A girl who wakes up in an unfamiliar place takes notice that she herself has entered a whole new world.
Follow this danzel while she experiences new ways of living, and unfamiliar kinds of people, will she live in this unfamiliar world?? will she fall in love with in this new world or will she be eatin alive?

Who knows read to find out ( ͡°ᴥ ͡° ʋ)

Based on the IS IT LOVE? ~ DROGO app and a fevered dream involving a twist on some Irish familial lore that I probably shouldn't share. 

Eilidh runs away to college in Mystery Spell only to find that no one can out run a family curse.

This time, the AI's answer was prompt. [576.]

…

If that wasn't a hint to avoid the guy, I don't know what was. Definitely going to put my utmost effort to never be caught by him.

Once I was out of the Studium Generale buildings, I headed in the general direction of the Library but slipped away instead of returning to my old haunt. Mister Shaman was going to be there for awhile from what I gathered via the Advanced Wards Professor and that meant I was on a voluntary exile from the Library during the day.

Living in this city for a few weeks, places were considered as a temporary Site B. Obviously, nowhere too high-traffic or boisterous.

The Garden of Naiads was a thought but I dismissed it as not being isolated enough. It was a quiet place but one always felt watched there—probably from the hulder.

I decided to fly toward the walls while in the middle "spike" of the crown, since that area had a smaller population due to the wyverns that found themselves home there. Glancing around, not feeling it necessary to stay low with so much air traffic in the area, I picked out one of the high bell towers in the area.

Slowing down when I saw a nest and a roosting wyvern with eggs, I hovered and cocked my head to one side.

"You don't mind if I become your neighbor for a bit, right?" I asked.

This was not the first time I've interacted with the local fauna. I mean, I was in a fantasy world now. Of course I would take a peek when I heard there were wyverns around.

Like the descriptions I've read and seen pictures of, wyverns had winged forelimbs like bats. They had draconic features with hawk-like beaks and two hind legs. Their tails varied depending on the subspecies but it was commonly a long, whip-like appendage with a fin like a rudder.

They also ranged from the size of a parrot to an Irish wolfhound when fully grown.

It bark-crooned at me.

I pulled some smoked fish from my Inventory. "Bribery," I stuck my tongue out playfully before tossing the large kipper at the nesting mother.

Finally looking away when the wyvern (a larger one) accepted my peace offering, I landed on the other side from her and sat down with my legs over the edge.

Watching some wyverns play tag in the sky and the sheer numbers I saw from my high vantage point, I couldn't help but chuckle a bit. "I feel like Batman."

After a moment of peace, I hopped back up so I was standing; it was long past time to test out my physical limits.

Taking my time to stretch, I ran over what I needed to get an idea for. Strength, speed, and endurance were easy to calculate but healing speeds would be a little more difficult. I had to make sure to test for raw power and speed too since I haven't pushed myself to the limit the past few weeks--I've just been doing enough daily to maintain my form.

I glanced around again and then smirked.

"Well, I never did freerunning to my heart's content since I've arrived…"

Spreading my arms open, I leaned forward and tipped over the edge. 

Applying and removing <Hover> as I landed, I rolled forward and straight into a run. No internal enhancement from now on, Nori.

And it turned out I was a bit faster when 37 told me the speeds I was running. I could reach 100km/h while full-out running, which I was doing since it was pretty hard to measure my physical endurance without pushing my body to its limits (I'd be liable to run all night considering my escape from Aure Forest).

I started doing riskier and riskier maneuvers before finally stopping after I climbed the bell tower starting point with my bare hands. 

Placing my hands on my waist, I made sure I stood straight as I caught my breath. If I had to distribute my stats by scale, I was still better in INT, END, and DEX rather than SPD or STR. In fact, I think my raw strength had increased the least.

'What is it, Thirty-Seven?' I prompted when I felt him squirming oddly in our shared connection.

[I am happy that Nori is being serious about improving. But… I am feeling… a little uneasy. Since it seems like Nori feels trouble is coming from my 'brethren.']

Oh.

A part of me wanted to reassure my partner but that would be doing him a disservice, I think. The truth was, I didn't know enough so I could not draw any conclusions either way. I was just preparing myself in the event of a worst-case scenario since my only other option was to sit down and twiddle my thumbs while waiting for something to happen.

While I can hole up with books for ages, that still had my mind actively being utilized. I was the type of person that didn't know what to do when there was nothing to do. I always kept myself busy even if I may not be productive.

'Well, do you know what Gaellia needs saving from?'

[I do not.]

Meh. All this preparation was just making sure I knew if I could run away or not under various circumstances.

[I heard that.] The AI's tone was wry.

Mentally sticking my tongue out at my partner, I took to the air now that it was night and headed back to the Library. 

I still avoided the obvious ways to the magical sections as I returned to my cot. 

The Library was quieter at night, with the lights in the halls and passageways dimmed. I walked to my empty little section and grabbed a book about the sewer systems of Crown City before reclining on the cot.

Nothing would help me fall asleep as quickly as trying to read about the sewer systems which were so haphazard I was surprised there was clean running water at all. 

Let's see, where did I stop… right, filtration process and cleaning requirements.

As I settled down to be bored to sleep, I thought to ask 37 to remind me to buy some healing ointments. Just in case.

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.}

Chapter 98 - Recognition 

As the women were bustling around to pick up the supplies to make the morning breakfast and bake some bread (since the bread was given away last night to the nomads), the Shadows who were working the sawmill in the night after the merriment had ended finished their shift and had done some housekeeping before the day shift takes over.

Somehow it was trained during their term if training to have a degree of discipline wherever they went. As what they were taught before, 'Enter a goat enclosure, you would bleat while entering a lions den, you would roar.'

It was a sort of discipline that one could term as 'know one's place in society'. 

Sawdust was piled and wheeled away to the clay bricks production area. Strips of bark and wood from the sides of the planks were compiled in the woodcutter area to be dried and transferred to the common cooking ground and the firing place.

In fact, the night shift personnel that were working the sawmill throughout the night had completed all the logs that had turned to planks as well as those planks that were made a few days ago were all trimmed and ready for use.

Their work was considered as top-notch and we were happy to find the place spruced up for the daily operations to begin. However, work can only commence after the morning briefing.

One word could summed it all up — efficiency. 

The men had started to stir from their rest and prepared their children as well. That was the time when the nomads had cleared their camp and were heading to enter the village. I had just stirred from my sleep when the nomads had already gathered in the courtyard and were looking around the place with looks of astonishment and surprise.

"Is this a small village? The whole courtyard was filled with stores and facilities and was well obscured from the prying eyes. This was actually a fully operational town, if not for the whole population of just 53 citizens...!" the nomads thought to themselves and noticed how self-sustaining the small village was.

"Mac, do you think we entered the village a bit too early this morning? I mean, their Lord is still asleep and hadn't woken up yet from his slumber. I think we might be disturbing him." a head of a young family voiced his thoughts aloud to their leader.

"It's alright, we can wait. An early bird catches the first worm. I might say, this village is rather fine and dandy. It's like a small town and it would be a shame to still call it as a village. Oh... Here comes the Lord, I think." the leader stopped what he was chatting and pouted his lips as if it was his way of pointing without using his fingers.

All eyes were on me as I came out of the house, brushed my teeth and then dressed for breakfast. I saw that the nomads were actually sitting in opposite directions and were facing the residential lots instead of the bamboo 'throne'.

Their livestock was not with them so I guess they must have left near the camp where they had parked their wagons and all. "Good morrow everyone...! Hope you had a hearty meal yesterday. How are your children? Do they have enough of those sugary pretzels and cheesy breadsticks last night?" 

"I could inform our bakers to bake some more for the children later on." I casually greeted and remarked to the nomads, with Heather by my side who coiled her arms around mine, as we walked along with sheaves of papers and our writing materials.

"Good morrow too, Sir. We had a hearty meal last night, thanks to your generosity. The young 'uns are quite alright, sir. They had their share of the fine treats you provided for them and we thank you for the meals you had presented to us."

"This is the first time we had been treated with such kind thoughts from a Lord, Sir. I and the rest express their gratitude." the leader replied and slightly bowed to me and Heather as we took our seats at an outdoor dining table and shifted it so that we could face them as we converse. 

They seemed to be in a state of disbelief that this young Lord before them was not even 19 and still considered as a teenager and able to lead a village of such magnitude...! 

I observed that the group of nomads were watching the bustling activities around them as they sat on the benches. There were lots of infants as well as young kids and how I wished that these people could change their minds and decided to become citizens of GraceHaven, instead of roaming around aimlessly for months and years to come.

The nomads observed that the young man before them might be the son of the village chief and deduced that the eldest member of the citizens to be the parents of that youth that were sitting before them. 

The more they observed, the more comprehensive they seemed as they knew that they could neither be fixing any of the everyday household items here since we have our own blacksmith.

Besides, they observed that even as a town, we were still using clay products to prepare our food and everyone seemed to be happy with their activities as they laughed and joked around.

After a while, they noticed two large smoke rising up in the air coming from within the residential lots and there was a familiar smell of semi-dried out underbrush and kindling. The nomads thought nothing of it and thought it was a normal thing to do.

There was a lot of hushed discussions among them and when it had quietened down, I raised my hand and addressed the nomads.

"I am the Lord of this village, also might be known as the chief Village or some similarities in your terms. May I know who is the leader of the chief here?" I had thought of the right words before I formed them through my lips.

"I am here, my Lord, Sir. I am a Macintosh and I head this group for more than 20 years now. We are called the Irish Travellers, also known as nomads by you." an elder man stood up and slightly bowed before he answered.

"Just the term 'Sir' would be fine. You had been travelling for 20 years... That was before I was even born. This is Lady Heather, my wife and also my personal assistant to manage things when I am not around." Heather was introduced and she gently bowed her head towards them.

"W-H-A-T...??? A person by the name of Lady Heather had just bowed her head to us, nomads? We were considered as an outcast by the "Borders" and had never received such a welcome before, much less of the untouched food that they had feasted last night even...!" these thoughts raced through everyone's minds as they looked at the two youths before them and was wondering if this was a dream nor a fantasy.

"Sir, breakfast is ready. Shall we serve the guests along with the rest of the citizens?" wife of the Chadwells came forward and bowed before she addressed the situation.

"Please do serve our guests first, our citizens can wait their turn after this. Furthermore, those children must be hungry and we do not seem to have enough chairs and table at the moment." when the nomads heard that they were referred as guests and not pikeys or minkiers as what they were used to be called, they were equally stumped. 

Do the nomads eat before the citizens and the Lord of the village?!? Is this truly happening or what?! 

"Call Jennings over, please. I need to have a word with her." I added before sending Chadwell away. 

"No... No, Sir. Your citizens must have their meals first. We are just a lowly nomad that normally people would not even give a second look." their leader blurted out the truth and that made me raise my eyebrows and looked directly to them. 

"No, you are all our guests so you should be provided first. It has been out customary. Besides, we do not have enough chairs and tables as well as bowls and spoons to share with. Hahaha. Please forgive us for the inadequacy." I apologetically informed the nomads as they watched huge clay serving bowls were carried to the tables and bowls were swiftly laid out 10 on each table complete with a ladle and spoon on its side. 

They noticed that the bowl was made from clay and the spoons were made from bamboo. It's kind of backward since the village or town had a blacksmith and this Lord should be getting the blacksmith to make cast iron cauldrons, ladles or even spoons. But bamboo? Only those backward, improperly structured villages or even small settlement would use such cutlery. 

"Yes sir, what can we be of service?" Jennings greeted me as she wiped her hands on a rag where her hands were a bit whitish from kneading flour just now. 

"Oh, make several rounds of those sugar-coated pretzels for those children and ours. I'm sure they both would like to eat them while they socialise during the morning conference." 

"Yes Sir, I would use two ovens while the other two would be for bread this morning and midday," Jennings replied affirmatively and then scooted off to prepare the bread that I wanted. I too loved the sugary coated pretzels since Jennings had squeezed the cane sugar and extracted the sweet juice. 

Ben had made a device specially to squeeze the cane sugar by shaping two rollers with just a quarter of an inch space in between them and were stacked on top of one another. 

A manual hand crank was set on the top of the roller and when the cane sugar was inserted into it, the pulp got crushed and the juice would slowly be drained into a collection pan underneath it. 

The juice could be drunk as it is or boiled down to produce a kind of syrup and that syrup was the one that was made into a coating for the pretzels. Children loved it, and so do we...! 

So the nomads were seated at the dining tables before me and had their meals as they fed their young children. Mulberry tea was served, salvaged just before my house was dismantled and replanted near the riverbanks. 

The tea looked a bit reddish and was sweetened with a bit of heavy syrup. In the end, copious servings of tea had been washed down their throats while the ladies made a few more cauldrons of it. 

After the meals, the ladies from the nomad group helped to clear the table and then it was our turn to eat. They observed that none touch the bowl until the last person had sat down. They were surprised that the village's Lord joined the same table as their citizens to have their own meal and only started to eat once I raised the ladle to scoop, not for himself but to his wife first. 

Totally quite the opposite, one might say...! 

After a hearty meal, the dining table was cleared and everyone moved to the benches. As there wasn't enough space, the residents have no choice but remained at the dining tables while the guests sat in the benches instead.

Since our guest had occupied the first few benches in front of other citizens, I greeted the citizens and soon, I welcomed the guest once more.

"First and foremost, I would like to thank Macintosh here, leader of the Irish Travellers, also known as the nomads to be here and present in our little humble village." hearing them being thanked in public put a kind of embarrassment look on the adult faces. 

They were being treated with respect and hospitality ever since they had set foot on the perimeter of this village since the night before...! They felt proud and was deeply elated inside their hearts.

One word to sum it all — R-E-C-O-G-N-I-T-I-O-N

During the period of 1337-1453, a terrible war broke in Medieval England and that period was called (Hundred Year's War) and a huge turmoil ensued between the England and France with the involvement of rebels as well as opportunists. 

Prince Audemars Macleod, a descendent of King Richard Macleod of Darlington had barely managed to escape with his life when the Manor he was living in was besieged by rebels in 1440, when he was just barely 18 years old.

Let us travel through time and relive the experiences of this young Prince as he was forced to 'banished' and survive with some followers they entrusted their lives with him.

Little did he realise that he was actually living in the past of his future and had no recollection of anything except when he was narrated by a Seer that had been inducted as a permanent resident of the town he founded later.

*This is a fictional world. Most plants, vegetables, fruits and certain animals didn't exist in England that time.

*Almost all novels start off with a system. This does not reveal any hint of a system until you get to almost halfway through the novel. 

* Mobsters are included in the later chapters of this novel too. 

*This is a slow grind so bear with it as the storyline develops. Thank you and happy reading...

Chapter 2:
Spit Out These Sentiments





My life wasn't in shambles for any old reason. Though I suppose Karma was looking for a way to let me know how bad things were going now. Just a month ago I was just a quiet ordinary Otaku living in my quiet ordinary life. I had a good job as an accountant for a publishing company, I wrote web novels on the side, one or two little stories, nothing too major but mostly just to have something to do.

I was a good person, even though I had few to no friends. Blah blah blah. One thing led to another and I was killed in a car accident trying to save a young girl's life, and then the god of the dead, King Yama, gave me a chance to redeem my life with being- Oh you've heard that one…

Falling asleep at my desk I was suddenly awakened by a young goddess, she pleaded with me to save her dying world. The demon god was defeated by the Hero, and now someone needed to clean up and rebuild humanity. I would receive powers beyond imagining as long as I promised to restore everything and become- Dammit you know that one too!

So my grandfather found this ancient Egyptian puzzle, taken from the tomb of an unknown Pharaoh, a puzzle that only I was able to put together and when I did powers of darkness unleashed that made me the- Oh ok. You know that one too. Fine, I'll tell the truth...

My name is Shikiro Momotarou. I'm half Japanese born and raised in Kyoto. And I'm a twenty-seven-year-old Isekai-maniac. I wanted to be different, to live in the worlds I had been vicariously living through manga, anime, and even my writings. I became obsessed with Isekai, the other world summoning stories. Wishing I could be the hero in those tales, hoping upon hopes that one day I'd wake up and find myself inside such a fantasy world. The fame, the money, the harem of cute and beautiful girls...Ok, mostly for the harem of girls.

And I certainly wasn't going to find that living in the real world. So all I could do was hope and pray that some god would take me to save their world, and make me powerful enough to do it easily. Too bad I didn't ever heed "be careful what you wish for" on that day everything messed up.

It all started with the worst storm of the decade. It had started brewing from out of nowhere, the clouds had been light and fluffy all morning but had thickened into the blackness of nightmares by afternoon.

I had just gotten off work and I was getting ready to head home by way of the trains when the power died, it was late enough that the manager and I were the only ones left when she locked up the building and drove off after seeing me towards the train platform. This part of town was mostly business and warehouses, nothing open after six unless someone needed to stay late at work.

I wasn't the only one there when the station lights turned off suddenly. I can't recall all the details right there, maybe there were five of us, maybe more or less. A couple of them tried cell phones but either the connection was bad or the power company wasn't giving any time frame of when there would be lights or even a train for that matter.

Forced to huddle under the train covering as we waited in the chilling air for about an hour before the storm completely let loose. It was like a tsunami opened up in front of us, the wind blowing harshly into the station building, sputtering as the rain whipped into my face some of us tried to look for some building that might still be open. Others were trying to get a signal on their phones to try and call friends or family to pick them up.

"Over there!" A woman's voice called out, I think she was an auntie that worked at a reception desk next door, she pointed into the dark street below. I took a glance at her first then followed her pointed arm, she was a nice looking auntie from what I could tell in the rain and dark, at least from her figure, her voice certainly seemed to tell more of her age than anything. I would think about basing a new character off her in one of my stories.

Just a short way down the street was a man waving towards us from a building, holding up one of those fake vintage lanterns that used halogen lights instead of oil. He was shouting something that I couldn't make out, but motioning for us to hurry to him.

Shelter from this downpour was a plus on everyone's mind, so we began our immediate departure from the station, fighting our way down the stairs and into the street. The wind and rain seemed to get even stronger as we battled toward our salvation from this storm. I could feel things starting to shift, trying to blow any of us across the way. "Quickly now! Get in before the storm rips the doors off!"

I bowed my head slightly in thanks as I passed the man. He seemed to be a bit ragged even for his age, definitely in a later end of his prime. He ushered everyone in and then he and one of the last ones in pulled the door closed, locking just in time as another gust of wind blew down the street, I swore I almost saw a parked car sliding down the road.

Looking around the hallways I noticed that a few lights were active inside, flickering slightly but keeping steady and thanks whatever gods were looking out for us there was still air moving inside. A building with a generator, at least we have a couple of hours before we get stuck in a completely stuffy building then.

"Quite the kamikaze in't? Ah, haven't seen of its like in decades." The man spoke plainly, and against even the rain and wind outside, I could hear him clearly. He was a foreigner for certain, maybe Irish. As people slipped off wet coats I began to see that a couple of my storm companions were also from differing origins.

"Dammit... I had a date planned for tonight!" A man slightly older than I was, maybe in his younger 30s, grumbled and half-punched his fist firmly against the wall, he had certainly held back from what I could see of the muscles under his shirt. He seemed American, through his hair was darker than mine, seemed strong, outgoing, one of those types that got the girls fawning all over him just for existing. The guy that won everything in web novels and mangas, and make it look easy all the while satisfying gigantic harems of beautiful women. The kind I would remove first thing in any story I was ever involved in to keep the ladies to myself. Riajuu explode!

"Not like you can't get another one later, Harmon-san. Knowing you she'll be apologizing for the weather and begging for another shot." The auntie called out to him, with a little laugh. Now that there was some light and her coat was off, I could see she was good looking, a decent curve along her body that was just a little on the wider side, just a small fleck of white in her amber-colored hair and a hint of wrinkle on her face that, overall, made her rather cute.

The guy, Harmon, chuckled quietly and sighed nodding. "Yeah.. you're right, Kichi-san." Riajuu! … Just die... Please… Leave some girls for the less fortunate males around you.

"Out of the storm, lights and air conditioning. I'd skip a dozen dates over being out there right now." A young woman spoke, looking outside the window, a crash of lightning shattering the darkness beyond the door seemed to emphasize her point. I nodded in agreement, taking a moment to enjoy the feast in front of me.

She was curves that screamed woman, and yet she wasn't overly so but enough that her Harajuku jacket seemed to be a little strained holding closed over her breasts, yet there was still a hint of daintiness that still hinted underneath. Maybe the jacket was a hand-me-down or old memento because she didn't look like she belonged in it while wearing the business style skirt and heels that flowed from below. I kind of wished she take off the jacket but she was clinging to the front of it quite securely, leaving to only my imagination how beautifully cute she was underneath.

Another lovely girl shivered and moved further inside glancing around with a shiver, she had been one of the first to get out of her wet coat and was looking a bit anxious to get away from the door. She also had carried the air of a woman, but a woman who liked being in charge or she would be lost. Her long blonde hair was streaked with rain making it flat and sticking to her face as she tried to rearrange it. Unfortunately, her makeup was starting to run from the overbearing amount of water we had run through just moments ago. "Since we are all nice and safe-ish. Is it alright if I can use the restroom Mr…?"

"Silas Clarion. If we all move in further we can get into the safer rooms away from the windows and outside walls. The restrooms are just down the hall and to the right, we'll be on the left side through the double doors when ye are finished ."

She bowed slightly and moved in a hurry to correct herself no doubt and clean up. "Thank you so much, Clarion-dono" The other two ladies followed her, leaving with Clarion-san and the Riajuu. Have I said Riajuu explode?

Following them both down the hall I glanced at the odd picture frames lining the hallway, starting to notice them, illustrations of various stories I had read as a child. Amaterasu and the creation of the world. Susano the warrior and Orochi. There were a couple of western stories mixed in as well, Red Riding Hood and the Wolf, Some green-tunic wearing archer guy, a girl laying in a glass coffin, Snow White or maybe it was Sleeping Beauty I can't remember the stories well enough, weren't they both sleeping and/or dead for some reason? The only reason I know Red was the color of her clothes and the wolf.

"What is this place, Clarion-san?"

"This is my life's work. A library that surpasses all others. A collection of every story ever put to pen and paper by man. Protected so that people will always have The Word to rely on no matter what."

I felt something tingling in the back of my head, scratching my cheek as I tried to recall there being a library in this part of town. I thought I knew all the ones between here and home considering that I'm responsible for about 30% of the annual donations of books from the light novels and manga I finish reading.

"I don't really remember there being a library here… is this a private collection?"

Clarion laughed, reaching forward and pressing the door open slowly, letting us look at the rows upon rows of shelves. "Yes and No. Anyone who desires may enter and read as they wish. But those who would silence what lies within these books will never be welcomed as long as this place stands."

If this was a story that would be a red flag if I ever heard one. Of course, one would have to be paying attention to him, I'm quite certain he knew what he was doing because I was far too distracted with the vast number of books before my eyes. Stepping in as I looked around in awe I couldn't wrap my head around the sheer amount of books and papers organized all around us. The vast space even opened up above us showing more bookcases going up every floor to the ceiling. Did the God of Literature just grant me a wish?

"Feel free to pass the storm in here, if ye know of it I have it. Just use one of the computers over here to find what ye are looking for, they can find and help with everything you would like to see."

Taking him at his word I bow and offer my thanks before rushing calmly toward one of the computers. He might have some original Isekai books in here if what he was saying is true. Taking a seat I sat down and immediately grimaced for half a second. W***ows 95. The guy was using ancient computers to run everything in here, though I guess when you have so many books it is bound to happen. On the screen was an Ex*el style catalog and even my old nemesis, the thrice-damned Mr. Paperclip, sitting there casually in the bottom left of the window.

(I see you are looking for books. Would you like assistance?)

Well, I guess it can't be a perfect dream, at least he wasn't using index cards anymore. Ignoring Mr. Paperclip I type into the search field and begin scrolling through the list. Looking through things I started writing down a couple of titles that seemed like they would be good attention grabbers for weathering the storm comfortably. Then I noticed something Mr. Paperclip is saying.

(I see you are looking at Isekai. Would you like to create your own instance?)

I paused and raised my eyebrows. Was there some hidden game on this piece of antique hardware? Curiosity was getting the better of me as I clicked {Yes}.

(Please input the desired Isekai parameters)

{F-A-N-T-A-S-Y}

(I understand. Preparing to create Isekai. Please input coordinates for starting {FANTASY})

I drew a blank on this question. What the hell was 'coordinates for starting?' I clicked the help button looking for more detailed explanations.

(If you are having trouble I can automatically fill in this variable. Do you wish to proceed?)

{Yes}

(Using Current Coordinates. WARNING: This will overwrite current instances located here. OVERRIDDEN. ERROR: System MALFUNCTION- WARNING: Laws of physics destabilizing. Initiating failsafe- ERROR OVERRIDDEN)

I started to panic, looking around for Clarion-san. Hoping I hadn't broken something when there was a lurch that knocked me back into the chair, looking at the screen my heart sank as I saw the texts whirling past faster then I could keep up.Catching only glimpses of words
(System Failure… Transmigration… MONEY… activated… DAVE… Commencing… EVERYONE overwrite... DEAD…. 54353*9873242 ABC123… DAISY… ISEKAI….1000%...)

Everything started to shake, books falling off shelves, I could hear one of the girls screaming. Harmon tripped trying to scramble to safety, and I was stuck sitting in my chair watching the horror just beginning. Things began spilling out of the books all around us, monsters and demons, angels and heroes, witches and ghosts and everything imaginable spilled out and began to take over everything in front of me. There was a burst of light, and then it all went black.

All Shikiro Momotarou, aka Blue, wanted was to have an adventure in his own Isekai fantasy world. To be a famous hero, save the day and score fame, wealth and girls. But instead of being summoned into such a world, he’s summoned all the fantasy worlds into his. All. Of. Them. Every story ever written. With a world thrown into mayhem and chaos, the quest begins to return everything to normal before the universe collapses into itself. Familiar and unfamiliar faces and stories abound as mixups and twists on classic and not so classic tales around the world bring you on a wild ride across time, space and genre. Hopefully, Shikiro can find some help.

Game 22
It's Just a Game (Chapter 22)

Irish's POV

Umiwas ako ng tingin rito dahil naiilang ako sa mga tingin nito. Nakakailang talaga, tinaas nito ang pagkakahawak sa kamay ko. Hinalikan nito kaya namula ang mukha ko.

"Sorry," nagulat ako sa sinabi nito at nakikita ko sa mukha nito ang sincerity. Mixed emotion ang nararamdaman ko. I'm speechless to be honest.

"I've prepare something on you," hinala ako nito at pinaupo. Nagulat ako dahil hindi ko inakala na siya pala ang gagawa nitong romantic date idea. I've used to seen this thing on Internet but right now I couldn't say anything.

Ang ganda talaga pero alam ko namang mahal ang pago-organize ng ganito. Pinagmamasdan ko ang aking paligid, hindi ko napansin na umalis ang katabi ko. Bumalik ito dala-dala ang mga pagkain na nakahain.

Spaghetti, Fruit Salad, Kitkat, Mango Float. All-time favourite desserts. Paano niya nalaman ito. Nagulat ako pero pinagsambahala ko na lamang.
"How~," mahina kong saad nakita kong ngumisi si Tristan.

"Your favourite," saad nito at nilagay sa table ang mga pagkain. May kinalikot ito sandali sa laptop. Meron naman ganito sa classroom yung projector yun ang ginagamit ng teacher namin.

Narinig ko ang isang Thailand language na commercial kaya nanlaki ang mata ko GMMTV at kinilig ako nung 2gether series ang ni-play nito.

"Seriously!" natatawa kong saad rito pero he just shrugged. Kailan pa ito manood ng BL series. Omo! I thought hindi siya hmmm- well, he want to watch it kaya bahala siya.

Nanonood kami ng First Episode kaya naman tiningnan ko ang katabi ko. Halatang nababagot ito at walang pakealam pero tinitiis niya lamang. Kinuwit ko ito kaya napatingin sa'kin.

"Change it," saad ko sa kanya. Seryoso pa rin ang mukha nito, tila walang balak itong tumayo. Kaya ako na ang kusang lumapit at pinalit sa Hollywood Fantasy Movie.

I know his kinda bored kaya naman naghahanap ako rito. Nakita kong kumakain ito. Alam mo yung gusto kong sumigaw na 'sana all katulad niya' dahil sa ngayon ay bihira ang mga lalaking ganito yung tinitiis manood para lang sayo. Priceless masyado hindi ko alam pero kinilig ako sa ginawa nito. Hindi ko alam kung bakit ako ginaganito ng lalaking ito pero I'm tahnkful dahil napapasaya ako nito.

Habang naghahanap ako ng Hollywood movie dahil nakalagay naman ito sa Folder sa Documents. Nanlaki ang mata ko dahil nakita ko ang Fifty Shades of Grey. Tumingin ako sa muli sa kumag at ramdam ko ang pamumula ang mukha ko. Tumawa ito ng malakas dahil sa'kin siguro.

Kahit kailan ang lalaking ito mahilig manood ng ganitong bagay. Boys are boys what do you expect. May nakita akong movie na Flat liners. Curiosity kills me so I played it.

Bumalik na ako sa upuan at kumuha ng pagkain. Pinapanood koi to ay tungkol sa mga doctor na tinitingnan ano ang mangyayare kapag wala ka ng buhay sa ilang minuto.

They saw something and it was unexpected there's an electric appearing inside our brain that reminds on what happen in our past but if there's a bad memories it will recalls when you came back to life.

Within 5 minutes ay babalik ang alaala na matagal mong nakalimutan ay maaalala mong muli. Pinapanood ko ito at ang katabo ko ay ganon rin pero napansin kong nakalingkis ang kamay nito sa bewang ko kaya napatingin ako rito.

Balewala lamang ito sa kanya kaya hinawakan ko ang kamya nito at pilit na inaalis. Sumunod na scene ang nagpalaki sa mata ko. They're doing unnecessary at si Ate gurl grr~.

Tinakpan ko ang aking mga mata pero naririnig ko pa rin ang kanilang mga nakakaririnding boses. Kahit sinasaway na sila ay patuloy pa rin nilang ginagawa.

Tawang-tawa naman ang kasama ko kaya ng marinig ko ang Conversation inalis ko na ang maat ko at siniko sa tyan si Tristan na napadaing ito.

"Buti nga sayo. Blehh!" sabay belat rito. Napangisi naman ito bigla.

"Are you okay?" tanong ko rito baka nababagot na ito nakakapanood. Tumango naman ito at pinagpatuloy ang panonood nito.

Napagpasyahan kong tapusin itong movie at uuwi na sa'min. Madilim na rin kasi ang paligid at nakakatakot. Nanonood ako ay biglang nagulat ako sa Plot twist ng story. Since lahat sila may bad memorise noon kaya bumabalik sa kanila ngayon.

The key is to forgive yourself sa mga nagawa mong kasalanan. I'm absurd naging semi-horror ito and i feel delighted sa gumawa nito. At the same time ay natakot na rin ako.

"Kinda creepy but I love it," saad ko kaya naman pinisil ng kasama ko ang kamay ko. Hindi ko alam kung anong problema nito at pinagpawisan ng todo. He hug me without warning.

"Okay ka lang?" mahina kong saad rito pero mas lalong humihigpit ang pagkakayakap nito sa'kin. Hindi ito nagsalita ngunit yumakap lang ito sa'kin. I pat his back slowly and soflty.
Lumipas ay bigla itong kumalas sa pagkakayakap at ngumisi sa'kin. Bipolar din pala ang isang ito dahil ayaw magsalita pero I know he just trying to act cool sa harapan ko.

"Irish may I dance with you," tumayo ito at nilahad ang kanya kamay. May tumunog na background music. 
Tinanggap ko ito at tinayo ako nito at sinayaw. Nakatingin lamang ito sa'kin habang sumasayaw kami. Dinadama naming ang kanta na nagmumula sa Laptop.

"I want you back," saad nito na nagpataka sa'kin.

"Huh-," hindi ako nito pinatapos. Medyo tumigil ito sa pagsayaw.

"I know na may something kayo ni Zayn kaya please I really want you back," he pleaded and I couldn't say anything. "I know na may kasalanan akong nagawa sayo pero gusto kong bumawi sa mga nagawa ko. Nasaktan kita kung gusto mo akong bawian ay paluin mo ako," saad nito at kinuha ang aking kamay at pinagpapalo sa kanyang dibdib.

"I just want to be selfish dahil nga gustong-gusto kita at ayaw kong may aagaw sayo mula sa'kin," madamdamin nitong saad. Gusto kong matawa sa sinabi nito tungkol sa'min ni Zayn ngunit speechless ako muli sa ginagawa nito.

His effort & confessions it makes me really confuse. Bakit ganito ka Tristan, mas lalo mong binubuhay yung gusto kong hindi maramadam sayo.

"There's NO GAMES and it will BE REAL. Can you still accept me kahit magsimula tayo sa panibago," pinagdidiinan nito ang mga katagang iyon. Tumango lamang ako dahil hindi ko alam ang sasabihin ko.

Ngumiti naman ito ng malapad sa kanyang ginawa at binuhat ako nito.
"Thank you, thank you," masayang saad nito habang iniikot ako nito sa ere.

"Hoy, bitawan mona ako," natatawa kong saad. Binaba ako nito at nilapit nito ang kanyang mukha sa'kin.

Pumikit na lamang ako dahil at hinihintay ang kanyang gagawin. Naramdaman kong hinalikan nito ang akin noo habang nakatingin ang Butuin at Buwan sa'amin.

"I promise to the starts & moon watching us today. I'll protect you no matter what will happen and also to cherish you," saad nito. Napadilat naman ako sa sinabi nito.

Third Person's POV

Habang pinagmamasdan nito ang dalawa ay bigla itong napangisi sa inis. Nilagay na nito ang regalo para kay Irish. Umalis na ito dahil nasusuka na sa nakikita.

"Tristan i'll be the one who make you mine and Irish here's my advance gift to you," nakangisi nitong saad ng makapasok na ito sa kanyang kotse. Tumatawa ito habang nagmamaneho.

Itutuloy…

It's Just a Game Irish Nathally is an Independent-smart girl. She's a dreamer and reaching her Goal in life. A nerd that been bullied to their campus for almost 4 executived years but as she step in her Shs her life change when she meet THE BADDEST particular the group leader none other than Tristan. Tristan Ace is a Heartthrob in their campus. A wealthy person with a badboy/charismatic features. He doesn't believe in love and He believes that love is Just a Game. A game they've create that collide this two person. What will gonna happen?. Tristan will seek and find the true of meaning of love?

*** Present
For the following week, the Quidditch opening ceremony was highly anticipated. For the few classes before the event, even in the OWL and NEWT classes, there were very few students actually getting work done.
Naturally, Harry and Hermione were two of the few people still working but Harry himself was really excited for the event.
On a more annoying note, he still had no idea what the first task was.
Bagman had simply said that it "tested their versatility and adapting to different tasks."
He was planning on asking Dumbledore in their session that evening, knowing that the other competitors would be informed by their respective head-teachers.
*** Evening Session w Dumbledore and Arcturus
The intensity of their sessions had increased a couple notches. Harry had never noticed it in how easily he was beat, but Arcturus had been holding back on him in all their prior training.
"You're part of the Triwizard tournament now, nobody will be holding back on you." Was Arcturus' short explanation.
Harry's goal had changed from trying to get Arcturus on the back foot and was now simply trying to get even one shot in on the older man.
Despite getting beaten even quicker than he usually did, Harry couldn't deny that he was improving quickly.
Arcturus barely duelled with one of his hands, occasionally having to bring the other up to cast a wandless shield in case Harry managed to get a sneaky spell into Arcturus' defence.
Harry's defence was improved significantly as well, despite being proficient with countering and defence, he hadn't had to defend even close to as much as Arcturus was shooting at him currently.
The Black Lord was not reserved in his attack, all of his spells were non-lethal because they were practising, and this did restrict some of his more dangerous elemental magic as well, but Harry was barely capable of defending himself against Arcturus' barrage for a few minutes, let alone a proper duel.
The Lord Black wasn't a showman, he did things quickly and efficiently.
Arcturus' wand did not move any more than he needed it to, every swipe sending multiple spells flying at Harry and every flick creating a wave of water or air.
With a deep grunt of defeat, Harry collapsed under the barrage of spells, getting thrown back into the cushioned wall.
*** Quidditch Ceremony
The tiresome Ludo Bagman was back to commentate for the opening ceremony of the Quidditch Opening Ceremony.
Despite this, Harry couldn't help but be excited about the event, it would be the first professional Quidditch match that he would have seen. After all the Quidditch he played, his first Professional Quidditch match!
After spouting about the Nimbus Broom Company for a good fifteen minutes, leaving Harry thoroughly tired with the shameless advertising happening in the tournament, Bagman moved on to talking about the teams playing.
"FOR TODAY'S EXHIBITION MATCH, WE HAVE SOME OF THE GREATEST PLAYERS TO EVER GO PRO IN THE HISTORY OF QUIDDITCH HERE TODAY! OUR FIRST EXHIBITION TEAM IS CAPTAINED BY NONE OTHER THAN THE AMERICAN BEHEMOTH JEFFREY SMITHEREENS!"
Said player streaked onto the Hogwarts Quidditch pitch, doing twirls even as he rose up to do a lap of the entire pitch, blazing past the stands of all four houses. Smithereens was really a 'Behemoth', he was 6'5 and strongly built, especially for a Keeper.
"SMITHEREEN'S 7 ALSO INCLUDE BEATERS JOHNSTON AND JOHNSTON, CHASERS BALTIC, PAZZI AND GARCIA AAAAND SEEKER JAAASON ROY OF OUR VERY OWN ENGLISH QUIDDITCH TEAM!"
The seven all circled the stadium to loud cheers among the packed crowd.
"THEIR JOB WON'T BE A CAKEWALK THOUGH, BECAUSE HERE COME THEIR OPPONENTS, LED BY NEW ZEALAND SENSATION WILLIAMSON!"
The New Zealander was the exact opposite of his American counterpart as captain, he was smaller, lithe and wiry and very close to his broom so as to reduce the air resistance. He circled the stadium then flew to the centre, flying up into the air then diving, pulling out at the last second to pull off a perfect Wronski feint in front of the audience that was going back over his performance.
"ON WILLIAMSON'S TEAM IS KEEPER RODRIGUEZ, IRISH CHASERS MULLET, TROY AAAND MORAN! MAXWELL AND HEADINGWAY ARE BEATERS FOR THE SIDE!"
Said players zoomed onto the field, dressed in blue as opposed to the red of Smithereen's 7.
The two teams flew into starting formation and Madam Hooch released all of the balls, the snitch immediately zooming off into space, with Williamson and Roy both chasing after it.
Harry noticed how much faster professional snitches were than the ones that Hogwarts used for their school matches. He could keep up with the tiny ball but he could only imagine the kind of skill needed to catch the tiny blighter.
With his Omnioculars, Harry could see Roy's eyes moving hectically, tracking every move of the snitch, with his tongue out, concentrating on catching up to the tiny little ball.
With a very sharp turn just before the goal posts, the snitch lost Roy, who nearly smashed into the large goalpost and had lost it by the time he looked around.
Williamson on the other hand, kept on the tail of the tiny golden ball, showing his class with some vicarious flying, flying right through the chaser's formations, swerving right out of the way of a pass, and ignoring several budgets sent at him by the Johnston twins, who kept on his tail, knowing that the game would be over if he caught the snitch.
Meanwhile, Pazzi and Garcia had completely run through the Irish chasers to score the first goal of the game.
Pazzi jagged around the Irish players and threw a low pass to Garcia who dived to take it and threw it hard towards the right goal from an awkward position way below the goal posts which Rodriguez could only bop onto the post and back into the goal.
Garcia did a quick lap of celebration before going back for the throw-off of the quaffle.
Quickly Smithereen's 7 established a good lead of 110-20 points over their opponents, as Rodriguez proved unable to stop any of the opposition's attempts while Smithereen was a rock solid defence, only faltering to a truly amazing execution manoeuvre from the Irish chasers, who feinted twice to get the ball through the middle hoop.
Despite this, Williamson was still on the chase of the snitch. Roy was trying to catch up to him but it seemed only a matter of time until Williamson caught the snitch and Smithereen's 7 knew that.
Garcia sped through the opposition, swerving in many different directions and taking a hard throw to the left hoop, quickly lengthening the lead to 160-20, a full 140 points ahead of their opponents.
Garcia zigzagged through Williamson's 7 but a well placed blunger threw him off his course.
Desperately, he threw a looping high pass to Baltic who received it perfectly and just stilled for a second to take the shot, pulling his arm back for the throw and…
"WILLIAMSON CATCHES THE SNITCH!" Bagman's excited voice filled the stadium.
Baltic let out a scream of frustration, just one goal away from tying the game…
"WILLIAMSON'S 7 WIN THE HOGWARTS EXHIBITION GAME OF '93 BY JUST 10 POINTS!" Bagman exclaimed.
Williamson did a victory lap, ecstatic with the win.
Meanwhile Bagman moved on to more random praising of the Nimbus company while the player's exited the field after one last victory lap for WIlliamson's team.
*** The end

"From his own experience, Harry knew that luck had never been on his side. At that moment he decided that he wouldn't rely on luck to solve his problems, he had to become smart, beyond the norm and talk his way through life. That's the only way he could survive." 

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"Keno"

Keno's body was a thousand threads of rainbow colors before they took the familiar shape of a young boy, sixteen to be exact. He had luscious silver hair and eyes the color of the sky. After a few seconds of silence, the world around him formed into a living, breathing world. 

His body lay limp on blades of grass that whipped wildly in the slow morning breeze. A blanket of yellow daisies as far as the eye can see.

"Hello young traveler!"

Keno's eyes bursted opened and his body lurched upward to a standing position. He blinked sporadically before focusing on the voice he heard. His disorientated mind made him take a step forward only to stumble down to all fours. 

"Woah there young friend, it's a little bit earlier to be walking. Take a sit on them there flowers and I will Explain everything." 

The voice belonged to a barbaric human dressed in a large heavy set bear skin and a assortment of metal straps. He had a menacing brown beard and a musty face that did its best to smile. 

"My name is Tikk and I'm your host for the entry into your new life."

Keno felt himself settle as he could finally focus on the thick Irish accent. 
"I..."

Tikk raised an eyebrow before putting up his hands to show he had no weapons. 
"Don't worry lad, I don't bite." 

The wind picked up slightly and Keno could feel the shiver cascade down his spine. The reverting of his soul finally complete. 

"Where am I?"

Keno asked as he flexed his fingers over and over again. He still felt a fuzzy sensation in his entire body. At least he could finally formulate thoughts. 

"Why you are in the game, The World of A Thousand! As the name suggests, the game entitles you to make your way through each world, becoming stronger and more adept for your skills." 

Keno shuddered as he remembered everything. He was in a metal like pod not to long ago, almost a million other pods similar were situated in some science research building. A row of women and men in lab coats waved as a bright blue light took up his vision. The memories of his past life slipping away, only the essential knowledge locked into his soul. After losing consciousness he woke up in a field of rolling hills dotted with beautiful flowers and colorful butterflies. 

The area seemed other worldly and mystifying, almost as if he was back on Earth, a more older version of it. Like technology never did what it did.

"So who are you?" Keno asked, pushing off his knee and stretching his entire body. He wiggled his toes and did a small hop in the air, he felt amazing. It was like all stress and worries were vacant from his mind, coming to this world might of been a great choice. 

"Uh, my name is Tikk an-"

Keno waved him off and asked again,
"Sorry let me rephrase that."
Keno looked deep into the hazel eyes of the brute, a unsettling feeling in his gaze.

"Are you AI or human."

His words cut fast and hard, delivering a blow to Tikk's confidence.

"Well boy,"

His Irish accent seem to fade with his smile and an uglier one took its place.

"There are no such things as npc's or AI in this game. You see, every insect, animal, mystical beast, and Magic user is a conscience person. Believe it or not, everyone has a role to play in this game."

Keno's eyes widened at the statement, his eyes drawn to the barrage of butterflies and bumblebees swooping about.

"Once someone determines they want to come to the game because of overpopulation back on Earth, they are randomly given a role as an Adventurer, Animal, Mystic beast, insect, or Enemy." 

Tikk still without his accent, edged closer to Keno, a savage smile on his face. 

"You got lucky kid, be glad you aint eating leftovers as a mut or running for your life as some beast."

Keno held up his hands to stop the towering man from getting any closer, he did not dare say a word. 

"You know what kid, I'll remember your face and if I see you on World 34, I will make sure to introduce you to how this game really works."

Keno kept a straight face and stared back at his blood shot eyes,
"I will remember you too, and I'll make sure to introduce myself also."

Tikk smiled and patted Keno on the back, each impact almost knocking him over,

"Im just playing rookie, I won't piss my pants over a question like that, just pulling your leg!"
The obnoxiously loud Irish gibberish returning from wherever it died from. 

"Just remember though, there are some people who will destroy you for a small comment like that, so be careful and become strong." 

Keno was so confused that he smiled lightly to return the favor of not making him piss his pants. He only fired back because he did not want to come off as weak if he ever did see face with Tikk again. 

"Thank you?"

Keno managed to survive his bombardment of back slaps and shrug off the immense pain he felt. 

Tikk laughed with saliva flying everywhere before tapping Keno on the forehead,
"Good luck greenie." 

The same unknown blue light consumed him and he was thrown in to pitch black nothingness.

Keno lives in a world were at the age of sixteen you can pick two fates. One is that you could live on Earth normally without any hiccups, or you could remove your soul from the body and be put into a virtual reality game called The World Of A thousand. In this world there are thousands upon thousands of different spells that you can use and create. When you spawn on world one, you get two random abilities and one spell that sticks with you through out the entire game. However Keno is given something that will change his journey forever.

——————————The Hype House, L.A, America.  March 16th, 2020————————
             (By the way, this chapter was set in the time before Lilhuddy and Charli D'Amelio broke up.)

Lilhuddy (also known as Chase Hudson) woke up.  He rolled onto his side and said, "wake up Charli."  But he realized Charli D'Amelio is gone.  Chase got out of bed and looked everywhere for her, but she couldn't be seen.  He then asked the other members of the Hype House if they had seen her.  
"Nope," said Dixie D'Amelio.  Dixie D'Amelio was making Mac and Cheese while doing the Renegade.
Addison Rae entered the Hype House carrying her purse, she set it down on the kitchen counter.  "Hey Addison, have you seen Charli?" Lilhuddy asked.
"Nope, she is probably at Starbucks or something," Addison said.  She pulled out her phone and started filming a TikTok.  Cannibal by Kesha started playing.
"You are right, I am going to go to Starbucks to see if she is there," Chase said.  But just before Chase could go outside Tony Lopez walked into the Hype House carrying a cardboard box.  "What's inside?" Asked Lilhuddy. 
"I dunno, but it says it's for you," Tony said.  He grabbed a pair of scissors and started cutting the box open.  Inside the box was a CD labeled "Ransom by Lil Tecca" and an accoping letter.  Chase opened the letter and read it.  "What does it say?" Asked Tony.
Chase started to read the letter out loud.  "In the times of empty shelves and houses of 10, go to the city of the six.  There go to an Irish pub on the day of green, you shall find me there.  Bring me the clothing brands mentioned in Ransom and in return I shall bring you back Charli D'Amelio."
"I will go upstairs and get Avani's stereo," Addison said.  She walked upstairs.  She later came back downstairs holding a stereo.  She set the stereo on the kitchen table and Chase inserted the CD, Ransom by Lil Tecca began to play.  The group analyzed the song carefully.
"So do any of you guys have clothes from the fashion brands mentioned in that song?" Lilhuddy asked.
"I have a Louis and Vuitton dress," Addison said.
"Perfect! Can I please borrow it so I can give it to the kidnapper," Chase asked.
"Anything for Charli."  Addison ran upstairs, garbed her Louis and Vuitton dress, then ran back downstairs and gave Chase her dress.
"Thank you," Lilhuddy thanked.  Before he left the Hype House, he said his goodbyes and see-you-laters to the members that were currently in the building.  Chase then closed the door behind him.  He then entered his car, turned it on, then started driving towards Toronto.

—————————Bacton.  December 25th, 8:00 AM 1989 (Earth Time)————————

Melody woke up.  She walked over to The Boss's office, where they were listening to Ransom through a Walkman.  "Sorry, I thought I could help you guys," The Boss said, "but he didn't mention Supreme in that song, so I can't give you my Supreme hoodie.  
"What's going on here?" Melody asked.
"Oh nothing," Mx. Armstrong said, "why don't you and Nate chat for a bit in the library while me, Ben, The Boss, Freddie, Nena and Jane sort this out."
"Okay," Melody said with a smile.  "Come on, Nate.  Let's find the library!" Melody frolicked out of The Boss's office, Nate soon followed.
"We can give some brown bills to whoever is going to Earth so they can get some Balenciaga," Jane suggested.
"But who is going though?" Nena asked.  Everyone looked towards Ben.
"Maybe it should be Shara," Ben suggested.
"Why don't you wanna go? Don't ya love Georgia?" Jane teased.
"I do, it's just that I don't want to become an old man," Ben explained.
"Everyone has to grow up eventually," Nena said, "now it's your turn."
"But what if Georgia is still a kid, then she won't date me because I am an old man!" Ben said.
"Look, if Georgia was down on Earth all this time, she is probably an adult.  So just go through the goddamn portal and save her!" Mx. Armstrong shouted.
"Fine," Ben sighed.  The Boss gave him $1000 Canadian Earth dollars.  Ben waved goodbye before he entered the portal.  The portal took him to an Irish pub in Toronto on St. Patty's Day, 2020.

——————Vancouver Island, Canada.  March 16th, 2020———————————

Harry and his wife, Meghan, were drinking coffee from Tim Hortons while eating some TimBits.  They were sitting on their balcony looking over the waters.  "This is beautiful, aye?" Harry said before he ate a Birthday Cake TimBit.
"Yup, Canada is pretty calm, except for all the COVID-19 stuff," Meghan Markel said.  All of a sudden Harry's phone started to ring.  "Who is it?" Meghan asks.
"Prince Philip," Harry said.  Harry picks up the phone, "hello."
"We need your help!" Philip said.
"For what?" 
"Someone kidnapped Queen Elizabeth and they are holding her for ransom!" Philip panicked.
"What do I have to deliver to them, and where are they?" Harry asks.
"You need to bring them your Fendi sneakers.  The kidnapper is in an Irish pub in Toronto, and they want you to deliver your sneakers to them on St. Patrick's Day," Philip explained. 
"Okay, I will start driving now, cya" Harry hung up and put his phone back in his pocket.
"What was that about?" Meghan asked.
"We have to save the Queen," Harry said.  Harry went inside and grabbed his Fendi sneakers and put them in a plastic bag.  Then Harry and Meghan went inside their car and started driving towards Toronto.  Dance Monkey by Tones and I was playing through the car radio.

—————The Four Leaf Clover, Toronto, Canada Ontario.  March 17th 1:13 PM, 2020——

As soon as Ben breathed the 2020 air, he grew into a 60 year old man.  He then walked into an Irish pub called "the Four Leaf Clover" and sat at a table that already had some people in it.  "Hey guys," Ben said.
"Hello, are you here to retrieve a loved one as well?" Asked a man with a neatly trimmed beard.
"Yup, you?" Ben asked.
"We all are," said the man.
They then introduced themselves to Ben.  There was Kanye West, Harry, Meghan and Chase.  Afterwards Ben introduced himself.  "Oh wait, I got to go, I forgot to buy some Balenciaga," Ben got off his seat.
"You can just give me the money," TGE^G said.
"I am so glad you are okay!" Kanye West hugged TGE^G.
"Geez, why did you just hug me," TGE^G said in disgust.
"You are my wife, aren't ya?" Kanye West said.
"Oh no, I am just taking over her body for the time being," TGE^G said.
"Then get out of her body!" Kanye West demanded.
"In a bit, for now I just want to give you some of the finest ale in this pub," TGE^G said, "and for you Chase, I will give you some Root Beer."
TGE^G entered the kitchen.  They then came back holding four glasses, a keg of beer, and a can of A&W Root Beer.  She set the keg of beer in front of the table since it could not fit on top of the table.  After Kanye, Harry, Meghan and Ben had at least ten glasses of beer TGE^G came back with four laptops.  "I want you guys to complete this survey."
"What about me?" Chase asked.
"Just scroll through your Snapchat or whatever," TGE^G suggested.
Once they opened their laptops they were greeted by a Buzzfeed quiz titled "Build the Perfect Starbucks Frappuccino and We Will Guess Your Disney Princess Doppelgänger."  After they were done the quiz TGE^G called them over to the other side of the room.  "Follow me," TGE^G commanded.  They walked through a portal which led them to a corridor that was located on a white spaceship which was hovering near Toronto.  As TGE^G rambled on about useless stuff Chase spotted Charli D'Amelio doing the Say So dance in an empty room.
"Can you please let her out?" Lilhuddy asked.
"Not yet," TGE^G said.  As they continued walking they went past Queen Elizabeth sitting by herself in an empty room.  
"Where is Georgia?" Ben asked impatiently.
"Oh, we couldn't think of anywhere to put her, so we put her where we thought she would belong," TGE^G explained.
"And where is that??" Ben asked.
TGE^G gave Ben a VHS and said "this contains a map of the place where we put her, and the exact coordinates of her whereabouts."  "Everyone follow me upstairs."  After they climbed the stairs they were standing on top of the spaceship looking over Toronto. 
"Why are we here?" Kanye asked.
"So that we can get your personal information which we can use to impersonate you," TGE^G explained, "we did that by making you guys super drunk while you complete a survey which the results go to us."
Kanye West was pacing around the edge of the spaceship.  "We didn't come here to get drunk and do some stupid Disney Princess quiz, we came here to retrieve our loved ones.  So you better get the fu-" Kanye West fell off the ledge of the spaceship and into Lake Ontario.
"NOOOO!!!!" Chase screamed.  He started punching TGE^G.  "Why, why do you have to do this," Lilhuddy cried.
TGE^G pushed Chase away.  "Don't worry, he will be fine."  TGE^G went over to a computer and said, "the last thing I want to show you guys is this machine I invented," TGE^G tapped a few buttons, "It will, hopefully, keep everyone safe from COVID-19."  TGE^G touched a big red button, which summoned a big electric dome over Toronto.  "A machine that can quarantine a whole city!"
"And you are not going to free our loved ones?" Meghan asked.
"Nope, but thanks for the clothes and the money, really appreciate it," TGE^G thanked.  Ben walked over to TGE^G and knocked them out.  He searched their pockets and found a gun.  He pointed the gun at the computer and shot it.  The dome over Toronto disappeared.  Harry, Meghan and Chase freed all the prisoners while Ben killed everyone in TGE^G's crew.  They then walked back into the portal, which took them to the Four Leaf Clover.  Drunken Sailor by the Irish Rovers was playing through the radio.  Harry then called 9-1-1 and told them that a man had fallen into Lake Ontario near Toronto.  Ben waved goodbye to all the people in the Four Leaf Clover.  Afterwards Ben walked out of the Four Leaf Clover and into the portal, which took him back to Bacton.

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The butler served the dishes in the dining area. Laurice was hesitant at first but the moment she smelled the aroma of the food, she suddenly felt hungry her mouth instantly watered. 

Her eyes swelled when she saw the table filled with sumptuous dishes. There was a steaming lamb stew which is according to the butler a traditional irish stew, colcannon which is also an irish dish that pretty much resembles that of a potato mash only with kale and spring onions, and a pub salad with a tangy tarragon dressing. 

She gulped. 
'Looks yummy! and hearty!'

Sid was pleased to see the look on her face and immediately pulled her a seat on the table. He was feigning his hunger from the beginning but looking at the woman beside him with her bright and shiny eyes he was starting to feel hungry himself. 

He just could not decide what is it he was actually craving for.
...

Laurice was surprised with the sudden gesture and thanked him rather shyly.

'Oh! What a gentleman!'

She wasn't aware that another person was in fact more surprised than she was. Butler Han was starting to feel giddy from his young master's actions. He did not expect him to be such a gentleman especially towards the woman. Back at the villa, he has already seen some differences from his young master but thought it was just out of respect and a way to appease his son and that he was only being hospitable to a guest but now that he was seeing another side of his young master, he was starting to realize that the man has really become quite odd but absolutely gentle and caring and may be a little too bold, towards Laurice. Only towards Laurice.

The butler thought the man was indeed interested with this beautiful woman. 
'Oh! He had finally found the answer! He will inform the madam right away! Such good news and great luck indeed!  

He thought that finally atleast one of the brothers was beginning to show some interest with the opposite sex. He sure hopes to be able to help the madam plan their wedding soon! 

...

On a certain part in Dublin, Capital of Ireland.
An old but beautiful woman was doing her early morning yoga routine sneezed three times in a row.
'Who is it? Who's cursing me? Ruining my zen time.'

If only the woman knew about a particular butler's good news, she might forget doing yoga for the rest of her life and book a flight back home immediately.

...
Back at Woodville Homes.

Both Laurice and Sid was eating quite happily on the table while chatting. It seemed Laurice was indeed a food enthusiast and could not help but keep asking him about traditional irish cuisine. Sid might not be a good cook but atleast he knows his roots well so he was able to respond to her queries. 

"Can you teach me how to make these?" She asked while pointing at the dishes. "And more?" Her eyes was pleading as she bit her lower lip.

Sid really likes it everytime the woman bite her lips whenever she was getting shy or nervous and excited. Her eyes will always complement those feelings. 
It was rather cute and he did not find it annoying at all.
He was even getting curious if she was actually the clingy type when in a relationship.

When he thought of her being in previous relationships already, he was somehow feeling remorseful and envious. 
His eyes deepened.

Sid cleared his throat and said, "You can come at the villa if you want to. I'll have the chef arrange a special demo for you."

'So smooth young master, why don't you just let her live at the villa to save us all the trouble. Everybody happy.' 
An eavesdropping butler was chanting inwardly. 

"I'd love to! Thank you!" Laurice said happily, her eyes were gleaming. She did not realize that her agreeing will not only let her learn how to cook irish in the future but will also make her indebted to the man himself with a high price forever.

...

The two finished off their meal and Laurice insisted on washing off the dishes herself but the servants did not allow her so and just took charge of it and even handled the sorting of the groceries themselves. They just asked her to rest a bit together with the young master at the back porch instead.

Laurice could not refute and could only sigh in submission. She went out of her way to the back porck after she bid her thanks to the servants.

Her lanai was an extension of the living area separated by a floor to ceiling transparent glass sliding door. She went out and saw Sid who was already sitting on the single couch with a book on his hand. 

The moment Sid felt her presence, he immediately asked, 
"You like graphic novels?" 
Laurice noticed that it was her book on his hand that he was skimming.

"Yes, very much. I actually love reading fiction in general better than watching films." She said. Laurice felt there was no harm on telling him about her hobbies and such.

Sid: "Hmm. I see. You also write, don't you?"
Laurice lightly chuckled.
Laurice: "What made say so?" 
Sid: "Just a guess. Well?" 

Sid looked straight to her eyes. Her heart seemed to have missed a beat when she saw those electrifying deep cognac brown eyes. She remained rooted to the ground.

Laurice let out a breath out of her chest and averted his gaze before replying, "I do. I'm into prose and poetry. I do write novels when i'm in the mood. And my favorite so far is actually writing children's stories with graphic arts."

Sid: "You can also draw?" Sid knows the woman was already extremely talented and hearing everything that she was fond of and interested about, was making his heart even more proud of her. 

Laurice was stunned for a second and replied with a 'Hmm'.

She did not say anything else afterwards. 
She just remained standing there. She seems so near and yet so far from him it was making his heart swell.

Sid continued to blatantly look at the woman while she stare blankly in space. There was a hint of sadness in her eyes that's making his heart ache. He hated seeing her like that. 

He rose from his seat and went up to her. 

...

Laurice did not notice that Sid was already right next to her and did not know how long he was standing there for. She just felt a sudden weight on her shoulders. 

She tilted her head to the side and saw that the man was actually leaning on her shoulder. Her eyes flew wide-opened. Her heart started pounding. His face was so close to hers she could almost hear his even breathing. She was caught momentarily by his stunning features and could not help but stare at it. 

The man's eyes were shut. 
'She thanked the heavens for that else she might not have the guts to scrutinize the godly man before her.' 
His lashes were long, His brows were dark and full and arched rather handsomely. His straight greek nose and his full and moist lips are so attractive as if carefully sculpted to complement his gorgeous face. And his hair, his short hair ... his soft-raven black hair which was surprisingly smooth as it gently brushes along her nape was giving her tingling sensations down to her feet. Her toes curl. 
" ... !!! "
The man was sinfully sexy. 

'If only she could touch his face.' She thought while unconsciously lifting her free hand towards the man's seemingly sleeping face only to stop mid-air. She retrieved the hand and gently pat her chest.

'What am i doing?! Calm down heart!' 

She was having difficulty on what she should do at the moment as her heart rate increases until the man leaning on her finally spoke, "Im sleepy." 

Laurice: " ... "

He said he was sleepy?! 
'What the he*l is she supposed to do?!' 
...

Inside the living area, a certain butler was also shocked by what he saw. His jaw dropped.

Butler Han: " ... "

UNTIL I FALL INLOVE AGAIN
Romance, Comedy, Drama, Modern

(Graphic Warning: With Mature Content)


SYNOPSIS:


Laurice Ledesma Azul

Had an artistic temperament.
A shrewd femme d'affaires.
With a sheltered past. A broken home. Thwarted passion.

She possessed an unrivalved beauty that is envied by women and coveted by men. An exquisite woman of her youth with a vulnerable character.


...

With her sanity on the line, will Laurice eventually succumb to the temptation of the gorgeous stranger with a son playing as his wingman? Sid Walsh was relentless.

Another Walsh however came in play. Laurice's interest is perked up. Will there be rivalry between brothers? 

An old flame returned as well. It was the most disturbing one.

But if an ex-boyfriend's appearance wasn't chaotic enough, a tenacious fiance revealed himself claiming his rights as the future husband!

The battle among lovers is on!
Laurice was somehow caught in between.

But she still had a missing person to find and a career to foster. 

Will she ever find the courage to be free from all control, abandon herself to her desires without reserve and trust wherever fate leads her to be? 


...

20th of March, Year 20XX

At that serendipitous moment, Laurice was certain she saw something in his cognac eyes - something akin to love.

...

Extra Scene: 

"I like you." 

The man was still lost in his thoughts when he heard the words. It was almost inaudible. Like a careless whisper.

"Y-you like me?" He uttered.

"W-well, i don't h-hate you." Laurice stammered. 

The man arched his eyebrows in amusement. He grinned at the woman who was being defensive. A playful glint flashed past his eyes.

"Can i kiss you, then?" Sid asked.

Laurice: " ...???!!! " A kiss?

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