a book where you can shamefully promote yours or others novels.....I'm just someone who likes to read and am open to suggestions no judgment I will read bout anything and also hope to spread the love of reading by doing this....so basically this will be a 1ch book with 1 Tag per line and basically just suggest novels that include that tag that you've read that's it....

I walk through my dreams like I've lived a whole life there, most times they are about a recent book I read. That is one of the things I do a lot and I'm not just saying that I really do read almost all day long. If I'm not reading I am probably watching some movie or anime series, yes you can probably guess I haven't done much with my life. let's start where it all began.

Back in middle school I loved to read books so much so that when I was grounded they took away my books instead of saying I couldn't go out with friends or no tv/games. yes I was a pretty strange kid compared to some being a 12 year old in America at the time(2012 No less). when I was grounded my next best thing was video games because they told stories as well at the time my video game collection was pretty sparce using an old dell business computer that ran windows xp (let's just say I got really good at minesweeper). even before I found books video games were still present. I still remember my mom gifting me an original Xbox she won in a contest it came with one game and it was a racing game not a lot of story just races.

After a while of getting in trouble I got grounded while i was grounded so I lost games as well suffice to say my box of legos was not very entertaining for a 12 year old mainly because I didn't like to make things up myself it felt so tedious that I had to work so hard to make up shapes and other things people already. i also didn't have many friends so instead I slept, and I slept hard. I don't remember much of my dreams then but I do remember one that was about magic and there was a really dark forest that went on forever in a sea of trees, other than that though I don't remember.
A couple of months later I was officially free and it felt like freedom I got to read again, it was so much fun, I would imagine it being like a drowning mans next breath of air. I didn't goto sleep that night instead I stayed up reading, when morning came I was tired but the book just got to THAT PART that is just so interesting and catching you can't stop, i read through that day as well. after dinner I got so tired I slept couldn't keep reading.
the next morning felt so sluggish like the morning after you get drunk but not enough for a hangover. well after a week of being late for school because I was busy reading parents up an sold all my books. ALL of them like really I was almost done reading them! I never read another book until after basic training 4 or 5 years later.
things changed after I lost my collection I switched to video games and because they didn't want me up all night reading whenever Christmas came around it was games instead of books. birthday? video game. my dad was an avid gamer always tried to keep his pc updated and sent old games I could run on my pc to me. me and my dad were always great at games but I could never compete with him, and it totally didn't have to do with me playing the games for the stories instead of for the high scores(of you can't tell this sentence is sarcasm read this again).

flash forward to the start of high school I was big on video games by then my computer had upgraded to a brand new one from my birthday me and my dad built it together good memories there. I remember when i tried to play morrowwind on it. that was when I realised I didn't like challenging games i liked to play and get the story, maybe different endings (those were my favorite).

at the start of high school I didn't really have a lot of friends because I didn't have many in middle school. my dad recommended me to join the ROTC there, he said he did and he had fun when he was in high school. So I did and the first year was fun and it started with ROTC especially when I started competing. I had so much fun I spent 14 hours of day at school I woke up at 5 to get to practice went to school than got home around 7 after the other practice you can imagine I didn't have a lot of time for video games especially because all that practice was physally demanding. 

1 year later 2 year in high school this I would consider the real start of high school for you actually have to do something to pass your classes I met a girl in my math class (insert joke about about girls causing problems in highschool here [ps: this is the joke I'm not sexist]). We started talking about a lot of things our school football team things like that, than we got to books she loved to read book I got to see her library once well less of a library and more of a whole wall of books and all books I wanted to read. her name was Alex I had the biggest crush on her at one point than found out she was lesbian so we kinda grew apart shallow I know but it's high school things like this happen. anyways after seeing those books some of them I used to read myself I started to want to read again, but I had no books i was still forbidden to read so I put my frustration put on video games during this time I was playing a lot of modern warfare 2 I loved the story and the way it flowed but it was really the first game I really played on steam I have logged over 500 hours  on that game alone I got every achievement for single player even the ones for veteran difficulties and also got most for the multiplayer which at this point I had everything unlocked and was max level I loved the multi player.

at this point I was starting to show up late sometimes to practice because I wasn't sleeping early enough. I went one more year like that and over summer I played so many video  games I swear I dreamt about sheaperd in mw2 around this time skyrim came out and I played the heck out of it  (I didn't get as many hours of playtime because 3rd year of high school is the hardest around 200hours). 3rd year rolls around I've dropped out of all practices because it was all boring again nothing new same old stuff. I was still busy keeping my grades up especially that foreign language credit that is needed to graduate.

4th year felt like being a freshman again except youre the one who makes fun of the freshmen.

nothing important happened then so I graduated and I wanted adventure something new so I went and joined the US Airforce. If I knew what I knew about it than I would have waited unroll now to join. long story short my addiction to video games got the better of me some nights during training and I ended up sleeping in, combined with my selective forgetfulness  (I kid you not I forgot my boots one time). luckily I wasn't in that long so I got an entry level discharge (look it up if you don't know) after I got back I found books to read online and read I did but because I didn't have school and at the time no work to deal with

this is about the time where I realised something special about my dreams.

at one point in high school I played a game where you create your own games and other people play them but this wasn't like legos using only blocks this was a program and once they started to abandon the Lego building style I started to learn it you could import meshes from other programs like blender so I started learning how to use it during this time I started dreaming up wire frames i wanted to tell a story using this game a story without words. I spent a long time on this and I can say to this day that I am self taught at how to use blender and that I ended up really famous on that game for my builds

that was the first clue because I was spending so long learning how to use blender I started dreaming up wire frames or if I was having a really hard time with a specific thing I would dream how it looked and be able to re create it the next day.

now after my attempt at trying to get a stable job i went back to reading. It started out with books i had already read then spread and spread till I found whole websites filled with books to read some exciting some not and they all had one HUGE thing in common they were all fiction and that's what I like. the wilder the better.

one day I met a girl and we planned on getting married and we had a kid a beautiful daughter we named Angela love her so much. I don't know what happened after we came out of the hospital after she gave birth she said she was through with me and left. that hurt a lot so I went back to reading and read I did the stories around this time were mainly reincarnation stories in another world I swear I had a dream at one point i was reincarnated into alegasea  (if you don't know you haven't lived).

this is where I realised my dreams make for the best stories and I tried to write a story about a specific dream once or twice. It never turned out well. Now I'm in college for networking taking a Cisco class (super boring) so my dreams are extra vivid further making me want to write those stories out but they never seem to tell the story how I want then to but right now this one is working does this count as 4th wall break? (lol couldn't resist the humor there [and don't say it was bad because you thought it was funny at some point deep deeeep down you just don't know it])

a story about a man and his dreams that might mean he is insane or might just love books too much. don't listen to the voices in your head about this one because the pink platypusbear that sleeps like a bat doesn't like your drugs.

Shortly after the judge elder left, Li Zhu decided to leave the arena, and claim his rewards. Since he had ended up in fourth place, Li Zhu had won ten Cultivation Enhancing pills, two weeks worth of cultivating in Spirit Palace, a skill from the sect library, and a plant from Shen Zan's garden. All these rewards were great, but the last two especially intrigued Li Zhu, since he was in dire need of more skills to widen his options in combat.

Currently he could only use Shadow Lurk and Frost Touch, neither of which were skills which could be used to attack enemies. This was in part a good thing, since they were skills which did not grow less useful as his cultivation increased, making them good long term skills to have. That said, he currently had no way to damage opponents stronger than him, so he needed to focus more on the short-term, at least for now.

With this in mind, Li Zhu decided to head over to the sect library first, and choose a suitable skill. According to what the elder had stated, he could choose from any skill on the first four floors at no cost.

The sect library was on Knowledge Peak, which was one of the central peaks of the sect. The actual library was a massive building with seven floors and thousands of books, most of which contained skills. There were also history books and journals of great masters, but they were much less prominent than skills, which had been accumulated over hundreds of years.

When a disciple who met all requirements bought a skill book at a certain cost, they would be able to read and learn the skill for however long it took them. After they learned the skill, though, it needed to be returned to the library, for other disciples to learn in the future. If a disciple did not return their skill book to the library, they could not buy any more from it, which also meant each disciple could only learn one skill at a time from the library.

There were seven floors in the library in total, each containing stronger and rarer skills, and having higher requirements to enter them. For example, outer sect disciples could only buy books from the first two floors, and inner sect disciples could only buy books from the first four floors. As for the three floors after that, only elders could access them, and the seventh floor could only be entered by the Grand Elder, or whoever was the leader of the sect at any moment in time.

As Li Zhu entered the library, he felt right at home. As the crown prince, anytime he had not been training, he had been reading in the imperial library. He had read hundreds of books, each of which increased his knowledge of the Endless Sword Continent, and sometimes even beyond.

In the first floor of the library, there was a large table at the back, where an old man was sitting. The elder was absorbed in his reading, so Li Zhu simply walked past him, to the second floor. Just as he was about to reach the stairs, though, the elder's head snapped towards him, his face full of suspicion.

The elder sized up Li Zhu for a second, before returning to his reading, and saying "As you know, stay within the first four floors. There will be an elder on fourth floor, and you do not want to anger him... trust me."

'He knew who I was?' wondered Li Zhu, realizing that the judge elder had not lied when she said that elders knew exactly who the top ten disciples of the competition were. At the same time, the old man's last words intrigued him, as he wondered what kind of person an elder would fear.

Still, he walked all the way to the fourth floor, since it was the limit of where he could go in the library, and had much stronger skills than the previous floors. Li Zhu did not doubt that the sect had placed a few extremely precious books in the lower floors for disciples to accidentally come across, but he did not have the time to scroll through thousands of books, all for the possibility of finding something rare.

On the fourth floor, there were much fewer books than the previous floors, with only a few hundred displayed in the bookshelves. This was already amazing, tough, since finding so many skills was difficult, even for a large sect.

Li Zhu began browsing the books immediately, looking for an attack skill that suited his combat style. Since he used Shadow Lurk to quickly strike enemies, a skill which took a long time to use was not worth it, since it would leave him exposed. Furthermore, he currently did not want to use a sword in combat, so the skill needed to be a palm or fist technique, which were much less common than weapon skills.

"Flaming Tiger Pierce... doesn't meet any of the requirements. Three armed shot... no. Molten Yang Slash... weak!"

As he flipped through the books, Li Zhu noticed that there were many skills related to fire and swords, while all other skills were less common. This actually surprised him, since the sect was named Flaming Saber sect, so he had expected more saber skills, rather than sword ones.

With time, he did find a few palm and fist skills, "Flowing Ocean palm... each palm strike is like a tide,  destroying and then receding. Each palm strike is stronger than the previous, and if this art is trained to the maximum level, your strength can be equal to the very ocean we are surrounded by!"

Most skills had descriptions at the start, but they were often exaggerations, and even the masters who had invented the skills had never reached the level they claimed was possible. Because of this, even the weakest skill would sound intimidating, when the description was read. Li Zhu, though, knew to look past the initial words, and flip through the first few pages. For Flowing Ocean Palm, as he read the next few pages, the skill was quite clearly weak, and would only be useful in certain situations.

Due to this, Li Zhu continued walking around the bookshelves, opening every book there was.

"My Memoir?" mumbled Li Zhu, after reading the title of one particular book, which had tears all over it, clearly having barely withstood the test of time. All the books he had read previously were skills, so he was quite surprised to find this book. After all, an elder had decided that this memoir was worth having on the fourth floor, which said a lot about its value.

"April 15, year 128: Today is a great day, because I have practiced by Flaming Saber skill to the fourth level, and I am now finally an inner sect disciple of the Thousand Illusions Mountain! I have not written in this journal for a few weeks due to training, but I will try to write something every day from now on." Li Zhu flipped to a random page, reading off the first paragraph.

Instantly, a shocked expression appeared on his face, as he read the date again. In the Endless Sword Continent, each year was made up of three hundred and fifty days, and divided into twelve months. That said, the current year was 1784, and year 0 was said to be when the first civilizations had formed. If the date on the memoir was accurate, it was more than a thousand years old, and was an extremely precious recording of history.

Li Zhu continued to read, engrossed in the daily life of this young man, so eager to reach the peak of the continent. Unfortunately, the memoir ended abruptly, where many pages had been ripped off by someone. In the place of the pages, there was a small note, reading, "If you are reading this, the young man in the memoir is our founder, Ts'ui Ru. Unfortunately, the final part part of the journal contained important information, and was stolen eighty years ago when our sect was attacked in the night. Still, I wish for all disciples of the Flaming Saber sect to learn the story of their founder, and hope that it may fuel a desire for greatness in them, and you."

Li Zhu was left dumbfounded, as he read the small note. The young man he had read about was actually a founder of this sect! Furthermore, Li Zhu was beginning to suspect that he was also the creator of all the treasures in the sect such as the Thousand Illusions Forest or the Kill Illusions tower, due to his affiliation with the Thousand Illusions Mountain, an ancient sect which had long disappeared, but remained in many legends.

'What could the last twenty pages have contained to be the cause of an attack by other sects?' wondered Li Zhu, but he had his suspicions.

The man in the memoir was clearly a great expert, and most figures such as him would own many treasures in their lives. Although it was just a hunch, Li Zhu suspected that the last pages contained information regarding these treasures, and the Flaming Saber sect had learned the hard way that wealth attracts jealously.

As he was absorbed i his own thoughts, Li Zhu heard a whisper in another aisle of the library, "Are you excited, Yin Shing!? All our work is about to pay off, and we finally do not have to wait any longer! The dream we so badly wanted to fulfill will finally come true, and that old man can do nothing about it!"

There was another person in the aisle, but he did not take the words well, reprimanding, "Shut it! Let's go somewhere more private if you want to talk about the inheritance."

And with that, the two voices stopped, and Li Zhu was left with a curious expression on his face.

Jian Long was betrayed by his closest friend, his cultivation was destroyed, he lost his status... but he did not die!

Cultivate with swords? No, I would be recognised!

Use my same name? Absolutely not. Let's change it to Li Zhu.

Have the same look? Courting death.

I will have my revenge, but I need to become a whole different person, with a completely different cultivation method... summoning will do!

Li Zhu will take the path of summoning, in a world where weapons are Kings. What makes him different from other summoners, though, is that he can fuse with his spirit beasts!

Delia and Dyon stepped out and into the lowest level of the underwater skyscraper. 
'This library is massive. It spans the entire right side of this structure. 1000 meters worth of books? That's wild,' Dyon looked up in awe. 
"This library is actually just one of 6. Each of the 6 pillars has an entire half dedicated to one. That's in addition to the main library in the center pillar. Although, that one is much smaller," Delia spoke as if understanding Dyon's intrigue. 
Having used a special entrance within the elevator, they stood in front of a desk much too grand to just be a reception desk. 
A light and airy voice range out, "Delia! It's nice to see you. And who's this friend of yours? Walking around with boys already, hm? I'm not sure what the head would think about that."
Dyon looked away from the massive desk and endless books to see a computer screen looking back at him. Within it was a well dressed scrawny man with crystal framed glasses. His golden eyes shone with an unconcealed humor in light of his teasing. 
"She's actually already seen me naked. She's quite the wild one," Dyon beamed at the monitor. 
"Oh my. You're quite fearless. I like you. My name is Libro, it's rare to find someone willing to tease Delia," Libro chuckled. 
Delia brought her sword hilt to Dyon's side causing him to almost keel over. 
'This is the strength of a 13 year old girl?' Dyon looked over at her but she was already pretending like nothing had happened. 
Dyon involuntarily coughed before introducing himself, "I'm Dyon, it's nice to meet you."
Before they could continue their bromance, Delia cut them off, "I'm here as a favor to this one. I'm letting him use my identification card for a few hours," she handed the card to Dyon. 
With that, she turned to leave. 
"I'm looking forward to seeing you again," Dyon said while watching her receding figure. Delia continued on, pretending like she hadn't heard him speak. 
As the elevator doors were closing Delia spoke again, "The ceremony is being held in the center pillar. Ask Libro how to get there."
'What an interesting beauty. I wonder if there are any more like her here,' Dyon smiled. 
"So, Libro, I have a few questions for you," Dyon said while turning back to the monitor, "in fact, could I bother you to give me a quick summary of what this library provides?"
Libro smiled, "You must be the commoner I've heard so much about. They said you ran away, but it looks like that was wrong. You can't have been hanging out with the young mistress this whole time, right?"
Dyon grinned, "a man can't kiss and tell, now can he". 
Libro's airy laughter seemed to fill the library causing the students that had been drifting around to look over before shaking their heads and going back to what they were doing. It seems they were used to Libro's personality. 
'Seems like that beauty has quite the high position here. Interesting'
"This library, as you probably saw, is split into 100 levels for a total of 600 among the outer pillars. I'm responsible for all levels, which is why I sit behind this computer screen."
Dyon's eyes widened, 'in charge of 600 levels by yourself? Even with monitors that would be impossible… this martial arts world sure is interesting'. 
Libro continued, "The levels you're able to access depend on your identification card. Since the young master gave you hers, you have access to all 600 outer levels. But, even she doesn't have access to the inner levels yet."
'A first-year student with almost unlimited access. If I'm right, her father must be head of one of the pillar families. Patia-Neva… interesting'.
"Though you have Delia's access for now, you most likely won't in the future. Usual first year students have access to the first 10 levels at the most, but even that's in rare cases. Most are usually stuck at the minimum 1 level."
"How do you increase the levels you have access to?"
"You can do it by performing well at the opening ceremony. Although that's usually reserved for pillar family chosen, I hear they've made an exception for you. In addition, you can be promoted through grades by passing your end of year exams, you can participate in challenges and tournaments throughout the year, there's also the possibility of ranking well in the numerous leader boards, and doing well in a faction you create or join."
'Factions?' Dyon couldn't hold back his smile. These next few years were going to be fun. 
"Although it's the goal of most branch family students to gain access to higher levels in the outer pillars, the true treasure is within the inner pillar. There are no rules for how to gain access to it, just be outstanding". 
'just be outstanding. You don't have to tell me twice'. 
"Now, what were your questions?"
"I have a theory about this will your martial world harps on," Dyon spoke thoughtfully, allowing his eyes to lose their focus. 
'will? Ah, I understand. Delia must have dumbed it down for him'. 
"If your world is proficient at manipulating these wills, then it stands to reason that your creations would hold them too, correct?"
Libro let a small smile creep onto his lips, "That would indeed be an accurate deduction".
"So, your books would hold them. So, if I say… decided to understand the will of the book instead of reading it, my understanding would probably be far deeper and I might even save some time."
Libro was shocked, "I'm not sure a beginner like you would be able to do something like that. That's a speed reading technique that does indeed exist, but it requires at least a basic understanding of martial theory and a powerful soul. Considering your explanation, you may have accurately stepped through into an initial understanding, but that's all it is. You'll need a much deeper understanding to even attempt to understand the technique."
Dyon only smiled, "I'd like a book on this speed reading technique, the most basic books you have on martial world theory, as well as a rule and culture book for this school and society. Also, if you have a book of the current factions in this school, I'd appreciate that as well."
Libro curtly nodded. His job was to help students find the books they needed and guide them through when they were lost. It seemed that Dyon was set on this path and the choices of books he made were quite impressive. 
As Libro fiddled with something on his side of the screen to track down the books Dyon asked for, Dyon continued to look around. This truly was the first time he'd seen such a grand library. 
'It wouldn't even be fair to compare this to that library,' Dyon thought taking in a deep breath. 
On either side of the elevator door was an expanse of glass going from one side of the building to the next. Dyon noticed small cuts which he recognized as other doorways once he watched a student step through one. He nodded to himself, it made sense for there to be more entrances than just the 1 elevator. 
The desk in front of him seemed more like a display of wealth than anything else. It was made in ancient wood that breathed an air of nature into the already book-like smell of the library. The carvings on it swirled and dipped into a fantastic pattern. Dyon almost couldn't resist touching it. 
'I wonder what the other side of the building holds'. 
Libro looked up and in a display of what Dyon assumed was his view of grandeur, slammed a final button that opened up a chasm in the large desk. 14 books flew up and out at Dyon as he scrambled to catch them. 
"You're pretty sinister," Dyon said while laughing and catching the last book. 
"How else would I have fun all day. This control room isn't exactly comfy," Libro said with a mysterious smile. 
Dyon was once again given another shock while looking down at the books, "they were all written by the same person?"
"Ah, the Sapientia family," Libro said in reminiscence, "I still remember the day I earned my crystal glasses". 
'So, it's a family. They own the monopoly on information? If only the books on martial theory were written by them, it'd be one thing. But the rule book, the culture book, the speed reading technique and the book of factions too? They must be powerful.'
"The Sapientia family is actually one of the few families with multiple main branches. We're basically responsible for all research and development in the Martial world for this universe. If you want to become a researcher, you join the family. If you're good enough, you become part of a main branch. Not many other families even think about giving that chance," Libro sighed in pride. 
"It can't possibly be that no one who's ever made a discovery has chosen not to join the family, right?" Dyon was confused. This one family can't have written every book for the martial world. That would be ridiculous. 
"Well, the Sapientia Family is the leading expert. Meaning, any new book that will be published must pass through a subsidiary branch at a minimum. The higher the ranking of the Sapientia branch that approves it, the more reliable, rare and sought after the book is. Every book will say Sapientia on the cover, but you can find the true writer on the inside. The only exception would be techniques. But obviously, speed reading is a technique that would be highly beneficial to a researching family, so it's not a surprise that it was created by us as well."
Dyon nodded. He found this world fascinating. To have a single family monopolize information would cause an outcry in his world, but it was perfectly normal here. 
"Thank you for your help Libro," Dyon said sincerely as he walked to the end of the desk and past it to look for a place to read. 
Libro shut off the monitor and switched his view to the cameras of the base floor library. He was interested in seeing how Dyon would approach this and if he could really understand in the short time he had left. 
'if he reads the speed reading book first in over eagerness, he'll end up wasting all 8 hours he has left trying to understand. Let's see if he makes the right choice'.
Dyon walked through one of the main isles of books and ladders to find a small pond with meditating platforms stationed all around it. Ignoring the glances of curiosity from the surrounding students, he picked one. 
'the speed reading book requires a basic understanding of martial theory. So, it's clear that I'll have to read the basic books first. Even if it takes most of the time I have left, I'll have to finish at least 2 before reading the speed-reading book and trying to finish the last ones.'
Libro smiled as he watched Dyon pick up the basics of martial theory book, 'Delia sure knows how to pick 'em'.
Delia would probably hit him in the side with her sword if she had heard that thought. Libro chuckled to himself and watched the future bloom right in front of him. 
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When I was writing this, I was trying to decide how the martial world would differ from the human world, and how those differences might make this story more interesting. Eventually, I came up with the concept for the Sapientia family. Trust me, the arcs I have in line for them and the hold they have on this world get pretty wild. Stay tuned :)

Follow me on twitter @Awespec if you wanna chat about the book or have questions!

"You're too arrogant."

To Dyon, it seemed as though these words were heard all the time.

However, how could these people possibly know of all his hard work? Of the fact that sleep was but a distant relative of his. How could they know that he never had a single moment to rest. 

And yet, despite their ignorance, they still said, "you're too arrogant..."

But where were those people when a five-year-old Dyon's eyes shone looking at a computer screen filled with code? Where were those people when an eight-year-old Dyon played his piano and plucked his guitar strings until his fingers bled... needing to vent his feelings about his lost mother without bothering his fatigued father? Where were those people when Dyon sat alone at ten-years-old… when his parents were gone, and the only thing left was a room filled with inventions and computers?

Dyon's arrogance wasn't borne of thin air. It was his hard work. It was his shield. And he wasn't willing to give it up...

Now alone, he left his home behind. 

He was no longer the boy genius who changed the human mortal realm. He was now nothing but a commoner, a bug noble families saw fit to step on. An insignificant existence. 

And yet, Dyon was still the same unchanging person. Standing tall, his eyes firm and his will indomitable.  

This so-called Martial World would come to understand the meaning behind his existence...



**Excerpt** 
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"You're quite bold for a girl who's almost been recluse for her whole life you know," Dyon said chuckling.

"Little sister Delia and Meiying probably think so too, but you've been in my heart since the opening ceremony. Maybe not exactly in this way… But sometimes a foot in the door for a long time leads to a fully open one, no?"

Dyon smiled, 'it seems like she's been watching from afar for a long time… it must be lonely being in that room with Libro all the time.'

Dyon felt a delicate hand playing with his collar, "the truth is that I'm always playing the gentle big sister role, mostly because I have no idea how much longer I'll have the chance to…"

The vulnerability in her voice made Dyon tremble. Madeleine was so strong, yet it seemed even martial artists had their weaknesses too. 

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RMW happens to be the very first novel I've ever written. I have to admit that the first volume requires a lot of work. However, from the second volume onward I am confident in saying that it becomes a ride just as enjoyable as some of the best wuxia novels available. If you happen to read that far, and disagree, feel free to join our discord and call me an idiot for wasting your time, LMAO. I hope you guys stick it out to the end 

The next morning everyone was down for breakfast except Percy. Breakfast was a giant pile of bacon sandwiches. Harry was reading over the list of books for the school year. Fred and I peer over his shoulder reading it. 

SECOND YEAR STUDENTS WILL REQUIRE:

The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 2 by Miranda Goshawk

Break with a Banshee by Gilderoy Lockhart

Gadding with Ghouls by Gilderoy Lockhart

Holidays with Hags by Gilderoy Lockhart

Travels with Trolls by Gilderoy Lockhart

Voyages with Vampires by Gilderoy Lockhart

Wanderings with Werewolves by Gilderoy Lockhart

Year with the Yeti by Gilderoy Lockhart

I roll my eyes at all the Lockhart books.

"You've been told to get all Lockhart's books, too!" Fred says a bit surprised. "The new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher must be a fan… bet it's a witch." 

I laugh a bit at his statement but quickly shut up as I see Molly glaring at us. 

"They won't be cheap," George said looking between Molly and Arthur. "Lockhart's books are a few galleons alone."

Mrs. Weasley sighs "Well, we'll manage," I can tell she is a bit worried. "We should be able to pick Ginny's things up secondhand."

Now is the time I was waiting for "Actually Mrs. Weasley, my sister wanted to give her old books to Ginny. She is rather forgetful so she has extremely thorough notes and the books are well taken care of."

Ginny looks surprised but doesn't say anything but Molly does. "We can't impose on you like that." She appears a little upset at my offer.

But I double down. "Mrs. Weasley, You and your family have treated me as one of your own. Please allow me to give you the books as a gift. Besides with all you have given me I have yet to give you anything. It is unfair to not accept my gift."

Molly looks like she is about to retort but Arthur grabs her hand and looks at me "We will accept your kindness. Family helps family after all." I smile, glad that he accepted while Molly only sighs and nods. 

Just then Percy walked in with his prefect badge polished and pinned to his sweater vest. "Morning, all. Lovely day." He says with a half-grin.

As he is about to sit down a loud smack comes from the window. We turn to see Shy fly in carrying a letter and the Weasley's owl falling after hitting the window. Shy lands on my outstretched arm as I grab the letter from his beak. 

Ron walks over to the laying down owl and grabs the letter from it as well. Errol, the owl, just lays there as if playing dead causing Ron to sigh. "Pathetic." 

Ron begins reading his letter "It's from Hermione, It says she hopes we aren't in trouble from the care incident. She says I should get another owl and that one more delivery will make Errol actually keel over."

I give a nod "Yeah Errol is on his last leg." This earns me a glare from Ron. 

"She also says that she has been very busy with schoolwork. How is that possible? We are on vacation!" He says in horror.

Harry and I look at each other but just shrug, "That sounds like Hermione." I say 

Ron rolls his eyes and continues. "Apparently she will be going to London today to get her books for the school year. I guess we will see her there."

Hearing this Mrs. Weasley claps her hands "Go on everyone, get ready to leave. We don't want to be out too late getting your things." Everyone scrambles at her words.

Percy, Arthur and I are left at the table since we are already prepared to leave. Molly clears the table while Arthur goes and gets the Floo powder. I read the letter Hermione sent me but it is practically the same as Rons but she thanks me for the books I lent her.

After a few minutes, everyone is downstairs and prepared to leave. Molly takes the flowerpot of Floo powder from Arthur and looks disappointed. 

"We're running low, Arthur," She sighs. "We'll have to buy some more today… Ah well, guests first! Harry, Soren, you first."

I smile as I gesture Harry to go ahead of me but he shakes his head. "I've never done this before, why don't you show me."

I nod my head and step under the mantle while grabbing a pinch of Floo powder. I turn to Harry "I have to stop at Gringotts first anyway. Be sure to speak clearly." I throw the Floo powder into the fire and it flares up into a green color "Gringotts Bank." I speak in a loud and clear voice. 

I vanish from the fire with a roaring sound in my ears, I appear again at one of the many fireplaces in the main lobby of Gringotts Bank. Around me, I see a few other people coming out of the fireplaces joining me in the massive lines. 

After a short wait, I was able to pull a few hundred Galleons out of the bank. I only wanted enough till break, I still have quite a bit on hand but a bit more never hurt. As I'm going to head out I see Hermione and her parents standing at the steps of Gringotts. 

I wave my arm "Hey Mister and Mrs. Granger." Hermione perks up when she sees me. 

"Soren! What are you doing here?" she says walking to me with her parents in tow.

"I was just grabbing some money before getting some books, what about you?" I ask curiously.

Mister Granger reply's "We were just about to exchange money. You two can catch up while we go in." Hermione nods without thinking. Her father rolls his eyes and her mother laughs.

We begin chatting mainly about what she has been reading over the summer. Midway through the onesided conversation, I saw Hagrid and Harry coming from the dark area that leads to Knockturn alley.

I grab Hermione's shoulder and point "Hey look, that's Harry over there."

She immediately turns and spots him. Taking a few steps to the top of the Gringotts stairs she yells to him "Harry! Harry! Over Here!"

Hagrid and Harry approach and I immediately notice his glasses are cracked but I don't mention it. 

"Hello, Hagrid." Hermione and I say. "Harry, what happened to your glasses? Nevermind, what are you doing at Gringotts?" Hermione asks.

"Nothing right now, first I have to find the Weasley's." He says looking around.

"How did you get separated, Didn't I only leave a few minutes ago?" I ask confused. I am about to continue but I see his face blushed a bit so I stop.

Dementors are personified depression, soul-devouring creatures with little intelligence. What would you do if you woke up in the body of one?

2 chapters a week Monday and Thursday

I closed my journal and stared at the door, it took one hour and with no one entering I put on my reading glasses and started reading on the books that I gave them. While yes I have the knowledge of all the books in the library, I myself am still just a sentient being, even I get bored which leads to just reading more books.

Today I would study the principles behind the success of Early-Term Off World Trade Companies and How to Manage Them, by Marrakech The Emperor of Wealth (1'st Edition). It seems this species didn't have last names as they were replaced by titles which were given as signs of power.

As I was reading it was four hows before I could close shop and I was already a quarter way in when the doors opened.


I looked up only to see a middle-sized man, though he was smaller than me, he stood at about 5'3, he was covered with feathers and instead of feet had 3 long... toes? I near-immediately recognized this race without the need of the library to inform me. They were in most universes called Avians as they resembled birds but were actually sentient creatures with high thought capabilities.

He was wearing basic cloth clothes with leather shorts and a backpack, while he also had what seemed to be a scanner in his front left claw. His two large eyes looked around and near immediatly saw me.


As he walked to the counter I put down my reading glasses and put a marker on the book page I was on.


" Do you happen to know where I am, Sir? "


With a smile, " You are in the Lonely Library. A place of infinite knowledge and information, anything you can wish for can be found here. "


" Anything...? " The avian's eyes seemed to glow at this, he was handling the encounter well.


" Yes, any knowledge can be found in this library. "


He found himself a seat and put it in front of the desk, " If I can find anything here, then who are you? "


" I am the Librarian of this library. " I gave a nod and a smile.


" Then can I find a book on decryption of ancient languages? "


I nodded as a book floated over, " This is what you are looking for. "


And sitting it infront of him I did, once he left I never saw him again, this happened with many people for the next year.


A Emperor of the Sea, claiming to be a descendant of the God Zalu.


A False-God, heretical beliefs chased from the land of Hero's.


A Necromancer, A Devil, A Gang of Hooligans, A lone alchemist, People on quests of revenge, Cultivators, Magicians, Technicians, just normal salary-men, even a highschooler.


I met them all over the months and months, and leading up to my first day marking my first year as the Head Librarian.


A kid walked in through the door.


She had eyes like beads and yet I couldn't look away, I thought I had already seen it all, from old to young, but a little girl walked in through that door.


She looked at me and I will never forget that look, " Where am I? "


I was stunned, halted, briefed, shocked? No, I was confused, the innocence of the question, she had no fear, I doubt she knew of it, she just accepted that she wasn't where she was before.


" You... are in the Library. "


She walked up to the desk, I immediately called over a stool which she plopped herself on.


" Do you have lots of books here ? " She asked me while looking up, I chuckled at such a thought, does this library have lots of books? It wouldn't be my library if it didn't.


" Yes, we have lots of books here " I nodded.
" What kind of books do you like? " I was stunned, once again the first time as my day's as a librarian, this child had stunned me, no one ever asked that question before, they came and went, some were shocked when they came through that door, some accepted there days here till they found what they want, yet none had ever returned, they all came and yet no one ever asked me anything even as remotely personal as this...


" What, kind of books do I like? " She nodded at my question.
" I like books about people. " She seemed to enjoy my answer and giggled.


" Do you have any books for me? " She questioned me.


" I... I.. Ha... Yes I do. " I stood up, and started walking through the infinite rows of books, rarely did I do this anymore as people were just coming and going getting books it felt... incomplete.


" Do you perhaps know what kind of books you would like? " I asked.


She shaked her head, " No, I don't get to read books often, I just like to read. "


She seemed to be from a place with a small amounts of books then.


I grabbed some books off the shelf once I reached a certain place, they were all books on establishing relations, things like the art of the trade, and how to garner trust. While yes they were all common books, in the end, a library cant claim to have all the knowledge in the universe(s) if they don't even have this.


I walked back to the main hall and put them at a visitor table. " These are for you. "


She smiled, " Whats your name? "
I looked at her and thought about it then said,


" I have no name, I'm just the Librarian. "
She stared at me, " Oh... well you can call me Li ! "
I nodded my head, " What a wonderful name. "
" You should start reading, you don't want to waste to much time in here " I smiled
She quickly nodded and started reading, she seemed to enjoy reading and absorb knowledge like a sponge. I slowly went and sat at my desk but.. I could help but watch her read, she was fun to talk to.


In a few hours I had slowly spaced out and soon a loud bang happened near me and I jumped,
" Huh, What? "
It was the girl who plopped down all those books on my desk as she smiled.
" You finished all ready? That's great. " I smiled.


She looked up at me and said some words I wont forget,
" Librarian, why do you look so lonely? "
I looked at her and thought deeply about it,
" Because, while my body doesn't age and I may just be a entity made by the library.. "


" My heart still ages.. "


With that she smiled back at me,
" Promise me you'll never be lonely again Mr.Librarian "
I looked at her and laughed, this was the first visitor I made a real connection with and it was a little girl.. more worried about a stranger she just met in the last few hours than greedy for the knowledge of this library.


With that the doors opened and I frowned just a bit but hid it with a smile,
" It seems you can return now, take this key and visit me in a few years when you show the world your kindness. "


She skipped off after that... I wonder if I'll ever meet her again..


I sadly, couldn't promise her to never be lonely again... because in the end, this is a lonely library.

A man sits in a library that is easy to get lost in, connected to many worlds, and even universes, you may ask yourself why is he the only employee, or is he the owner? 
No one owns such a library, but he does have many titles depending who you ask; A friend, magi, tendant, library manager, librarian, the saint of the library, mystic, devil of knowledge. 
Many worlds, many people will meet him, and yet it is still such a small number when compared to how many people there are with a possibility to access to the library.

The first page was the title page, empty and white as snow, with only these eight words written in dark ink. They were abnormally vivid, such that anyone who opened this book would not be able to miss them.

If a normal person were to open this book, they would assuredly begin to carefully consider what sort of meaning was hidden in these words. Then, with an understanding of these eight words, they would continue to read. But Chen Changsheng was different from the rest. He did not turn to the next page, instead standing up and walking to the bookshelves, seeking out several other books on Purification. After quickly flipping through them, he realized that the title pages of all these books also contained these eight words. After this, he sat back down and placed all of his mind on the pages of the book, forgetting everything else.

The words of On Purification were very simple. As he attentively read it, it didn't take long before he had finished reading the first chapter. This chapter was concerned with how one should nurture their spiritual sense. He did not stop here to think or to try, but continued reading. The following chapters were also gradually noted down in his mind. The primary topics of these chapters were how to nurture the spiritual sense, search for one's Fated Star, and how to draw starlight into the body.

He needed only one hour to finish reading it. He then closed the books, closed his eyes, and began to think.

After a dozen or so breaths, he opened his eyes, opened the book once more, and began to read.

He needed even less time to finish than the first. In the time needed for several incense sticks to burn, he had finished reading.

He then once more closed his eyes to contemplate the contents of the books.

After a few breaths of time, he opened his eyes and began to read once more.

As he repeated this procedure, the sunlight spilling in from the window was as fierce as ever.

He closed On Purification for the last time and opened it no more.

He took out a brush and ink and, without opening the book, began to record from the memories in his mind his thoughts from his readings.

It didn't take long before the paper was densely covered in words.

The instant he placed the brush on the inkstone, all the contents of On Purification were remembered in his mind like they had been carved in stone.

Crucially, this was not rote memorization, but true understanding.

This was Chen Changsheng's reading method.

This method was very special, the precious treasure he and Senior Yu Ren had obtained after ten-odd bitter years of reading books. Although the old temple of Xining Village did not seem very remarkable, the books contained within were as boundless as the sea. If one wanted to memorize so many books in the shortest time possible, one naturally required a very special ability.

With this reading method, one did not need to read a book until it was on the verge of falling apart—in reality, the vast majority of the books in Xining Village's old temple were like new, but the contents of these books had all been completely memorized by the two.

The most important phase of this method was the final step of notetaking. Whether these notes were taken down on paper or remembered in the mind, these notes were the final sorting and confirmation for the entire session of reading, and it was only after completing this step that the reader could say that they had taken all the contents of a book and made it into their own knowledge.

To finish reading On Purification and close the book was naturally not an end. Learning and constant review could be done in the mind and in notebooks, but what was the goal of reading and study? It was practice, and his goal in reading On Purification was so that he could succeed in Purification and begin to cultivate.

The first step of Purification was to condense one's spiritual sense. The spiritual sense was a human's mental strength. To explain it in more everyday terms, it was 'thought'. As long as the idea one thought was intense enough, if one concentrated enough, thoughts could transform into a sort of strength.

It did not sound difficult, as if one only needed to do the utmost to crease their brows into mountain valleys and then be able to freely travel across the magnificent mountains and rivers of their imagination, but the fact was that it wasn't this easy at all. This was because whether or not one could form a spiritual sense was completely dependent on the strength of one's soul. The strength of one's soul was purely a matter of innate talent, nothing to do with effort. No matter how much an ordinary person worked, could his soul be stronger than the reincarnation of the Heavenly Phoenix?

Chen Changsheng had prepared for cultivation for many years. To be more precise, from the moment that peculiarity with his body appeared at the age of ten, he had been silently waiting for that day to come. He knew that there was a problem with his meridians, the illness his master said he had: his nine meridians were severed and could not connect, so his soul could not circulate through his body and could only be forced out with his sweat. Although after the age of ten, his master had used medicines to suppress his illness, preventing the continued loss of his soul's essence, it was still a problem. Otherwise, why would that black Sensory Stone in the Heavenly Dao Academy's assessment have failed to sense the slightest spiritual sense in his body?

If the soul was not strong enough, how could one condense the spiritual sense?

Without spiritual sense, how could there be dispersion?

This first step of Purification—how should he take it?

He did not feel disappointment like those other people who found out that they had no hope of cultivating, let alone despair.

He firmly believed that countless years ago, there must have been countless incredibly intelligent people that had resolved this problem, because there were many people like him. In the books of the Daoist Canon, he had read accounts of how these disappointed people would find some genius method and thus become peerless experts, like Wang Zhice for example. However, he was not prepared to work in this way because he had never found a case in the Daoist Canon similar to the problem with his meridians. Even his master had said that it could not be treated, that it was just fate. He did not have the surplus time to struggle with fate, nor did he believe that he could think of a new and genius method in such a short amount of time. He enjoyed moving with the current, and he believed that if he followed existing methods, he would also be able to condense his spiritual sense. No one believed more than him in the knowledge of his forebears.

"Read one hundred times, naturally grasp the meaning."

All books related to Purification had these eight striking words. It was very obvious that these eight words were the most important part of Purification, and also the part that his predecessors wished to communicate to those that followed. But which book should he read?

Chen Changsheng looked at the dense directory on the back cover of On Purification, gazing at those sometimes fair and honest, sometimes unconventional book titles. He shook his head, somewhat surprised that after coming to the capital, he would still have to continue the life he had lived in Xining Village.

If this was a place like the Heavenly Dao Academy or Star Seizer Academy, if students needed to break through the bottleneck of Purification, a teacher would naturally tell them that the most crucial part of Purification was reading a large amount of related books, thus strengthening the soul and reaching the goal of condensing the spiritual sense in one stroke.

On Purification merely provided the general principles. What one truly needed to study was the forty-nine books listed on the back cover.

Of course, this did not at all mean that all students needed to read every one of these forty-nine books one hundred times before their soul reached a level at which they could condense the spiritual sense. In the vast majority of cases, in the process of reading, the reader's spiritual sense would be condensed and they could stop this process.

This process was not one in which the earlier one finished, the better it was. If one needed to only read one book ten times and be able to successfully condense spiritual sense, that person would presumably be the cultivator with the weakest spiritual sense in history. On the contrary, the more books one read and the more times one read them, the stronger the soul would become, yet it would still be unable to break through that thin layer of paper. When the spiritual sense was finally condensed, only this sort of spiritual sense could truly be called powerful.

If someone could read all forty-nine books on the back cover of On Purification one hundred times before finally condensing their spiritual sense, then when they drew starlight into their bodies to undergo Purification, they had a chance of reaching the level of perfection. But this sort of situation was incredibly rare. Other than those lucky enough to be born with incredible innate talent, it was basically impossible.

This was a very stimulating process. As time passed, as the number of books and the number of times one read them gradually increased, one could anticipate becoming a genius with a powerful spiritual sense, but there was also a high chance that one could ultimately fail at condensing the spiritual sense and be resigned to the life of an ordinary person.

Hope and disappointment would continuously increase over this process, ultimately becoming a gamble of epic proportions. No one knew the result of this gamble. Only after reading those books, one hundred times each, would the result appear on its own.

Read one hundred times, naturally grasp the meaning.

This was its meaning.

...

...

After reading On Purification once, Chen Changsheng did not feel any change in his body, did not sense his soul, so he naturally could not sense his spiritual sense either. He did not begin to immediately read the books listed on the back cover, but instead began to calculate.

He believed that his reading efficiency was higher than an ordinary person's, so perhaps he might not really need to read each book one hundred times, perhaps twenty to thirty times might be enough. There were forty-nine books in total on the back cover, so calculating with his average reading efficiency, for the very first round, he could only finish reading seven books, seven days to finish reading all of them once. Even if he gradually got faster with time, to completely read all these books would at least take half a year. Did he have half a year? No, so what should he do? This was the first time he felt rather vexed ever since coming to the capital.

If other people were to learn that he was feeling vexed, they would definitely be feeling something different. This was because in his calculations, it was very obvious that he only intended to condense his spiritual sense after reading all forty-nine books—if he could condense his spiritual sense, that is. In other words, from beginning to end, even if subconsciously, he was truthfully placing himself on the same level as geniuses, or even higher.

It was no wonder Tang Thirty-Six thought him very arrogant on their first meeting. He looked reticent, cautious and courteous, but in reality, in many aspects, he was inexplicably confident, making people feel that he was extremely arrogant.

...

...

As he was thinking, he was suddenly caressed by a breeze and a shadow fell, covering the words on the back cover.

Chen Changsheng raised his head and saw a pretty girl sneering at him.

At the moment, he was sitting on the floor, so this girl was naturally somewhat looking down on him from up high.

This girl was precisely Shuang'er of the Divine General of the East's estate. She looked at the books concerning Purification next to Chen Changsheng and knew what he planned to do. She jeered, "To begin Purification at the age of fourteen, you don't think you're somewhat late?"

Chen Changsheng seriously replied, "Seeking the Dao can come early or late. The early might arrive late, the late might arrive early."

Shuang'er did not expect to hear such an answer. After staring blankly at him for a few moments, she disdainfully retorted, "Forty-nine books, one hundred times, ten days, —these are the numbers left by my young lady when she condensed her spiritual sense at the age of four. The late might arrive early? Where do you plan to arrive early?"

Chen Changsheng pondered this question, but he realized that he didn't know how to answer.


To pick is to choose. This is a story about choices. Three thousand worlds full of gods and demons, with a daoist scroll in your hand, you are able to control the entire universe…

At the beginning of time, a mystical meteor came crashing down from outer space and scattered all over the world. A piece of it landed in the Eastern Continent, with mysterious totems carved upon it. Through the observation of these totems, humankind comprehended the Dao and established the Orthodoxy.

Several thousand years later, the fourteen years old orphan Chen Changsheng left his master to cure his illness and change his fate. He brought a piece of marriage vow with him to the capital, thus began the journey of a rising hero.

Learning how to read has been easier than I expected. The alphabet here has ten letters which indicate sound like "A" or "O" and five letters which indicate sounds like "R" or "K". Those letters can be made into characters which can make up words like putting together "HA" "P" and "PY" makes up the word happy. There is more than 100 characters like those and some of them are even their own words. It took me about half a year to remember all of the letters and after a year and a half I was able to completely memorize the most important characters. Now I can read basically every book I get my hands on. I even got a story book for my first birthday. I was a little worried when I got it, because books are expensive, but I heard that grandma and her son gave my mother a discount when she bought the book. Aparendly seeing a one-year-old read a book made more people interested in reading and they had gotten more books sold even to commoners like us and not only nobles.
My mother still goes to the market daily and takes me with her. She of course leaves me at grandmas care so I can continue reading. Grandmas eyesight has gotten bad so she leaves me to read by myself now. She says that she enjoys hearing me read and is happy when I come and visit her. I really like being with grandma too, but I am scared that she won't be here for that much longer… Then I'll just have to be happy as long as she's here! Reading story books ended for me when grandma stopped reading. I wanted to learn about the world around me and to do that I had to read actual books about science. I read books about biology, I read books about math, I even read medical books until  grandma found out and took those from me. I understand why she did that. Those books reminded me of a scary word. It's a word no one likes and a word that everyone is scared of. Death… The disappearance of someone. "After you die no one will remember you!"
 I wonder who said that... Death is the one thing I don't really want to learn about. Mostly it's because that would lead me to religion and I don't care for that, but also because I'm scared. No one wants to die. That is something that will always be true no matter where you are. Religion I don't really have a problem with. Here you become a part of a religion ones you are at  the age of five. That's because many children die at a very young age and so they can't really be considered "Humans" here. It is sad, because you can't let them go to the "Other world" as they say, like you can do with probably in the religion. Also you can't bury them. Those are the rules and we live by them even if it is sad.

A little girl is born to an original family in historical times. For reasons she does not know, she has been given a lot knowledge and she has a very good understanding of everything around her. Having knowledge is still not something that an original girl I her times should have and it brings her nothing bus bad luck.

When I was six, a nurse called out to my mother and asked to sign a book. That year, I came to realise that my mother is a famous literary author. 

"I want to read your books." I whined. 

"It's not as exciting as the stories you tell me." My mother smiled. 

When I was eight, I 'borrowed' my mother's books from nurse to read. That year, I came to realise that my mother is an amazing author. 

"Where did you get that?" My mother asked in surprise, recognising the book I borrowed. 

"I borrowed it from a nurse. Do you have anymore books I can read?" I asked using my all powerful superpower, sad puppy eyes.

"I do. But promise me that you will return that 'borrowed' book and apologise to the nurse?" My mother sighed helplessly. 

"Okay." I happily agreed despite being seen through. 

When I was nine, I finished reading all of my mother's works. That year, I came to realise how important I was in her heart. 

"That's because the female protagonists you write are always so brave and incredible! They're the best." I said when she found me hugging a romance novel she first published under a pen name. 

"Silly child. You're wrong. No matter how brave and incredible my characters are, they are only fictional. You are real. Remember. You are the bravest and most incredible person there is. To me, you are the best." My mother said as she began playing with my cheeks. 

When I was ten, I asked my mother if I could be the female protagonist in her next book. That year, my mother said she is retiring as an author to become an editor due to writers block.

"It's only for a little while. I'll write again soon." My mother comforted the crying me. 

"Really?" I asked.

"Really. I want to write the best book I can and have you read it first." She said with a sparkle of certainty in her eyes. 

On my 20th birthday, my mother published her newest work after a ten year hiatus. After being given a very special reading by the author herself, I realised why my mother took ten years to write this novel. 

"I want to read it." I said, surrounded by my family. 

"How about this, I'll read it to you. It's been a long time since I've told you a story." My mother pretended, not knowing I could see the obvious tear stain on her face. 

My mother then read it to me. She was by my side everyday, reading 'There Is Sweetness Within Bitterness, That Is Happiness'. When she couldn't read anymore, my father came. When he couldn't read, my brother came. Then on the last day, my mother finished the last page. 

But unfortunately. I was too tired to hear the ending.

“Lan’er. Didn’t you already read that?” Her mother asked, pointing to her newest novel in her hands. 

“That’s because the female protagonists you write are always so brave and incredible! They’re the best.” Huang Yue Lan proudly spoke.

Her mother reached towards her and lightly pinched her cheeks before shaking her head. “Silly child. You’re wrong. No matter how brave and incredible my characters are, they are only fictional. You are real. Remember. You are the bravest and most incredible person there is. To me, you are the best.”

Years later, surrounded by her family on her deathbed Yue Lan pointed at a book by her bedside. 

“Is that your newest book?” She asked softly. 

Her mother nodded and grabbed the book, ‘There Is Sweetness Within Bitterness, That Is Happiness’. 

“I want to read it.” She declared.

“How about this, I’ll read it to you. It’s been a long time since I’ve told you a story.” Her mother said with a forced smile. 

Yue Lan was too tired to argue so she simply nodded. She listened as her mother told her the story until the very end. Leaving with a smile on her face. 

In death, she received her second chance at life. In the world her mother created. In the world of ‘There Is Sweetness Within Bitterness, That Is Happiness’.

-Weekly releases-

When Hermione first woke up she couldn't figure out where she was. Slowly she remembered last night. Yes, she was finally in Hogwarts.

She immediately emptied her truck and went to the bathroom after choosing her clothes. She quickly wore her school uniform after showering and brushing her teeth.

After putting her books on the shelf, she hung the clothes in the closet. She was lucky that she did not have to worry about ironing or cleaning because of the enchantments. When she went down to the common room, she couldn't see anyone around. She immediately chose a book of her interest from the bookcase next to the fireplace and sat on one of the seats. After a while, upper class students started to go down.

"Good morning," said a blonde girl, smiling. "You're early. Breakfast wıll be ready in half an hour, do you want to come with us?" she asked.

"Thank you for your offer. Why not?. I'm used to waking up with the first light of the morning. Do you know when the lessons begin?" Hermione asked.

"You will not have a lot of lessons because you are first class, only the main lessons. So your first lesson starts at 9:30 am - 10:00 am. Don't worry. Professor Flitwick(our head of house)will deliver the curriculum. You can also find announcements and the questions shared on the board,  it hangs on the wall between the stairs. " She said whıle pointing and she brought a book from the bookcase and started reading it.

"Thank you," Hermione said, and walked over to the board after replacing the book.

The school rules in the booklet, which were given when purchasing their books, were written on the board, there were only minor differences so Hermione started reading the rules:

Rules of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

1. First years who answer questions for the first lessons correctly earns 10 points whichever houses they belong.

2. Each correct answer will be awarded 5 to 10 points by professors and with each wrong answer 5-10 points will be deducted.

3. Bullying is prohibited. Those who fight and bully if caught will cause 10 to 15 points to be deducted in case it`s proven that spell are used 20 to 50 points will be deducted.

4. 5 points will be deducted for taking library books out of castle without permission.

5. 5 points will be awarded each students helping their classmates for practical courses.

6. Between  10:00 p.m. – 6:00 a.m. students are forbidden to leave house rooms. 20 to 50 points will be deducted if caught wondering corridors or castle by stuffs and prefects.

7. Students will be deducted 10 points for being late to their classes without  permit (except the first years first class)

8. All professors should be respected and 10 points will be deducted for insulting teacher.

9. Winner of Quidditch will be awarded by 200 points, runner ups 150 points, third house 100 points and the fourth house 50 points.

10. Winner House of House Cup will be awarded privileges the next year till the end of the year.

They will be exempted from curfew for extra one (11:00 p.m. – 5:00 a.m. for the winner house) . They can read books from restricted shelves in the library with the permission of professor. Each member of house has a right to be exempted from any exam or homework for once and will not lose points and have average passing mark for their exam or homework.  Quidditch  team can reserve training grounds for Fridays. (Be warned those privileges will be lost next year if not used )

And so on the rules were going on. It was nearly time for breakfast and Hermione with others went to the great hall but it was deserted and only some Hufflepuffs and Slytherins were in the hall, no Gryfinndor.

Professor Flitwick came to their table and gave their curriculum. Hermoine quicly looked it and focused on today's courses:

SCHEDULE (MONDAY-FIRST YEAR RAWENCLAWS)

7:30AM......….BREAKFAST
GREAT HALL


9:30 AM......….....POTIONS
DUNGEONS                S.SNAPE


10:30 AM........…....DADA
CLASS 31                    Q.QUIRRELL


11:30 AM...…....…MAGICAL THEORY
CLASS 67                     S.VECTOR


12:30 PM......….LUNCH
GREAT HALL


2:30 PM......…........ DADA
CLASS 31                        Q.QUIRRELL


7:30 PM......…. DINNER
GREAT HALL

According  to the schedule they had nine lessons and three joint lessons with each houses. Potions, flying and Charms with Hufflepuffs;  DADA, Magical Theory and Astronomy with Slytherins and Herbology, Hıstory of Magic and Transfiguration with Gryfinndors.  An interesting year is waiting them. As she thought about future she kept eating her breakfast and then returned her room for preparing the first day.

The protagonist finds herself in HP as Hermione Granger. She starts a new adventure in a new world. 

*I don't own any of the original Harry Potter characters, plots, and anything related to Harry Potter series as it credited to the original author. 

* English isn't my mother tongue so I will struggle to convey my ideas so bear with it. I'm only writing this as I am enjoying myself. I'll go in my pace. Hope you like it, even if you don't, it's not important. Have fun...

first year reading books

Required(good books that need)Reading

a series of dreams

King of Summons

Reaper of the Martial World

Reaper Of The Wizarding World

A Lonely Library

Way of Choices

The knowledge I live with

There Is Sweetness Within Bitterness, That Is Happiness

Erised

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