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The bus came to a screeching halt in front of the student infested school. I snap out of my daze and swivel my head around to see everyone getting off the bus. I quickly grab my bag and bolt for the front of the bus. I get behind Ryan and hop off.
"Someone daydreaming on the bus?" He teases and I punch the back of his arm. "Hardy har har, no I wasn't," I admit and walk beside him while we enter the dreaded high-school.
"Sure seemed like it, anything interesting in your headspace?" He asked looking down at my 5'3 figure compared to his 5'9.
"Nothing..." I spit back at him followed with a grumble as I stuff my fists into the pockets of my hoodie. He emits an unsatisfied huff while he dismisses my answer and chooses not to press further which I gladly accepted with open arms.
We both waltzed into the hallway filled to the brim with humans of our own age while I scoff at the sight of the not so fortunate "fresh-meat" who got her books tossed to the floor by the freeloaders who think they own this school.
"Serves you right for bumping into me b***h, learn your place." The senior snapped down at the freshman girl who was scrambling around the floor for her books and papers.
I walk up to the guy, look him up and down and knee him in the balls before bringing his arm toward me so he was eye height for my short stature. "Listen to me bastard, mess with the freshmen one more time and it won't be your tiny a** sack that hurts next time." I threaten while he tries to give protection to his sensitive parts with his ego between his legs.
I let go as he runs off with the rest of his naive gang members and then bend down to help the poor girl. "Here let me help you," I offer to her as I place her books into her small arms and help her back up.
"T-thank you so much, J-jade r-right?" She thanks me and guesses correctly. I nod in agreement and push strands of her hair out of her face. "You're correct. Don't let anyone run you over ok? Ever need help with those idiots again, call me." I offer and she gives a bright smile before heading to her class just when the minute bell rings.
Ryan leans up against the lockers at the side of the hallway with a smirk over his face. "Thought Thomas was gonna get more than a knee to the balls but that works too." He jokes and I nudge his arm.
"Come on we're gonna be late for English," I state as we walk to our class.
See I don't let anyone get bullied in this school. Not on my watch. Just because their younger and smaller doesn't mean you have the right to beat them up. Just ticks me off.
I make my way into our classroom the moment the tardy bell rang. I feel satisfied when things land at the right times, it's just perfect. But not to my English teacher.
"Jade Williams and Ryan Klotts, always right on the bell. Don't you both ride the bus to school? You should be in my room before the bell rings even a few seconds earlier would be much appreciated." She nags while we find our seats at the back of the classroom.
"Sorry I couldn't find my notebook and Ryan was helping me find it in my locker." I lied while she responds with a huff. I turn my head toward Ryan and receive a cocky smirk from him and chuckle I in response.
"So class, before we were rudely interrupted by Mrs. Williams and Mr. Klotts, please finish your bell-work then turn to page 205 in Fahrenheit 451." Mrs. Anderson announces while I grumble in my seat from calling Ryan and myself out for arriving "just on time".
I pull my binder out from my bag when a paper falls out of it and onto the floor. A completely black notecard sits on the ground staring back at me while it captures my attention. A heel stomps on top of it and I quickly flip my gaze up to the owner of the fancy stiletto.
Of course, Mrs. Anderson. She glared at me before bending over and flashing her plastic surgery into the poor innocent soul that sits beside me. She wraps her perfectly painted fingernails around the black note like a claw latching onto its prey. She pulls it off from underneath her stiletto. She stands back up straight and glances at the note before placing it back onto my desk.
"Blank...useless. Get to work." She blurted rather sharply before click-clacking away with those heels against the white tile back to her desk. I could have sworn she wanted to kill me at that moment. Ever since the beginning of the year, she has had this expected hatefulness towards me for no reason whatsoever.
I slip the black note into my back pocket before opening my paper filled binder to the bell-work section. I fill out the sentence she wanted us all to write down before pulling out Fahrenheit 451 from my backpack and flipping to the designated page.
The book audio played from the speakers and the author continued where we left off from yesterday. I feel my eyes drift while the letters turned to blurred blocks luring me to sleep. The monotone voice wasn't helping either.
I hear a crack sound from the corner of my desk as a ruler slapped the wood while I jolt awake. "Stay awake Williams." She sneered before lifting her dangerous ruler from my abused desk. I blink rapidly and nod in response while I continued to read with the class and the voice.
I feel my bum get rapidly hot and quickly pull out the black note that resided in my pocket. Letters burned into the paper and engraved it precisely.
"I've been waiting for you. Meet me at the back of the school after lunch." It wrote across the midnight-black card and my heartbeat quickened substantially.

A notecard mysteriously appears and sends messages to Jade during school. Who are they from? What is the senders intention? Will they stop being sent or will something happen? A person follows her till she submits to his message and till then she is left clueless.

Our presentation went well. We haven't much in school since. It's currently a Thursday morning and as usual, I wake up nice and disoriented.
The dreams I have had the last couple of nights have been weird. I haven't had a nightmare in about 3 days but I've had this reoccurring dream. I'm walking through some sort of festival, holding someone's hand. The guy's hand fits perfectly in mine and he walks ahead of me. He has dirty blonde hair that blows in the wind. And right before I wake up, I see his smile.
I don't know if it's supposed to mean something or not but I can't shake the feeling that I know the person.
"Lena let's go. We're going to be late." I can hear Dad call from downstairs, shaking me out of my daydreams. I head down with my backpack in tow and get in the car.
When we pull up to the school, the gang is there waiting for me.
"Why do you look so weird?" Of course that's the first sentence out of Ashton's mouth.
"Why does your face look so weird?" I ask him right back.
"No seriously, wait. Are you wearing makeup?" Abby asks while her face contorts into something like I've never seen before.
"Yes. I woke up early and got bored. Is it a crime to wear makeup?" I push past them and start walking into the school.
"When its you, yes." Sam asks when he comes up next to me. "What's the real reason?"
"Mom just told me to look good today. She wouldn't give me anymore information than that so I just did what she said and left." I open my locker and throw my stuff in there and get my books for first period.
"Your mother is a scary woman." Sam replies.
"You can say that again."
We continue about our day as usual. Everything seems to be going as normal but when I walk into chemistry, the teacher smiles a little in my direction. I nod it off and go to sit at my desk. Alex isn't here yet which I find kind of strange since he always beats me here.
When there is only thirty seconds left until the bell rings, he walks in with a smirk on his face. He comes and sits next to me like nothing has happened.
"What did you do to your face?" He asks nonchalantly. I analyses my face with an almost sneer.
"Is there something wrong with it?" I ask, turning away from him.
"Nothings wrong with it. I just prefer you with no makeup." He replies as he takes out his notebook and starts to write. I'm taken aback for a moment.
"I don't live to please you do I?" I return.
"No," he pauses and I think he won't say anything else until he adds, "But you could."
His smirk is bigger than any I've ever seen. I grin to myself, "You wish."
There is only ten minute left in class. I notice how the teacher cut his lesson down to be shorter than it normally is. Now we're just going through and finishing up any work that we may need to do for another class. Of course, I already finished my other classes work, seeing as how I didn't have much to finish. I'm reading what most people call a classic, "Fahrenheit 451"
"What are you reading?" Alex nudges me with his elbow. I don't look up.
"A book."
"I can see that much. What book is it?" He tries to read a little bit over my shoulder. I push him away.
"Fahrenheit 451." Turn away from him and read.
"Sounds like a-" he gets interrupted by the intercom coming on.
"Ich bin hier, kleine, Schwester." I hear the deep, yet familiar voice say.
"What did they say?" Alex asks.
"I'm here little sister." I reply without looking at him. I look at the door, at the person standing inside of it.
Sebastian is standing there holding a bouget of flowers. A small smile is playing at his lips. He is in full uniform yet I can see how different he looks. He is much more muscular now and his skin is a little darker. But here he stands in the door of my high school.
A tear slides down my cheek before I have time to stop it. I suck in a sharp breath. Before I know what I'm doing, I'm running and jumping into his arms. I jump on him so hard that he stumbles back a step and laughs against my hair. I laugh in the midst of crying.
"Its ok. I'm home now." He says while rubbing done my hair and holding me up. I'm practically squeezing the life out of him.
"I know." He sets me down and pulls back to look at me. "Do you know anything about Eric?"
"He's still stationed out west but he should be getting home soon. I'm sorry it took so long for me to come home. I wanted to come back so many times but I couldn't leave."
"It's ok." I hug him again, "You're back now. You're back."
He smiles against my neck and tells me, "Go get your stuff, let's get out of here."
I pull away and walk over to my desk. I wipe at my eyes to wipe away all the tears. I look up and see Alex looking at me weirdly.
"What?"
"Nothing, its just, well, you really can show your feelings." He shakes his head and grins a little, looking down at his work. 
I shake my head and grab my stuff. I head back to the door where Bash is waiting for me. I smile to myself and head in his direction. When I reach him, he slings an arm around my shoulders and leads me down the hallway.
"So who was that boy eyeing you up?" He asks like it's no big deal while I start choking on oxygen.
"I'm sorry what?"
"That guy you sit next to. I saw the way he was looking at you. It's like you were his next meal. I saw the hunger in his eyes. I'll kill him if you need me too. Although I'm pretty sure your perfectly capable on your own." He squeezes my shoulder for emphasis but keeps us walking. 
"Alex? I don't even think you could call him a friend. He just makes snide comments but he's harmless I think. Mom and Dad have met him. They seem to like him but I don't really see anything."
"Why have Mom and Dad met him?" 
"He came over because we had to work on a project. You know how Mr. Foust is." I open the door to the parking lot and look out. "Where are Mom and Dad?"
"What do you mean where is Mom and Dad? They don't know I'm home. I came straight from the airport." He looks at me like I should know this.
"So how will we get home?" I push back the questions swarming in my head. I'll consider them later.
"I called Corbin. He's going to take us." Corbin is Bash's best friends from high school. He was kind of like a 3rd brother to me growing up.
"Ok."
---
"How are you going to tell them?"
"I don't know. I was thinking you could go in first since they think you're with Sam or someone and then I could just come in after you." His leg is twitching and I can see it.
"You're nervous aren't you?" I grin a little without meaning too.
"Maybe." He says. 
I open the door and step into the foyer and set down my bags. Everything seems to be normal, until mom comes in.
"So... Did he ask?" She asks, a huge smile plastered in her face.
"Did who asks what?" I couldn't be more confused right now.
"Oh. He didn't. That's fine. He may not of had the right moment. Wait why are you standing like that? You look all nervous and..." She sucks in a sharp breath when Bash steps in behind me. I watch the tears roll down her face. She runs up and throws her arms around her neck while she starts to sob.
"What's going o-" Dad pauses mid step when he sees his son. He walks slowly, as if he almost doesn't believe he's really here. "You're back." 
"Yeah. I am." Bash says back when he pulls away from Mom a little.
Dad seems to consider his response before he slaps him on the shoulder and says, "And you didn't call? I thought I raised you better than that." 
Dad gives him the biggest hug I've ever seen him give anyone. I can't help but smile to see how happy they all are. I sneak past them and head up stairs to my room. 
I flop down on my bed when I hear my phone start ringing. I pick it up and see that Eric is facetiming me.
"So I see you all got the surprise." He says. 
"It would have been better if it came as a package deal with the both of you. When are you coming home?" I roll over and lay my head on my pillow.
"Soon. I'll be home soon little sis." He smiles at the end.
We talk for as long as we can before he has to go back to his duties. I've missed being able to talk to them much less being able to slap them in the face whenever I want. I don't think I'll ever get enough of seeing my family happy like this. I just hope it doesn't have to end.

What should one do when the world isn't made for you? When you dream of living in a different time just so you have a shot at changing the world, how do live in the now? Who changes your voice so that it can be heard?

Vida Nu
Oceana, Official Imperialist Territory
8: 45 p.m. A.S.T. (Ancient Standard Time)
"Where in the world were you? And why...WHY DID YOU COME HOME SO LATE!!!!?????? I WAS WORRIED SICK! The military started shooting at protesters and I'd thought you gotten injured...or worse GOTTEN YOURSELF KILLED!!! What happened???!!!" Jasmine shouts, absolutely livid. 
Jasmine is my opposite in almost every way. Where I am a reckless rebel, she is a rule follower. Her tanned skin and light-brown hair contrasts with my ghostly-pale skin and jet-black hair. We constantly fight each other like cats and dogs, but in the end, she is always family. Sadly, she acts like my mom sometimes, and scolding me (for my recklessness) has practically become a part-time job for her. 
"I'm sorry I came so late. I took a more roundabout path back home through the forest to try to lose anyone who might've been following me, and I sorta found something along the way..."
"You picked something up along the way? What does that mean...?" Jasmine says, her voice going up an octave out of suspicion. 
Without further ado, I open the tote at my side to show Jasmine what I'd found. 
"It's a...book?" says Jasmine, clearly surprised that I'd just found randomly picked up some book that's been who knows where. "Oh my goodness, why in the world is this thing so dirty! Seriously, who knows how many germs this thing has?! And where in the world did you dig this up?!"
"Oh, the book might be very dirty....because I sort of dug it up. From the ground. It was...buried on a hill."
Jasmine, who really, really hated germs and dirt stared at the book in fear. It was practically her worst dream come true. 
"Okay, that's it. That thing is going back in the ground where it was buried," Jasmine says quickly.
"Yes, but aren't you the least bit curious? It doesn't have the Regulatory Seal on it," I reply excitedly.
"Oh my...Y-you realize what this means, right?" Jasmine says, her voice shaking.
"Yes..."
All (legal) books in Imperialist territory had a Regulatory Seal on them, meaning that the information had been censored and approved by the government. This book doesn't have the seal, meaning it had probably been buried in the ground for a good reason. If it had been found, it would've been incinerated in the contraband furnaces like everything else.
"Okay, well, what are we waiting for? Let's open it," I say, reaching for the book. 

"What? We just established that this book is illegal and you want to read it? Goodness, it's almost as if hearing that you can't read this book makes you want to read it even more! The book was probably buried for a reason, you know."
"Exactly, though I was also hoping that this book contained information from previous civilizations, before they became a part of Imperialist Territory." So I can read something that hasn't been strictly censored by the government for once in my life. Plus, I've been rereading Fahrenheit 451 (which is outlawed in Imperialist Territory) for about 10 years now, and it gets a little boring sometimes. No way am I missing a chance for new reading material!
I brush dirt, grime, and dust off the stiff leather cover before opening the ancient-looking book.
"Well, what does it say?" Jasmine inquired, curiosity getting the best of her.
"It says 'As Fate Falls' on the first page. That's it. The rest of the pages are blank." I stare at the page to check that my eyes aren't deceiving me. I skimthe other pages a second time. Nothing. Rats, there goes my hope for new reading material.
"Um....what?" Jasmine asks, clearly just as confused as I am.
"Wait hold on, I was wrong about there being no seal on the book earlier. There is a seal on the book's cover. Look!"
"What in the world is that?" asks Jasmine, who looks about ready to chuck the book into a ditch and leave it there to rot for eternity.
A gust of wind from the window blows more dust and dirt off the book's cover, revealing a mysterious insignia. Blue and golden rays of light pulse from the marking, giving it an otherworldly glow. Before Jasmine can tell me otherwise, I touch the mark and the world goes white.

Austin/Vector's P.O.V.

When I stepped out of the teleporter, I realized something was seriously different about the room.

"When did that get here?" Tamra asked, pointing to the fifth transport on the platform. It looked exactly like ours, but with a different avatar on its screen. 

"It seemed as if the platform automatically adjusted itself to fit this new pod," my best friend thought aloud. "But why?"

We all turned to V.E.R.A. expectantly. She answered with no hesitation. "The platform is designed to adjust and fit the fifth transportation pod in case of Giga's sudden return."

Trey huffed. "There's that name again. Giga."

I sighed, walking over to the other side of the computer table. I looked at my cyber-sister, staring at her with a deadly serious expression. "V.E.R.A., we really need you to tell us who this Giga is."

She stared at me blankly, like usual. "Need, or want?" She asked firmly. 

"Need V.E.R.A.," Tamra confirmed, standing next to me. Trey and Parker stood on the other side of her. "If we don't know who our new teammate is, then the next time Megabyte strikes, could be our last. She's the only one of us who can fight the sentinels with their new upgrade."

V.E.R.A. straightened her back. "If that's the case, I can upgrade all of your suits to have them ready by later this day." She began typing on the computer at lightning speed, per usual.

"Stop avoiding the question," Trey said. "Who is Giga?"

She stopped, mid-type. "I cannot tell you; my coding prevents me from discussing Giga's real self without her command to allow me to."

"Oh come on," Parker urged. "You can defy your code for something this little like our new teammate's identity-"

Suddenly, V.E.R.A. smashed her hands on the desk. "No, I cannot! Revealing Giga's true identity is dangerous information and should not be trifled with. My code states that I may only discuss her real name when she reveals herself to you personally and gives me the word. Do not tell me to defy my code!"

Her eyes were clouded with anger during her rant, but immediately after they changed to regret. They widened and she cupped her hands over her own mouth. "I-I-I am sorry," she stuttered, for the first time ever. V.E.R.A.'s hands returned to the keyboard and she kept her eyes glued on the screen. "I shall continue with the upgrade. Time of upgrade completing is approximately 3.06 hours to..."

My attention no longer was focused on her words, or anything of V.E.R.A. at all. Instead, my gaze fell on the blonde next to me as she gently tugged on the ends of her sleeve every now and then. Her facial features were relaxed, her legs in a sort-of lean back and chill position as she rested her arm on top of one of the higher, sky blue table. 

I took into account that her hair was pulled back from her peachy face by a simple skinny black headband, though it didn't prevent the later baby hairs curling right in front of her face. She didn't seem to mind at all, but it pestered me a little. It might've only blocked that little part of her face but it's still blocking those who pass by from seeing those sparkling dark emerald eyes. But that smile on her face, it seemed rather forced.

As I silently inspected her, I realized Tamra might've done this on purpose. Not for a fashion statement like she usually does for her vlog followers. Like she knew it was like this the entire day and decided to not let it change. It was like a mistake that she didn't mess with or fix.

So I made the decision to fix it for her.

Carefully, I reached over and pulled back that little strand of hair from her face, tucking it right behind her ear. She inhaled sharply and whipped her head over to meet my eyes. Hesitantly, I pulled my hand back to my side and stared down at my red Nike sneakers, my face burning from embarrassment. What was I thinking? I thought.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"How was school, you three?" My mother asked V.E.R.A., Parker and me as we walked into the kitchen. Parker usually comes over after school when he doesn't have any after school plans. We would either help each other with homework (more like he always helps me), talk about life, or play Cyber Guardians. V.E.R.A. now just helps tutor Trey or gets "human girl" lessons from Tamra.

V.E.R.A. nodded contently. "Our day went with splendidly," she lied smoothly. "And how was yours and the hospital, Judy?"

My mom sighed as she placed the another plate in one of the top cabinets. "Stressful, like always." She turned towards me. "Sorry Austin, but I'm going to have to do another night shift at the hospital. One of our doctors needs to take care of her son, the elementary prodigy with the broken leg I told you about."

I shrugged. It was normal for my mom to do this. "It's fine, mom," I replied. "Just tell her that I hope Henry feels better before his big debate." 

"I will." She nodded and ventured to her room down the hall.

Parker tapped me on the shoulder. "How much homework do you have today?" He asked, both of us falling into step towards my room. 

"Three assignments. Mr. Hansen is making our class write an entire essay on the important things of coding." I paused, stopping right in front of my door. Looking down at my best friend, I gave him a confused look. "Why am I telling you this? We have the same classes just at different times."

His face flushed. "I kinda finished them already..." he trailed off. But I let it go; I should've expected this from my nerdy bro. "Did the math assignment due tomorrow from now at lunch, the essay during my free period which is supposed to be completed a week from today, and I already read Fahrenheit 451 at least five times in my life, so I'm ready for Friday. But I'm not dropping any spoilers for you."

I playfully punched him in the arm and opened the door with my other hand.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

After around an hour of 'doing' homework, I tossed my ballpoint pen down on my blue wooden desk and nearly slammed my face into my 2-inch thick math book.

"You know that no matter how hard you do that to yourself, with your strength, you're incapable of getting a concussion, meaning that you'd still have to do your homework?" Parker commented from the corner of my room.

I buried the side of my face in my arms laid upon my desk and looked over at him. There he was, in the corner of my room on a big red beanbag - which is kinda funny since he is so small - reading Fahrenheit 451, just halfway from finishing. I was too exhausted to even ask why and lifted my head up. 

My eyes caught onto a bright red-framed picture of me and my friends on our first day of school. The five of us were standing in front of Alan Turing High, each of us showing our true colors. Trey in his basketball uniform, spinning his basketball on his finger; V.E.R.A. was still wearing a mixed-matched outfit from that day, paired up with a blank face; me being, well, me; Parker and his books and nerdy stuff; and Tamra.

Her hair was long and in perfect curls, which I had to adjust to after her haircut a week ago. Her eyes sparkled like emeralds in the moonlight, despite it being taken at around 15:00. She held her yellow phone case over her heart as she showed off her dimpled smile. A real smile.

My mind turned back to when I pulled back Tamra's hair earlier  today. Her eyes were clouded, no longer having that sparkle like from last night during our team game night. Her laughter was so filled with relief and enjoyment, she was purely happy. But today, after the mission, she seemed to force everything. 

But why? Why does she force her happiness and hide this stuff from me-

"Hey Tamra! When did you get here?" Parker said, breaking my train of thoughts. I was so startled that I fell out of my rotating chair, just an inch away from slamming my face into the edge of my desk. I came in contact with my fuzzy red carpet and a pair of smelly sneakers. I grimaced and quickly pushed myself off the ground to face my friend.

"Nice to see you're finally awake!" He gave me a mock smile and bookmarked his page. "By the way, you're crush isn't here."

"Tamra isn't here?" I let that question slip from my mouth. "I mean, she's not my crush. Not that I'm saying I have a crush." I began to ramble but stopped myself from continuing to a full-on rant. 

Parker rolled his eyes and stood up. I realized now he was clutching a pastel green spiral notebook with electric green stripes. But I already knew that he hid a tablet inside of it, so it wasn't filled with only paper. "Anyways, I was putting up a list of people of who might be our new teammate."

"Did you put the Bionic Blade on it?" I asked, sitting back down on my chair as he settled onto the edge of my pale blue blanketed bed. "It was quite obvious with her equipment and agility."

He bit his lip. "Not exactly," he gave a so-so hand signal. "There is a 97.8% chance that Giga is the Bionic Blade, based on statistics and stuff. But even though we are almost certain they are the same person, we still don't know the identity of the Bionic Blade. So this list is titled 'Who is the Bionic Blade / Giga?'." He flipped open the notebook to the tablet screen and handed it over to me.

Who is the Bionic Blade / Giga? 

1. Shari Li 📱 

"Shari?" I wondered aloud. "Why her?"

Parker shrugged. "Well, she's really close to Tamra, so maybe she found out about Room 0 somehow. I really doubt it though, but she's the first suspect in mind."

2. V.E.R.A. (Carter?)

I snapped my fingers in slight realization. "That makes sense. She doesn't wish for anyone to find out about her identity, so maybe that's why she blew up earlier. V.E.R.A. might've felt left out of this so she might've became the Bionic Blade."

"Which is why your 'sister' is on the list!" My best friend exclaimed. But a second later, his face fell. "Though, number 3 makes more sense than candidates 1 and 2."

"Then why did you put her as number 3?" I inquired. 

"For suspense and drama?" His shoulders raised along with his eyebrows.

I rolled my eyes at his antics and moved on to the last person.

3. Jane Carter? 💜🖤💚

My heart skipped a beat. My smile dropped from my face as I looked up at Parker. He was fiddling with something on his finger as he pressed his lips together with uncertainty. 

"Why?" I whispered. He looked up and I spoke at a normal volume. "She's been missing for almost two years. Why-"

"Because after analyzing Giga's fighting techniques, comparing interests with Jane's and other stuff, there is an 82.5% chance that our Jane Carter is the Bionic Blade. Ergo, making her Giga, our new teammate. Besides, remember what V.E.R.A. accidentally slipped last night? 'Jane Carter was a great guardian' or something like that?"

I handed him back his tablet before I dropped it from all my shaking. I held my head in my hands, my mind mentally spinning. The signs, there were so many of them. They were so obvious that it seemed too unreal. My sister, the one who I thought was dead for 2 whole years, could possibly be alive and saved me from dying without me knowing.

My best friend sighed. "I know it doesn't seem likely but it is still possible," he attempted to explain. "It's just that, ever since last night, I couldn't stop thinking about Jane. I remembered all her hobbies, her talents, her memories. Then, it just... I dunno, clicked."

I bit my lip and lifted my head up from my hands. "We can't tell anyone until we gather more evidence that Giga is my so-called deceased sister," I decided. "Especially not my mom. She's already handling so much; who knows how she'll react to her own daughter that Jane is out there in town fighting criminals."

Well, I'm pretty sure my mom would be more proud than scared. I'm just making it sound like a bad thing. Of course, with my sister's "abilities", I believed Jane was more than capable when protecting the city.

He nodded. "Wasn't thinking otherwise."

Then I smirked at him. "Also, why did you put a purple heart, a black heart, and a green heart next to my sister's name?"

Parker's face turned red with embarrassment as he clicked a few buttons on the screen. "T-t-that's n-nothing!" He stammered, shutting the book closed. 

I rolled my eyes once again; I wasn't oblivious to his crush on Jane. Of course, I became slightly overprotective of her after I found out but not too much or else he would've found out. 

Ding! He opened his book and his eyes widened in surprise. "Sorry, my parents want me to come home for dinner and take care of my new cat, Trixy." He grabbed his backpack and began to walk out of the door. But he stopped to catch another smirk on my face. "Yes, I named my cat after the black cat that Jane found that one time. In memory of her, not because I like-like her."

"I never said anything of you like-liking her," I replied smugly. 

"Gah!" He scurried out the door and left my house, slamming the bedroom door behind him. I got up from my chair and flopped down onto my bed chuckling to myself. Parker is a strange, strange little boy.

What if there were a fifth guardian? Someone new to the group yet familiar. Someone who's not as they seem. Someone who will change their lives forever.

~~~

Meet the long lost sister to Austin Carter, who's supposed to be dead. Everyone wondered why Austin felt sad when recalling the memory of his old house. He always thought that he was the reason the garage, along with his father's lab, was caught on fire. But Parker knew it was more than that; the moment his sister went inside the garage, it was caught on fire. The police never found the body but presumed she was dead. 

One day, a new superhero appears in their town, as well as in the Digiverse. Parker suspects it's someone he knows, but how can he be so sure that it was really the survivor of the Carter Fire? Also, when did the survivor have bionics and rollerblades?

~~~
 
Disclaimer: I only own "Jane" Carter and any other characters that I may or may not write in this book. All the others are part of the Netflix original series, Reboot: The Guardian Code.

"Here we go!" I exclaimed blissfully, striding towards the sunny beach. 
"Where should we set the umbrella, buddy?" Brad followed behind, carrying a large blue and white striped umbrella on his shoulder.
"Somewhere shady would be nice," I peered at the expansive beach through my sunglasses. "How about over there?"

-----

The semester had ended, and thankfully our secret relationship had never been found out. Nathan, Antonia and I had all survived our finals and summer was approaching. Brad and I had been together for about ten months and our relationship was still stronger than ever. Today we were planning to chill at the beach together now that the weather was finally hot.
Brad and I sat next to each other as we began applying our suntan lotion. We had set up a black and white mandala beach towel underneath the umbrella, and Brad had brought a huge bottle of mouthwatering iced lemonade, which he was pouring right then.
"Here," He handed me a transparent plastic cup and I took a sip.
"I've also got two books today, 'Their Eyes Were Watching God' by Zora Neale Hurston and 'Fahrenheit 451' by Ray Bradbury" He threw the books on the towel. 
"Wait… Zora? Like from Zelda?" 
Brad chuckled. "I didn't take you for a Zelda fan."
"Ocarina of Time was my childhood!"
"I'm more of a Majora's Mask guy, to be honest." He ruffled my hair and pointed at the books. "Are you in a mood to read then?"
"I'll have some Zora today," I grabbed the book and placed it next to my phone. "Oh wow, my phone's already heating up like crazy."
"I'M heating up like crazy!" Brad wiped his arm on his forehead, then taking off his shirt.
"Now I'm also heating up like crazy." I gazed at his body, then up at a mischievous grin on his sweaty face.
"Good. Take off your shirt." He began spreading lotion on his chest.
I did as he told and threw my shirt aside. I then slid off my shorts, revealing the swim trunks beneath. I stuffed my clothes into my beach bag.
"Turn around," Brad instructed. "I'll rub some lotion on your back."
I complied and lay on my stomach. Brad kneeled over my back and buttered it with plenty of lotion. 
"Time to get tan." I turned my head to face him, but was met with a soft peck on the lips instead. I was taken by surprise.
He laughed and smacked my butt. "If you need me, I'll be napping."
I grabbed the book, not feeling the incentive to read it yet.

The beach was not crowded at all today, and was occupied by mostly couples and families with children. The sun was beaming brightly, sunshine scattering across the ocean coating it with light blue luster. The distant sound of waves was merged with the noise of beach-goers. 

I suddenly had an urge to nap as well, so I decided to rest my eyes for a while, feeling the gentle scorch of the sun above me.

-----

"Hey." Someone was tapping my back.
I opened my eyes and turned to see Brad sitting against the umbrella pole, a book in his hand.
"Look at this," He showed me a photo of myself asleep on his phone that I could barely make out in the sunshine. "You're so cute when you're asleep."
I rolled my eyes and sat up.
"What time is it?"
"Five p.m."
"That's kind of late."
"Yes, we should go for dinner later."
I rubbed my eyes and checked my phone for notifications, all the while Brad kept on reading his book.
"You know what?" Brad suggested. "Let's soak ourselves!"
"Sure," I stood up and pulled Brad up by his arm.
We made our way towards the shore, watching the clear blue waves lap the sand. Brad stepped into the water, while I followed closely behind. The water was definitely cool, probably heated up by the warmth of the sun so was in the perfect temperature for us to take a dip in.

"This is nice," I sighed, stepping deeper into the water. I looked off into the distance, seeing a number of outlying islands in the far horizon. The sun was beginning to set, a red ball of flame hiding behind purplish orange clouds.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" Brad put his arm on my shoulder.
"Not as beautiful as you." I responded.
"That's so cheesy, coming from you Ped." Brad chuckled.
"Not as cheesy as some of the things you've said." I laughed along, poking his gut.
"Touché," He splashed some water on my body, to which I responded with a splash on his. We ended up playing in the shallow water for nearly half an hour. 

As I turned towards the shore, all of a sudden, I was gripped by Brad by the waist.
He was crouching down, the water nearly covering his shoulders. 
"Hey, there are people watching." I laughed.
"Not anymore." He pointed to the now empty beach with a smirk.
The beach-goers had all probably left for dinner, now that the sun had set and the sky was beginning to darken. 

I felt an urge to pee.
"But I want to take a piss, Brad." 
"I do too."
"So let's go use the restrooms." I pointed towards a cabin on the beach.
"Or…"
He stood up and held my chin, leaning in for a kiss. 
"Are you interested in piss play?"
Woah, I thought, I did not expect that at all. 
Only Brad would be able to think of performing piss play at a time like this. Nevertheless, the thought of being pissed on by him aroused me tremendously. 
"Here?" I asked.
"Yup." He smiled. "What do you think?"

"Let's try it." I smiled and held him by his hips.

Disclaimer: this novel is very gay and NSFW

Gay college student Ped Luca falls in love with a young professor Brad and tries to maintain a discrete relationship in campus, while his friends Nathan and Antonia help them cover up.

Volume 1: After a fateful encounter one morning, Ped goes on a series of dates with his new professor Brad that are filled with steamy moments and situations.

Volume 2: Ped and his new professor boyfriend Brad spend their first summer together as a couple, meeting new people and trying new things along the way.

Volume 3: As Ped’s third year of college begins, he tries to find balance in his relationships with Brad and Nathan while he is offered an interesting side-job.

"She's still asleep so it's all good. Her fever seems to be gone for the most part but just make sure she takes these when she wakes up. And please make sure she eats and gets a lot of rest. She can't leave this house and keep her away from anything she can use to hurt herself."
"Yes sir." Korra mocks him and Trevor places a kiss on her head as he picks up his bag, ready to leave. I close the bedroom door and walk into the living room.
Trevor notices me first.
"Oh Ree, you're awake. How're you feeling?" He places a hand on my forehead.
"I'm okay." This time I don't lie.
"I can tell. You have a real smile on your face this time." We laugh and Trevor pulls me into a tight hug before leaving.
Korra places her hands on my shoulders and pushes me back into the room. "You get back into bed, I'll get breakfast ready and bring it to you."
She pushes the curtains aside, brightening the room. Sam runs in just as Korra is about to shut the door. He jumps on the bed and places his head on my lap waiting to be pet.
"Hey buddy. How've you been holding up? Better than me I presume." He snuggles closer and I slowly pet his head down to his belly.
"Of course you're fine, you don't even know what's going on. I'm the one who's going through hell right now."
"Tea or coffee?" Korra shouts from the kitchen.
"Coffee, no sugar!" I answer and turn back to Sam.
"So what should I do now? I really don't where my life's headed right now. I think I'm going to actually have to get a real job. I can't depend on my dad or Korra for the rest of my life. I don't even want to." Sam whimpers as if he feels the same way I do about working.
"I know boy. I'm dreading it too. What can I even do? I've never thought about what I want to do with my life before. I don't even know what I want to do with myself right now."
"Maybe being by myself for once will give me time to understand myself better. I'd calling it running away but I'm not a kid anymore so it doesn't count as running away anymore. I'll just call it a vacation. I can't just sit at home and mope for the rest of my life right?" Sam turns around and the slow pet turns to a belly rub.
"Exactly. But I need to tie up all these loose ends lying around. I don't want to have to come back until I'm ready to start over. It's like HM used to say, 'shit happens, but that doesn't mean you should turn to shit too.' She used to give the best-worst advice". I laugh to myself.
I stand up and enter the closet to hang my robe. As I turn on the light, the first thing to catch my eye is the briefcase on the top shelf. Asher's briefcase. I almost forgot that I had it. I haven't even opened it.
I hang the robe, pull the briefcase off the shelf and take it to the bed. The passcode is 0218, our wedding anniversary. As I twist the last knob to 8, I hear a click. The latches snap open and I pull the handle up.
The inside of the briefcase is so disorganized, it looks like it had been tossed around quite a lot; it probably was. A picture of me and Asher that we took on our trip to Paris for our honeymoon was held back by an elastic string at the top of the case. Two books lay side by side on the very top, Ray Bradbury's 'Fahrenheit 451' and Ted Dekker's 'Tea with Hezbollah'. His toothbrush and shaving stick are together under a blue and red striped cardigan.
First of all, when did Ash start reading fictional books? He's read 'Tea with Hezbollah' like three times but he would never read a book like Fahrenheit 451. And where did he get this hideous cardigan? I've always hated striped clothes and so has Asher, he says it makes him look fat.
Third, I packed his all his toiletries – including his toothbrush and shaving stick – in the small pouch of his carry-on. How did they end up here?
"Sam, don't you think all this just feels very off? Or am I just overthinking it? Maybe he was looking for something in both his briefcase and carry-on in such a rush that he disorganized it all. Seems plausible. What would he do without me?"
"Talking to the dog now? I told Trevor to do a brain scan before bringing you home." Korra comes in with a tray of oatmeal and French toast with a cup of coffee. I quickly cover the briefcase with the duvet and slide in under it.
"I was just thinking. Thanks for breakfast." She places the tray on my lap and Sam starts to sniff around for what he can grab.
"So what were you guys chatting about? Me?" Korra picks a banana slice from the oatmeal and shoos Sam out of the room.
"Nothing. Sam just told me to go to Ash's office later today and we were discussing what I would wear." Korra eyes me suspiciously but I just stare at the food to avoid her eyes.
"Sam told you that?"
"Yes." I give her an innocent smile and take a sip of the steaming coffee.
"That's too bad since you're not allowed to leave the house today. You need to rest."
"That's fine. I'll just wait till you fall asleep or when you're in the bathroom and then I'll sneak out." I shrug.
Korra narrows her eyes at me, sending a silent threat.
"You could lock the door, I'll just go out the window. You know I can." I flash her another bright smile.
"Why do you have to be so damn stubborn? It's annoying when you don't listen. This is just like when we were kids. Do you think I like keeping you here? It's for your own good for goodness sake. But since you want to leave so bad then fine, I'll drive you there." She tosses the clothes she was folding on the bed and storms out of the room. I snicker as she slams the door behind her. I don't like riling her up but when I do it's the funniest thing ever.
3 HOURS LATER
"Are you ready?" Korra snaps as she snatches the car keys off the counter and pulls on her shoes.
"Yes ma'am." She scoffs and opens the door for me.
"See you later Sam. I'll be back before you know it." Korra slams the door behind her and storms to the elevator, not waiting for me. We take the elevator to the underground parking, the ride down is silent. I follow Korra to her car and she unlocks the door and gets in.
"Aren't you going to open my door for me?" I ask through the rolled down window. She gives me a dirty look and starts the car. I quickly get in and she zooms off before I can even buckle my seatbelt.
"I really hope we don't have to meet with Jennifer today. I don't think I can control myself anymore. Besides, it's the CEO that wants to meet with us so hopefully he's free today and we can just…"
"Either you stop talking or I turn this car around."
"Okay, geez. You didn't have to be so mean about it." I roll down the window to let the steam coming off Korra out the car.
A few minutes pass and the car stops. Korra unbuckles her seatbelt and gets out of the car, slamming her door. I rush to keep up with her as she approaches the building with long strides.
The inside looks the same, except that there are less people and less disorder in the lobby. I follow Korra as she walks up to the lady at the front desk; the same lady that walked up to us the last time we were here.
"Hi, we're here to see the CEO, we have an appointment. I'm Korra Prescott and this is…"
"Oh yes, I remember you ladies. Mr. Matthews has been expecting you. Please, right this way." She steps out from behind her desk and leads us to one of the elevators. We file in behind her and she pushes the button labelled 'TOP'.
Nine stories and three stops later, we reach the top floor. The elevator doors slide open to a wide office area with a single desk and chair by the wall. The lady behind the desk stands up to greet us before moving aside to talk to the one who brought us up.
"Ok just give me a minute, I will let Mr. Matthews know you're here." She walks to the large brown doors right in front of her desk and gives a slight knock before going in.
The lady who led us here leaves and Korra and I are left in the quiet hallway.
"What do you think he wants to do? Offer us money or…"
"Didn't I tell you not to talk to me?" She says without her expression changing. I'll have to find a way to make it up to her later.
The secretary appears again, "Which one of you is Mrs. Daulton?" I step forward.
"Please go in." She steps in front of Korra as she's about to follow me in.
"Sorry, Mr. Matthews said only Mrs. Daulton should come in. He said you should wait in the lobby for her. Please follow me." Korra and I exchange a look before she follows the secretary into the elevator.
Going into his office felt so much like being summoned to the principal's office. I take a deep breath before pushing the doors open, forgetting to knock. The room looks just like I imagined it in my head but a little smaller. The walls are white but one side is glass from top to bottom. A small glass table surrounded by three sofas are on one side of the room while on the other side is the 'big guy's' desk. Behind his desk is the glass wall and beside it is a few office file cabinets.
"Mrs. Daulton please come in. Have a seat. It's nice to finally see your face, although the situation is quite unfortunate." A man with his back turned to me motions to a chair beside the desk.
"First of all, I would sincerely like to apologize on behalf of the company. If not for the business trip Mr. Daulton was sent on, he would probably still be with us."
Probably?
He finally turns around and walks to his chair behind the desk to have a seat. He raises a small brown envelope and fiddles with it in silence before speaking again.
"I heard you weren't coming with your lawyer. That's a shame, we could have come to an agreement on the compensation." He cocks his head to the side and moves his chair closer to the table.
"That's alright. I don't need your money, that's why I didn't come with a lawyer. I don't know what you think but money doesn't change anything."
"No that's not it at all. We just want to compensate for any damages his passing has caused. I learned that you are currently unemployed and heavily pregnant. I guess the pregnancy was false information but I know for sure that you are unemployed. Do you want a recommendation instead?"
Tears prickle at the corner of my eyes and my hands instinctively go to my stomach, my now flat stomach. I abruptly stand up causing the chair to scrape the floor noisily. I haven't known this man for up to five minutes but I can tell that his cocky, straightforward self is not going to be my cup of tea.
"I said I don't want your money and I definitely don't need your help with anything. There is no 'compensation' you can do. Thank you for your time and thank you for wasting mine. I'll be leaving now." I grab my purse from where I dropped it and storm out of the office. He still has that now-annoying smile on his face as I do.
I slam the door, startling his secretary. She walks over to me with a concerned look behind her bright smile.
"You're done already? That was quick. Would you like to collect his things from his office now?" I nod and follow her into the elevator.
We stop on the fourth floor. Stepping off the elevator, she leads me down a hallway with offices on either side. She halts at a door with 'Office of Chemical Inspection' printed on it in bold letters.
The door opens to reveal a large room spanning from one side of the building to the other. Small cubicles and file cabinets fill the room. All four walls of each cubicle are glass so everyone can be seen working.
"His office is right there."
It's not that hard to find. It's the only empty cubicle there, slightly bigger than the rest. I slowly make my way to it at the end of the room with everyone's eyes on me.
The words 'Asher Caleb Daulton MSc.' are printed on the nameplate hanging on the door.
The desk inside is already cleared out and everything is in a box on the table. I take the lid off the box and peer inside. It's mostly filled with books and weird looking pens that Asher used to collect. On the very top, there's a framed picture of Asher and I from our honeymoon; a blue sticky note is stuck to the edge of the frame and a few things are scribbled on it in his handwriting.
·         Talk to Ree about having more kids after 'watermelon' is born
·         Start looking for better baby names than 'watermelon'
·         Get Ree a new car for her next birthday or take her to Cabo, whichever's cheaper.
If I wasn't crying before, I am now. With my head down and my hair shielding my face, I exit the office and walk further down the hall in search of the bathroom. I reach the end of the hallway and rush into the bathroom perfectly situated on the left. Hunching over one of the sinks, I left the tear drops fall as I blindly try to reach for the tissue dispenser.
"Here you go." A tissue is finally stuffed into my hand and I grab it without a second thought.
I dab at my eyes which are probably swollen now. "Thank you for…"
Finally raising my head, I turn to thank the person who handed me the tissue but she already had the most condescending look on her face, her signature look.
Jennifer.
"Oh no need to thank me. I love helping the weak and helpless. Makes me feel better about myself." She crosses her arm and slowly walks up behind. We both turn to face my reflection in the mirror.
"Look at you. You haven't changed a bit since middle school. Even losing a pencil could make you bawl your eyes out. So dramatic." I turn to her reflection which seemed to be towering over mine. You're only slightly taller because of your heels, don't push it.
"He was my husband, not a pencil." The nerve of this woman.
"Yeah. It's not like you had a kid for the man. Oh wait." She lets out a small chuckle as she washes her hands.
"You know, if it wasn't for your pathetic ass he's probably still be alive." She leaves the bathroom and a trail of cackles follow close behind her.
"She will sue you if you pull out her hair or break her alms. You don't have the money to be sued." I say this to myself a few times before cleaning myself up and heading back to the office.
Everyone seemed to be awaiting my return; as soon as I enter the room, they all swiftly turn around like nothing happened. Without a single word, I return the lid on the box and carry it out. I take the elevator to the lobby where Korra is waiting.
Jennifer who found her way to the lobby quickly walks towards me as I approach Korra, intentionally bumping into me, almost making me drop the box. She saunters towards the elevators without a single word. Korra jogs up and takes the box from me with a glare on her face.
"Are you okay and did I just see you swipe her key card?"
"Yeah I'm alright. I didn't even think you saw that. It's a force of habit and besides, it doesn't look like she needed it. I mean, it was just safely tucked away in her front pocket, it was practically begging to be swiped."
"One day you're actually going to end up in prison and I definitely am not going with you. I don't look good in orange." I give her a wide smile as we head home.
It's just a key card. Besides, it's not like I'm going to use it.

Riona.
In case you haven’t guessed by now, that’s me. This is my story. And I’m going to start from the very beginning, so you can get the full picture.
They say we’re not defined by our past. But I believe that the past is what makes you who you are. It moulds you. It sticks with you no matter how far ahead in life you get. And then, it catches up to you, putting you in a chokehold you can’t possibly get out of.
In my case, my past is very messy. I don’t like it, but I also can’t seem to shake it off. Almost ten years down the line, and I’m still in the same position, making the same decisions.
I thought I’d changed. I thought I was better. Little did I know, that I was just building up to get worse.
I’m not like most people, I don’t function the same way you do but I believe that it is for the best. I don’t see myself ever being normal. Normal is boring, crazy is fun.
Crazy is what I do.

From things as small as the water people drink everyday, to feats such as the colonies in outer space, a company that encompassed all aspects of people's lives gloriously stopped the "Pentagon", ruthlessly eliminated "Wall Street", integrated "Hollywood". Before the anti-trust law hammered down on the company, or rather because Xin was born under the influence of Celestial Trade in the first place, the law simply did not apply.
In short, it was a monopoly. It was an oversized "Samsung". The government was its human resources, and the army was the security at its door. The sheer size seemed to mock the Koreans. What else was scarier than turning an entire country into a company? Its efficiency and understanding of currency could not be surpassed by any bureaucracy, because it was built on the word efficiency from the beginning. As long as it could remain profitable, its growth would continue to snowball.
Of course, an enterprise like this was also quite dangerous.
Once social development had stagnated and all walks of life entered a period of saturation, then the people of Xin would be seeing soaring prices, unemployment, poverty, and endless protests. However, Celestial Trade would not let this ever happen. It controlled the internet, the media, as well as the magical Phantom Helmet; it possessed hundreds of ways to keep the people happy.
The final ending would definitely be something similar to what Ray Bradbury described in "Fahrenheit 451", the potential of the society would burn faster than any capitalism, and the society would usher in a complete dystopia...
Fortunately, Celestial Trade, or Xin, was in the perfect era.
People that used to watch the stars in their childhood were now stepping into the sea of stars. It was unknown how far they were from fully embracing the starry night, but since they took the first step, would the second step be far away?
The future offered enough space for this monster to continue to grow. Perhaps the day of stagnation would never come true...
"This report is very interesting."
As Jiang Chen read the article, he smiled, stabbed the fried egg on the plate with his fork, and put it into his mouth.
"Let me guess," Natasha drank a sip of hot milk, and as one corner of her lips turned up, she teased him, "Looking at how happy you're smiling, the Wall Street Journal definitely praised you, right?"
"It did not praise me," As he put down the newspaper in his hand, he laughed, "but it did praise my company."
He had developed the habit of reading the newspaper during breakfast a long time ago. Every day, at least forty different newspapers were delivered to the mailbox at the entrance of the mansion. Of course, it would be impossible for him to finish all of them. Typically, he would pick two and read them during breakfast and dinner.
Recently, he had been paying attention to the news on the other side of the Pacific Ocean, so he selected "Washington Post" that represented the mainstream views of the North American elites and "Wall Street Journal", a thought leader in the financial sector. Unexpectedly, as soon as he opened the first page of Wall Street Journal, he saw an economics professor's evaluation of his company and the "Xin Model".
"Chen." Natasha suddenly stopped eating, rested her chin against her interlaced fingers, and looked to Jiang Chen.
"What's wrong?" Jiang Chen glanced at her unexpectedly and joked, "Are you fascinated by my handsomeness?"
"You are the least humble among all the Chinese people I have ever met." Natasha rolled her eyes and said unceremoniously, "I have met many Chinese people. They are very humble, and also very gentlemen."
"That's because you only have a connection with me." Jiang Chen rolled his eyes as he mimicked her actions, then he mockingly replied, "My vibe is great in front of outsiders, or rather, do you prefer me to treat you like a guest?"
Natasha seemed to imagine the scene seriously in her mind, shuddered, then shook her head.
"Forget it!"
Although he didn't know what she imagined, Jiang Chen thought for a while and decided that it would be better not to ask...
...
After breakfast, Jiang Chen took the unfinished newspaper to the office.
It was Saturday today, and he didn't need to go to the company, so it was time to relax... Although he rarely visited the office during work days.
He asked Ayesha to help him make a cup of Blue Mountain Coffee, then he leaned against the window and flipped through the newspaper in his hands. Just then, there was a knock on the door, and after the door opened, Lilith, in a dress, walked in.
"Are you not playing games?" Jiang Chen looked at the unexpected Lilith, who was at the door, and put the newspaper down.
The sun must have risen from the west. Lilith did not have the Phantom Helmet on.
"I'm not playing games all the time. Recently, I discovered that the literature of this world is unexpectedly interesting," Lilith said in her usual expressionless state. "In addition, Lin Lin asked me to tell you that the weather weapon launch terminal drawing has been analyzed. It is uploaded to the database, file number ZS149."
Z was the abbreviation of Future Heavy Industries, and S was the confidentiality level.
When he heard the news, he immediately pressed the button of the watch and called the CEO of Future Heavy Industries, Yang Guanglei.
"Project No. ZS149 will start production immediately, use an industrial-grade 3D printer, I want to see a prototype within one week..."
After the phone call, Jiang Chen realized that it was Saturday.
My phone call just ruined his weekend...
Jiang Chen touched his nose in embarrassment and muttered an apology in his mind.
"Anything else?"
Lilith still stood at the door, so Jiang Chen asked.
"I have finished reading the books at home."
After he took some time to process the information, he responded.
"…so?"
"So, you can take me to the bookstore." Lilith said as if everything made perfect sense, "I have no money."
"Can't you just download it directly from the Internet?" Jiang Chen was baffled.
What age is it now, why can't you just read e-books?
Moreover, you are an advanced AI cyborg, scanning the global e-book library will take a matter of minutes for you.
"You don't understand. If you simply scan the book, you will not be able to experience the joy of reading. It's a waste of hard disk space," Lilith shook her head and said seriously, "It's just like playing games, if you only pursue the victory in data, then I might as well modify the server memory directly."
Cyborgs have so many issues...
Jiang Chen facepalmed in his mind.
"I'll go with you in the afternoon," Jiang Chen said after he glanced at the clock on the wall, "It happens to be the weekend and I have time."
The corners of Lilith's mouth slid upwards.
"Thank you."
Then, her petite figure disappeared from the door.
Jiang Chen was stunned.
She just...
Smiled, right?
I didn't just see things.
Just then, Jiang Chen's phone rang suddenly and interrupted his thoughts.
After he pressed his watch, the holographic screen unfolded in front of him.
When he saw the caller, he seemed surprised.


After the nuclear war, ruins stretch across the landscape in the apocalypse.
If you accidentally survived on the wasteland, then you must be ready to face the endless hunger, ceaseless dangers, the mad zombies at night, and the peculiar mutant creatures that are the aftermath of constant radiation.
But for Jiang Chen, this place is heaven.
Mansions standing tall, luxurious cars parked on the street, high tech products and gold abandoned everywhere.
What? You were the president of a game development company before the war? You were responsible for the development of the 3D virtual reality online multiplayer game? Well, that’s great, why don’t you come work for me. Your salary is two pieces of bread a day.
iPhone? Ultra thin design? Don’t you see that the phone I invented is thinner than a condom?
Aircraft carrier? Fighter jets? Oh, I have those things as well, but they are designed for space combat.
Watch the story of Jiang Chen, who possesses the ability to travel through space and time, as he witnesses the creation of an empire stretched across space and time... 


[Present]

I let out a loud cough, feeling like someone is squeezing my windpipe. Leaning forward, I open my mouth wide and inhale sharply. Harvey comes behind me and pats my back with his gloved hand, telling me to take slow deep breaths.

After a moment, the feeling goes away. I look at Harvey, wide-eyed. "What the fuck just happened?"

My throat is still stinging with pain as if a porcupine is crawling through it.

Harvey looks sideways at particularly nothing but the black glass wall. "It's nothing. Don't think much about it."

"Huh?" I scowl at him. While I feel like I am dying, this dude is saying that it's nothing. I realize that Harvey is single because of his careless attitude. "Harvey, I felt like someone was choking me."

"Then, you probably have Covid19 symptoms," He says shamelessly. "You should get tested."

I shake my head at him. "When did Covid19 have choking symptoms?"

"Well, it has some new symptoms every other day." Harvey returns to his seat. "A few days ago, I heard that a few patients have swollen toes symptoms."

Swollen toes? I look down at my feet. My beautiful toes are perfectly fine; they do need a manicure. Since I can't go to the salon anymore, I should try doing it at home. I wish I had a slave. A robot wouldn't be bad either. I could give them a command and they would do a manicure for me. Anyway, it's best that I don't let robots and slaves without experience touch my beautiful toes.

A distinct memory pops up in my head. It's something that I don't want to remember, but it's in my head like a red light on the road full of traffic.

Dante lifted my foot and planted a kiss before he told me that he was disgusted by my existence with clear eyes.

I push away the memory. He was a fictional character. His words didn't hold any value back then, and those words don't have any value right now. I don't give a fuck whether he was disgusted by me or not. I wish I had kicked his face.

Why didn't I do that?

It's best not to dwell on things that give you a high blood pressure.

"I am leaving." The memory has given me a sour mouth. "I don't want to continue today."

"The driver will take you back," Harvey tells me nonchalantly as he opens a copy of Fahrenheit 451. "Take some rest."

It seems that he doesn't want to follow me to the car today. The book must be interesting then. I walk out of the room and get on the elevator.

My impression of Harvey is that of a man who doesn't belong to this century. He feels like an existence who fell out of the past, got stuck in the wrong present, and now, he must wait for a future that is right for him. Until that future arrives, he must go on.

Sounds tiring, alright! But he's rich. If one is unhappy anyway, it's better to be a rich unhappy man than a poor unhappy man.

Thus, I shall find a rich man and marry him quickly. I shall be a rich unhappy wife than a poor unhappy wife.

I let out a sigh as I get into the car. The driver gives me a polite smile. I give him a nod and stare out of the window, thinking about my life.

Dante Scheledrus Wyrm.

What the fuck? I give myself a mental punch. Why am I thinking about him? Okay! I do have a good reason to think about him.

Because I was married to him and I was an unhappy wife.

Even if that marriage was in a fictitious book.

It was a marriage because I started to take it seriously.

Why did I take it seriously when I knew that it was fiction?

My answer is that I am dumb -- only sometimes.

And he was sexy.

It's hard not to have feelings for a sexy unfeeling man if one shares the room and the bed.

So, I tried to seduce him, but it didn't work out.

When we would nearly reach that point, then he would leave me dry.

So, I was an unhappy wife. Very unhappy.

Imagine only being able to lick the delicacy in front of you, not being able to swallow it whole.

My hunger rose and rose further until I started to ask him if he was impotent.

It was the beginning of my downfall.

I think he hated me. Was I too horny? I only wanted to eat the meat that was before me. Why was it wrong? He was a cockblocker anyway.

I am sure that he hated me. Being disgusted means hate.

I guess I don't want to be an unhappy wife of a rich man. I would rather be single for the rest of my life.

"Okay." I poke my forehead. "It's time to stop overthinking."

Why does it matter whether that impotent fictional man hated me or not? I don't give a fuck. I would rather sleep with Syphilis than see that arsehole emperor again.

The car stops in front of my house. I tell the driver, "See you tomorrow."

"See you, Miss Cox."

The snow seems to be thicker than yesterday. I guess that I have to make my brother shove out the snow from the way to my parents' house. I miss my apartment. Should I just leave the house and go to my apartment? But leaving my brother alone in the house seems --

Why the fuck Syphilis is standing in front of the house?

"Savina." Raymond gives me a smile that gives me an urge to turn around and walk away or throw up. "It's been a while."

"It hasn't been twenty-four hours." I grimace at him. "What were you doing at my window last night?"

"I wanted to see you." He steps toward me. "Savina, I heard that you were in a coma. I am so relieved to see you standing in front of me."

"I am so unrelieved to see you in front of me." I wish I had a shovel to break his skull open. But that's a crime and he isn't worth it. "Is your rotten dick still working?"

He stops walking and looks down in embarrassment. "Savina, I told you that it was only once. It was an accident. I was drunk that day and I mistook her as you."

"Sure, you can mistake anyone as me." I give him a look. "She has red hair like mine, curves like mine, her vagina feels like mine. So, you made the mistakes again by going back to her after we broke up."

"I thought that I lost you." He raises his voice. "I might have slept with other women, but you are the only one in my heart. It's been so long, but I can't forget you."

"Of course, you can't," I smirk at him. "I am Savina Cox. Who can forget me?"

He releases a low laugh. "It's true that no one can forget you, Savina."

"Then, you should regret your mistakes for the rest of your life." I bat my eyes at him, pointing at myself. "Once this woman throws away something whether it's a person or an object, it's trash. She never picks up trash again."

That's right. Dante Scheledrus Wyrm is also a piece of trash. I don't want to beat myself up for some trash. So what he was disgusted by me because I wanted him? "Hmph!"

I can't be less bothered. He was a fictional character anyway. It's sad that I can't even tell him to screw himself because he doesn't exist anymore.

"Savina."

I blink my eyes when I realize that Raymond is standing too close to me. He must have gotten close when I have been busy overthinking again.

He grabs my shoulders. "Let's get married."

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[CONGRATULATIONS! YOUR DREAM CAME TRUE!

YOU PASSED THE DAMN TEST. YOU HAVE RECEIVED A GOLDEN OPPORTUNITY TO CHANGE THE ENDING.]

"..."

After offending an author, she transmigrated into a book.

Did she transmigrate into the main character? a side character? A villain?

She wasn't that lucky. 

Being a nameless background character, she's supposed to stop the emperor from getting married to the evil ex-fiance and wage the war? 

As if the emperor knew anything else other than killing people!

Can she find a way to tame the emperor and give a happy ending to all the characters?

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Unlucky Transmigrator: Why can't I have a pet with 8 packs, a big D, and an innocent mind for me to corrupt?

Emperor: You want me?

Unlucky Transmigrator: When did I say that I want you?

Emperor: With 8 packs, a big D, and an innocent mind for you to corrupt, this emperor is more than qualified to be your pet.

Unlucky Transmigrator: I don't see any innocent mind here.

Emperor: Then, when did you see my 8 packs and big D?

Unlucky Transmigrator: ...

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