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Sweety is a single, working lady. She is staying with her friend, Roma, who has a boyfriend. Roma and her boyfriend, Ray, make love almost everyday in their room which is next to Sweety room. Sweety can't help but to masturbate by stimulating her sensitive parts. She is still virgin. She always has a fantasy where a muscular guy with long big penis will steal her virginity.

     Sweety is venting all her frustration and desire in her Facebook named 'Dirty Picture' where she upload all her picture with flirty and sex gesture. She never shows her full face. No one knows her. But she knows so many people as she got lots of private messages from guys and girls inviting her for sex. She got lots of dick and pussy picture as well. She badly need sex but they all are just not her type. She wants a man that fulfill the criteria as her dream man to steal her virginity. She wants her first sex to be special. 

     One fine day, Sweety was shocked with the news that someone stole her identity. There is another person created 'Dirty Pictures' as her Facebook profile. That person just add 's' to make different. Thanks to one of her fan that message her the details of 'Dirty Pictures' Facebook profile. 

     In anger, Sweety private message to 'Dirty Pictures'. She asked her why she is being a pussy to steal her identity. To her astonishment, 'she' replied that 'she' can't be a pussy as 'she' doesn't have one but 'she' can be a dick. 'She' send 'her' dick picture. OMG. Its not SHE but HE. 'Dirty Pictures' is created by a guy. The guy send another message saying that his dick picture is just for her and not to show or send to another person. He added by saying that he is just like Sweety, a single guy who wants to put sexy picture in Facebook without letting anyone knows who he is and gain some attraction by doing it. 

     Sweety didn't reply anything. She just turn off her phone and lie down. As usual. She can hear "Ahhh.. Ouhhhh.. Yes baby.." from Roma's room. But she didn't pay attention to it. She is thinking about the guy. How would he be. His personality is just as secret as hers. But yeah. She has his dick picture. She smiled and lost into her fantasy.

     What will happen next? Read the story to know further.

Chapter 4:
I Even Exist







I stared blankly at the colorful bird perched on the computer screen. Even after talking about magic with a computer screen, watching a library start to collapse as all the books came to life and some great blackness stealing away all the words from my mind, I still haven't lost my common sense. Yet.

"How~?"

"I'm a Pagemaster that retired thirty years ago. I'm not allowed to interfere in YOUR job outside of teaching ye how to do it. So my spirit is emplaced in this body so I can give you good and proper aid while not babying you like a half-grown little pansy."

I nodded slightly, looking down apologetically as I received his bereavements and scathing rebukes.

"When I saw the five of you out there I was wondering what the ol' gal was thinking but I never though' ye would be daft enough to try and create a world before I could even tell ye what was going on. Much less drop it on our heads."

"I'm sorry."

"Well, we can set this all well and good easy-peasy-lemon-squeezy. What world did ye summon boy?"

I look up, hoping that perhaps there was an easy way to fix this. "Ummm... Fantasy."

"Which one?"

"Just... Fantasy."

He looked at me in horror and my heart faltered. "Ye mean to say…. Ye didn't pick any one world... Ye picked every blooming one of them? Do ye know how many fantasy worlds stories are out there! Ye just gone and unleashed everything out in one big ol' world. This is worse than Atlantis finding out… This is… this is…"

He slumped down with a sigh. "We need to get ye trained as fast as possibl' the entire world is in deep trouble. All those conflicting worlds and tales, The world will collapse on itself if we don't stop it. And the Silence… The Word won't be able to hold it back."

"What is the Silence and The Word?"

"The Silence, is evil in its utmost and complete form. The end of all things, the antithesis of reason and thought and form. It's not even chaos, because Chaos has its own rhyme and flow. It is nothing, a blackness that houses a desire to be nothing. It will destroy all it touches if it is allowed free reign, but first, it has to destroy The Word to do such a thing, but that is nigh-impossible.

"The Word. There is only one way to explain it. 'In the Beginning, there was The Word, and The Word was God. And The Word was with God.'"

"So the Silence is the Anti-God?"

Clarion laughs. "Hah, that's a good one... It wishes it had such power. An Anti-God…. He is simply nothing."

Ruffling his feathers Clarion looks straight at me. "But it doesn't mean he isn't a threat to us mortals. He's out to make sure that as many of us as he can succumb to Silence instead of heeding to the Power of The Word."

"So what are we supposed to do about that?"

"We are the guardians of The Word. To ensure that no matter what the world will not forget what strength our greatest weapon is against the Silence. Knowledge. Learning. Imagination. Without these, man is nothing but animals without hope for better futures.

"We protect the stories, the strength, and the foundation of our lives. In exchange, we can use The Word's power to instill ourselves with the strength to fight the Silence. Use words to their fullest meaning to stretch beyond ordinary boundaries.

"And in exchange, we can venture into other worlds of our creation to train and practice. And even to enjoy ourselves getting lost in a book almost literally. Though right now, the books are all getting lost in our world. Or what is left of it." He makes a noise which I guess was him clearing his little bird throat.

"We can discuss more later. This darkness is getting me agitated and I would enjoy not starting to molt from stress though y've certainly given me plenty of it. Now. Stand up and let's fix the problem."

I climbed unsteadily to my feet, a sore backside thanking and reprimanding me for sitting so long inside that chair. The light from the screen wasn't enough to properly see anything by, I was quite thankful that there was a floor to even stand on.

"Take a deep breath and focus ye-self. I want ye to picture a spellcasting item. Wand, staff, amulet. Whatever ye wish to make it look like."

I close my eyes and picture a simple staff for spell casting.

"Now, make sure that ye also picture the proper size of everything about ye implement. The less abstract the better. Focus and bring it to life in ye mind, hold out ye hand and make like ye are trying to grasp it in reality."

I nodded without opening my eyes, picturing the length and width of the staff in comparison to myself holding out my hand reaching out and trying to feel as if I could touch the smooth silvery-blue staff. I jump for a second as I feel metal actually in the palm of my hand and open my eyes.

"Well done. Well done." I could hear the smile in his voice as Clarion watched me summon my first staff.

It was fairly simple if a bit wobbly, parts of the staff were bigger or smaller but overall it was holding its shape quite well. I could tell for myself that there were still flaws in its creation. "Being able to summon a staff with so few problems is quite an achievement for a first try. Soon ye will be able to make it perfect in a split second."

"Am I stuck with just this design?"

"Not at all. Ye can redesign and mold it al to ye whims in how ye want it to look. In fact, I'm also impressed ye didn't try for some fancy do-dad like a gun wand."

"After everything else going wrong I didn't want to have something blow up in my face."

Clarion laughed and nodded his head slightly. "Now then let's get this darkness cleared away and see what we have to work on training for ye. The words are quite simple." He uttered the words and I felt a little silly that I hadn't thought of the answer to this before summoning him. Perhaps if I had been a little more patient with myself, I would have figured it all out on my own.

I tried the spell but my wand merely sputtered and shone for a brief second. "Just have to try a little harder, just like how you summoned the staff. Ye need to focus and let the magic flow through it, not ye body. Y're just sending ye own mana willy-nilly."

I nod, trying to focus, closing my eyes and begin channeling the magic through the wand, at least trying to, imagining pushing something through my arm into the staff. "Stop stop! Ye are trying to force it and it's just going to break something' if ye keep going at it like that. Channeling ye mana through ye body needs to come naturally. Trying to do it the other way will just get ye… well think of it like trying to stuff a bottle of soda with more soda,"

I'm not sure how to picture that except that the bottle would explode and shudder at the idea of my hand flying away from my arm like a bottle rocket of shaken soda. "So.. naturally?"

"Aye. Picture a river flowing inside ye, yer mana just swims around and around like yer blood, ye skin is the dam that keeps it all inside of you.the space where you wand and hand met, I want ye to imagine opening the gates right there and letting the river start to flow in that direction get used to letting it flow use yer instincts on how much or little ye should provide."

I listen to his words, starting to get a feel of the magic inside me flowing softly, letting it flow into the wand as I released the floodgates between my palm and the cool metal, watching it glow and slowly gain strength as I continued to add magic power feeling it starting to warm up. Clarion fluttered his wings almost clapping. "Much better. Much better. We've got some ways to go but we will make ye a Pagemaster yet. Now, cast that spell and give us purchase from this gloom and doom shadow."

Raising my staff as I poured a little more magic into it, just to be sure, I moved the chair aside and waggled the long staff with a distinct cry of victory.

"Let there be Light!" And then there was light.

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.

The night is still long and Hou Wei Yan didn't feel like sleeping yet. After freshening up in the shower, she walked out in her PJs with a towel in her hand. She slowly walked towards the study table in their room and sighed when she saw the books piled up in there. She finished reading all of it and she needs new books to explore. ---I need more books to read
 
Once she was done drying her hair, she walked out of her room and goes down to meet Gu Man. The said butler just walked in of the Mansion after he finished patrolling the estate. "Uncle, can I enter the library?" 
 
"Of course, Young Lady" he replied with a smile before he walked towards her. "Let me guide you there" 
 
Hou Wei Yan obediently and enthusiastically followed Gu Man. She love books and they are the one obsession she can never let go. She heard from Gu Man that they have a library but she didn't have that much time to visit it because she spends her evening with her husband. If she ever wants to read a book, Gu Man usually grabs it for her. But tonight is different. She has plenty of time left before she should retire for the evening.
 
As soon as Gu Man stopped in front of a grandiose double door entrance, Hou Wei Yan immediately knew it was the door to her new favorite place inside the Mansion. The decoration of the door was intricately done and the main design was a beautiful tree filled with orchid like patterns molded in prim perfection. She can't help but get mesmerized by it's beauty and what awaits her inside hooked her instantly. 
 
As soon as the door was pushed open, an opulent diamond chandelier greeted her warmly alongside the traditional mahogany-paneled study.The room was spacious and filled with lanes of tall bookshelves that serves as a backdrop for art filled with classical books to historical ones. The room also features an antique desk, a flat-screen TV concealed behind faux book bindings, French Empire chairs flank an English Regency table, and fireplace that gave the room a warm atmosphere. Behind the huge table was a French Door that directly connects it to the balcony overlooking the huge and lush landscape of the garden. 
 
The space displaying in front of her extends far and wide and two stairs connected the ground floor to the second floor filled with wall bookshelves. The entire area made her jaw drop because she knew for herself that she would get lost if she isn't carefeul enough. Suddenly, she remembered the fantasy novels she read that mostly deals with magic and secrets. She slowly turned back towards Gu Man who was waiting for her to get inside. "Uhm, there's no forbidden section here, right?" 
 
"Yes" he curtly replied before he took a bow and closed the door with a smile. "Please call for me if you need anything, Young Lady" 
 
"Thank you, Uncle Gu" she mumbled as she slowly walked inside the enormous library with her eyes excitedly scanning the marvelous area.
 
Amidst her leisure walking, she suddenly took interest in the elegant khotan rug spread beautifully on the floor. The city of Khotan (present day Xinjiang, China) was located in Eastern Turkestan on the Silk Road, which was used by merchants and traders from China to Western Europe. Khotan rugs are characterized by Chinese details and Asian designs. Many Khotan carpet patterns were inspired by the mountains and items traded along the Silk Road, ranging from pomegranates to medallions to Buddhist and Asian motifs and Persian and Indian designs. What intently took her interest is the orchid patterns that adorn it and as she glanced up, the ceiling had golden orchid molded-plaster in it as well. 
 
As she ventured further in, she saw a huge wall covered with a red curtain. Curious, she pulled the golden handle and it revealed a mural painting of a majestic tree. The branches of the tree had orchids in it and two children sat peacefully below it with a book in their hand. Parched in one of the branches is an oddly black and white colored bird that piqued her interest. The painting was done beautifully and it obviously took plenty of time and consideration before it was finished. 
 
She admired it for a long time before she decided to walk away and search for books she can read. As she went through the books, a familiar line up made her eyes shine. 
 
"Ohhh, it's my favorite series" she mumbled as she grabbed hold of golden colored book with a smile on her face. "Book 1, The Emperor's Pampered Wife...I finished the whole series...Should I read this one again?" 
 
She looked at the other book beside it and decided to reread the entire series, starting with the first book in her hands. Afterwards, she ventured further in and saw a line up of fantasy inspired novels. She grabbed hold of one and smirked when she read the prelude. "Lunar Glamour?....A celestial and a human... now that's new" 
 
As she continued searching for more books to read, she found herself back to the mural painting. She slowly crouched down when she saw a glittery book at the buttom shelf. Intrigued, she grabbed hold of it and noticed that it was an illustrated storybook. 
 
"Cognizance of Time?"she mumbled as she traced the delicate handwritten title. A small signature LZWY was the written beneath it making her think that it was the author of the book. She slowly flipped through the pages and immediately got enticed by the drawing. The artwork was similar to the one on the wall making her smile. "The illustrations looks familiar...hmmm, orchid garden?"
 
She flips through it a few more times before she closed it and brought it to her room alongside the other. "This looks promising" 
 
Hou Wei Yan walked out of the library, three books gently clasped in her hands. As soon as she walked out, Gu Man strode towards her with his butler demeanor. "Let me help you, Young Lady" 
 
"No. It's okay" she gently said as she glanced at the books in her hands. "It's not heavy at all" 
 
"Should I bring snacks in your room?" Gu Man asked once Wei Yan got inside her bedchamber. 
 
She smiled warmly at Gu Man as she nodded her head. "That would be lovely" 
 
As soon as Gu Man left the room, she walked towards the veranda with the glittery book in her hands. She sat on the armchair before she slowly inhaled a breath of fresh air and began reading the storybook that captured her interest. The right page had the wonderful illustration of the majestic tree while on the left was the handwritten narrative of the story.
 
"In the heart of a forgotten mountain, believed to be the nest of Fairies and the place which the dragon protects, stood a mighty and majestic tree. It's branches were filled with orchids of different colors and types. The place was secluded and no human had ever step foot to marvel at it's beauty for the place was protected and a strong enchantment was set to mislead travelers" she gently read, her eyes focused and captivated by the beautifully done art. "With a strong wish engraved in his heart, a young boy named Zee ventured out to the forgotten mountain and despite the many dangers lurking in his path, he never once faltered. His belief in the Fairies that resided in the mountain was so strong that the mountain itself made way for him. The path was opened up and the young child found himself in front of the Majestic tree with all the fairies smiling down on him" 
 
She slowly flipped to the next page and saw the Majestic Tree with fairies smiling down on a raven haired boy with eyes as gray metallic silver. "The fairies asked the child for his wish and the boy only blurted out one word—friend" 
 
"The young child abandoned by the world and was scoffed at by others wanted nothing but a friend to get him through the hardships he's facing. He wanted a friend who can listen to his problems and advice him when he needed it most. He wanted a friend who can accompany him, laugh with him and comfort him as he cries" she was caught in the charm of the story and she sympathized for the young child. She then flipped through the next page and felt her heart jump when she saw a beautiful young child with chocolate brown hair and emerald green eyes engulfed by a golden light and was surrounded by the fairies of the Majestic Tree. 
 
She wasn't sure why she thinks of it, but the illustration of the young child looked like her when she was young. Although, unlike her who was quite a chubby baby, the child was petite and a beautiful smile adorned her face. 
 
"With all power they could muster, the Fairies created a little girl for the young child. Her hair was the color of the earth and her eyes as beautiful as the leaves of the majestic tree. The boy thanked the the fairies and named the child Wendy. The fairies accepted his thanks but his wish wasn't fully granted for young Wendy cannot leave the forgotten mountain. She who was born in the mountain shall remain in the mountain, that was their divine rule" she continued, now curious why the child looks like her. 
 
"The kid felt dismayed but he thanked them still. It wasn't fully granted, but he received a friend nonetheless. From that day on, Zee would always visit the mountain whenever he has the time and he would play and talk with Wendy until the sun dies down" Hou Wei Yan read before she flipped through the next page and saw a teenaged Zee alongside Wendy who remains as the beautiful young child blessed by the fairies. "They remained as friends, and Zee shared all his burdens with Wendy. He had always thought that the time where he would be leaving Wendy would never ever come. But Zee was human and Wendy sadly isn't. Each time he visits, Zee's appearance gradually changes while Wendy remains as the beautiful young child the fairies created. Despite this, Zee didn't mind the changes...but as he grew older, his mental toughness strengthened and his social circle grew the more he lives his life so in due time, Zee no longer needed young Wendy" 
 
She felt her heart clenched when she learned that Zee who asked for Wendy eventually forgot about her. He wanted a friend and yet he abandoned his first ever friend when he finally had plenty. Why would he do that!? How inhumane!
 
Although pained by this sudden development, she continued on and flipped through the next page where the Forgotten mountain cleared a path once more…but instead of Zee, an old man entered the mountain. "Wendy waited for the young child who asked for her all the time. She watched him grow older and she was there for him whenever he has in trouble. Although not entirely human, Wendy still longed for her friend. In was not until a few years passed when the forgotten mountain opened up again and in came an old man with a crane in his hands and wrinkles all over his face. Without asking for his name, Wendy immediately knew it was the friend she was waiting for" 
 
"But instead of a smile, Zee greeted Wendy in tears. All he could ever utter in front of the friend he abandoned is an apology. He wanted her to get angry, but the little child hugged him tightly instead. Her warmth made him remember all the time they had spend together. He thought it was his memories, but all of it belongs to Wendy" she read aloud with a pained expression on her face. Wendy waited of him and although the waiting was painful…she remained optimistic and viewed such misfortune as a blessing in disguise. 
 
Wendy wasn't human but she learned how to be human by spending time with Zee. She didn't mind that she was left alone, she was just glad that she was of help to him and that she learned how to be human through him. 
 
The next page showed Wendy with a huge smile on her face as she engulfed Zee in her embrace. The old man had tears on his face as Wendy gently comforted him under the bask of the sun. "Wendy showed him that she was utterly happy when he was with her and even as he left, she never felt unhappy because she knew this day would come. She just thanked Zee for letting her watch over him as he grows and thanked him for all the memories he shared with her. Wendy was happy that she got to spend plenty of time with him until the end of his time" 
 
"The forgotten mountain was enchanted and no one could go through...except those children who needed little Wendy, the young guardian of Orchid Garden" she finished with a sad smile on her face. 
 
She wasn't sure whether she would be glad that Zee ended up died. But she guessed that it wasn't an unfortunate death because in the end—Wendy forgave him and he died smiling in the hands of his friend. He must have died in relief and Wendy found it in herself to help those who needs her withut expecting anything in return. 
 
She stared at the last picture of the Majestic Tree where Wendy stood there glancing at the crystal blue sky. She slowly closed the book and stood up but as she did so, a picture fell out of the book. Her hands trembled when she picked it up because she saw that it was a picture of her and Han Yu Shou alongside four other child. "Yu Shou and me?" 
 
Hou Wei Yan felt her heart palpitate in nervousness before she flips the picture and a handwritten note which she read aloud. 
 
"Moron5 and Me?" she carefully read before she flipped it once more and carefully inspected the picture. All six of them had a huge smile on their faces but aside Han Yu Shou, she couldn't remember the others. ---This is certainly my hand writing. But I can't entirely remember who they are nor why I wrote this. 
 
"Who are they? They look familiar but I can't name them" she mumbled as she walked towards her bed and carefully thought back to her childhood. She liked playing around but she was mostly with her cousins, Xie Na and Han Yu Shou. The boys she knows when she was young was minimal because of her overprotective male cousins who always pounce at those trying to get close to her. So she wasn't sure how she's acquainted with them and more importantly—how did it ended up in the book in her husband's estate!? "Hmm?Why is this even here?"
 
She slowly looked out the window and suddenly remembered that her husband stayed in the Hou Estate during their wedding. ---If I remember, he stayed at my room after the wedding. Did he get it there? Do I even have this picture there? 
 
Before she could delve deeper in her thoughts, a knock was heard on the door causing her to abruptly hid the picture back in the book. "Young Lady, I brought the snacks" 
 
She walked back to the veranda and inserted the book in the other books in the table. "Come in, Uncle" 
 
Gu Man placed the generous amount of snacks in the table while Hou Wei Yan curiusly observed his movements. Unable to take it in, she decided to inquire and solve the mystery of the photo. "Uncle, did Grandfather give something to my husband?"
 
"By something, you mean gifts?" he asked curiously. Why would she suddenly ask?
 
"Mementos" she mumbled seriously. After mumbling this, Hou Tian Lang's smiling image suddenly crossed her mind making her flinch. Right, her grandfather is quite iconic with his weird obsession in showing off her childhood pictures. "Did he give something to my husband? Any of the sort?" 
 
Gu Man smiled when she said this before he chuckled in remembrance of Grand Elder Hou's strange obsession. "He gave Young Master some of your baby pictures. Why did you ask, Young Lady?"
 
"He likes doing...wait...he what!?" 
 
She looked at him, her mouth agape and her mind momentarily frozen. Gu Man chuckled at her reaction before he continued retelling what Grandfather Hou did after the wedding. "He gave some of your baby pictures to Young Master" 
 
Once she heard this, Hou Wei Yan face-palmed before she sighed. She should have already expected this considering how he always wanted to have a Grandson-in-law! "I look hideous when I was young. Why did he give it to my husband?"
 
"Young Master said you look adorable" Gu Man muttered honestly. His young master had a collection of her baby picture and it was all thanks to Hou Tian Lang's generosity. He treasures the album filled with Hou Wei Yan's baby pictures to a degree that he kept it tightly locked in a vault. 
 
"Did you see it too, Uncle?" she asked quite worriedly. Her Grandparents and her mother likes taking pictures of her when she was young. They captured different photographs in various angles and they all kept it even though it looked hideous in a certain angle. What if her grandfather ended up giving him the worst ones!?
 
"Grand Elder Hou proudly showed it to me" he replied with a smile. Noticing that her shoulders slumped in worry after hearing this, Gu Man patted her back. "Don't worry, Young Lady. You're indeed adorable when you were young" 
 
"But I will worry" she grumbled as she began thinking of the images that her husband probably possess. She often played in the mud and climbed trees, what if he received those instead of her decent ones while she was playing piano!? ---What will my husband really think of me? 
 
Noticing her little inner monologue, Gu Man it was better to leave her alone for the moment. He bowed down politely towards her before he slowly walked out of the room. "I will be leaving then" 
 
"Thank you, Uncle" she mumbled before the door closed and leaving her alone once more. Once Gu Man was out, she grabbed 'Cognizance of Time' before she pulled out the photo and took a picture of it. Once done, she returned it to its rightful place as she reread the storybook once more. 
 
.....
 
"Wei Wei!" a young voice called out making making her glance down from the tall tree situated in the middle of a flowery meadow. "Come down!"
 
She looked at the young child who looked like Zee from the storybook she read earlier. He was calling out her name so she wasn't sure if he was Zee or not. 
 
"Who are you!?" she tried to ask but no voice came out of her mouth. Instead, different words came flooding out and her voice sounded so young. "The sky is beautiful today as well! Why don't you join me up here?"
 
"If we both stay there, the tree would break" the young boy said seriousness in his face and voice.
 
The young her frowned at what he said and she could guess why. "But I'm not that fat"
 
"But I'm masculine!" the boy immediately replied making the young her chuckle at his response.
 
'Pfft' she let out before she slowly slide down the tree and approached the young boy who looked at her with surprise all over his face. "You're really something now" 
 
"You're handsome, intelligent, talented and masculine...Aren't you too perfect?" she mumbled as she walked closer and closer to him. The boy remained rooted on the ground while her young self smiled widely at his appearance. "Bro---" 
 
A sudden light blinded her sight before she could even hear the continuation of the child's name. As she opened her eyes, the sun greeted her warmly and reminded her that today is the fourth day of her husband's trip...and she's missing him badly. 
 

[Regal Family Series Book#1]

Hou Wei Yan had recently returned from States and the first thing she ever did was to work hard on the new hospital she was assigned. When she finally got a day off to return to her household, much to her horror, she was sold off by her own father to a wealthy man comparable to that of an emperor. In an instant, she was dragged by his men to sign their marriage contract. She had long accepted that such tragedy would come, but she never thought she would have a weird husband! He was set on on not showing his face and yet pampering her to no end!

It was a normal day, of my normal life in a modern world. I was plain old Mae Hayashi. I had green hair and red eyes, and I was the nerd of the class.

"Hmm... I'll probably just go to the library to check out the books." I thought in my mind. I had already finished my homework and I had nothing better to do. 

I was a HUGE fan of princesses. I wanted to be one, but I only got to this rich school by studying. I never lived a life of luxury.

"Hi Ms. Liliana," I greeted the librarian.  I see her a lot, so we know each other. I went over to the fantasy sectioned and saw a new book. It was a light green color, and had a picture if a girl who looked like me. The only difference was that one of her eyes was a dark blue while the other was red, like mine. 

I decided to open a page, but it was empty. I started feeling sleepy, and I knew that Ms. Liliana wouldn't mind if I fell asleep here.

Gosu took out a mini notebook that had red cover from his side pouch. It seems to be handmade as he browsed through the pages. Pointing his finger to one of the pages, he began to explain.

"The Inventor's Guild is the Kalderan Empire's official guild for research, development and innovation center!"

"There are around 10 lead innovators known as 'Proxima' and their current leader, Alphonse, is the Grand Proxima!" 

"Their range of work is to produce contraptions, which is made up of little things that work in tandem with each other to do one or many particular jobs at once! In terms, 'contraptions' is something similar to my Lord's 'machines'."

Showing his notebook to Theo, he gestured for the latter to come closer as the picture he draw is a little bit small.

"Here my Lord, take a look at these drawings that I made, these are some of their most groundbreaking contraptions that were renowned throughout the empire!" 

Theo leaned closer as he analyzed the detailed drawn picture with his fingers on his chin. Instead of drawings, this might even be suitable to be called as blueprints! He was amazed by the little details with side notes on them. Perhaps this Gosu fella is quite talented indeed.

After a series of flipping the pages, Theo's brows furrowed a little bit as he came to a rough understanding of what contraptions actually is. 

"These contraptions... It seems to be from the early days of human scientific innovation.." he remarked in his mind.

This is because what he could see is that there were presence of gears, shafts, axles, bearings, and mechanisms such as the belt lines to linkages. They are activated through the many traditional control components made up from a series of connecting levers. 

Although most of them requires manual labour through human or animal input to produce energy to work, there are some which harnesses the power of wind and hydro.

"Hmm.. this is interesting. But it still couldn't compare to my machines. After all, back in my world, these sorts of technology has been outdated for several centuries already!" said Theo casually.

Hearing this, the Village Head, the butler and Gosu gleamed with anticipation. After all, who wouldn't love advanced mechanism that could do wonders that people haven't thought of before? Gosu especially, was looking at Theo with awe and veneration!

His look was like that of viewing a treasure trove undiscovered for millennia. He was then immediately slapped on the back of his head with a loud 'pa' by the Village Head.

"You fool! Watch that face of yours! How shameless! Hmph!" reprimanded the Village Head.

"Eeeyy eeyyy what is wrong with you! You senile old man! Don't tell me that you don't get excited too with the things our Lord could take out from his world? Hmph! You are the shameless one!" replied Gosu with a cold harrumphed.

He thought how this old man was thoroughly acting like a good old fella. He had already caught a glimpse of that deranged smile on this old fool's face for awhile before disappearing in an instant when their Lord made the statement. Did he think the great observant eyes of Gosu would be fooled by his poor acting?

'Chak!' 'piuuuuuuu... Plop!'

The sounds of a walking stick that was thrown into the air and plunged into the nearby pond sounded. 

"YOU DAMNED YOUNG BRUTE! HOW DARE YOU DO THIS TO YOUR ELDERLY!" 

The Village Head was thoroughly incensed by this Gosu fella now. How dare he stole his walking cane stick and even had the guts to throw it far away! He needed to teach this young man a lesson!

Lifting up his right palm in front of him, the Village Head spoke a sentence:

"Fireball!"

ZOOSHHH! 

A goblet of flames flew through the air after it formed out of nothing in front of his palm in but an instant. 

PSSHHH!!

"HAHA! you senile old fool! You can't even aim properly! Your fireball spell is too slow!" Gosu jeered on the Village Head with his tongue sticking out.

"YOUU!! COME HERE THIS INSTANT!" 

....

As the Village Head and Gosu were busy in their shameful scuffle, Theo was abit dazed. His brains was mind-blowned as of right now.

"Magic! HAHA! I've witnessed real magic!"

Theo was thoroughly overjoyed right now. He knew that in this world there exist magic as the system has a description on it on some of his abilities. But looking at it the first time, he couldn't help but to feel agitated with happiness!

Everyone in his old world before were eager to use magic, but alas, everything was just a fantasy there. But now? Theo could experience what others could not! 

Coughing dryly, he threw a side glance towards his butler.

"Sebastian, does this village have a library where it contain books about spells and magic and how to use them?" Theo asked with a casual tone.

"No my Lord... But in my study rooms, I do have several spell books in my collection, although most of them are but low grade." pondered the butler before asking:

"Why do you ask my Lord?" seemingly curious. 

Based on his Lord's status, Sebastian had long made a conjecture that this Lord of his should have plenty of strong magic spell in his arsenal. Furthermore, His experience of the unlocking sounds of high tier seals in his head before by Theo had solidified that perception in his head to be as firm as a rock. 

Thus, he was puzzled as to why the Lord would suddenly be interested in magic spells before cooking some random wild thoughts.

"Its nothing, I just wanted to browse the level of this world's understanding in the field of magic. Looking through several spell books would do fine. Lead me to your collections now." replied Theo casually, seemingly to meant what he said.

In his mind, he was gleeing how this butler of his would give him free access to spell books for his system to copy and let him learn them. He was truly a genius. Or so he praised himself as.

Hearing this, the butler seemed to reach an epiphany that indeed what he thought was right. His Lord perhaps needed to analyze his magic skills and custom it a little bit to be similar to that of this world. Otherwise, he would get found out as someone from another world which might complicate things for various reasons.

The butler bowed as he lead the way, leaving the two fools alone in their petty struggles.

...

Theodore, your typical modern day boy who lived a frugal way of life, suddenly received a telephatic revelation from the deity 'Chronos' the keeper of Time and Space, to offer the chance of reliving a whole new life, where he could become a ruler, a soverign and finally, the sole monarch of the world called Regalia! In exchange, Theo must rise to power and solidifies his status quickly, before the invasion of the 'Demons' from the world of the void in the nearby future to consume all living beings! 

Join Theo in his quest and adventure (and antics), in a world setting mixed between medieval and magic to conquer lands with his given system by the deity! Game-like interface? Checked! Shop system to buy stuff out of the world's timeline? Checked! Granting numerous abilities to his subjects? Checked! 

He is destined to reign!

Tags: Transported to another world, Overpowered MC, Shameless MC, Ruler System, Medieval, Magic, Game Elements, Kingdom Building, Demons, Deities, Heavens, Just for Laugh, and all you could think off!

Cover made by Anjeeriku!

Su-hyuk Jang, a producer with five years of experience, clicked his tongue in disapproval the moment he stepped into the meeting room. "Jaehyung!" he yelled, turning towards the youngest producer in the team. "I told you so many times to get this place cleaned up before I get here! It's like a damn barn in here!"
"Oh, another team just got done with their meeting, so..."
"Hey. Kiddo. Didn't I tell you to just get moving and not give me stupid excuses? Getting into weird habits, aren't we?"

Jang raised his hand towards the young producer, who cowered in fear and quickly dropped his head.

"I'm so sorry, sir."
"Get on with it then! Chop chop, get this place cleaned up!"

Jaehyung scurried over to the meeting table, frantically getting rid of all the used cups and stray pens and markers rolling all over the place. As he watched the young man work, Jang muttered to himself, wholly dissatisfied. Such laziness, and from the newbie of all people! How was he supposed to trust this boy with running errands? Huffing and puffing, Jang took his seat at the head of the table, followed by three writers. They each sat in their respective seats, sharing nervous glances between each other.

"A-Anyway, Ms. Kim!" one of the writers spoke up, attempting to lighten the mood. "What happened with that tip from the other day?"
"Nayeon went to check it out. Go on, tell us."

Nayeon promptly arranged some pictures on the table and began to explain.

"Have you all heard about the "reading boy"? He went viral a few months ago, and you can definitely tell why. He has this sort of... other worldly feel to him."
"Hmm. I'm not familiar," said Jang, scratching his head as he scrutinized the pictures.
"Oh, he's so cute!"
"I've seen him!" exclaimed the young producer. "I remember thinking he was really good-looking. Weirdly so, to be honest. Still, you can't stop looking at him."
"Huh. He must be pretty famous, if even Jaehyung knows about him."
"Yes, actually. His pictures were trending on quite a few search engines at the time. Anyway, the tip was about him. Oh, I have a picture from when I went to talk to him!"

Nayeon quickly tapped her tablet screen, searching and searching, as the others continued to admire the pictures on the table.

"Wow, look at him. He seems pretty photogenic, yeah?"
"Definitely. Guaranteed views right there."


Found it! Nayeon held up her tablet triumphantly. "Here! He shot an ad!" The picture on the screen was of a young boy sitting at a desk, intently reading a book. It was an ad for the public library, yes, but a sort of picturesque fantasy feeling emanated from the picture despite the modern props.

"He's a model?"
"Not professionally, but the picture that went viral was taken in this library. So they took this as an opportunity to advertise the public library in time for the fall exhibit, and had him be their model."
"Okay, that's enough backstory." Jang sighed as he waved his hand dismissively. "Tell me about the tip."
"Oh, of course. I spoke with his homeroom teacher first, to confirm the tip, and she claims that he's not like the other kids. All the other teachers know about him, too, so he's pretty well known in school. He's really good at math, and he's started to learn physics. Alone."
"Alone? He's self-taught?"
"Yes. Just like our tip said, he doesn't receive tutoring at school or at the institute. Spends most of his time at the library. I spoke to the institute as well, and apparently he borrows books from the older kids and reads those all day. Of course, no private tutor. The kid confirmed this."
"Reads books, huh...? What about tests?"
"I went ahead with the interview before giving him the test papers, but honestly, it was pretty easy to tell he's different."

With that, Nayeon recalled yesterday's events at Inpyeong Elementary.

****

The two sat across from each other in the counseling room.

"Oh, it's warm here," noted Nayeon. "I'd heard that schools had good air conditioning now, but I didn't think it'd be this good."

Lucid stared at her blankly, which made her laugh a bit. "Don't worry, I'm just talking to myself. Should we start off with some questions? First things first, what's your name?"

He told her.

"Did your parents name you?"
"No. From my understanding, the chairman of the institute I'm staying at came up with it."
"Oh, really? Well. It suits you. Anyway, I heard you like reading. Is that true?"
"Hmm... Yes, I suppose you could say that." Lucid answered rather hesitantly.
"Could you elaborate?"
"I think it's more accurate to say that I like reading books to study."

Had she heard him correctly? She wasn't exactly sure. First of all, where the hell had that answer come from? And second of all...

"I'm sorry, but you are in the first grade, correct?"
"Yes."

That was answer enough, but Nayeon still had to stop herself from asking his age.

"Alright, then. Could you explain the difference to me?"
"I think that reading and reading to study have different objectives. When I first came to school, I read everything I could get my hands on, because I liked to read. I read biographies and textbooks on math, science, grammar. My goal back then was to immerse myself in the books and marvel at the ideas in them. But now, my goal is to study. I'm reading books so I can understand their content and gain more knowledge. So, since there are two different goals, I think they should be seen as two different things."

Nayeon thought (or rather, knew) that further interviewing would be rather pointless. If a first grader was able to convey his thoughts with such eloquence and sound logic, didn't that automatically qualify him as a genius? This wasn't just a tip. This was a huge scoop.

"Well then," she continued, "what books have you been reading recently?"
"Physics, mainly. I'd like to learn more about physical phenomena. But I found out that you need to know a lot of math to understand physics. So I've been reading math books, too, but I'm not that good at it, so the physics books make little sense to me."
"How far along are you with math?"
"Just the four arithmetic equations. I think I understand linear equations well enough."

Was he really a first grader? He sounded more like a middle schooler.

"A first grader who knows linear equations?" Jang asked, interrupting Nayeon's recollection. "Are you sure he's in elementary? Not middle school?"

Nayeon cringed internally at the realization that she and Jang had thought the same thing, but powered through to continue her explanation.

"Yes, sir, yes. Anyway, we don't need to have a long meeting about this. With his looks and his brains, he's going to be a huge hit! I know it."

Jang turned around to look at Wang, one of the writers.

"Do you have a story in mind?"
"First, we need more information on his school life. Or even his life at the institute," Wang answered, twirling a pen between her fingers. "We'll include some more interviews, get his IQ tested, and ask a science high school or even a university to collab and get a professional evaluation. That good?"
"He's even more stunning in person, I guarantee it." Nayeon chimed in. "He doesn't look wholly Korean, but it's not like he looks like a foreigner, either. It's weird, but it works. You take one look and you know he's objectively really good-looking. My point is, the story doesn't matter! His face alone could bring in so many views!"
"Nayeon, sweetie. I admire your confidence, but his face is something the camera crew will take care of. We're writers."
"I'm just saying. There's nothing wrong with having something pretty to look at."

Jang ignored this whole exchange, instead turning to the younger producer to relay directions.
"Jaehyung, get the cameras ready. Ms. Wang, I trust you to come up with a good storyline and a solid schedule. Get back to me with both."
"How long?"
"We're not sure this'll work, so 20 minutes for now."

And with that, the meeting was over. As they left the room, one of the writers, Yunseon Jo, approached Nayeon.

"Was he really all that?" she asked.
"Oh my God!" Nayeon shouted. "You have no idea! Like, so much better than any child actor I've ever seen! I literally had to stop myself from hugging him, it was insane!"
"Look at you. You're totally gone. I saw it coming, with you going on and on about his face instead of focusing on a story. Are you into kids?"
"Hey! That's going way too far! I'm just saying, his face keeps popping up in my head..."

Smack!

A loud noise rang through the hallway as Yunseon slapped Nayeon's arm.
"That! That's going to far! Watch what you say, Nayeon. That's honestly going into lovesickness territory."

Nayeon rubbed her arm gingerly, but still looked like she had more to say. Thankfully, Wang stepped in just in time to stop her.

"That's enough. The producer told you already, but I'll remind you just in case. We're writers. We come up with a story for the program. The camera works on the looks. Or do you want a transfer?"
"Ms. Wang! Aww, that's so mean! I was born to be a writer, you know that!"

Nayeon tried her best to escape her situation, using her status as the youngest writer to act cute and innocent. It didn't exactly work, per se, but Wang still found it endearing enough. She invited her juniors to dinner, and the three took the elevator down.

****


Lucid, having reached middle school level mathematics, had gotten a new idea during class a few days ago and was now attempting a new type of magic. He found that the best thing to come out of this whole "prodigy" ordeal was that none of the teachers scolded him for not paying attention in class.

"Kyung-ho," Hee Yeon warned,"pay attention, sweetie."
"But plaster face...!"

Indeed, "plaster face" wasn't paying attention at all, but before Kyung-ho could point that out, Hee Yeon sighed and warned him again.

"Kyung-ho! You know better than you talk back to your elders, don't you?"
"Yes..." said the boy, his voice barely a whisper.
"I'll let it slide just this once, because I know you're usually a very good students who listens to what 
I say. But it's just this once! Next time I catch you doing something else, you'll have to be punished. Is that clear?"
"Yes..."

Hee Yeon knew that she was being rather unfair, but she pushed her guilt aside. Even during the slight commotion, Lucid appeared to have been lost in his own thoughts, but Hee Yeon was actually quite grateful for this. Though it had only carried on for a short while, the other children all rather enjoyed watching their teacher become increasingly flustered at Lucid's incessant questions. It had been something of a game for them, and they had grown to look forward to Lucid asking questions, going as far as to persuade him to do so.

Thankfully, however, Lucid's interest had shifted to self-study (or so Hee Yeon firmly believed, as she didn't want to think that he was disappointed in her lack of knowledge), meaning he now spent the majority of his time pondering to himself or reading books. This meant that Hee Yeon could finally relax, with no need to be on constant guard for potential questions, and it was also why she left Lucid be in class.

During break, Lucid left the classroom and made his way down to the courtyard, which he had been staring at for the better portion of class. As it was, Myeong-su, from the classroom next door, had also come out to play. As excited as ever, he ran and ran, determined to make the most out of the ten minute break between classes.

"Oh hey, plaster face!" he called. "Aren't you cold?"

While Myeong-su was wearing a thick jacket, Lucid was only wearing a T-shirt.

"Oh, yeah. I'm fine." Lucid grinned.


<Clash (4)> End.

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

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

How will the boy try to survive?

What kind of life will the boy live?

A few more days had passes since then and me and my mystery guy are talking on the phone every night. We talk mostly about books and movies. I'm a movie lover and he obviously loves books.
So here I am , on a Saturday afternoon, in a library looking for a book about unsolved misteries and crimes, something like Sherlock Holmes but mixed with fantasy. 
When I told him what movie genres I love he suggested me a few books in the same genres. Of course , me being me, I refused to believe him that it's more fun reading. I actually replied to him "I prefer to spend 2 hours to watch a movie then an entire day to read a novel. I'm wasting too much time I don't have." I sad  to which he chuckled softly and than started to tell me about the plot and characters. I quickly interrupted him saying " What are you doing? No spoilers!!!!  You're killing all the excitement and fun like that!" I yelled in the phone annoyed at him.
"I taught you said you weren't interested." He said clearly amused.
"I'm not!" I replied shortly and then changed the subject because I knew I was gonna lose to him ...again.
After a short search in the Mystery/ Crime section of the library I found the book he told me about. Apparently it's a series consisting of 3 volumes , almost 600 pages each. My eyes wide and full of curiosity , I was debating if I should buy just one or all 3 of them. 
After a few minutes I acted on impulse and bought the whole series. 
I went to the cashier and paid for the books, put them in a bag and went home.
'Here goes my new pair of shoes.' I. cried silent tears on the way back doubting myself if I made a good or bad choice.
'Books over shoes. Shoes over books.....arghhh whatever. If I don't like them i'm gonna ask for a refund from that jerk!' 
I arrived home, put on my slippers, I made myself a cup of tea and sat on my sofa with one of the books in my right hand.  I started reading it and before I knew it I was hooked on it so bad that I didn't even realise that it was already late at night. My tea on the coffee table was barely touched and now cold. 
My stomach started to scream at me for not feeding myself for half a day so I got up went straight to the kitchen and made a sandwich with ham, cheese, a few slices of tomato and a little bit of mayonnaise. I sat on the stool at the dining table and started eating the sandwich. All throughout eating I was thinking abot the mystery novel and couldn't wait to go back and read some more.  By the time I was ready with the first volume it was already 3 am in the morning so I put it aside , and yawned all the way to the bedroom. 
The next day I did the same...nothing but reading late into the night hooked on the second and third volume, only stoping to eat twice when my stomach started swearing at me for not feeding myself properly.
Monday morning I woke up as usual at 7:30  barely able to open my eyes. I rushed into the bathroom to prepare myself for work but when I looked into the mirror I scared myself. Guess what? Yupp...panda eyes!  a little red and swollen like I haven't slept in ages.
Arghhh... I was so ready to put the blame on that jerk for my panda eyes. I wanted tot text him 'some' words but I stopped myself before touching the phone. 
'Don't be a crazy bitch.' I told myself. So I started preparing for work, got out of the apartment with my bag in my hand and a slice of toast bread in my mouth and headed to work..as usual.
Upon arrival I said 'hi' and waved at some colleagues. I got some odd and curious glances from them but I ignored it and went straight to my desk and prepared for work. 
3 minutes before 8. Hah...a new record. I smiled to myself happily.
As usual, Ryan places a cup of coffee in front of my face. 
'Ahh....sweet heaven.' I think to myself at the smell of coffe. I lift my head and prepare myself to give him my best smile as gratitude for bringing me coffee.
"Woooaa...." He exclaims, eyes open wide and takes two steps back.
" What happened to you?" He asks me staring straight into my eyes and examining them more than it's normal.
"Ahaha..." I give him a small smile and try to hide my eyes , suddenly feeling conscious of how I look.
'I knew I should've put on some make up before I left home.' I sigh to myself.
"That bad?" I ask instead of answering him.
"Uhm..." Ryan scratches the back of his head trying to find the right words. "Not that bad?" he answers more like a question.
'Look at him all flustered...pfftt.'
" Rough monday morning. You know i'm not fond of mondays."  I give him a slick smile not wanting to debate on it anymore.
Ryan quickly catches on and stopes asking questions.
"Okay... have a nice day." Waves and says 'bye' going back to his department.
By the time is lunch time i'm so tired that I barely keep my eyes open. I  go to the bathroom, splash some water on my face and stare in the mirror for a few second. I grab my phone and take a picture of my eyes, crop it so only my panda eyes are visible and sent it to my Mystery Guy along with a text : "this is all your fault." and put an angry emoji at the end.
Got no response so after having a big lunch I continue working like a zombie for the rest of the day until it's time to go home.
I'm barely trough the door when my phone starts ringing.
Ring ring ring.....

What happens when a wrong phone call leads you to meet your forever after?

Meet the story of Krista a young office worker and Andrew a young handsome man with a passion for books that changes her boring life into one full of love and excitement.

'The pebbles' were earning huge fame in the public.. Bella had published a novel too under Thompson publications.. And everything were a success.. Dona was highly appreciated and became famous worldwide.. Media crowded around their home and they became rich overnight..
Bella did not let these changes affect her. She remained the same and since nobody noticed her, she was left on her own. She had always loved this loneliness, it was her best companion..
Dona was not sure of her sudden fame. She was liking it though, people recognised her wherever she went and she felt like a celebrity. Everyone took an instant liking to her too since she was charming and talked pleasingly..
She avoided most of the discussions of the novel in the media as far as possible and eligently overturned the topic to something beautiful or attractive..
This way she escaped most of the suspicions and she stood as one among the top authors, the charming and gorgeous writer..!

Peter had always been a voracious reader and his writings too had a different style attracting the mass readers.. He was picky and he could easily pick out the classics.. He expected the writer of this novel to be someone exactly like him since her writings portrayed it all.. He had a picture of the girl already in mind and he was surprised when he saw a teenager enter into the garden where he had invited Dona Jacob.. She was not at all like whom he had expected.. She was too pretty for an author who wrote such a pain-filled book.. The girl immediately recognised him and approached him excitedly.. She shook his hand childishly blushing red.. She seemed just like the others in the crowd to him.. he sighed. He had felt a strange knot with those writings which had dragged him to meet this girl, but he was deeply disappointed. To add to his misery, this girl was bragging non stop..
" Hi Mr Robinson.. !! I am a great fan of yours.. " she started, blushing still more..
" I have seen most of your interviews.. you are gorgeous in everything.. I was shocked when you called to meet me.. Should we have something to eat?.. My stomach is grumbling with hunger.. Wow! Your watch looks awesome, it should be really expensive.. It looks like an antique.."
He looked at his recently repaired watch.. The stones still looks a little misplaced but he still preferred to wear it.. The picture of that short haired girl flashed across his eye, he remembered her whenever he saw his watch, now he could control his anger at her after he had had his revenge. He never saw her after that even though he remembered the touch of her extremely light body, he had felt her floating in his arms when he had lifted her.. He knew from those eyes that she had been starving. He shook off his eyes away from the watch and faked a smile on the girl in front of her.. She had been talking to him for a long time now and he was barely hearing any of it.. 
He noticed sadly that this author girl neither mentioned about his books nor about hers in their entire conversation.. It was hard for him to picturise her as an author, she looked like a school girl who had just met her idol in her fantasy world..

He bid the girl farewell as soon as he could and left back to his home.. Even though he was top in his industry, he still had tough competitions.. He was rarely getting good works to be published for his company and he had reached his saturation with his kind of stories, with which he himself was starting to get bored.. He had strangely felt a new drive towards the work of this new author and had thought of signing her, or of buying the Thompsons.. Nothing was out of his reach.. But he really doubted her potential after their first meet...
Today, Peter drove straight to his mansion. It was rather like a palace.. He had build it five years before when his career had begun to flourish.. It was not inherited from the Robinson's,… it was something he owned from his hard earned money.. It was an old house surrounded on all sides with thick wood at the time he bought it.. He destroyed the old house to build the most magnificent building.. He rarely came there though, only when he becomes too happy or too sad or the times he needed some peace to read or write...
Today Peter was having a mixture of emotions.. And he was confused.. He went to his library.. It was one amongst the largest library with richest collections.. He had specially designed it in his home and was build completely of wood and antiques. A chimney burnt aside the huge cushioned chair which was carved in stones and were rocking in the breeze… He had opened the glass wall before the library that opened to view the seashore on one side and a beautiful garden on the other... He had not paid much attention to improve the surroundings of his house since he rarely visited there, but absorbed it's beauty through this window whenever he came over.. The garden below too was covered with wild shrubs and trees but still looked beautiful and radiant.. Climbing through the spiral stairs to reach the middle rack, he randomly chose a few books.. He had filled this rack in the past with the books that contained the most exquisite form of writings that had greatly inspired him.
Sitting on the rocking chair he went through the titles.. Suddenly his gaze struck on an old binded book.. It was a book written around twenty years ago.. He remembered reading it a few years before, when he had bought it at a bookstore.

The unfinished novel series that caught the heart of millions in the past ten years.. 

The marvelous book of an unknown author..

The name of the author was still a mistory.. The whole writing world was in hunt of this hidden writer who had suddenly stopped publishing his novel series.. The last chapter that remained unwritten haunted the readers and every effort to find the author remained fruitless till now..
Even though many had falsely tried to own the author title of the book, nobody was able to produce the original manuscript with the most sought out climax.. No one could imitate this fine author's writings..!..
Peter went through the pages of the book.. He was drawn in deeply by the exceptional work.. He felt a similar pain in this author's writing too, like that he saw in Ms Dona's novel.. and he felt it as a strange coincidence..
As he stopped at the last page, he felt himself greatly at a huge loss unable to read the climax... Like the million readers out there, he once again felt addicted to this particular book .. He read it again and again until he dozed off into the dark night..

Isabella Lawrence, a deaf and mute girl born with misfortunes right from her birth.. A bad omen.. that's what everyone called her..lost her parents on the day of her birth and ended up living with her aunt who hates her..
Her life takes a U turn when a rich and rude young man enters her life making her life more miserable.. But sending in her a shiver of love...
And how does Bella solve her father's mystery..!!
Let's walk into Bella's world...a mixture of adventure .. hatred and a silent love..❤

My name is Slate. It use to be something else but that person is no longer alive. He lived his life fighting for every second he could. He was the toughest weakling to ever live. His body was not compatible with living but he didnt know how to quit. 
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From the many different medications that were akin to poison that kept him alive to the medical practices that were designed to help him win his fight against nature... his life couldn't get much worse. He did have a few good points in his life though. His father was never in the picture but his mother and her family were saints. He bad 2 younger brothers who were perfectly healthy. He was a huge fan of reading fictional books and some good Ero novels... if you know what i mean...
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But best of all... he loved playing Video Games. He may have been the worst shot in ANY first person shooters and had little to no skill in fighting or racing games. There was, however, onr type of game that he was unable to lose in. Grinding RPGs. If you had to spend time building up your character to kill a boss... he would spend hours doing just that so when he faced the boss... he would take a massive dump on them. 
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- Facing the Elite 4? 6 LVL 100s
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- KH (ANYTHING) combat lvl recomendation 40? Character LVL 99
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- Assassins Creed Main Story? Finish all side quests and max out weapons and pouches first.
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The same can be said for each and every Final Fantasy game he had ever played. He was a firm believer that "Overkill was the best kill". 
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After 25 years of consistently fighting for his life... his fight ended. To be honest... his family and doctors were glad he wasnt suffering any longer. He had spent a total of 93 days outside a hospital in his life. 15 days were when he would have his birthday at his mothers house with his brothers and family, Thanksgiving and Christmas, plus 2 more days for when his brothers graduated from high school. Any extra days were random special occasions like a family wedding or baby shower. His family was his world. If he had one regret... it would have been that he didnt have a family of his own. He wanted kids but couldnt bare the thought of having one go through his physical ordeal. He looked into adoption but was rejected due to his age and health. 
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He was found dead in his bed on a friday morning. He had his phone in his hand when the nurse walked in to wake him up. after yelling for help, she started preforming CPR but knew that it was too late due to his body temperature. 
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His mother was devastated. His brothers flew in from the army bases they were stationed in for the funeral. They were heart broken for a few weeks until his cellphone alarm sounded. The noise starlted the trio. His mom kept his phone charged but couldnt unlock it because she didnt know the code. after looking at the screen, she yelled for both her sons to come to look at the screen. The two brothers started ugly laughing as tears streamed down their faces. the screen read:
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"I cant aim for shit and my punches cant break toilet paper... finish my saying"
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brothers: "But my grind game is godlike"
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The cellphone unlocked and started playing a message from him.
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:Hey Mom and bros. If your hearing this... then Im no longer here. Before we get to the sappy stuff, make sure my phone is still hooked up to a charger mom. It will die before i finish if it isnt. Also, everyone, get paper and pen to write down instructions. Ill wait here. 
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:Ok, now that thats out of the way, I did not know i was going to die about 3 weeks ago. I have been redoing this video weekly for 10 years straight. The riddle with my saying would only show up if my phone hadent been unlocked in 2 weeks after a missed update of this video. I knew you would keep my phone on and that my ____ and ____ would know the rest of my saying. I have 3 things to say to you all... Thank you. You 3 never gave up on me so i never gave up on myself. I fully intended to get better and live till i got old but I guess it didnt turn out the way i planned. I can only say that i tried my best. I have a few gifts before I go though. 
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First to my little brother... go into my room in moms house and open my Final Fantasy 13 complete collection. You will find a debt card, a letter and a key. Go to my bank and read the card. Thats for medical school. Your welcome. 
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Now for my baby brother, go to my laptop and put your social security number as its password. Look up my stock shares. I know you want to go into business after the army. Thats for when your 21. Good luck buddy. Your welcome.
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"How" is most likely going through your mind. Well I was a pro game tester for 10ish years, streamer and movie critic. All my money was split into 4. Half went to a stock trader and savings, the other half went to medical bills insurance didnt cover and a retirement saving for you mom. Any money I earned or was given was saved. Go live your lives. Enjoy life enough for my share. Oh, keep my FF collection safe or I will haunt your nightmares. ill be watching. Love you. #GodOfGrind 😁
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:Oh mom, my phone pass code is the days your sons were born in order. "230422" look in the Gallery. 
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His phone turned off and restarted. After she put the code in, she looked in the Gallery and started crying ugly. the gallery had every picture of him in it. from the first birthday till the last, from him fooling around with his brothers to his first beer, from his first steps till the last time he said "i love you mom, goodnight" 
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The 3 of them just cried and talked about him for a day or so. 
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Years Later
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Both brothers are successful and have familys. His mom retired early and traveled the world. She found her soon to be husband in Italy and lived a full life. 
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WHEN ONE DOOR CLOSES... another opens
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Looking around this huge empty room makes me feel tiny. The ground is kind of soft and i cant see more then 20 feet infront of me. Anything further is dark.
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Slate: Huh? where the hell am I? What is this soft ground in standing on?
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I reach down to poke the floor only to realize that I cant see my hands... or feet for that matter. Needless to say... I start freaking out and yelling like a mad man. Bite me, im only human.
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Slate: AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH WHERE THE HELL IS MY BODY!!? IM A FLOATING BLOB WITH A MOUTH!! HOW AM I IN HELL? I HARDLY DID ANYTHING BAD IN MY LIFE... Err does watching porn count as a sin? If it does... ok. I can see why my final resting place is here. I deserve this.
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???: You most certainly do.
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DAFUK?

I am not a hero. I am not a villain. I just want to survive and thrive. 

How will i do this? No flipping clue... 

I was born into my original world fighting for my life from the beginning. I continued fighting but i finally lost the battle at 25. Most of my life i spent in a hospital room so almost all my free time was spent playing games or reading. 

My favorite games were the Final Fantasys. 

My life got more intriguing when I was told by The FF God Bahamut that I was to be reborn in the world where every FF game takes its inspirations from. The Uni-Inverse Realm of Fantasy Zero. Before Being Reborn though... I had a few Gifts from the different gods. 

This is where I will Thrive.

I dont own ANY FF characters that might show up. They belong to Square Enix and the other Various Devlopers.

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