"Finally!" The boy shouted as he picked his bow. He had been slaving at the old butcher's shop for months so that he could scrape enough money together to buy a bow and some arrows, now he had. 

All around, he had been telling everyone about his crazy plan to become a mercenary, one who uses a bow. Many of the folks listening to the child were used to this. He was quite outspoken about his dream, which always solicited a laugh from his listeners. 

Many who knew him found him to be quite a likable kid, despite his background. He never seemed to let anything sully his spirits. The old butcher had a special liking for him, hardworking and honest, he never had a cause to complain. The boy would promise to bring him some game once he learned how to hunt, and the old butcher bore no doubt about that. 

"Don't get lost out there." The old butcher shouted. Now that the day had finally come, the boy didn't seem to hear what he'd said. With a sigh, the butcher understood what was going through the boy's head. 

Hours later, the boy returned, his countenance had fallen. He looked defeated. The unbridled joy that had been beaming off his face was all but extinguished. He then came to the old butcher in tears saying, "I am sorry Uncle Tima, I could shoot down any game."

"Don't worry old boy, you just need some training, you'll be taking them down in no time." Chuckling, the butcher took the time to comfort the boy, make him feel safe and okay. 

"Who will train me then?" The boy was uncomfortable it seemed. 

"Let's make a deal," The old butcher said, "If you want me to train you, then we have to make a deal. You will learn both archery and both reading and writing."

Up till this moment, Chege had never seen much point in education. To him, reading and writing was something the rich kids did, a privilege that he was not privy to. Yet here it was being offered to him. He felt like a different world was being opened up for him. It was only after he started reading that he understood what a toll it took on someone, and within no time, he was like every other student. 

Now Chege found himself remembering that kind old man. It was because of him that Chege could make sense of what he was seeing. 

Standing at the entrance, Chege couldn't begin to wrap his head around what he was seeing. All over the hall were scrolls. Like any grand library, it was littered with scrolls all over. The entire structure expanded to a space of about 300 meters deep underground. Its width was up to 100 meters, and there were about 10 rows with about 5 racks worth of scroll. Just looking at them, Chege was blown away. 

"Welcome to the great library." High priestess Menza was more fluent in the god language than Oyoo, so she spoke something close to what Chege could understand. It wasn't very accurate, and it came out formal and strained, but communication was achieved.

Chege wasn't even paying attention as he made his way in the hall. He reached out to one of the scrolls and unfurled it. To his pleasant surprise, he could read it. These scrolls had all been written in his language. 

Reaching out to another, he found that his assumption was wrong. Some scrolls he could understand, others he did not. This was a treasure trove that Chege had not hoped to find, such a boon. 

Over the next few days, life seemed to have established a rhythm, a sense of normalcy. The mayi were engrossed in community building activities, making the shelter habitable. Despite it being underground, it was shaping up to be quite beautiful, especially with the luminescent green stalactites that lit up the underground like street lights. 

There was food, shelter, and security. Everyone felt content and hopeful of the future, the sullen mood having dissipated. 

On his part, Chege also got into a routine. He would rise early and go to the library, where he spent most of his time. When he got bored, he would have a chat with Oyoo, or the high priestess if she was available. Every so often, he would visit his captives and try to make conversation with them.

Dr. Hanni was like a kid in a mall. He couldn't get enough of the creatures. As someone who had dedicated his life to the study of the extra-terrestrial, he loved every moment of it. Contrary to his companion, who was perpetually in a sullen mood, Dr. Hanni took this as a learning experience. 

He could remember discussions about venturing into the wild and co-existing with the aliens to get a better understanding of them, but that had remained a pipe dream. No one wanted to throw their lives aimlessly, so it was never done. Now he had a front-row seat, and though his life was forfeit, he was a glass-half-full kind of guy.

Due to Doctor Hanni's excitement, he, together with Chege, had begun forming a mode of communication. More than just signs, a form of a language was being formed. It was still a long way from being anything concrete, but so far, things were looking up. 

There were all kinds of scrolls. Some were informative, others being biographies. Some works were fiction while others were non-fiction, historical or educative. There were even those that Chege could understand the words but not the context. Yet these were the readable ones. Over time, some had disintegrated so severely they couldn't be perused, let alone read. 

The early days were spent with Chege trying to familiarize himself with the scrolls. He sorted them in sections. He then dove into the history books. He wanted some answers over where he was and how he ended up here, and more importantly, how to go back home. 

After several days of seeking out any information, Chege hadn't made any progress on this front. Though he desperately wished for these answers, they weren't so forthcoming. However, there were a few boons obtained.

All his life, Chege had never been a scholar. As such, reading was not his cup of tea, and for the most part, he had to struggle to finish reading a letter. Yet now as he was reading the scrolls, he realized that not only was reading much easier than he remembered, but he also didn't even have to struggle to get the meaning behind the text. Could his intelligence have been improved along with everything else? Chege wondered. It was a reasonable assumption, one made by a very smart mind. 

One fateful afternoon, Chege had reached out his hand and started studying the educative text out of frustration. As he perused its pages, he found himself enjoying the text and the words in it. Try as he might, Chege couldn't put down the scroll until he was done. Even after, he found himself wanting to reread so that he may understand better. 

The book he'd picked up was about the Fire Element. It touched on the basics of casting a fireball by manipulating Fire Elementary particles. The concept seemed simple enough, save for one hitch. One had to have some affinity to the Fire Element.

Most of what was in the text Chege didn't understand, as it was not for beginners. He didn't even know what Mana was, but based on what the book described, he could make out a few things about it. 

Firstly, Mana was the force or power behind magic powers. It was clear that for one to cast a spell they needed to gather mana around themselves. It seemed as though mana was the medium in which magic was cast, just like swimming is done in water. 

However, to manipulate mana, one needed ona. Ona was the measure of one's internal power. Ona was to magic what speed was to haste. To perform a spell, one needed to release internal energy(ona) to interact and manipulate the external medium(mana). 

The more that Chege read, the more he desired to perform the spell. While the library was quiet, Chege decided against practicing in there. If anything went wrong, there wasn't any other place he could obtain the scrolls, hence he sneaked out. 

This was the first time Chege would leave the cave after so many days had passed, and boy was he looking forward to seeing sunlight. Not that he was restricted, but he had gotten lost a couple of times trying to find his way, and he didn't know his way. He eventually had to call Oyoo to act as a guide, but he did well to hide the scroll. The matriarch had insisted that no scrolls would leave the library. 

Finally, Chege was outside and a good distance away from anything delicate, other than Oyoo of course. He then sat down and closed his eyes. 

Before a mage could cast a spell, they needed to understand and interact with mana, and that was what Chege did. He used his ona to reach out and feel the mana around him. It felt like a warm breeze, only it encompassed all of him. He could feel its fluctuations, and he even trying releasing his power into the environment. It felt like a stirring of some water, or more like a magnet, drawing all mana to himself.  

Taking a deep breath, Chege lifted his palm and aimed at a tree. Following the explanations and examples illustrated on the scroll, he was able to start the process, but he wasn't sure if he had the Fire Element affinity. If he didn't, then he was doing little more than waving at a tree. 

However, the moment he released his power, he felt his hand heating up. It did not pain or ache, but he could feel his body being excited, particularly around his arms. More importantly, he felt a strange power build up within him, rising to a crescendo. He did his best to understand what was happening, but he had too little information. Right now, he was just following instincts.

The power building within him felt wonderful, almost like an orgasm. Many mages had recorded that performing magic consciously for the first always felt awesome. As time went by, it wasn't the pleasure that deteriorated, but the drive for power that overtook this pleasure. Many lamented over that, all the while enjoying the power magic commanded.

The ona build up in his body fused with the ambient mana to bring about immense power. Chege almost stopped, but he found that he couldn't. 

A small flame was formed at the edge of his palm, but it continued growing. Bigger and bigger it got, showing no signs of stopping. By now, it was the size of a ping pong ball, but it continued growing. Faster and faster it grew. Beyond the size of a basketball, it still did not stop. 

Oyoo stared in surprise as a fireball with a diameter of about 2 meters was formed. She wanted to flee, but the power behind the flames was so intimidating she felt powerless to move. When Chege opened his eyes, they were blazing as the fire element flowed within him. 

In a single breath, he released the ball of fire, sending it towards the forest at an unimaginable speed. It incinerated everything in its path as it made its way towards its target. 

Boom!

The ball of fire was like a missile, destroying a major portion of the forest. Dust, smoke, and ash rocked the entire valley. Any nearby mayi folk ran to the shelters, scared for their lives. The ensuing explosion created a massive crater.

On a spaceship orbiting around the planet, the instruments picked up a massive heatwave. It only appeared for a moment, and when they turned their cameras to investigate, all they found was a crater. 

"Alert ground troops, we might have the current location of the creatures."

It was just another rite of passage, a ritual in the community that all males had to go through when they reached adulthood. It signified that the boy had become a man, a recognized adult in the community. 

To Chege, this was going to be his moment. He would finally escape his reality as a boy with no background and become a man. He planned to finally rise above his station in life, and this journey that he had to make held the key. 

However, he ends up in a mysterious new place without even understanding how he got there, or even how to move from there. Despite all this, he is determined to not only survive but to thrive in this new world he finds himself in. 

Little did he know that he would get caught up in an ancient prophecy, one that would lead to a massive change in the entire world, and even touch the galaxies.

Alone and surrounded, the young man must follow his destiny or be swallowed by it. Will he make it back home to the life he once knew?

I publish every day at 2300Hr China Standard Time (GMT+8).

Some argue that various works by authors that do not meet the requirement of fine grammar and spelling are rubbish. Here, each person has his own opinion, and let him stick to it and impose his opinion on others as the ultimate truth, it speaks only of ignorance of life. It is diverse.

Is the work of authors with poor grammar garbage? In my opinion, no. Each author tells his story, passed through his worldview, attitude, understanding of life, his experience and thoughts about the world. It's always interesting for me to read this personally.

I'm a bibliophile, I read a lot of classic works of art, Tomass and Gernih Mana, Feuchtwanger, Mark Twain, Stvenson, Romain Roland, Galsworthy, Tolstoy and all his volumes and there are about 19 of them! I didn't read Dostoevsky, I didn't like him. But Azek Azimov, Ursuda Le Guin, Tolkien, Kipling, Conandoyle, Louis Besenar and others I read with pleasure. Li Bo, the poetry is gorgeous. Novels of feudal and late feudal China, Japan, Korea. Novels and novels by Chinese prose writers of the early 20s and 80-90s of the 20th century.

In general, I read about 10,000 books. Fiction, fantasy, poetry, historical novels, ballads, myths and legends.

After that I became interested in reading historical documentaries - about the history of the Silk Road, Archeology, History, Ethnography, Etymology, the Big Game, the story of the confrontation of imperial intelligence in the vast regions of the Silk Road.

I read about 550 books, from the 16th to the beginning of the 21st century.

I have some kind of base for evaluating short stories and novels.

Sometimes works written flawlessly in terms of grammar, alas ... they are completely devoid of meaning, they are not interesting, they do not have fascinating stories, conclusions, experience, thoughts. But work with poor grammar, on the contrary, have unique information. Of course, not all works, but there are some.

Therefore, when assessing the creativity of another person, the author, being so categorical in evaluations, says only that you have a maximalist who still knows life poorly. This is the right of choice, each person, and to impose a choice on another according to my preferences, I consider this not comme il faut. Well, here everyone has a point of view.

In fact, this is an eternal question - what is more important? Beautiful text form or good content? Bestsellers are those works that combine good text and good content.

I am the author myself. But not a professional writer, but a techie. I don't know much about composition, about the intricacies of writing good text. But I have a very interesting content. Is my story garbage? I do not think so? Do I respect the reader? Sure. But writing is better so far I can't. Nevertheless, I have my own circle - readers who are interested in my work. There are not hundreds or thousands of people, but a couple of dozen will be typed.

I write in the genre - a documentary historical fiction, there are many interesting facts about the Silk Road with which I wanted to share. If I were waiting for the moment when I could write well in terms of English grammar ... I would not be able to share it now ... maybe in a couple of years ... and still I would not be able to write like this they write - people from English-speaking countries. This is a favorite topic of native speakers to reproach those who learn this language in their ignorance of the intricacies of the language they learn, grammar and spelling errors ... As we say, the dog barks, the caravan goes on. That happens.

English is the world language of communication. Moreover, for me it is the third language. I speak English well, but my grammar is lame. I admit it. Yes, I need to teach her, but I don't think I can write in perfect English.

The overall result - write as you can, share your thoughts, in the era of information, the content itself is important and not its form. One way or another, it can help others, they can come to a new thought and write a story about your topic that you would like to read yourself!


As they say in the East - do good and throw it into the water, a person will not know, the fish will know!

Peace and prosperity!

Thoughts of why and why stories are written.

All the same English, he has not improved in 18 days.

I'll figure something out, try to correct the text.

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This is a work of art. Any resemblance to real people or real events is purely coincidental.

While this fiction contains forms of hate speech and bigotry I do not nor will ever endorse such behaviors in any shape or form. This is a fiction taking place in a dystopia and the disgusting rhetoric is purely characterization and not my personal philosophy. I was myself a victim of hate-crimes and will always do my best to fight against such damaging actions and ideas. Due to these hate-crimes and harassment, while young I developed complex PTSD, this book is partly a way for me to exorcise my own demons. Keep in mind that I might have long periods of inactivity as a writer due to crippling anxiety. I will do my best to give you what I can but I won't jeopardize my health just for your entertainment. I'm sorry this is the case but I can't write anything when I'm in bad shape anyway so... irregularity or abandonment of a 10 years+ project. Finally, I'm not a native English speaker as you'll figure out soon, I do my best, but I don't have money to get someone to edit this book. I can only count on you guys to raise red flags as you see them. Alright, I won't fuss anymore, I wish you good reading and a great fucking day (just kidding). Oh, right, forgot to say, for an easier read, only text between "  " is said verbally, the rest is either narration or dialogue and thoughts exchanged between Kate and her brain implant.

2112, humanity has gone to shit for a few decades... you know, shit like broken glass dildo in the ass kind'a shit. The corpo offered our parents an escape, Paradise as they called it, a city on the Moon, far from the rot and decay on Earth. They promised safety, food, a roof (domes in this case) an island of order in a mad world. Turned out the order they had in mind was indented servitude.

In this Hellhole on the Moon called a city, I survived (mostly) as a bounty hunter for the big wigs. Not as if I have much uv'a choice on the matter... a girl gotta get her daily nutrishake y'know?

[You have died! New Game+?]
[ ]Yes
[ ]No
I stared at the floating text in front of me, my mind unable to comprehend the fact the I died. 
I didn't expect it. I was young, I just graduated from college and I had many dreams I wanted to achieve, to have my own house, car, a loving wife... It was laughable that all of those vanish in the blink of an eye.
Heck I didn't even know how I died.
I sighed. 
I turned my attention back to the floating text in front. Something I didn't thought was possible.
By the sound of this, I have a chance of doing it all over again.
I was excited. This kind of situation, while experiencing it firsthand, was not completely unfamiliar to me. 
I raised my hand over the YES for a second before...
[x]Yes
[Initializing...]
[....Starting New Game+]
[Activating Essence Meta Update....]
[...]
[World Selection]
[ ]Parallel
You will awaken in a world similar to your own, only with a few very solid differences. It could be that the the German won the world war, or the Industrial Revolution was postponed for a century. The choices are yours to make. Whatever the case may be, nothing will be the way you remember it.
[ ]Fiction
You will find yourself transported to any fictional world you know, with all the dangers and excitement it may entail. The world is chosen at random, but it will be one you will be familiar of. By choosing this option grants you the option to be reincarnated as an existing character in that world, you can choose to be Naruto itself should you find yourself in that particular world.
[ ]Custom
Choose from many customizations to make a brand new world to play in.
Without hesitation, I chose 'Fiction' option. I was a big fan of fanfiction, especially the self-insert genre that was so popular to fanfiction readers...
[Selecting World.....Please wait...]
[...]
I saw a list of titles roll down too fast for me to read all of them, with only a few that caught my eye. Such as Naruto, Harry Potter, Marvel. It took a few second before it slowed down until there was only a single title left.
[One Piece Universe]
I was conflicted. It was my favorite anime, in my previous life, I always fantasized being transported to this universe, and being with the Strawhats, yet now I realized how foolish that was. It was a world full of monsters and beings that could kill me in a blink of an eye. A world where violence reigns supreme.
I just sighed, hoping I would be given a rather decent cheat, that will allow me to survive in this world.
[Character Creation]
[Sex]
[ ]Male
[ ]Female
[ ]Genderless
[ ]Best of Both Worlds
I was intrigued at the fourth option. Truthfully I almost chose it for curiosity's sake, but I was glad I was able to hold myself back.
Wasting no time, I focused on the male option.
[x] Male
[...]
[Essence Selection]
You have been awarded Four Essence points based on your performance of your previous game. Each Essence grants you several boons unless specified otherwise. Each essence may only be taken once and cost a single point bar a few exceptions.
[ ] Essence of the King
[ ] Essence of the Archmage
[ ] Essence of the Binder
[ ] Essence of the Heavenly Dragon Emperor
[ ] Essence of the Empowering charges
[ ] Essence of the Tree of Knowledge
[ ] Essence of the Infinite Treasury
[ ] Essence of the ...
The number of essences exceed a hundred with each of them having several boons, such as perfect memory. There are some that are really overpowered such as the World Eater, which can grant me Galactus power and The Throne which can grant me omnipotence and omniscience, Unfortunately they are grayed out which only means two things.
Either they cost more than four points or they are forbidden, meh... its not like I'll take them I want to be overpowered but not that kind of overpowered.
Besides I already made my choice.
[ ]Essence of the Empowering Charges
[ ]Essence of the Self
[ ]Essence of the Blank
[ ]Essence of the Grandline
The reason for why I chose the first three essence was to grant myself and my followers the ability to grow endlessly without limit and I might also need to, as I may travel to different universe in th e near future, while for the last one there's no particular reason, except for its versatility... Well I also wanted to see the faces of the inhabitants their as I use their devil fruit without any disadvantages.
Anyways, I hovered over my choices once more before allowing it to be accepted.
[Character Creation Complete]
[Starting New Game+...]
Then the scenery changed and before I could realize that, I was falling.

A guy died and was given the chance to start a new life with various boons at his disposal.

The Scion Corporation has made quite an impression on Japan in the last few months. Its creation has been the result of the biggest merger of the year, spearheaded by none other than Leiko Tanaka.
Daughter of the late Daichi Tanaka, pioneer of consumer electronics rumored to be heavily involved in organized crime, Leiko has turned hostile takeovers into a brutal art form.
When she enters the main R&D lab, a dozen of the most highly paid scientists on the planet bow respectfully. They wonder about the wooden box she's carrying around, but don't dare say a word to her. They know what happens to those who disrespect any member of the Tanaka family, after all.
She barely acknowledges their presence. Her eyes are only for the centerpiece of the laboratory, protected by thick bulletproof glass and surrounded by very expensive sensors.
It's a vase. Specifically, a Greek amphora.
<Report> she orders. One of the scientists answers:
<We have not been able to determine its age, ma'am. The circuitry inside the vase extends to microscopic scale; it would take a lifetime to understand what it is, but it is definitely far older than ancient Greece.>
<Is it working?>
<It causes radio interference at short distance, but we're not sure why. It's not emitting radio waves.>
<That would be all. Now leave, all of you.>
The scientists are perplexed for a moment, but exit the room one by one. Leiko watches their reflections on the glass.
Only after everyone has left, she opens the box. A metallic sphere rises into the air, speaking with a deep voice.
<Such primitive technology. You might as well throw rocks at it> the Core says.
<You helped me find it. I assume this is Drylon technology?>
<Hardly. A cheap Olympian copy, but still superior to your pitiful instruments.>
<Then you certainly know how to activate it.>
<Of course. The device is causing interference because it is waiting for a signal. I have already deciphered what it wants to hear.>
<Wait. The vase depicts the story of Pandora. If the Olympians made this, it must have been some sort of warning from them.>
<Impressive. You almost come close to redeeming the intellectual abilities of your species. Have you suddenly developed their affinity with childish fears as well?>
<Don't patronize me, Core. There are two pieces of Drylon technology on Earth. The Many know one is in New York City; it won't be long before they find you too.>
<Wisely said. Then, shall I say the word to activate the device?>
<Yes. It's time to open the box.>
<Very well. Καταπορεύομαι.>
he Core's voice is not only sound: it also transmitted a very specific radio signal. The vase glows brightly before shattering into millions of pieces.

Every computer screen in the building goes blank, then shows a wall of text. A single word repeated over and over again: Καταπορεύομαι.
It's only the beginning. In less than a second, every single screen in Tokyo shows the same wall of text. The wall of text spreads everywhere: every computer and TV screen fills with endless repetitions of Καταπορεύομαι. A second later, the same thing is happening in all of Japan.
Every single cellphone sends and receives thousands of messages with only one word: Καταπορεύομαι. Every single email account does the same.
Then the phenomenon reaches South Korea. China. Russia. India. Half of the planet's communications have been taken over by a single word in less than five seconds, and it doesn't seem to slow down.

Chicago, Illinois
Kayla Black is watching the news in her apartment. The reporter is talking over images of a man walking outside of a building, with his hands raised.
<I'm speaking with Mayor Corgain who, along with six people from his staff, was held hostage by a man identified as John Rhoades for over an hour. Our cameras caught Rhoades surrendering himself to the police. Mayor Corgain, what happened before this unexpected surrender?>
<I still can't believe what I saw. A man appeared out of thin air in my office. Rhoades tried to shoot him, but his gun just…just melted.>
<What do you mean with "melted"?>
<It glowed red for a second and Rhoades let it fall to the ground. Now it's just a puddle of metal…like someone microwaved it.>
<Did you recognize this man?>
<He was wearing some sort of mask. Rhoades bailed out screaming, and this man…the masked man asked us if anyone was injured, then he just vanished. Just like that, in the blink of an eye. Most unbelievable thing I've ever seen.>
Kayla is feeling a migraine coming up. This is the third time in a week: as soon as some crime or crisis is shown on TV, a masked man appears out of nowhere and fixes everything.
The same man has appeared behind the couch, asking:
<Did they get to the final answer yet?>
<AAH! Don't…DO that thing, Max! Ever heard of knocking!?>
<Too slow. What are you doing watching the news? This is Nori's big night!>
Max waves at the TV screen, changing the channel without the need of a remote.
<Good, they're still on commercials.>
<Max, that stunt you pulled in the Mayor's office was reckless. What if that Rhoades guy shot you before you could…could…what did you did to him, anyway?>
<I turned my hand into microwaves and disarmed him. Nobody got hurt and nobody recognized me; what's wrong with that? You're a security guard, you do dangerous stuff all the time.>
<Yeah, but I carry a gun!>
<And I can shoot lasers if I want to, what's your point? Look, it's back on!>
Max sits on his sister's couch, without a care in the world.
<I'm just killing time, waiting for Nori to do her next big thing.>

On the screen, the host is sitting in front of a computer screen. On the other side of the table there's a half-Japanese girl, wearing brown contact lenses to disguise her silver eyes.
<Welcome back to the show! For those joining us now, our contestant today is Noriko Null from New York. At eighteen, she's one of our youngest contestants, and she has answered correctly all of our questions so far. Are you ready to answer our One Million Dollar Question, Noriko?>
<Of course. I am Null.>
<What are you going to do with all this money?>
<First I need to repay a motorbike I recently crashed. I will use the rest to take over the world.>
The host and the audience laugh, but Noriko doesn't even smile.
<Good luck with that, Noriko, I thing the price tag's gonna be a little higher. But before you start conquering us all, you must answer the following question.>
Kayla looks at her brother, with a curious look.
<"Take over the world"?>
<She's kidding. I hope> he answers.
The TV is showing Noriko's face as the graphics write the question, read aloud by the host.
<"Flowers for Algernon" is a famous 1959 short story by Daniel Keyes about a man whose intelligence is artificially increased. Which science fiction magazine first published the story?>
<Oh come on, that's a lame question! Anyone can look it up!> Max protests.
Then the screen goes blank, showing a wall of text. A single word repeated continuously: Καταπορεύομαι.
<This show is getting weird> Max adds.
In the studio, the screen showing the question does the same thing. The host looks around, to understand what is happening.
<There…there seem to be some problem with our screen. This is not one of the answers.>
<It's Ancient Greek> Noriko explains.
<What? Are you sure?>
<I am Null.>
<What does it mean?>
<"Come back".>
The wall of text disappears. The host is still perplexed, but Noriko doesn't waste any time:
<The correct answer is "The Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction". Now give me my million dollars; I have work to do.>

Tokyo, Scion Corporation R&D labs
Leiko is holding in her hand the ashes that remain from the ancient vase.
<Did it work?> she asks.
<The message was repeated seven hundred trillion times before breaking your primitive communication networks.>
<Will it be heard beyond Earth?>
<Are you seriously asking me if a tachyon relay is somehow limited to a single planet? This is such an ignorant question that, were I not far above these things, it could very well be considered offensive.>
<I can afford to be merciful to you, Core. You have just delivered me the galaxy, after all. But never forget who is the master. Now, the dust left behind by the device…>
<Nanoscopic entanglement generators.>
<Teach me how to reverse-engineer them.>

Noriko Null was a seemingly ordinary Asian-American teen, until the goddess Athena decided to make her Earth's first line of defense against the impossible.
Now armed only with superhuman intelligence and instant access to all of humanity's knowledge, Noriko will have to solve the world's problems, face the secrets behind her transformation, and fight Greek gods in space in her spare time.
Will the world's smartest girl be able to defeat the all-powerful gods?

Xiang Wan felt a broken spider web looming above her head.
Standing in front of a pile of messed up spider silks, someone requested her to clear it strand by strand.
That someone was Bai Muchuan, the detective whose working style was "a little nervous" in Xiang Wan's novel.
In order to complete the task of publishing the next chapter before dawn, Xiang Wan got herself a cup of coffee.
Thereafter, she sat in the office of the 720 Special Task Force, feeling refreshed and energetic.
The office was brightly lit that night.
There were a lot of detectives who was working late into the night just like her.
Xiang Wan could feel the hardship of the detectives, as well as gaining a first hand experience of how a detective works. Hence, when she wrote this part of the plot, she could do it with ease.
…
Tac! Tac! Tac!
Tac! Tac! Tac!
The sound of the keyboard was like a calming spell. Xiang Wan's heart calmed down slowly.
When she encountered hesitation halfway through writing, she would look up at Detective Bai who sat opposite her.
She would ponder for a while and continue to write.
…
On Bai Muchuan's computer, there was a simulated relationship diagram.
There was the relationship between the characters, clues, and case-reasoning extensions…
From time to time, there would be people going up to him and whisper something. He would acknowledge them with an "okay" before instructing them what to do, then he would continue to ponder over something.
The two of them were less than two meters away, sitting opposite each other. They were busy with their own thing, just like the rest of the people in office.
…
It was 3 a.m. in the morning.
Xiang Wan stretched her body outwardly as she prepared to write the last sentence as conclusion of the chapter.
"Fang Yelan said there would be a press conference at 9 a.m. in the morning to report the progress of the case. Could it be that he had a conclusion in his mind about the case? Rong Xiaonuan did not know that and dared not ask as well. She could only devote her brain and body to her novel…"
Upon completion, she vet her story one more time and felt satisfied with herself.
After the document was sent to Bai Muchuan, she suddenly felt a whim to send him an SMS.
Xiang Wan: "Detective Bai, is your unit recruiting external consultants?"
Bai Muchuan: "?"
He glanced over casually and replied to the text.
The office was very quiet, so the two of them had tacitly chosen to message each other.
She exchanged glances with him while pursing her mouth and continued to text.
Xiang Wan: "I noticed a problem, I've never written a case so fluently and insightful before. I have to admit that a good story is related to real life, any artistic creation divorced from the foundation of reality lacked of soul. I think I've found the cause of my failure… So, I hope to have the opportunity to come into contact with real life criminal cases and the life of a detective…"
Bai Muchuan: "Is the police force the market place?"
Xiang Wan: "… Of course not."
She had a feeling that she had asked for the moon!
She curled up the corners of her mouth with a rueful expression.
Xiang Wan: "Oh yes, has Detective Bai ever heard of 'Second Young Master Mu'? The legendary mystery fiction author, he's my idol… His work is wonderful. The cases are written profoundly yet clear, the logic and reasoning is impeccable, just like reality. I feel that he is that type… a mystery fiction author who can crack cases. Unfortunately, he seldom updates his novel. He has written the same book for three years and still not yet finished…"
In the beginning, Xiang Wan waited for updates everyday and looked forward to the end of her idol's novel. But now… she no longer hoped for Second Young Master Mu to end his book.
She was worried that her lazy idol would not start a new book if the current book ended.
After all, her lazy idol only managed to write around two million words in three years; Xiang Wan had good reasons to believe that he would stop writing a new book.
And if the worst happened, she would lose a source of inspiration!
Bai Muchuan tilted his head to glance at her. This time, he did not choose to text her but directly made a comment in her face. "You have too much free time."
It was not that loud but Xiang Wan felt really embarrassed about it.
This was because she felt that he was not interested to engage in a conversation, and she was the only one who went on babbling about.
She coughed and tried to find an excuse to get out of the situation. "I'm exhausted. Talking can help perk me up!"
"This paragraph is good." Bai Muchuan soon finished reading the chapter and expressed his affirmation toward the two chapters she had written. "However, it's too emotional!"
"Huh?"
"The subjective conjecture can only be thrown away when you judge without emotion."
"But I'm a romance and mystery fiction author."
A romantic novel without ever-changing emotions; only rigid and solid reasoning logic. Who will want to read that?
Xiang Wan wanted to hear more advice from Detective Bai. Nevertheless, when he sent back a slightly modified document, he did not say a single word to her.
"… I'll update then?" asked Xiang Wan.
"Yes."
…
After Xiang Wan published the chapter, she looked at Bai Muchuan who was sitting in front of the computer, looking solemn and seemingly busy with something. She didn't want to disturb him so she opened her review and comments page.
The now tepid novel "Murder The Dream Guy" had recently gained a lot of new readers.
Some of them were even male readers.
They objectively expressed their views—the novel was written poorly.
At the same time, they were also amazed at the latest two chapters she updated. They commented that the author adopted a novelty direction in writing as she obviously knew about Zhao Jiahang's case and deliberately "borrowed the real life case to make conjectures". The details of the case was written vividly. The characters seemed to come alive as if they had a soul. Regardless if the author was right on mark for the case or not, at least the author was very creative.
Most of the comments were positive.
There were also a small number of people with dark thoughts who still held the belief that the author herself was the murderer or prime suspect. They felt that the author was plotting something big. Someone said that the author must be crazy over pretty boys as the words used to describe the striking, gorgeous Officer Gu Yusheng were filled with romantic desires—that led to the comment section being flooded with numerous replies which stacked one after another. If the replies to the comment were buildings, that comment would have been a really tall building.
"So, are we shipping Rong Xiaonuan and Gu Yusheng?"
"… Why do I feel that the 'wise and brilliant' Detective Fang Yelan is sexier and appeals more to me? I ship FangRong."
"FangRong? Why not ship [1]Fang Tai instead? Rong Xiaonuan is so idiotic and cute, Officer Gu should be the best match for her, okay?"
Xiang Wan continued to look at the comments. "…"
The readers of romance fiction were really adorable.
They could actually come up with a romance plot by themselves from a complicated and confusing homicide story; their mind must be full of pink bubbles…
The book reviews and comment section was booming with activity.
However, this was considered "fake" popularity as the current sensation and liveliness was because of the criminal case.
The curious masses had brought along traffic, however, the number of new subscriptions to her novel "Murder The Dream Guy"—was still dismal!
No choice. If one did a random search on the internet, one could find a lot of pirated sites. She could not stop anyone from reading her latest updates from a pirated website. Furthermore, the readers who read pirated material did not have any guilt in doing so. Such was the social environment, although upsetting, she could do nothing about it.
Huang He happened to see Xiang Wan yawning when he came into the office. "Teacher Xiang, you're tired?"
People were accustomed to addressing those who deal with literature as "teacher". Huang He only came to understand online Chinese literature upon coming in contact with the case. Thus, he followed this practice of addressing Xiang Wan as Teacher Xiang.
However, as an author who had written three books—three of which did terribly—and now on her fourth book, she felt she was not so worthy of that form of address.
She smiled as she shook her head, feeling embarrassed as she rubbed away her tears from the yawn.
"Are you so busy every day?" she asked.
"Not really," Huang He chortled, "in a year or so, we'll still get some days off occasionally."
"…"
Is that deadpan humor, Detective Huang?!
Xiang Wan saw Huang He walking up to Bai Muchuan and tried to speak in a murmur. "Boss, your family sent supper over!"
According to Xiang Wan's observation, the actual detectives were rather different from what was portrayed in movies and television dramas. She saw that the detectives were all males. So far, she had not seen a female detective that was on Bai Muchuan's fieldworks team.
When a bunch of men gathered together, they would just make do with their daily meals. They would eat everyday at their canteen or order takeouts, even Detective Bai who owned a seven-digit limited edition watch, was no exception to that.
Therefore, when Nanny Li came into their office with piping hot supper, the whole office of 720 task force was seething with excitement.
With the exception of Detective Bai though…
He remained on his seat and swept a gloomy glance across the office. "Is this still an office?"
As soon as Nanny Li heard this, she knew that Young Master Bai was unhappy. However, he did not severely reprimand the act as the supper was meant for everyone after all.
"Young Master Bai." Nanny Li wanted to explain when a girl behind her carrying a container of food spoke up all of a sudden.
"Little uncle, I'm the one who wanted Nanny Li to bring me to your office. But I… Grandma arranged for me to come here."
The young girl was slim, graceful, and pretty. She seemed to be around 17 or 18 years old. She wore an adorable pink dress with a big cartoon bear print on the chest, as well as a pair of small sandals. Her sweet, tender appearance was as if she was a young bird who had broken out of its shell. She had a clean, schoolgirl aura.
She was facing Bai Muchuan as she spoke, but her eyes were sizing up the only woman in the office—Xiang Wan.
Then she continued shyly, "Grandma heard that little uncle brought little aunt home. So she specifically send me to have a look…"
Little aunt? Cough! Cough!
Xiang Wan knew that these people might have misunderstood, so she looked at Bai Muchuan out of reflex.
If the "little aunt" that the young girl mentioned was herself, both Detective Bai and herself had been wronged.
Should I explain about this? she thought.
But if she explained now, wouldn't everyone know that she had stayed for a night at Detective Bai's place?
…
[1] Fang Tai - Fotile is a Chinese manufacturer of high-end embedded kitchen appliances. The company name reads as 'Fang Tai' in hanyu pinyin. Fang Tai also means "Mrs Fang", so as to gain rapport with female customers as they specialize in selling kitchenware.


Aspiring author Xiang Wan was deemed hopeless by her family and better off married when her fourth novel still did not do well. 
Just as she started to doubt herself and wonder if she should continue to pursue her dream as an author, things take an unexpected turn when a dazzling guy appears before her and she was taken away by the police as a prime suspect of a murder case.
A murder had taken place and the details were eerily similar to her mystery novel. 
From then on, her life turned topsy-turvy.
...........
Translator Review:
This is a novel encompassed with mystery, ethics, family ties, and romance. Of course, the highlights of this book are the murder cases. 
Although it’s a modern setup where none of the characters have a system or any other cheats, the Author managed to delight me with her writing, creative plots and a good pace without dragging her story. 
I marvel at the way the Author links up the clues and plot to explain the individual cases as well as paving the way to unravel the huge conspiracy behind the individual murders. Romantic plots are light-hearted so readers could take a breather from the plots of gruesome murders.
Frequency of release:  1 chapter/daily

Here is the introduction of the Classic. 
Traditionally ascribed to the mythical figure Yu the Great, The Classic of Mountains and Seas (third century B.C. to second century A.D.) brings together a treasure trove of rare data and colorful fiction about the mythical figures, rituals, medicine, natural history, and ethnic peoples of the ancient world. The Classic narrates episodes of 204 mythical figures, notably the gods Foremost, Fond Care, and Yellow, and goddesses like the fearsome Queen Mother of the West and the doomed Girl Lovely, the nurturing solar and lunar goddesses, and many others unknown outside this text. This eclectic work also contains crucial information on early medicine (with cures for impotence and infertility), omens to avert catastrophe, rites of sacrifice, and familiar and unidentified plants and animals. In sum, the Classic is a spectacular guided tour of the known world in antiquity, moving outward from the famous mountains of central China to the lands "beyond the seas."

Tartarus, a prison of all gods! Those in prison are inexcusable! A killer Ye Qingha reborn in a different world. 
It happened that he became the 38th generation of warden of Tartarus, starting an invincible expedition to different worlds.

A popular aspect in the naruto verse, and many stories like that people like to focus on are summons.

But how do you:
- Avoid clichés
- Choose a good summons for your character
- Add substance to said summon animals

These three things are often neglected despite being such obvious things to consider. So let's take a closer look at these things, look at examples of how it has been done well and the most important aspect of all. Why?

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Avoid clichés

The easiest way to avoid choosing a cliché animal summon is by using a search engine to search for these terms: Naruto "yourSummonAnimal" summons

The most often animals used, aside from those of the 3 legendary sannin are:

- Panda's / Pandaran
Ft. Cliché tropes such as kungfu, staff fighting, inborn sages / nature energy specialists, qi / ki, monks. 

- Dragons
Ft. Nuke sized ninjutsu, kungfu, qi / ki

- Wolves
Ft. Inuzuka clan ripoff abilities, often times with a permanent partner treated like a ninken.

- Spiders
Ft. Intelligence gathering, trapping, venom and free clothes of cheat quality and comfort. Imagine all spiderman variations for a better understanding. 

- Foxes
Ft. Ninjutsu, Genjutsu and tracking


Those are some of the most used ones and their most used tropes.  There are plenty more but if you want your fic to stand out. Then it's best to avoid such obvious choices and go for something unique.

A great example of this is a fiction named "Walk on the Moon by SixPerfections". Here a the SI sister of Yamanaka Ino contracts the Rat clan as her summons.

She has to face life threatening trials to get accepted as their summoner, and in turn gets the viscous killer rats at her beck and call. Rats that use poisons, infiltration and assassination techniques along with ruthless tactics to brutally murder their opposition.

They aren't the typical kind summon, which we see in a variety of novels and fanfics, they are quite the opposite in fact, which makes them stand out from the crowd and spring to the front of my mind the moment someone asks what a good example is in how to go about summon animal in a naruto fanfic, or story with a simular system

But. They have been done now. So how do you choose something unique? 

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Choose a good summons

I think that the best you can do is ask yourself the following questions:

- Do I want to use my summons to cover weaknesses my character has?

Or

- Do I want to use summons to train my character?  

When choosing the first option it's important to focus on the weaknesses your character has, what he can't do and what the animal in question has and does to cover these. 

Another point to focus on are elements. What element do you associate with the animal and your summoner and how do they work together? How would they fight together?

This is quite a bit harder to figure out than the other option which is why it's a rare choice. Often when it's chosen, it's because the summon isn't a fighting type and thus tends to bring intelligence gathering to the table as their unique selling point. 

In other words the most used summon type used for this are Utility summons. Because most people find it hard to write a complementary combat summon.

That is why, In most circumstances, people choose to use their summons for training and summon battles only. 

In that case it is best to look for animals with aspects or mythology in real life that reflect the build you want for your character. 

Thus, if you want a kenjusu specialist, with illusions and wicked fire elemental attacks, then perhaps choosing that panda ain't that good an idea.

Especially when it's so overdone that it became one of the animals not to choose if you don't want to loose a large portion of your fanbase. 

What you want to look for instead are predatory animals with sharp claws, that you can easily imagine using those fire and illusion type of attacks. (in case of this example) 

For their fighting style, you look at how they fight irl and extrapolate from there. Cats for example scratch and slash a lot mixed with wrestling when they fight among themselves. They rely on ambush tactics on the hunt to pounce, where as a Martyr will try to rip the others throat out, as its sole focus turns into one ultimate murder command. rip and maim. 

A Wolverine on the other hand is a jumped up family member of martyr with a warrior tank mentality. It behaves bigger than it is, is thrilled to fight bigger creatures and rip them apart and even a bear or lynx thinks twice about crossing one! 

If you like poison animals however, but don't want the typical poison cliché, you can also go the bacterial disease route of things like komodo dragons. Or toxin like many salamander species. 

Whatever you are looking for as a combo, I assure you it's there with plenty of alternatives. Just turn on Natgeo wild or other such channels on once in a while or look at your countries lists of dangerous or rare animals. there is likely already a perfectly unique candidate on that list. 

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Add substance to summon animals

Once you have the prior points figured out, you're going to want to use that good look at the real animals in question to add that substance to your summons. 

Like the animals such as wolverines that I mentioned before.

Look at the info you find on the animal you choose a s ask yourself:
 - What is their social dynamic like? 
- Are they loners or pack animals?
- What would their summon clan society look like? (Based on the prior questions.) 

- What do such animals do when they confront each other and what would they do to establish dominance or gain respect? 

- What do they hunt? 
- Who is their natural enemy? 

Asking yourself this will allow you to come up with a challenge and resultant plot points that they might ask a potential summoner to do, which will add more substance to your story. 

Combined with the prior topics, it will also allow you to shape distinct impressions of the teachings they will give your summoner, and in turn help you add substance and presence to your summon animal.

After all, do you really want to be that author that finds a Panda or Fox cub in the forest and has the greatful parent offer their clan as your personal summons? 

Do you really want to be that author that has the Royal Emperor Super Duper Majestic Galactic and whatever other big word Pheonix or Dragon or dragon pheonix Summon? 

...... 

I hope this helps people who are stuck on choosing a summon animal when writing a naruto fiction or story with simular systems in place and help them to find something to help them stand out. 

Often, you will find everything you needed within mere minutes of searching the Internet so don't be afraid to do so.

After all, a little research along the way never hurts!

Let me know what you think, pitch your favorite animals or add your own tips in the comments! 

Have fun!

Thoughts and Idea's with regards to fanfictions, builds for characters, weapons and more.

I'm not an author, my interests in a concept don't last long enough to write it and I am admittedly not the strongest in writing a decent dialog.

I'm someone who is Hyper Aware of a lot of things, and one of them is if something severely lacks. Whilst I can do art Inspite of that, I just can't bring myself to write dialog that doesn't feel perfectly natural.

That said, I do often write drafts for stories, sometimes I even manage a chapter worth of dialog that any author would be proud to own, but when it's about the baseline that I achieve for my dialogs, then I prefer not to publish.

However, I do have ideas, so many ideas and thoughts on things that I feel the need to express them. Hopefully, they will be of help for authors, who are feeling stuck or unsure how to develop their story, or want to write one but are unsure about what to write.

So, long story short. What follows are drafts for fics and stories. Ideas on how to build a convincingly strong character without needing all those rediculously overpowered bloodlines and abilities.

Ideas on how to develop abilities and exploit them, that you might not have thought to try.

Because let's face it, a creative mind can make even the simplest of abilities into a versatile master piece.

All of those things, you will find here, sooner or later. So have fun, be inspired or horrified at what you read. ;p

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