn and sent back to his final semester in High School 18 years ago. Getting a second chance at life, he works hard to turn things around and eventually become a Prince Charming. What will his life be like the second time around? What will he have to go through? How will he succeed in turning from a loser into a Prince Charming? Read this story carefully and find out!

so these are some different fap stories that I made up. English is not my mother language so sorry in advance. ok enjoy

NOTE:- I DON'T OWN THESE STORIES

They went over to the reading rooms, and sat down. 'Finally', Dante thought. 'I finally get to become a summoner! I just need to learn all about it in this book…'

With three giant books in front of him, Micheal was indecisive. 'Where do I start?' Eventually, he just picked the book on pathways and started skimming through.

With a flip to the table of contents, his gaze was drawn to "List of Pathways and Steps. (Known in the Kingdom of Lunalla)" 'Known in the Kingdom of Lunalla? So this implies that there's more pathways than even this kingdom knows!'

Flipping to the page, a table soon greeted Micheal. Neat and orderly, a simple table with many sections that start at Step 1, and into higher steps. Although this was a simple table, its contents filled Micheal with reverence. 'Every Step…. Clearly organized and defined.' Looking through the steps, Micheals expression kept changing between fear, awe, and worship. "Step 3 Polymath" Looking at another section, "Step 5 - Four Leaf Sorcerer." 'Just these lower level steps have such dominating names… how do you become them!'

Flipping to the page where they are elaborated on, there was a sentence at the top. "Due to dangers associated with high level steps, the methods to rise above Step 2 are not public information." 'This… the dangers!? What kind of dangers could there be?' The sentence had a page number attached to it which lead to the middle of the general information section. It read, "Death, explosions, going insane, turning into a monster, natural disasters, and more. These are various examples of what can happen to those who experience complications in advancing through the steps. The higher the step, the more chances of problems occuring, and can lead to tragedies. The most famous example is the Demon Lord. Experiencing problems when he tried to ascend, the monstrous tyrant who killed millions appeared."

'These dangers… if going up the steps can cause this… is it worth it? I thought I would postpone my new goal in life until I know more, but I was leaning towards becoming powerful through the steps. Who wouldn't want to have these amazing powers! But now…. I don't know what to do. Lets just keep reading more steps, those were interesting.'

"Step 7 Voidwalker" "Step 8 Walking Disaster." As Micheal kept looking downwards, his attention was soon brought to the grand, shining silver letters near the bottom.

"GOD"

"G-g-god!?" Micheal couldn't help but exclaim out loud! 'You can become a god through this?! T-t-this… this is' 

"Dude, what the fuck" Dante said due to his reading being rudely interrupted due to the human next to him being unable to control himself. Micheal looked at Dante and simply uttered, "Sorry". He was in the wrong after all. 'Alright, I don't think I can handle the mental shock I would have from reading the names of the God steps right now… but I'm still curious! One step below god, Step 10. Let's read!'

"Step 10 Universal Exploiter. Step 10 Author. Step 10 Miracle Invoker"

'These names…' Micheal stared at those names before deciding not to even try to understand them, and just read the rest of them. 'Alright. My curiosity has been sated, but what I need to memorize is general information and my own pathway! Lets see here... '

"Step 1 Fortune Teller"
"Step 2 Trickster"   
"Step 3 Deceiving Wizard" 
"Step 4 Anonymous"   
"Step 5 Bizzare Mage" 
"Step 6 Soothsayer"  
"Step 7 Voidwalker"  
"Step 8 Histories Administrator"  
"Step 9 Otherworldly Pinochet"
"Step 10 Miracle Invoker"

"God" Micheal was hesitant to look, but eventually steeled his resolve.

"God - Unthinkable Undefined Symbol"

'That name…so… strange!'

.........

Time passed as the two were engrossed in reading. Church bells rang once in a while, and after a few rings of the bell, a young boy in scholarly clothes walked in. "Excuse me, everyone, the library closes in a few minutes. Be sure to put borrowed books back in their respective places or give them to the librarian, or if you paid to take them with you, then please take good care of our books." With that, the boy walked back out.

Micheal slowly was brought out of reading and looked up for the first time in hours, and no longer saw Dante anywhere. 'Seems my journey with that orc has finally come to an end. We coincidentally met, and turned out we were both hero descendants! Hero descendent, heh, he certainly didn't act like one.'

'Take the books out for a fee… I barely have any money! I can just come back tomorrow to go more in depth in this knowledge.'

Walking out from the library, Micheal debated where to go next. 'According to books, most people live in a rented out place, rather than owning their own house. Should I check the rent prices? I also need a job…'

As he walked, he remembered he was holding a paper in his hands. 'The king's notice of gathering the strong and the heroes descendants! I actually forgot to read this since I was so focused on the books!'

'Let's see…'

"Official notice from the king and the great churches. Through the history of our land, many great occurrences have been witnessed." 'Wait a minute… this is useless information!' Flipping through the paper, near the back he found the important information.

"This mission regards the safety of our land, stemming from occurrences related to the ancient Demon Lord. For specific information, please show up at the palace to gather, effective from June 1st to July 1st" We call those who are strong, have a unique skill, or descend from the respected heroes to rise up and protect our land in this mission. Ample rewards will be given
just from participating, and more depending on the situation. During this period of time where we wait for participants to gather, housing will be provided if necessary."

'Ample rewards? Housing! I must check this out!'

While walking to the gathering spot, Micheal internally went through all his recently acquired information.

'Alright, so the main points to remember are:

You can only be on one pathway, and attempting to go to another pathway's steps will result in catastrophic results. Ascending through the pathways can also have disastrous results if they go wrong, so public knowledge of how to ascend stops at step 2.

The Great churches are all massive powers spreading across nations, each worshipping a god.

Our nation of Lunalla is the biggest center of pathway knowledge, located at the southern tip of the northern continent.

As Micheal finished organizing his thoughts, he had arrived at the palace entrance.

Meeting on the Road to the Capital to Lunalla, what awaits Micheal and Dante in this world full of pathways and monsters, bringing with them all sorts of mystical occurrences and figures. The Ancient Demon Lords return, the legend of the three heroes, descendants of legendary figures, and new, rising legendary figures. How will all this play out to those who just had a simple dream?

Nemesis woke up next morning refreshed. He started stretching his body to feel any improvements on his body.

"Ah yes. Training by body really has a good effect on me. My magic power is powerful but my body is not catching up. Ill think of a skill that will help me achieve that if I can remember them. Maybe the library has some books that will help me."

He then use [Fly] to get to his Alchemy class. Even he can learn Alchemy via Skill Creation, he still chose to attend one. He needs to experience how Alchemy is done here on this world. 

Thats one of the reason he attend these classes even he can just learn all of them instantly by just paying SCP's.

Arriving in a dungeon like classroom, fumes coming out of cauldrons. Different aromas and fragrance filled the room making Nemesis somewhat nausea from smelling all of it.

Some students have already arrived. They are facing rows of tables with cauldrons in front of them. Seeing this makes Nemesis feel that its the potion classroom of Severus Snape like in the movies. He then chose to go to on the second row middle section table.

Well hes not that wrong. After thinking this, a man arrived. Hes a tall man with greasy black long hair all the way on his shoulders, wearing black robes and black cloak and if he spreads them, he will look like a giant bat. Despite his black clothing, he looks friendly and not scary. 

"Good morning everyone. I'm Professor Vesryn. Ill be your Alchemy professor this whole year. So lets start today by brewing the simplest of potions." he then flicked his hand and herbs and plants appeared on the each student station.
"What all you have in front are the ingredients for a Basic healing potion. But before you all react Ill just remind you that its still your first day here and I'm not expecting a perfect score from any of you at the moment, so relax. I know that most of you don't have any skills on Alchemy, but whatever."

"Even though Alchemy requires a strong magic control and concentration, you can brew basic potions for your needs. Some of you might get into higher levels in Alchemy if you study and practice enough."

"Now the instructions are in the black board. All you need is to follow the instructions step by step and you'll finish the potion. Easy right? Don't celebrate yet, even there are instructions on when the flames will be adjusted, in the end it will be up to you on how you do it. At the end of the class I will check and grade your potions finished or unfinished. Theres also a book there so you can read what those ingredients are for. You can also consult me later if you have any questions. You all have two hours. Thats all, go, start!"

After he said those he sat on his table in the front and started to observe the students on how they will fair on this first class.

Nemesis read the instructions on the board. It says that the potion will be finished in 1 hour if everything was followed correctly. Having a 2 hour brewing time is enough for two attempts. He then opened the book to see what the ingredients are for. 

At the moment hes trying to find out if he can learn something naturally without the help of the system. It might sound stupid but he still needs to try it out. It may or may not be slower if he create it with the system but he will save some SCP in the future if this experiment works or he gets some unexpected surprises if he succeeds.

Nemesis is not a genius or a scholar back on Earth. He just an easy going person even in his studies . Now that hes in a new world with magic and such, he wants to work harder to experience everything in this life.

Looking at the board again he started to work. He picked up the red vine that is named Wicceron by the book. The instruction says that it needs to be skinned and chopped before going into the cauldron. Next, he snapped the twigs of a dried Dream Cudweed then started to light the cauldron. Both the ingredients needs to be put first on a cold cauldron otherwise they will burn immediately if put even at a low heat cauldron.

An hour and a half has passed and hes on the middle stage of the brewing. Adjusting flames might be hard for the others but he have the system for that. He then continue to stir, chop or squeezing the juices of the other ingredients.

Having a purple smoke means the potion is near completion. Looking around, only Nemesis on this  step. The others are struggling on their own cauldrons. Some have been burned, some has faint purple smokes coming out.

Seeing that one has succeeded in the in the first try of brewing, Professor Vesryn is very pleased. At least one has succeeded in first try, while others are decent enough to reach this step. Looking at the time the class has 15 minutes remaining. 

Nemesis reached the end and seeing his work really makes him happy. What makes him even more happy is that he got the [Alchemy] skill for free. Having got the skill gave him the [All knowledge about this field will not be forgotten] tag on it. Which means that all the books and knowledge regarding Alchemy will now be easy to remember. He can now stock up all the information on his head.

His memory is not that good especially on memorizations. He can get a skill on it but the system said that he has insufficient level and failed to do so. He asked the system on what level he can do this and the system replied with Level 250.

Now that he has a clue on what he can unlock on that level, he then plans to do [Rebirth] and level up in the following days.

Feeling excited on this, he then returned to reality as Professor Vesryn is now checking their work. He passed Nemesis' cauldron and took a sniff on the potion and smiled at him. Seeing that this student has successfully brewed the potion he then gave a nod. The class was then dismissed after that. 

Nemesis left immediately as the next classroom was quite a bit far from this classroom. He just use [Fly] to get there and not [Teleportation] as there are many students around. He's just being cautious even thought [Teleportation] is a well known spell to all. Highly skilled people can use it, but not students. And there has been no student has ever succeeded in understanding or learning [Teleportation] at lower levels. They can use [Blink] but it can only move them 100 meters at a time and the mana consumption is high for students.

Nemesis can be called paranoid at this moment but thats what he's like even back then. He doesn't trust anyone or or his surroundings even its a safe area.

Charms is situated in a classroom filled with glowing rune marks on the walls.  Charms and Runes works together. Charms can be infused into runes to make the runes much stronger or mana efficient and Runes can be used to power charms that are used for longer durations. Examples are defensive barriers around the school.

Runes were carved using magic crystals and mana. They are like enchanted batteries if used on this matter. But they are mostly used by dwarves in enchanting magic weapons. Runes has many uses and being able to support charms is one of them.

Now seating in the last row near the windows, Nemesis just waited for the professor to come in. At the row behind him a girl was surprised in seeing him in here. She is disguised as a normal human at the moment. Yeah this is the princess that Nemesis is with in the caravan. Nemesis haven't seen her during the trip so he has no idea at the moment. She then woke up from her trance as a female professor comes in.

"Good morning. I'm Professor Maylin who will be your teacher both in Charms and Runes. Some of you is not enrolled in Runes so you can leave after Charms class is finished. Now then, as you all know Charms is used for protection. Protection against certain spells is one of them. Duels between magi are mostly deadly, but here in school its not much."

"It is also used to cast enchantments on a place or an item. You can hide from enemies, make a trap inside the barrier to kill them, make restrictions in an area, or just make a hiding spot. The school is one of the example. It has Anti-Teleportation charm on the whole campus to prevent unwanted visitors from the outside and also to prevent students in leaving without notice if they get an offense. Thats one of the security charms in the whole place and the rest are top secret. " she smiled as she said this

Hearing that the whole campus has Anti-Teleportation spell active. Nemesis felt his back turned cold. Good thing he didn't use it again or he will be in trouble. The whole thing continued and gets into Runes after some of the students left.

The class finished after 3 hours in total. After finishing the class Nemesis went to the cafeteria to eat. He then went straight to the library after eating.

The library is in a large building near the Administrative building. It has seven floors and its wide as two football fields back on Earth. Yeah its really massive for a library. But since this is a big school with centuries of knowledge he is surprised as they can compile and stock up so much books to fill up this place.

The whole six floors are open for students except the seventh. The seventh floor is the restricted section. The restricted section is for magic books on forbidden magics. Yeah its forbidden but the school doesn't forbids the students in learning them. The only requirement to enter and study a book there is through the approval of the current Headmaster.

"Heh. Forbidden section. I can just teleport inside there if i want or use something else and i can get inside." Nemesis mused himself.

Nemesis then searched for Alchemy books and started scanning each and every book he gets his hands on. He picks one book and finishes it in 3 minutes. 

At the end of the day he still hasn't even got half of the whole ground floor. Seeing his defeat, Nemesis then went back to his dormitory and rest early.

A story of a young man transported into a new world after a light zapped him away while in the moment of getting rammed by truck-kun.

Arriving in this New World, he acquired the Skill Creation System by chance.

Now equipped with this system, he now plans to explore the world where Swords, Magic, numerous creatures, and Gods exists.

Release days:
Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday, and maybe Sunday. (No specific time)

Enjoy :)

As Raymond was about to open his mouth and give his self-introduction, he looked at Miss Interpretation's pretty face, and something felt very wrong. Very very wrong. So wrong that Raymond's mouth was sealed shut and anxiety encompassed him. He felt a burning feeling in his chest that tried to constrain his every action. It was as if there was a war going on inside his body.

His heart started beating so fast he felt as if he was one heartbeat away from a heart attack.

He sweat profusely all over his body.

The top half of his body was completely petrified like a rabbit that had just seen a fox.

His legs locked together and shook violently.

He pointed his head down to avoid eye contact.

Raymond wondered why he felt this way, and he soon figured out why. It was because he had come to an epiphany. The epiphany that in order to get girls to fall for him he had to actually talk to them. Now of course, Raymond knew he had to talk to girls to get them to love him, but he didn't think he had to actually talk to them. He thought he would just have to say a few sentences here and there and show off his kind personality. Maybe he'd do a girl a favor. Then a girl would find him cute and she'd be his. But now he had to have a serious conversation with a girl, and the fact that he unexpectedly just had to have one now made him realize that he was going to have to do this a couple more times before a girl fell for him.

(If this conversation came so unexpectedly, then that must mean I need to be prepared to give more conversations like this one. Conversations that will undoubtedly happen considering they can happen anywhere, anytime.)

And these kinds of conversations posed a massive problem. Why? Because aside from that one incident in 8th grade, Raymond had been an incredibly socially anxious and inept loser his entire life. In fact, in that moment he believed that there wasn't a single person in his state of California that had as bad interpersonal skills as him. And Raymond's social issues multiplied exponentially when it came to talking to people he was attracted to.

Whenever he had tried to talk to people, he had always felt painful burning sensations that felt like they were trying to constrain every muscle in his body, and because of it he would either not talk, or talk improperly. This would cause him to fail to interact with "normies" (what Raymond liked to refer to "normal people" as), and have to make what little friends he could with the "weirdos" in his area. Chatting it up with weirdos of course just means that he was never able to talk to normies. Because he couldn't talk to normies, he tried to avoid them. Since he avoided them he either didn't interact with anyone or had to talk to weirdos. Because he didn't talk to normies, he grew to dislike being around them. And because of that, he tried to avoid them. And this downward spiral feedback loop continued and still continues to go on and on. And up until now Raymond felt that all because he now had something resembling a plan, he could easily get out of that loop, and not just get a friend, but a girlfriend. But of course, things aren't all that simple. All because you have a plan doesn't in any way mean it's going to succeed. He had to seriously talk to a girl, something that made him anxious, and even if he could suppress his nerves, he'd been a nerdy antisocial talentless loser his entire life and had nothing good to say about himself.

(I thought they gave up on these "bully the awkward kid" bullshit rituals back in middle school, but it seems like I'll never escape these things.)

Raymond knew he couldn't just sit there and had to think of something to say. Raymond began to think of a plan to overcome his fear of speaking to Miss Interpretation.

(Okay, I'll start my self-introduction on the count of five.

One...

Two...

Three...

Four...

Five...

Six...

Seven…

Eight...

Wait, I counted past Five!)

Now having failed his own defense mechanism, Raymond began to panic.

(Mayday Mayday!

This ship is about to crash.

Everyone get into the lifeboats as fast as possible.

Oh no it's too late!

AHHHHHHHH!)

And that was when Raymond was hit with a second epiphany.

(My Plan isn't 'How to Cure a Single Boyfriend', it's 'How to Fix a Moronic Incel)

He began to wonder what sick god looked at his life resume filled monkey spanking and Sonic the Hedgehog playing. A resume where there would be a section titled "Previous Sexual Experience" and all there would be in that section are the words, "Be sure to write something here before you submit!". And after that sick god looked at his life resume he said, "Oh yea, I'm sure THAT guy would make a great romance protagonist!"

But then Raymond realized that the "sick god" was himself. He was the one that decided he would try to get a girlfriend.

Though there was no reason talking to her should have been this hard. Raymond started pondering about his current situation.

(Wait, there's no way I'd be this anxious if this happened a year ago, and I'm not even doing any serious romance protagonist kind of stuff. How is it possible that I'm feeling this way? Sure I'm talking to the woman I've already shipped myself with, and my social anxiety has always been terrible, but there's no reason it should be this bad. What could have happened between my high school graduation and now that caused me to become such a little bitch?)

And that's when Raymond came to his third epiphany.

(God dammit, I must have spanked my monkey so hard I've become retarded!)

…

(Well actually, the reason I feel this way might have something to do with the lonely summer months leading up to this day.)

At this point, Raymond and Miss Interpretation had been sitting in awkward silence for about ten seconds. With his anxiety starting to decreased a little from the passing of time, Raymond thought up another plan to get himself to give a self-introduction. Raymond decided that he didn't have to be truthful, and could just say whatever was sitting at the bottom of his mind. His introduction didn't even have to be fully conscious. If what he said was more or less just his stream of consciousness, he could talk without battling his nerves too much. He just had to fill the air with his words. Of course he would have to filter out his dirty thoughts in order for his plan to work. So in other words, he could only speak 10% of his mind.

Raymond took a deep breath and started talking, "H-hello m-my name i-is Raymond Mcgregory. I l-live in California. I own a dog. I love my dog. I pet my dog every day. I want to work as a zoo keeper and I like to eat shiitake mushrooms. Heh heh heh heh"

Raymond realised that there was so much wrong with what he had just said. First, it was obvious he lived in California. If not, how the hell was he attending his school? Second, he spent half of his introduction talking about his dog. And third, he didn't even own a dog.

Raymond wanted to speak up and correct himself, but just as he was about to open his mouth Miss Interpretation responded to Raymond in a soft monotone voice, 

"....Okay."

Raymond's heart pulsated violently.

(HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!! SHE ACTUALLY TALKED TO ME! HOW LONG HAS IT BEEN SINCE I HAD A NORMAL CONVERSATION WITH A GIRL MY AGE? AND SHE DIDN'T EVEN OSTRACIZE ME FOR WHAT I SAID! I'M SO HAPPY! THIS CALLS FOR A SPECIAL CELEBRATION!!!)

...

(Actually, should I be worried that I just considered that to be a "normal conversation"?)

Now that Raymond had gone through hell and back and returned relatively unscathed, he felt very relieved. In fact, Raymond was so relieved that when Miss Interpretation gave her self-introduction, he just sat there thinking about how relieved he was and didn't listen to a single word she said. After Miss Interpretation was done speaking, class resumed and the teacher took up nearly the next two hours of class talking about some stupid trite like "the benefits of getting a good night's sleep!"

Towards the end of the class Raymond heard something that really got his attention.

"On the first day of week three there will be a little group project due. You and the same partner you gave your class introduction to will be in a two person group and the two of you will blah blah blah blah blah blah."

The teacher went on and on about how the project was going to improve people's interpersonal skills or some useless dribble like that. However in the dribble Raymond heard the teacher say, "Since we don't have much time in class to do the project, you and your partner will have to meet outside of class in order to finish it."

To Raymond the teacher's words meant one thing: a date.

(SHIT

JUST

GOT

REAL!!!)

Burning excitement and dreadful fear duked it out inside of Raymond's head, and fear was winning. He had never been on a date. He was shaking. Or at least he would have been shaking if the teacher didn't want the class to partake in one last bullshit ritual, as the teacher wanted the whole class to get into a circle and talk about the class norms. Raymond unenthusiastically got up from his seat and got into the circle.

After everyone got into the circle the teacher said, "This circle looks more like an oval. Some people should hold hands to help turn this oval into an actual circle."

(Holding hands? What are we in kindergar-)

Raymond paused his thoughts when he felt something grab one of his hands. He turned his head and looked to see what it was. It was Miss Interpretation. She was grabbing one of his hands. One of his sweaty greasy disgusting hands.

(HOLY FUCK! MY WISH OF ROMANTICALLY HOLDING HANDS (almost) CAME TRUE (and it was with a girl too)!)

A shock wave of pleasure and confidence pulsated through Raymond's spine, went to his brain, and finally made its way into his pants.

(If I can just lift my social anxiety, I could show Miss Interpretation the full brunt of my outstanding personality and get her to fall for me on our date. I have the sweetness of 50 Twinkies combined, the mental strength of the warriors from the myths that my ancestors told, wittier than Albert Einstein and Dr. Seuss combined, and I can get into a woman's head better than Dr. Phil could ever wish he could. I'm about to soar higher than the most potted up of pot heads to ever exist! Look out world, a new romance hero has been born! First, hand holding. Next, the world!)

Little did Raymond know that by believing that the personality he possessed was something exceptional, he was merely believing in the same thing that those who actually do manage to remember things that never happened believe in:

Their imagination.

And by believing in his imagination, he was creating the same thing that a fool who rides on a merry-go-round and then has the idiocy to brag about how fast his horse is creates:

A delusion.

Fortunately for Raymond however, he had some time to prepare for his date with destiny. Maybe he could make something out of nothing.

18 year-old Raymond McGregory considers himself to be one of the nicest guys out there and a true dominant male. However despite his supposed accolades Raymond is single by choice…... of others, and the only relationships he’s ever had are with his left hand and his couch sleeve. One day the “tfw no gf” is felt strongly within Raymond, and he decides to hatch out a plan to get a girlfriend. But his plan falls apart when he comes to the realization that in order to get girls to fall for him he has to actually talk to them. This isn’t an easy task for Raymond as he suffers from extreme social anxiety. On top of that he’s a massive nerd, not very bright, delusional, and is honestly the kind of guy that would get fourth place in a three-man race. Later Raymond comes across a group of people on the internet known as "Incels" who seem to be in a similar  position as he is, but their views on the opposite sex and society seem very wicked. However they say they can help Raymond. Will Raymond seek help from these sinister people or will he try to keep a heart of gold?

Furthermore, can Raymond get girls to love him despite not being able to talk to them? How much control does Raymond have over his plan? And How do you  fix a moronic incel? Find out all of this and more in this dark satirical romantic comedy filled with nice guys, deep philosophical underpinnings, and strong gay undertones.

This webnovel can also be viewed on Royal Road Legends:

https://www.royalroadl.com/fiction/18749/how-to-fix-a-moronic-incel

"Police Officer Zhao Yu, I am Chen Zhuo. In the future, I'll be your point of contact for your group 0521! If there is any instruction from the higher ups, I will get in touch with you immediately!" In the police school meeting room, a quiet and scholarly staffer told Zhao Yu politely, "I'm looking forward to our pleasant cooperation in the near future!"
Zhao Yu shook hands with the person. However, due to the incident of Section Chief Yang trying to remove him, he was still bothered. Hence, he looked solemn and cold, which caused the contact person named Chen Zhuo to feel very pressured.
"There's a few things that I need to hand over to you," Chen Zhuo said, as he passed a stack of documents to Zhao Yu. "Your group members are assigned, but due to the group's nature and the short supply of forensic scientists, we couldn't assign any forensic scientists to your group just yet."
"If you require a forensic scientist during the investigation, you can use the one from the local police station temporarily!" Chen Zhuo said sincerely. "As a member of the Central Investigation Group, you have the definite right to do so! The other group members are assigned. Their information is in your hands, so you can take a look at each of them!"
Zhao Yu looked at the documents in his hands. As there weren't any forensic scientists, there were only three names currently assigned to him. As he scanned the names, he saw that the person in charge of field work was the person named Ran Tao. He was the dude that Zhao Yu had come across in the washroom with his woman earlier!
"Aiya, who would have guessed?!"
Then, Ran Tao came to report in at that very moment. When he saw Zhao Yu, he quickly extended his hand to greet him enthusiastically. "Hello, Team Lead! Member Ran Tao here, reporting for duty!"
Zhao Yu looked at Ran Tao's extended hand, but didn't move an inch.
"Don't worry, I've washed them clean! Haha..."
Ran Tao laughed leisurely, and Zhao Yu relaxed, finally shaking his hand. According to his resume, Ran Tao was from the special forces team, and was a local from the capital. He was good at making arrests, shooting, and fighting. He was also the body building champion at the police school.
Although he had worked on the frontline for years, the feeling that he gave Zhao Yu was that he was flashy and did not have much substance. Zhao Yu thought this for many reasons, and the dreadful washroom scene was among the top.
However, Zhao Yu wasn't necessarily set against Ran Tao. After all, Zhao Yu had been much crazier back in his previous life, so that washroom fiasco was just child's play for him...
"Excuse me, are you Team Lead Zhao Yu?" A man, who looked somewhat shy, came forward. "I am one of your team members. My name is Zeng Ke, and I have been put in charge of gathering information!"
Zhao Yu took a look at him, immediately thinking that the boy was really too young. He looked like a high schooler! Plus, he was clean and fair. If it wasn't for the obvious Adam's apple on his throat, he would have mistaken him for a girl!
But, it stated clearly on his resume that Zeng Ke was a top ranked graduate from the police school. As he was chosen for the Special Investigation Group, he must be extraordinary in some way.
After all introductions were made among the small group, Zhao Yu looked at the resumes again. There was only the forensic psychologist left to arrive. As the group that Zhao Yu was in charge of would be focused on level one national pending cases, the importance of the forensic psychologist was obviously high.
Wu Xiumin?
Zhao Yu saw that the psychologist that was assigned to their team was named Wu Xiumin. According to the information provided, she was a lady that was five years older than him! She had graduated from an institution of higher learning, and has been performing criminology work in the police station since that time.
"Sorry, I'm late!"
As Zhao Yu put down the resume, he saw a woman in yellow suddenly appear before him. The woman was not short by any means, but was still wearing high heels. She had long black hair and finely chiselled features.
But, at that very moment, he looked down to notice that there were soil stains all over her shirt, which also had tears and rips on it. Moreover, the heel of her left shoe was broken off, too, so she was hobbling as she walked.
"I am Wu Xiumin, reporting for duty," the woman in yellow shirt said. "You are my new colleagues, right?"
"Miss, you..." Ran Tao took a close look at Wu Xiumin and asked suspiciously, "What has happened to you?"
"Hehe..." Wu Xiumin smiled and spread her hands. She asked everyone, "As all of you are criminal police team members, let's make an inference on what I have just been through. Let's see who can get it right."
"Wow, such an interesting idea!" Ran Tao walked around Wu Xiumin and said, "Let me guess...You dropped rice on yourself when you were eating at the canteen?"
"No, these are soil spots!" Zeng Ke cut in, analyzing the matter seriously. "In the school, only the section where they are repairing the lawn has mud in it. So, sis, that must mean that you fell down over there."
"Great guess!" Wu Xiumin smiled faintly, then asked Zhao Yu, "How about you?"
"Humph!" Zhao Yu snorted and crossed his hands before his chest. He then sighed. "I thought psychologists were reasonable people, who would never pick a fight!"
"What do you mean?" Wu Xiumin was stunned, and everyone else was curious, wondering what he meant.
"Your clothes were definitely torn in a scuffle. You hair has traces of its being pulled, too. If you didn't get into a fight, then what other reason could there be for those occurrences in particular?"
"Eh... Amazing." Wu Xiumin's eyes were beaming with joy, and she was deeply interested in Zhao Yu now. Zhao Yu had seen many woman fight before, so he could naturally tell with a glance when one had been in a scuffle.
Zhao Yu continued. "And, the soil spot was not the result of a smudge, but a splash! So, when you walked past the place where they were rebuilding the lawn, there was a car that drove past and splashed muddy puddle water all over you. Then, you fought with the driver! The driver was a woman, too, and I reckon that she was defeated by you. As you took the glory and were in a rush, you didn't further pursue the matter!"
"Wow!" Wu Xiumin's eyes were wide open, as she muttered to herself, "Was there anyone that shot a video and uploaded it on the internet? How else could he have known so many details? What else can he tell me, I wonder?"
"And..." Zhao Yu pointed at Wu Xiumin, "The only reason you asked us to make guesses was to resolve the awkwardness of your disheveled arrival!"
"Interesting! Anything else?" Wu Xiumin asked again.
"And..." Zhao Yu continued, "You are single, have O blood type, are a Scorpio and you wear contact lenses!"
"You... How could you know so much?" Wu Xiumin quickly asked, not daring to let Zhao Yu continue further in sharing her personal details!
"I know these things because your resume is in my hands! I am Zhao Yu. Welcome to the team." Zhao Yu then extended his right hand in a friendly manner.
"Oh, you are the Team Lead! Excuse me!" Wu Xiumin complimented him appropriately.
"Wow! That was such an eye opener!" The contact person, Chen Zhuo, exclaimed. "I now know that, not only does your team have the highest score, but its intelligence level should be the highest, too. I have a feeling that you are going to perform splendidly!"
"That's very interesting," Zeng Ke told Wu Xiumin. "Team Lead answered your question correctly. As a psychologist, are you going to launch a counterattack and analyze Mister Team Lead?"
"You are thinking of how things are in Hollywood movies, little brother. We psychologists aren't mind readers! Also, we are not as mean or ridiculous as how the movies portray us to be, either!" Wu Xiumin chuckled and said.
Then, Wu Xiumin looked at Zhao Yu seriously and said, "Well, I am very sure about one thing. Our team lead definitely has a backer in the Central Criminal Division!"
"Why do you say so?" Zeng Ke couldn't understand his statement.
"Because, in the history of the Special Investigation Group, there's never been a Team Lead this young," Wu Xiumin said. "I've competed for the post multiple times, and the team leads chosen were always old folks."
"I'm a little suspicious of your professionalism!" Zhao Yu refuted. "I could tell you honestly, I definitely have no backer, but merely was relying on my capabilities!"
"Eh? Zhao Yu? You're here!" Just then, a middle-aged man walked in to greet him.
"Section Chief Niu? Why are you here?" Chen Zhuo quickly greeted the new arrival. Section Chief Niu just happened to be the brother-in-law of Liao Jingxian!
"Not bad! You got first place, after all, so you definitely earned some glory and attention for my brother-in-law!" Section Chief Niu patted Zhao Yu's shoulders. "Congratulations, congratulations..."
Zhao Yu suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. He had just said that he had no backer, and there was Section Chief Niu coming in and fawning all over him! This was so embarrassing!
Wu Xiumin and the other two members found it funny, but they couldn't make fun of Zhao Yu in front of the higher up. So, they forced themselves to hold back their laughter.
However, Zhao Yu had to be extremely cool. Before Section Chief Niu was done, there was another woman's voice heard. "Hey? It's you? Police officer, aren't you from Qinshan? Why are you here?"
Zhao Yu turned to see the middle-aged woman, who he he met at the rest stop on highway. Zhao Yu was still confused, but Section Chief Niu and Chen Zhuo were shocked into immediate alertness, quickly standing. They greeted her simultaneously. "Division Chief Jiao, good afternoon!"
Hearing the title of division chief, Wu Xiumin and the other two dared not even slightly giggle anymore. Instead, they were gawking at Zhao Yu. They would have never have guessed that Zhao Yu's backer was so important!


A little ruffian who fought recklessly without any morals and bottomline accidentally time-traveled to parallel space and became a Key Case Investigation Team agent. The huge change in identity had him creating chaos in the police station. However, a strange miracle system helped him repeatedly solve mysterious cases, turning him into an impudent ruffian detective!

Lucid was now able to manipulate the temperature of a given area, though he couldn't maintain it for very long. He actually couldn't maintain any of his magic for very long, whether friction or fire or enlargement. After a set amount of time, the magic would simply wear off or be canceled. The one exception had been the wall of fire, which had stayed up for a considerable period of time. Still, it had drained him of all his strength and Lucid knew that it had been the price to pay.

Regardless of all this, Lucid had succeeded in another type of magic, and he was very proud of himself. He returned to class right as classes were about to resume and noticed a purple jacket hung over one of the chairs. The more he practiced it, the more he realized how wondrous magic was, but it still paled in comparison to this world's technological advances. They were a result of countless years of countless experiences and had shaped this world into one where magic was wholly unneeded.

****

"Well then, could you give us a brief explanation of this IQ test?"
"Oh, of course," the doctor answered. He seemed a bit nervous, but hours of practice helped him get into a more comfortable position. "This test, formally known as the Wechsler Intelligence Scale, is one of the most widely used tests to measure IQ. In today's case, we used the Wechsler Intelligence Scale for Children (WISC), which is used to test children between the ages of 6 to 15. The child in question achieved a score of 124. That puts him in the top 7%, so we can see right away that he has a remarkable IQ. That being said, if we consider the fact that most "prodigies" have an IQ of 130, which is the top 2%, it'd be a bit of a stretch to call him a prodigy."

It was a disappointing answer, especially for the filming crew. Wang considered all the changes that needed to be made to the storyline, while Producer Jang continued to ask questions to stretch the video length.

"Could you analyze the results in more detail, please?" he asked, signaling his team to insert subtitles for this portion when the video was to be released.
"Well, if you look at all the individual results, he achieved astounding scores in most of the categories. Especially here, in math, vocabulary, and comprehension. This tells us that he's especially adept in language. On the other hand, he only achieved above average scores when it came to performance. This means that he spends a lot of time reading, which allowed him to develop his perception, awareness, and understanding skills."

As Wang circled keywords such as "reading" and "IQ development," Jang quickly scribbled down "regular vs hardworking prodigy" next to her notes, underlining the phrases for added emphasis. It didn't take long for Wang to catch on to what he was saying. A self-made prodigy, who worked hard and studied his way to reach an extraordinary level of intelligence, would make a much more interesting story than just a regular prodigy.

"Thank you for your time, doctor." Jang said, wrapping up the interview.
"Thank you for having me."

Once the interview was done, the staff hurriedly left the hospital to reach their next destination: Seoul Science High School. Thankfully, the physics teacher there had agreed to meet with the crew to discuss things. Thinking of it, people were much more willing to appear on television before. Now, with how dangerous things could get, they were more than careful about having their face revealed to the public. This only made work harder for filming crews, as they had to go from place to place to find someone, anyone, willing to help them and to find appropriate shooting locations as well.

Nayeon turned to Lucid, who was waiting in the car, and smiled. "Aren't you tired?" she asked. "You got up so early and had to take a bunch of tests."
"I'm okay," Lucid answered.
"Really? It's gotten so cold, and I feel terrible for dragging you around like this. But the next shoot is the last one for today, so we'll all get to go home and rest. Are you up for it?"

Truthfully speaking, Lucid wasn't cold at all, and he had fun with the IQ test. He had heard that they would now be meeting with a physics teacher from a science high school. Wouldn't that be much more fun? Indeed, he wasn't tired at all. He was excited.

"Is everyone here? Let's go!"

When they reached the school, the physics teacher (cleanly dressed, hair neatly parted, and wearing thick-framed glasses) greeted hem in front of one of the science laboratories.

"So, I've heard you have an interest in physics!" he said to Lucid, smiling warmly. Indeed, the teacher was of the firm belief that looking at a child's eyes, glimmering with curiosity and the need to learn, was a teacher's privilege, pride, and calling.

"Yes," answered Lucid.
"What have you been studying recently?"
"Right now, I'm trying to learn more about changes in temperature, but there weren't many books covering it. Before that, I was really interested in friction."

It was a pity to say the least. If only this child had been given adequate resources or even put in a more helpful enviroment, he would have been able to explore all the fields he wished to. But living in an institute, as the teacher had heard, had its limitations. A pity, indeed.

"Is there anything you'd like to ask?"
"A few, actually. I'd like to know more real life examples of how friction is used, both in fields where it is and isn't a necessary factor. I'd also like to know the observable changes given an extreme coefficient of friction. For example, when a motor is running, some energy is lost due to friction. So if the coefficient of friction were zero, the energy lost would also be approximately zero, increasing the motor's efficiency. I wonder if that efficiency will render the motor close to a perpetual motion machine, or if other factors prevent the formation of a true perpetual motion machine."

A perpetual motion machine was a thing of interest for anyone interested in physics, and Lucid's curiosity on the subject showed how young he truly was. He's still in first grade, the teacher reminded himself. Still, it wasn't this teacher's first time dealing with prodigies like Lucid. He had encountered many, actually, for various reasons, and even in this school, many of the students were truly gifted.

"Well, before we can try to understand friction, we have to learn about force and energy. Have you learned about those?"
"To be honest, I believe I don't know that much about them. I'm not quite sure how much I know, but sometimes I get the concepts confused while I'm reading, and sometimes I don't understand what the text is saying at all. So I can only say that I know for sure that I don't know much about either."
"Understanding what you do and don't know is a very important step in learning. I commend you for that. So, I'll explain both force and energy to you, and then we can talk about the scenario you told me about. How does that sound?"
"That sounds wonderful."

And so the lesson carried on calmly, peacefully, and Producer Jang was left to gnaw at his nails. It was obvious that this child possessed a level of intelligence far superior to that of his peers, even if his IQ score wasn't exceptionally high as to be considered a prodigy. Still, if you tweaked the story here and there, threw in some opinions by professionals, and focused on the "hardworking prodigy" angle, it would make for a pretty good segment. The only problem was that the current proceedings were, frankly, quite boring. He wanted (no, needed) impact, but there was no impact anywhere in the vicinity. He turned around to assess his team's reactions, and when he met eyes with Wang, he knew that she had the same worries.

"Let's take a short break. Is that alright?"
"Oh, of course."

The teacher shrugged and sat down next to Lucid, ruffling his hair. "I heard you studied all this by yourself. It must have been hard."
"It wasn't, not really. It just takes me a while, but I do understand it in the end. Even if I don't get it at first, if I keep studying, then one day I might. That's what I thought. All the middle school and high school students understand it, don't they?"

When the crew had approached him before shooting started, the teacher had assumed that Lucid would be an avid learner, with a strong need to learn and learn. However, now that he had sat down with the boy and talked, he found that Lucid was actually in no rush at all, and rather took things slowly and persevered. Perhaps that was why he wanted to help this boy so much.

"Can I ask what you'd like to be when you grow up?"
"I'm not sure yet," Lucid said nonchalantly.
"Why?"
"Because what I like and what I can do are two very different things."

The teacher couldn't shake the feeling that Lucid reminded him very much of his own son, with the way he talked. He also wondered whether living in an institute was preventing him from freely persuing his dreams, or, worse yet, even having dreams in the first place.

"What got you interested in physics?" the teacher asked again.
"Hmm... I just thought that physics was a science that allowed you to perceive the truth between everyday phenomena. I think it's very important to perceive such truths."

After all, perceiving the truth was the only way to get close to Latio and cast magic. Lucid left this bit out, which was a very wise decision indeed. The teacher was finding more and more things in common between the strange child and his son, and if Lucid were to find out that this was due to the son going through "eighth grade syndrome,*" he might have gotten quite upset.

Regardless, the teacher sat with this eighth grade syndrome first grader and exchanged many questions and answers while waiting for filming to resume. In the meantime, Jang and Wang hurried to a corner to discuss alternatives.

"I mean, won't the child himself be enough of a sensation?" said Wang carefully. Honestly, coming up with a whole different story on the spot would be no easy feat, and though the younger writers were working hard to come with something, she could practically hear the cogs in their heads creaking under the strain.
"He could be, but the footage we have right now doesn't have any impact."
"Do we really have to use his face?"

If it came to that, they could just focus on his looks by shooting his face at different angles. The camera director nodded in agreement, but Jang wasn't wholly convinced.

"There's a limit to that. If we have no concrete story, the viewers will be pissed, and they will let us know they're pissed. What if we were to throw a curveball at him, and then show how he gets around to solving problems?"
"The issue is that he doesn't have a well-rounded understanding of math and physics. He knows what he knows, and the rest is average at best."
"For now, we have to finish today's shoot. The school won't let us stay forever."

As always, time worked against them, and shooting began again. The teacher briefly explained force and energy, writing down some formulas on the board and providing examples for easy understanding. Lucid was as focused as ever, branding everything the teacher was saying into his brain.

"Excuse me, sir." Jang interrupted. "Do you have any physics experiments prepared? Something we could try right this moment. Viewers might be a bit bored if you just teach him theories all day."
"We do actually have a friction experiment set up. It's to test the difference in efficiency between two motors with different coefficients of friction. Those students there are just getting it ready, so we should be able to conduct an experiment now."

Jang went over the plan with Lucid to get his consent and immediately prepared to film the experiment, which consisted of observing the difference in rotations between two different metal rods, each attached to motors spinning at the same rate. This experiment allowed students to record exact numbers, which in turn helped them figure out how much energy was lost during the transition from electric energy to spinning energy. The difference in lost energy would thus explain how much friction affected the transfer of energy. As Lucid listened to the explanation for the experiment, he found himself completely taken by the fact that he would be able to observe changes with precise numbers, rather than having to guess.

"Sir, would it be possible to observe the changes caused by the lowest possible coefficient of friction?" he asked. This was another point of interest for him, after all.
"Hmm... Yes, of course." The teacher answered. "It's a test commonly carried out by lubricant companies. We add a bit of lubricating oil to a metal rod, compare it to a non-lubricated rod, and figure out the efficiencies for both. That's also how they test and compare oils from different companies to see which is most effective."
"Could we do that here?"
"Yes, as long as we don't show the brand name. Isn't that right, producer?"

As they weren't funded by any of the lubricant companies, and this experiment was carried out solely for the purpose of learning, Jang agreed that there would be no issues. Rather, he thought that it would make for splendid footage. As everyone prepared to carry out the experiment, Lucid was hit with sudden curiosity. The lubricating oil, after all, would only help reduce the coefficient of friction, not render it to zero.

"Then," he thought, "wouldn't I be able to calculate the results if I used magic to turn the coefficient of friction to zero?"

He would only need to sneak it in during the experiment with the lubricating oil. None of the people present would even notice, but the results would be more than meaningful for him.


<Clash (5)> End.


*eighth grade syndrome: also known as chyuunibyou, it refers to a phase in life where teens experience delusions of grandeur, to the point of convincing themselves that they are special and/or have special powers and abilities.

A boy who was living an ordinary life in another world suddenly came to the present world.

Social systems, way of life and morals... They have all changed.

How will the boy try to survive?

What kind of life will the boy live?

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