Everyone call me walking disaster, why ??? because my bad luck. i have aura of bad luck around me, and it can affect anyone around. 

Im Ein, Ein Watson 20 years old. Until this day, im still playing VR games call fantasy online. 10 years I playing this game and im not bored at all, why, because the developer really doing a great job to this game, almost all best game developer in the world join hand to create the best VRMMO in the world and it called Fantasy Online. 

This is my story how i become the best player in Fantasy Online that no one can oppose me in my way to ruled Gaia World

Earth died centuries ago. Fortunately, the plan for a interstelar travel worked, and humanity found it's place on a world called Light.

The tecnological advances opened inumerous possibilities. With the automation of most of the production methods, people sudently had much free time on hands. And what one seeks when they have too much free time? Fun, of course. And in this age, virtual reality is the most popular, with people spending more time on the virtual world than on the real.

31 of december of the year 487 of the new age was the day the the legendary game 'Shadow Era' closed, and the first day of January will be the day that a game that will change the world will start.

Astharos was one of the chosen to play the beta of the game know as 'Fantasy'. He had played the Shadow Era for around a year, but he completely forget it in the only week that the beta of Fantasy was online. Not only him, but every player chosed to play the beta described it the same way:
"It will be the best game ever created"



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Author notes:

First of all, i must say that english is not my native language, so expect some ( probably a lot ) of errors. I'm still learning english, and part of my motivation for writing is because i want to learn more :3

Second, a lot of Virtual Reality novels focus around a protagonist goins against other players, in guild wars and thing alike. There will be some of those on the story i'm planning, but the focus of the story will be more on the world of Fantasy itself and the conflicts between the npcs ( natives, on the world history ). So expect less PvP and much more exploration and world building.

Third, i'm only writing for fun and not as a job, so while i will try to keep a good release, i can not promise that will be fixed.

Earth died centuries ago. Fortunately, the plan for a interstelar travel worked, and humanity found it's place on a world called Light.

The tecnological advances opened inumerous possibilities. With the automation of most of the production methods, people sudently had much free time on hands. And what one seeks when they have too much free time? Fun, of course. And in this age, virtual reality is the greatest source of fun, with people spending more time on the virtual world than on the real.

31 of december of the year 487 of the new age was the day the the legendary game 'Shadow Era' closed, and the first day of january will be the day that a game that will change the world will start.

Astharos was one of the chosen to play the beta of the game know as 'Fantasy'. He had played the Shadow Era for around a year, but he completely forget it in the only week that the beta of Fantasy was online. Not only him, but every player chosen to play the beta described it the same way:
"It will be the best game ever created."



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Author notes:

First of all, I must say that english is not my native language, so expect some ( probably a lot ) of errors. I'm still learning english, and part of my motivation for writing is because I want to learn more :3

Second, a lot of Virtual Reality novels focus around a protagonist going against other players, in guild wars and thing alike. There will be some of those on the story I'm planning, but the focus of the story will be more on the world of Fantasy itself and the conflicts between the npcs ( Natives, on the world's history ). So expect less PvP and much more exploration and world building.

Third, I'm only writing for fun and not as a job, so while I will try to keep a good release, I can't promise that it will be fixed.

Just some fantasy short stories I had created for some of my friends.
They were written in Discord.

Request your fiction and I will try to write them. 
Anything goes.

Title: The Anthology In Which We Met

Description: About a student reviewer and Light Novelist classmate forming a rivalry about stories. This is about their day to day interactions as they learn more about writing stories from each other.

This is basically me writing in my pass time some concepts I don't have the time to actually write in full length. That's why I'm just listing it based on what genre story it is rather than anything concrete.

Prologue: Meeting My Dreaded Nemesis!

As a child, I always believed myself to be the hero of my own story. That I was hiding some special talent even I myself didn't know about was waiting for my time to shine. The media that affected me most was watching 'Superheroes' and other kind of generally nice protagonists easily getting ahead in life. It was like the world itself was protecting them from harm.

However, as I grew up, I realised that I severely underestimated the 'story' of life. It was when I realised that I was slowly becoming an 'outcast' with no friends in Primary School did I realise that just waiting for life to shower you with luck is just an unrealistic fantasy only protagonists in fiction could do. An actual human being needed to work hard!

To think that I was narrow-minded enough to believe that the fiction of reality was as simple as a power fantasy... It wasn't a self-indulgent tale created to cater to whims of reader's desires!

Instead, it was an extremely adaptive and interactive story where choices and the will of the almighty author of my life mattered most. The story of James Speedwagon could even become a tragedy or psychological drama if I didn't pay enough attention to the people around me. This realisation led me to aim for the perfect slice-of-life my story should be...!

This made me exercise my body, honing my fashion sense by asking my sister for advice, and generally paying attention to the 'story' happening around me so I could avoid the worst outcomes imaginable.

Once my backstory was finished and I moved on to Secondary School, I knew at that moment that this time it was truly my time to shine! The training to become a typical good-looking classmate who could enjoy is school life with his high popularity was a success. Ahhh, the wonders of using everything one has in their disposal to control their story's route~

The feeling of being control of my life is so wonderful~! Who wouldn't love this kind of life?

A mob never undergoes intense hardships!

I had a nice group of friends with the same interest as me, no bullies, high grades, and the respect of the people around me. Although their were the odd few who viewed me as stuck-up and arrogant due to their jealousy, everything was mostly perfect.

Not only did I have a great mask that allowed others to have better feelings about, but my true identity also shined in the vast ocean of the internet as Webnovelist that posted an anthology of short stories online for my own amusement. Seeing people comment in order to praise me for my hard work really made me feel that all the time I spent toiling and planning fiction was worth every moment of it.

Everything was so peaceful... until SHE came along...

"Good morning, today we're going to introduce a new transfer student. Please be sure to treat her nicely, okay?" The bald-headed teacher spoke with a tone that left no room to refute. However, before the person in question was sent to sit at her seat, the transfer gestured by putting her hand up.

"...You don't have to put up your hand."

"Sir, can I do a self introduction? Pleeeassee~" The girl transfer student stretched out her last words in an extremely cute tone. This, combined with her natural Asian beauty, made it hard deny her.

"You can..."

"Thank you, Sir~" Even her words of gratitude seemed to be affected by her bubbly personality and came out sounding pleasant to hear. If she became a voice actor then I'm sure she'd make a lot of money.

"Nice to meet everyone, my name is Tina Sakura. I may look and sound like your typical Japanese foreigner but if you ask if I actually know how to speak Japanese, then you'll be disappointed~!

Some claim I'm eccentric while others claim I'm fun to be with, but what's my most notable quality is that I'm the Light Novel author of 'Is my Big Brother really a Magic Assassin?'. My pen-name is 'Girigiri-girl' and I'm a Genius Writer that's quite popular online~!" The girl named Tina spoke with so much confidence that my short-circuited in confusion.

Was this girl out of her mind? Did she not feel any shame? How could she reveal her identity as a writer so easily? This is quite strange... Normally, most would try to avoid being labelled as some kind of 'Bookworm', but this girl seems perfectly content with the outcome...! Somehow, her bubbly personality seemed to melt everyone's hearts quite quickly... Eventually, the entire class befriended her.

However, when it finally came to my turn of having my heavily guarded heart melted by her extroverted attitude, I buckled and decided to avoid her altogether instead. Why? Well, it was because she took the 'spotlight' without even trying to.

I felt quite jealous towards her... Not only did she honestly talk about her hobbies, but she didn't even have to pay attention to anyone else's feelings to befriend them. It was almost like she was a naturally born main character who didn't need to put effort into her appearance yet still got along with everyone around her. Strangely, I've even come to hate that part about her... I feel like my effort was wasted...!

"Hey, you okay...?"

"It's nothing. Just leave me alone. Be quite in the library." I asked while spending my break 'reading'.

No, it wasn't quite that. This Girigiri-girl before me might be an 'Author', but I myself was actually a 'Troper' that recognised the ins and outs of a story in order to give it an appropriate review. My username of 'Prince Pauper, the Troper' online was treated like a grim reaper which many tried to stay away from due to my constructive but negative review methods.

"You like reading as well?" She asked with curiosity.

I closed the Fantasy Novel I Has in my hand and nodded my head since there's no use hiding it. I've already realised the errors of my ways and decided to stop hiding what parts of me are truly 'real'...

"That's great! Do you wanna become pen-pals?" The girl asked with great enthusiasm. It was this mundane conversation that started the endless battles between me and my nemesis, Tina Sakura!

(Cover by Darkstar Dust)

This is a story I worked on ages ago that has been refined and edited by adding foreshadowing to events while also simplifying the power system better than before. This story can be considered a prequel to An Adventure Beyond Greatness as it takes place years prior to the events of that story.

Short Synopsis:
After retiring from the battlefield, my life became empty and lifeless. The regrets of my past haunt me in my sleep. Then a change occurred, a King from another world summoned me to fight for his kingdom, but I died even before I could give him my answer. Now, after a fake God allowed me to reincarnate (albeit imperfectly) with my memories intact, into a world filled with magic and swords.

Long Synopsis:
This is about a flawed protagonist who only knew to rely on others and not socialise who gets a second chance to change himself in order to live the life he aimed for in his past life. The narrator isn’t exactly trustworthy since it is purely in his bias perspective while other perspectives given by others fill in the blanks that he either leaves out or twists to suit the situation.

The story itself can be considered a parody of Isekai’s classic tropes which are given a sense of reality as time goes by. As there exists no ‘Demon Lord’, there is also no black and white, only characters opinions and counter-opinions throughout the story.

Sheila Legazpi is an orphan who works in an internet cafe and loves to play online computer games for fun. She loved her carefree lifestyle until she uneventfully saved a man from being hit by a truck and died.

When she woke up the next day, she was reincarnated in the body of a girl named Scarlet Rose, the queen of the realm of the abandoned,who went into a deep sleep after getting injured in a war against the other realms.

Join Sheila- now Scarlet Rose... as she takes the role of the newly awakened Queen with her 7 elite bodyguards called the Scarlet Order and makes an unplanned journey to the Human Realm and slowly discovers the secrets of Scarlet's identity.

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This fantasy story is inspired by all the web novel and epub books I've read so far. Hope you like the story and enjoy reading it.

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[Romance, Fantasy, Reincarnation]


Disclaimer:

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.


Copyright © Stefanny Juarbal
(HeySteff)

Chapter updates will be 4 chapters a week. A mass release is a maybe, depending on my mood. :D

I hope all of you are having a great day.

Please support me and Scarlet's journey!


Best wishes!

When those last words were spoken by both of them, Scarlet felt an unimaginable pain tearing her body apart. Her eyebrows creased while she endured the earsplitting pain. Her forehead was sweating profusely and her lips was turning a shade that was pale of color.

"Ahh!" Scarlet screamed. She almost let go of Jasper's hands. The pain was unbearable for her but Jasper's little hands held unto hers, encouraging her to endure the pain with him since he was experiencing the same torture as well... She was not alone.

When the pain finally subsided the rope connecting them both shattered into pieces. Scarlet was exhausted throughout the whole process. She couldn't open her eyes. 

Scarlet felt her body weak of strength, fall to the ground, but strong, sturdy arms caught her fall. 

Right after that, she heard a husky baritone voice.

"Finally..." the person's minty breath fanning her face. "You're mine now."

***

His gazed went back to his sleeping wife once again, not realizing his feet was taking a few steps closer to her bed before he sat on the edge beside her, not breaking his eyes away from her beautiful face.

"What do I do with you…?" 

His voice was hoarse as he lovingly stroked her cheek with the back of his hand. Then he gently traced the side of her face with his fingers, immersing himself with the feel of her warm skin on his palm when all of a sudden, a slender hand grabbed his wandering fingers before her exquisite eyelids fluttered open, her striking black irises looking back at him.

Jasper was stunned motionless right away. His eyes burning with embarrassment feeling he was caught doing something shameful towards her. While his mind was thinking of an excuse, the emotion inside Scarlet's eyes eased up as the corners of her crimson red lips twisted upwards. Her delicate face containing a captivating smile.

"Finally... I caught you." Her gentle yet melodious voice said, making Jasper flinch beside her. 


Disclaimer: This is a Work of Fiction… This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Please support me and Scarlet's journey!

Best wishes!

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Groaning and getting manhandled as I unintentionally stopped from that revelation, I saw a peaceful resolution to my predicament getting farther and farther away.

Yes, real life was not like games or movies. But it was beginning to feel as if reality and fiction were beginning to blend for me. I suppose my logic disorientation was only normal, now that I was suddenly in a world with elves and magic.

Things only existing in fantasy suddenly became my very current reality.

So, that feeling like I won't just get a slap on my wrist and sent on my way I've been feeling in my gut? It just solidified into a stone in my stomach.

While I was fairly athletic, it was more along the likes of extreme sports than fighting in any form. I liked all kinds of boarding (skateboard, wakeboard, snowboard), racing, and parkour. I took lessons in karate when I was young but hated it and dropped it as soon as I could. I spent most of my teen years doing archery but elves.

Honestly, the most experience I had with fights are with my sisters. I do have some moves and techniques learned from Misaki-nee but that wasn't meant for such a large group that I was marched up to, the giant tree's roots housing an amphitheater of some sort.

Glancing around where my "trial" will take place, I also remembered all my fights with my younger sister. The little devil-child basically taught me dodging skills.

Made me learn to lockpick. How to— 

I forced myself to focus on the present rather than the questionably legal things I had to learn because of The Brat. Victoria would have probably burned down the entire forest by now in my situation.

Resisting the urge to tap a foot nervously, I spotted Eti Lifeflight. I also recognized Captain Grine, who had changed out of her patrol uniform, behind Ing; were they actually related after all?

I froze when I suddenly felt 37 come back 'online.' Without a hangover migraine, it was easier to separate our—I suppose it can be called "sense of self." I still felt like he was still crossing over my "mental" boundary but I have a feeling this was a side-effect of the telepathic bond. Despite being a baby AI, I saw the numbers in the changelog and his "hard drive space" dwarfed my brain by magnitudes.

I readily acknowledged 37 was a lot "greater" than me.

[I do not understand. Nori and I are partners. I was made to assist you.]

'Never mind,' I thought wryly. Was he adapting through experience? Definitely sentient by my standards; let's just hope it doesn't turn into an Ultron situation. I suppose it's a plus I liked to read a lot if a baby AI had to learn from what was in my brain.

Yeah, that was it. Nori, just consider 37 a bijuu. 

I could feel the AI's confusion as I moved on, wondering if the upgrade was finished.

[… The upgrade is finished. GUI has improved. You are at Level 1 with 100/100 HP. MP will unlock on Level Up. Experience until level up: 30 exp. 

[Scenario calculations have been done. Your first quest is to escape from Aure City.]

He probably told me telepathically because it was inconvenient for me to take out my phone with dozens of eyes on my form. That 37 started talking to me also distracted me from Eti's speech (which was probably not as important considering the AI could probably put my world's supercomputers to shame and had more information of this world than I did).

I was wondering why, if he could manipulate my eyes to see the flow of energy, he didn't just overlay a HUD. Then again, I was not an expert on computers, so it might not be possible.

[… Nori, what is an HUD?]

Right. Alien baby AI.

Yo. Name's Nori. I'm just an ordinary twenty-year-old university student—really—that woke up transported to this world called Gaellia one day. On my first day, I find myself thrown in jail and met my partner that will travel with me: an AI that I have a telepathic bond with.

[Nori, there are monsters attacking the city.]

Not my problem.

"Big Sis! I bought this dress for you!"

"Bro! Let's head to the gate to see who would get a higher kill count!"

[Nori, if you do this mission, you can read 50,000 words of a new title—]

Ah! Alright already, I get it!


**On hiatus for volume compilation**
***Volume Two being roughed out***
{Note: Written in 1st Person POV. Nori is nonbinary. Romance-free for Nori but lots of misunderstandings happen.}

Hello and Long time no see, my dear readers. 
It's been a while since I last posted any chapters. 

So how were my previous chapters in this series? Was my writing good or bad? How was my sex scenes chapters especially? Did you enjoy it? Or did you feel that it was like a repetition? 

That's why in all my [ !! ] chapters, I tried changing the sexual positions, inclinations and included fetishes also. Was it right or wrong on my part? As I feel that when reading such chapters, there should always be variety or it would bore the readers, always reading the same thing, and they would lose interest in it. 

But I'm sure some of you might have some complaints regarding these sexual chapters, that it isn't realistic enough or something else. 
Do forgive me for I am Virgin with no experience so these are just my delusions, my experience being gained from surfing the net for hentai tankoubons and videos. ( To those who are familiar with the terms, they might recognize it. If not, then please Google it as I can't explain it properly.) 

Only fellows Virgins can understand the delusions of a Virgin, which I have presented in my inexperienced work through all my knowledge gained from the internet. 

I was really motivated to write this series, which began on a whim of mine when I couldn't stand seeing any more of the sex chapters of other authors. 

I mean most of the other authors made the scenes too short, or it lacked in description, so I couldn't enjoy it too much. I ain't criticising them as my works are far from perfect, as many of you have noticed. So I began writing to give those readers who read my works, to help them enter the ' Path of Ero ' and to forget their daily stress, even if only for a few moments through my Fantasy Fan - Fic. 

I stopped writing not because of a lack of ideas but from a lack of motivation. After my exams, I felt drained and couldn't write. So I had taken a break. But I also wished for some support from any of my readers who were interested in helping me write this fan - fiction. 

Do you know that to write a single chapter in this series, I would start by 10 in the night and finish only by 6 to 7 in the morning? That's because I wrote and am still writing all my chapters on phone. So when I write, it takes quite a lot of time, as sometimes when writing a word, it would jump to a word that is different from what you wanted to write, so I have to go back and correct it along with making sure no mistakes are present in the process of writing. I tried to write on the laptop, but that was after I lost my motivation to write after being drained from my exams, so whenever I tried to write, I would always stop and go browse anime, so my writing got postponed like that. 

And it's not because of a lack of ideas, ok! I have plenty of them. 

I am wondering whether or not to continue with the series! 

It depends on whether my readers wish for me to continue. I also thank many of my readers who generously donated their power stones for my writing. 

I felt that I shouldn't disappoint them, as I was on hiatus with no news from my side. 

Sorry for complaining and venting so much. I just wanted you to understand the reason for such a long hiatus from my side, as well as the frustration at the amount of time to write a single chapter takes. So I stopped writing. 

If you wish for me to continue, just leave some messages in the comments section. 


On a side note, I have changed the previous ( R - 18 ) tag to this [ !! ] tag to denote my sex scenes chapters. 


( I will remove this after sometime. Let it be online, till I see all the responses from my readers.)

That Day Everything Changed. 

I killed my Best Friend and embraced the Love of my Life. 

As the only Man among the group of survivors, I'll make all the women I like mine and unable to live without me. 

Follow the adventures of Takashi, a humble, who will conquer many beautiful women and create his Harem. 

Conquer all the big busted women and build My Harem Kingdom. 

Tags: Multiple women, Incest, Harem, Mature, Oppai Loli, Impregnation, Body Modification

When I began writing the biography of Death, I was not sure where it would lead me. Real life inspiration and the darkest recesses of my mind competed to see which could be the more sinister. To a large extent I blindly followed them, and merely wrote down whatever sweet songs of madness they crooned to me along the trail. 

Like most writers I wrangled friends and relatives into giving me feedback. One, a millennial snowflake, was invaluable. They seemed to consider this fantasy nightmare I had created, to be some sort of manifesto. For the record this book is pure fiction. Fiction inspired by real world events in a few cases, but fiction nonetheless. Like all works of supernatural horror, this book is meant to be entertainment. It is perhaps a meditation on the zeitgeist of the modern west, but it is still as fictional as 1984 or A Christmas Carol. 

Another person seemed bothered by the apparent moral contradictions in my lead character. To this I can only say that a man is the sum of his contradictions. People love to apply the rules to others, but find reasons to grant themselves exceptions to their own rules. I did not want an incorruptible white knight monster. I wanted a complex and thinking human monster. To my way of thinking his inconsistency was his most human feature, even after he leaves his humanity behind. 

Should anyone find a mirror image to themselves in these pages, then it is only their own ego. The sum of this work has been so thoroughly washed in the waters of horror and fantasy that no living or deceased human could ever be reasonably compared to its contents. 

No rational person could ever compare the buffoons portrayed in these pages to a real life counterparts. Any person contending to the contrary is either a snowflake melting in the flames of my mad vision, or a lunatic in desperate need of having their mental faculties examined by a competent professional, I have time for neither. The fact that this book is fiction cannot be over emphasized. 
 
 -Arthur Thomas VanDelay May 2019

Death, a Biography, is a fictional horror novel. It is crass, violent, profane, and not meant for the light hearted reader. Imagine living in a world surrounded by fools. For years your frustration grows, and no matter what you try to do you cannot free yourself from the preverbal ideocracy. Nom DePlume is just such a man, only one day he is granted the dearest wish of his heart. Nom, a grad student working as a truck driver is: intelligent, well educated, and the sort of person who always can find a reason to have a chip on his shoulder. One day while driving in Texas he finds that he has the ability to wish death on those he hates. Being scientifically minded, Nom proceeds to experiment searching out the scopes of his new found powers. He begins in Texas, a state he despises. As he moves on from each experiment, he picks his prey to match some facet of modern western life that he hates. Each receive a fate customized to match what Nom feels they did wrong. Nom then travels home to Michigan after initially defining his new role in life. In Michigan he uses his powers to settle a few old scores and family business. A run-in with an old friend convinces him that he is being selfish for not using his god like powers to better mold humanity. The end of the book sees him taking on the leader of the free world. Nom now personifying Death, learns that he has a true foe, Life.Nom will return.

Zhang Zian was not surprised to meet Peter Lee. After all, they had an appointment with the Bedouin tribe today, and Siwa was the only way to go to the Bedouin tribe. It was also their final stop.
Following behind the land cruiser were several other cars. They were identical and apparently belonged to members of the Cosmological Information Society.
"It's fine. I have to wait for the other members of the expedition team. They will still need a little while to get here." Zhang Zian shook his head, refusing.
He did not have a good impression of the members of the Cosmological Information Society. They had not done anything bad or out of the ordinary. The thing he took issue with was that they thought very differently from ordinary people. In fact, from their outer appearances, they looked more friendly than the common man. Perhaps that was the expression of those who had firm belief in their hearts.
If they met while going about their daily affairs, Zhang Zian would probably not pay them too much attention and laugh them off. In any case, they probably had nothing they needed from one another. However, when it came to entering the desert, suddenly, the personalities of one's teammates were very important.
"Are all of you going in?" he asked, counting the number of cars.
"No, there are doctors in our ranks. We had a physical examination yesterday and are leaving a few people behind—merely those with poor physical fitness. The rest of them will enter the desert together," Peter Lee said as he stuck his head out. He blew a whistle towards the cars behind them. "Come, let me use this opportunity to introduce everyone."
Six people emerged from the back of the car, five men and one woman. They were all from different countries with different skin colors. As Peter Lee had said, these six people were in their prime, both physically and mentally. 
Zhang Zian had seen them before, but he didn't know their names.
"I am a consul. I used to be in politics. Hello, comrade." A middle-aged man with a Mediterranean hairstyle introduced himself. The first words he uttered were those of a high-level official. They carried the weight of one who was in power.
Zhang Zian was shocked and thought that this person was a former diplomat. Why didn't he say his name?
The other five people also spoke in the same format. They claimed to be priests, colonels, poets, and scholars. The only woman on the team claimed to be a detective.
The female detective had a temperament similar to Sun Xiaomeng, but she was about ten years older. She was most likely the doctor that Peter Lee had mentioned. Yet she claimed to be a detective. Perhaps she was responsible for searching the human body?
The other people also had characteristics similar to their self-proclaimed identities. For example, the colonel's eyes and movements indicated that he was a former soldier, and the poet had curly hair that is somewhat romantic. The scholar wore thick glasses and looked somewhat like Wei Kang. Finally, the priest was a solemn man and had an awe-inspiring look.
The strange thing was that they did not introduce themselves by their names.
The more he heard, the more Zhang Zian got confused. He was just about to ask about this, but he saw Pi quietly gesturing to him not to do so.
He had been with Pi for a long time, and Pi often asked him questions about the novel, so he was familiar with the gesture he was seeing. He saw Pi spread his hands out like a book, and its mouth parted to form a square. Pi seemed to be sending him some type of message.
Wait a minute! Consul, priest, colonel, poet, scholar, and detective. Was this peculiar combination…
It suddenly became clear to Zhang Zian. He immediately knew their intentions.
After the six introduced themselves, Peter Lee smiled quietly while observing Zhang Zian.
Zhang Zian turned and looked at Peter Lee. He said quietly, "So, you must be a saint."
"Haha! Brother, you guessed it!" Peter laughed. Everyone else also smiled.
Consul, priest, colonel, poet, scholar, detective, and saint. Wasn't this the combination of the pilgrimage team in the science fiction novel Hyperion? That was quite something!
Just like the pilgrimage team in Hyperion that had gone through hardships to form the core shape of the pyramid, Peter Lee and his team used the same professions as their code names. It indicated that they had a similar purpose—to find the pyramid deep within the desert. The hope was that through their journey, they would also be able to discover the great secrets of the inverse entropy field.
Zhang Zian had a copy of this novel in his house. He had shown it to Pi before. He himself had seen it a long time ago, but if Pi had not reminded him, he may not have associated Peter Lee and his team with this science fiction novel.
He searched his memory for more information, although he had already forgotten many of the details of the novel. He only remembered that the story was set at the day before the prophecy. A team of seven, each with different statuses, identities, and experiences, got together to uncover the secrets of Zhong Guangyin.
What impressed him the most was Zhong Guangyin.
Zhong Guangyin was like a pyramid and was surrounded by inverse entropy. In the realm of time, it flowed backward instead of forward. 
In the prophecy, when the saga was over, a great sorrower would emerge from the tomb. They came from the other side of time. Their sole purpose was to declare the end of mankind.
To be honest, the narrative of this novel was somewhat difficult to understand. Its style was typical of a hardcover book: highly suitable for inducing sleep. However, it would not work as well with online literature. At the time, when he was reading the book, he had to force himself to finish it. The curiosity he had for Zhong Guangyin kept him reading till the end. However, when the pilgrims finally reached the valley where Zhong Guangyin was, the novel ended abruptly. He was furious.
He could not be bothered thereafter to read the sequels. He regretted buying a full set and wasting his money.
However, when he gave this set of books to Pi, it was originally intended to let Pi slowly pass time. However, Pi loved the novel very much and soon finished it. Pi even finished the sequels. It made Zhang Zian wonder how Pi derived so much pleasure from reading this novel.
In addition to being obscure, the novel gave Zhang Zian the feeling that Zhong Guangyin as a concept was highly unscientific. If, as described in the novel, it connected the past and the future, then what advancements in technology must the world have had to create such a thing?
Was this therefore not a hallmark of a fantasy novel?
It was just… If he was to read this novel again now, he may not make such a statement.
He glanced at the sea of stars. Things that were less scientific than Zhong Guangyin were right there in front of him. To add on the strange sunsets of yesterday evening and the experience of retribution after Richard's pee…
So if one did not see it, could one simply ignore it?
He was unable to ascertain if Zhong Guangyin truly existed. Even if it did, he was sure that if a pyramid could be found in the depths of the desert, it should merely be just an ordinary pyramid. There could be no such thing as pure universe energy and mysterious things. Peter Lee would be grossly disappointed.


1. Download a suspicious game
2. Catch a few magical pets as partners
3. Go through interesting daily routines and lead the pet shop to a whole new level

Morning was cold, and was always cold. He had somehow amalgamated with his blanket, as he snuggled up to it, feeling like his clothing on his bare body inside.The howling gale outside the window was the scariest at dawn, till the sun rose and warmed the city, he was much able to get out of his "cave". It was preciously his weekend, thus it would be reasonable to slack on the-

Beep. 
It came from the desk nearby.
Beep. Beep.
And he hopped off the bed.
His body wobbled.

The sudden vibration on my phone was always more exciting than anything else. Seeing the notification popping on the screen was as satisfying as seeing a slice of black forest sitting on the plate in obedience. Both of them signified hope, potential, an upcoming joy.

A feast to behold.

The messages came knocking on my place occasionally, like truly a once-in-a-blue moon. I must admit, I was not the outstanding celeb in the group for I did not have rows and rows of notifications obstructing my lovely wallpaper on the lock screen, I too did not have a red spot with growing numerical figures on the top right corner of the application. I know my policy, I always open them immediately upon arrival, since these messages were like wrapped gifts left at my doorstep after a gentle knock on the door reminding me that there was a surprise. So I, like most of the unboxing Vloggers online, coveted the entire process from claiming, unwrapping, playing to discarding. One by one. 

It was so exciting that it almost feels like Christmas.

They had hardly come in flocks for me however - depressing but reasonable. I was never in a position to bargain or whatsoever. My stakes were solely silence and an abundance of feelings, all sealed airtight inside a leaking soul. I was also forgiving, with a thinking vast like the sea, deep and profound like the sea. It felt like I could accept almost everything, yet I was just an overlooked individual on the Nearby list. Well, you could just imagine a poorly wrapped present with fantastic contents inside.

Alright, enough talking, I should start looking at my messages now. 
Here goes nothing!
Hmm?
…
… …
Never mind.
It was notification of some news I don't really care. 
Whether if some men died brutally, I muted the Tweet.

I sprang off my bed with my phone slid back into my pocket. It was the switch where I turned off my excitement when part of my routine of waiting for something to happen ended up with nothing happened as usual. Sometimes I was told to make something happen instead, but I would not want to be accused of being aggressive since proactivity, initiative, impatience, neediness, whatever one may call it would be presumed as a kind of aggression today. Don't ask me why. That was what I saw. Hence, I would stay quiet and I would be protected. 

Secrecy is the best policy. 

The room was dimly lit. I should pull the curtains away and let the sun shine through the window. But it was a cloudy day. "Oh well." Mumbled me as I closed up the curtain again and retreated to the living room. A pressure was set upon my knee, as the stack of books collapsed along with the boxes on them. I must admit I was a little clumsy and I sometimes would trip on something, the books for instance. I did have a rack, which had been fully occupied by the senior citizens of the book world however. Well, the new members should always show tolerance and respect towards elderly by letting out the best corner of the comfort zone - exactly as what I was taught in school, the ultimate rule of courtesy. Anyway, my room was not airy to begin with. It was fortunate nevertheless, as I would not feel lonely with friends of these many awaiting my return in the room daily. I stacked the books and boxes back exactly how they were. The back was cramping from the weight it got to withstand. I got back from the realm as the phone vibrated again, several times in a roll. The door squeaked as I opened it slowly. I peeked through the gap.

Father was taking a rest on the couch. Mother was not home yet it seemed… Luckily I did not slam the door open, it was tempting to do but painful to bear. Father never fancied these "rash" behaviors he called. I walked straight to the outside. I walked down the long and winding stairs, as I took the chance to have a glimpse at the graffiti on the wall. It was the codex between me and partners, where within those patches of bold colorfulness there would be a corner of scribbles containing messages. Well, in today's world we could have created a secret group and talked as irresponsibly as we wished there. But what's the fun of it? We do enjoy the full privacy ever since the new Data Protection Act was enforced. Adults would never find out the exchanges we made online. But again, what's the fun of it? 

My phone vibrated again. 
Strange, it was beyond my usual amount of messages daily. 
Had I ascended as a socialite?
If I had, when? And how?

…

Leaned against the fence, I glanced at the incoming messages. Instantly I replied each and everyone patiently. Yes, including those without a picture, with an empty profile, sending those unsolicited hollow regards. These mysterious men could be a surprise once in a while, like who knows? They were the discreet. And they never disappointed me. They could be gorgeous, they could be cute, like shy-cute. They are fun to talk to, especially when you have gained their trust, making them reveal themselves gradually, it felt as if their coat of armor fell off pieces by pieces, eventually stripping them naked. How exciting. They are also easygoing. They are easy to deal with. So I understand, considering how there are a handful of shy people in the society. There should be also a handful of shrinking violets in confusion on the app as well. I was one of them in fact. When you let the cat out of the bag, it would be letting the cataclysm out of Pandora's box. It should be a secret that no one should know, no matter how modernized the society had transformed into. 

It is and always would be my deepest, darkest little secret. 

With my thoughts running exceptionally smooth today, the conversation went unexpectedly well. The other person surprisingly remained interested. Good, I could already smell love in the air. We exchanged pictures. And as I have mentioned before, the faceless profiles always hide a surprise at the back. The person looked as kind as he behaved. Oh the ingenuousness, it was extra alluring to me. I swear I could already taste the straightness even from the phone. I would love to fondle his beard and salivate at the pheromone wafted throughout his body. I was so electrified that I uncontrollably made a few skips on the pavement as I sauntered. The cafe owner at the window must be wondering what had gone wrong with me. Well I frequented his cafe, I think he cares, doesn't he? 

The words the person uttered were chivalrous. I could feel his lips caressing my knuckle. What a lovely man. I was utterly intoxicated by each of his messages. He seemed educated and had apparently perused the beauty of literature, both fiction and non-fiction, of a variety of advanced genres ranging from the post-apocalyptic sci-fi, dystopia fantasy to horror melodrama. He also had a great taste in music. He would hum Joker Face or A Plausible when he was doing gym; Die to Live or With You when he was in a cafe and Bedroom Carols as he strolled the street, like me! His alarm tone was seemingly Mille Raisons. I was so amazed by his fandom. It was one-of-a-kind, I complimented. To top it all, he was merely a few miles away - not too far for yearning and not too close for clinging. 

Just like most of the guys I had come across.

A well-educated man shone bright like a knight in shiny armor coming off from his trusty steed and approached a nobody like me. A man such kind was rare, you could only find a few tens of them in the proximity of few miles on the app. Of course it had boiled to a situation where an "I do" could escape from my quivering lips anytime. Oh and he said he loved puppies too! Such a coincidence! Oh wait, the person I met before also posted a picture of him hugging his pet puppy.Looked like a lot of our kinds had a soft spot for animals! Most of them expressed the virtue through the pictures in their profile to find companion! We should totally make an animal-loving club after this.

Anything could be possible as long as I have him by my side. Nothing else was important. I stirred the abandoned coffee on my table after sending the key message to him. Yes, I asked him out. I said I just so happened to pass a cafe that I had never been to before nearby. I wanted to share my latest discovery of a great spot so I would like to ask him over. 

As known from a gentleman like him, it was a prompt "yes". 

I was so tensed that my fingers trembled even when I touched the photo of his face on my screen. How perfect. We would have a discussion on the latest album by our favorite singer in common, then maybe we could talk about some of the latest literature works. I had planned everything next in my mind. We would be heading to his place and then we would talk with our heart out. Certainly you could not express everything comfortably in an occupied cafe. A secluded place like home would be perfect for both of us alone. Yes, yes, yes. I think he had a thing for me, that's why he bothered to take on this date!


There he is!

"Hi." 
"Umm… Hi." I looked away as I greeted him, shaking his hands from the seat.
He froze for a second.
"Are... you..."
I looked at him.
He turned out to be one senior from my course...
The one I respected a lot... 
Like he always manages to give amazing insight during discussion... 
"From our course?"
I nodded my head.
"Great."
Smiled he as he sat down.
"I never expected you to be one."
"Well, yeah, I'm a bit discreet for this…" 
His fingers twiddled his shirt.
 
It should be alright.
It would be alright.
A year later today should be our anniversary. 
My optimism ran high.

It's a collection of lovely fairytale, of hopes and dreams, butterflies and prince. 

A fantastic town of stories for both children and adults. 
;-)

Entertaining yet inspiring, has a lesson told in kindergarten style. 

Surely naive and cute.

Happily Ever After.

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