Noku was walking home from the store one day until it all changed. Not remembering anything about how he ended up in some hospital full of Dokas, people who looked somewhat like humans but with blue skin, antennas, and slime coating their skin. Noku runs from the hospital for what seemed like an eternity until he ran into other “humans” only to discover he is in the same time period but on a different world. Follow Noku’s journey as he unravels mysteries of his new world and tries to go home to deliver his groceries to his mom.

WARNING! WARNING! DONT READ! DONT READ! DONT READ! THIS IS JUST TESTING! TESTING!

(╯°□°)╯︵ ┻━┻ 

FLIP THAT TABLE. 

┻━┻ ︵ ヽ(°□°ヽ) FLIP THIS TABLE. 

┻━┻ ︵ ＼\('0')/／ ︵ ┻━┻ FLIP ALL THE TABLES 

ಠ_ಠ Son...ಠ_ಠ Put. 

ಠ__ಠ The tables.

 ಠ___ಠ Back. 

(╮°-°)╮┳━┳ (╯°□°)╯︵ ┻━┻ NEVER!!!! 

Devil author: Helline

That was Kim Dok-Ja. That sentence, it definitely came from him. She didn't need to hear his voice to know that.
Han Su-Yeong wrote the next sentence.
⸢What's this, you were alright?⸥
Being an author didn't mean you were in control of every word you write. And also, she was the type of person who could only write stuff like that. However, Kim Dok-Ja should be able to read that fine. Because he was the greatest reader she knew.
Knock.
Along with a slight knocking noise, she heard his laughter. Sounds of weapons clashing coming from everywhere hurt her ears. Her companions were still bitterly fighting. No time to leisurely waste time, in other words.
⸢You knew this would happen from the get-go, didn't you?⸥
⸢.....■■■■■⸥
She couldn't clearly see the sentence written on the wall. As if, the communication earlier was just a pure fluke of really low odds.
⸢Hey, you! Write legibly, will ya?!⸥
Even though Jang Ha-Yeong was helping out here, Kim Dok-Ja's message still couldn't be seen.

['Wall of Impossible Communication' is unleashing its power!]

Tsu-chuchuchut!
Far too many sentences were aimlessly floating above the wall.
Every single one of them happened to be what she and the rest of the companions said to Kim Dok-Ja. Some of them were clear to see, while some were indistinct.
"Su-Yeong-ah."
".....I know."
While listening to Jang Ha-Yeong's voice, Han Su-Yeong reached out to the wall one more time. She tried really hard to find Kim Dok-Ja's message by combining the floating sentences.

[Fable, 'Predictive Plagiarism', has begun its storytelling!]

[Target is an existence you can't understand!]

What connected each letter was context. Letters cast out in the sea without context were akin to a book that had been created to be unreadable.
⸢"I'm going home now."⸥
⸢"You'll lend me a spare battery when we go camping?"⸥
All she could do now was to connect those context-less sentences somehow. Inject context into these nonsensical sentences to give them meaning. Shuffle those that weren't plot development so that they looked like it.
However, it was not enough. No matter how she connected them, there would always be some part without meaning.
"Kim Dok-Ja! Say something! What is the plan?! Just what do you want us to do here?!"
No reply came back to her. The roaring Outer God King was still battling the Constellations. The heavily-bleeding companions were collapsing within the storm of aftermaths.
Han Su-Yeong gritted her teeth. It was fine if Kim Dok-Ja didn't want to say it. The important part was reading his intentions. His intentions of making such a move without letting his companions know of his plans.
It was to figure out his thought process on choosing to become the Outer God King.
It was then words began gathering one by one.
⸢If the Ways of Survival was behind a paywall, just how much have I used it so far?⸥
⸢If I had ₩20,000,000 in my bank account, what would I feel?⸥
⸢If there are two rooms, then how does the remaining one get filled up, usually?⸥
"....If I had met you back in the normal world, I would never ever have become your friend."
Those words seemed randomly thrown out like a memo. She still collected those words and sentences, anyway.
An excellent writer had to be an excellent reader first. And Han Su-Yeong knew a way to read such things.
⸢How does one go about making money?⸥
One had to accept that sometimes, you'll run into a sentence you can't comprehend yet and flip the page over. Just so that, one day, you'd able to read that sentence when you did return to the very same page later.

[Target is an existence you can't understand!]

There was no choice but to desperately flip the pages over and over again, and then some more, to gather as many clues on those impossible sentences.
⸢Doesn't my life have money-making Probability or something?⸥
Tsu-chuchuchu....!
She saw Jeong Hui-Won kneeling down in the distance. Yi Seol-Hwa ran over and supported her, while Yu Sang-Ah and Yi Hyeon-Seong blocked the weapons flying in her direction.

[Bureau's Probability is restricting your interference in the scenario!]

Kim Dok-Ja was right. Probability was to blame for everything.
The reason why he was poor, why they ended up in this state.

[Bureau's Probability is confining your body!]

Tsu-chuchuchut!
Probability in this world was basically power. The scenario would flow towards those possessing more plausible Probability.

[Your Nebula has violated far too much Probability.]

Han Su-Yeong knew that. This storm of aftermath was the reward for overcoming many dangerous situations through sheer luck. They had so many companions yet none were lost on their way to the Final Scenario.
On the other hand, other Incarnations had to sacrifice so much more trying to get this far.
⸢Why only they.....⸥
⸢This is unfair.⸥
⸢Do you know how hard we had to struggle to get this far?⸥
<Kim Dok-Ja Company> had violated far too much Probability. No one was sacrificed when one was needed. Or, more correctly, only one person got continuously sacrificed.
"Kim Dok-Ja."
He died multiple times and got resurrected again.
He even revived someone that should've died. While using the revival attribute, or even visiting the Underworld, and going so far as to alter the future.
⸢And that's why Kim Dok-Ja had to become the Enemy of the Story.⸥
Because all the Great Fables <Kim Dok-Ja Company> had compiled didn't have enough Probability.
Han Su-Yeong grasped at the sentences as if she was scratching the wall. It was then a new sentence suddenly floated up.
⸢"For the time being, you take over the Nebula's safe."⸥
This was a conversation she had with Kim Dok-Ja not too long ago.
⸢"....What's this? I might end up spending it all, you know?"⸥
She received the authority to manage the safe via the system. She wondered what possessed Mister Miser Kim Dok-Ja to do this. Back then, she figured that he was simply too lazy to manage the finances and dumped the job on her shoulders, instead.

[Would you like to confirm the current balance?]

However, would that Kim Dok-Ja really hand over the 'safe' to someone else with that reasoning?
As if she had been entranced, Han Su-Yeong opened the safe.
⸢"Wow, you saved up a lot, haven't you. What a miserly guy you are. What are you planning to do by saving up this much, though?"⸥
⸢"They have their uses."⸥
There was a humongous amount of Coins saved up in the safe. More than enough treasure to tempt any star was hidden inside there. And this was the most basic currency of sponsorship, and the power source to move the scenario.
⸢One of the most powerful Fables in this world is [Coins].⸥
However, there weren't all that many things one could do with Coins now, whether that was reinforcing the Incarnation Bodies or purchasing stuff from the [Dokkaebi Bunble].
That's why she was quite curious. What was the point of so obsessively hoarding all these Coins?

[Will you spend these Coins for the growth of the 'Great Fable'?]

And then, Han Su-Yeong finally realised that very reason.
"I will."

[Nebula's cache of 143,245,199 Coins will be paid to the Probability!]

Ku-gugugugu!
The moment her declaration came to an end, Fables rushed in like wild predators lusting after fresh meat. Entrancing golden light blanketed the companions.

[Great Fable, 'Demon World's Spring', is greedily gorging on the Coin's Fable!]

[Great Fable Torch that Swallowed the Myth's figure is ballooning up!]

[Great Fable Season of Light and Darkness's contrast is getting even clearer!]

The Great Fables would grow to possess even more power by devouring the available funds. The Fable's details would be realised more faithfully, viscerally, and also more colourfully.
Ku-gugugugu!
When the strengths of the Great Fables began resisting the Bureau's Probability, both the Great Dokkaebis and Constellations began panicking.
Jeong Hui-Won's sword grew lighter and lighter, while Yi Hyeon-Seong's shield was getting sturdier and sturdier. Monstrous beasts and insect kings Shin Yu-Seung and Yi Gil-Yeong summoned began tearing into the Constellations in the back.
"Fire!!"
Yi Ji-Hye's battleship began firing its cannons and the Incarnations in the frontlines dissipated without a trace.
Unfortunately, their higher odds of victory lasted only for a brief while.

[Bureau's Probability has increased its level of restriction!]

The jet-black rifts began spreading in the heavens from the excessive usage of the Probability. The entire stage for the scenario was shaking unsteadily.
Fables began leaking out from the mouths of several Great Dokkaebis. They had bet their lives on this must-win battle. In order to create the conclusion they wanted to see, these Dokkaebis personally jumped into the scenario and willingly became the part of the story.
Tsu-chuchuchut!
"Black Flame Dragon!"
Powerful [Black Flame] wrapped around Han Su-Yeong. While filtering away attacks coming in at her, more [Black Flames] were fired out. Right next to her, Jan Ha-Yeong was relying on the Murim's skills to guard her back.
Why did Kim Dok-Ja entrust her with this role?
There was someone better suited for this job, the protagonist of a certain story. However, Kim Dok-Ja still entrusted this job to her.
Su-susususu....
Jang Ha-Yeong's wall was scattering away again. It was going away after exhausting all its powers.
The Bureau's restrictions made it harder to even breathe.
Kim Dok-Ja, momentarily within reach, grew distant again. The flow of the story was once more going over to the Great Dokkaebis. Han Su-Yeong cried out.

[Your ■■ is 'Neverending Story'.]

A story where none would be lost.
A story, where everyone would live together in a huge house at the end of all the scenarios.
The companions were fighting for that simple dream. However, their Probability wasn't enough and that dream couldn't become reality.

[Constellation, 'Abyssal Black Flame Dragon', is now looking at his own Incarnation.]

It was right then, a lightbulb flashed brightly in her head.
Not enough Probability?
⸢The reason why Kim Dok-Ja entrusted this role to Han Su-Yeong and not Yu Jung-Hyeok.⸥

[Constellation, 'Maritime War God', is looking at Incarnation 'Han Su-Yeong'.]

Drip, drip...
Blood dripped down from her wounded shoulder. Han Su-Yeong haphazardly wrapped some bandages around the injury and looked up at the sky.
There they were, distant stars of <Star Stream>, visible among the storm of sparks raining down. Far, far more Constellations than ever before were watching the last moments of this world.

[Many Constellations are dissatisfied with this scenario's development!]

[Quite a number of Constellations are criticising the tyranny of the Bureau and the Myth-grade Constellations....!]

Han Su-Yeong suddenly smiled insidiously. "That's right. You were all Constellations...."
Kim Dok-Ja should've known this. Because, he too was a Constellation.
He was a reader who knew better than anyone on how to make a scenario more entertaining and even tenser than before.
⸢And that's why Kim Dok-Ja hadn't said anything to his companions.⸥
Han Su-Yeong clenched her hand tightly. Since she had spent all the Coins, she was now literally empty-handed.
However, Kim Dok-Ja hadn't just left her with Coins only.
"....When the first scenario started, you all said this to us. That we had been living for free. So, we should start paying the price for that."
What Kim Dok-Ja had left behind was...

[Constellation, 'Bald General of Justice', is focusing on Incarnation Han Su-Yeong's words.]

[Constellation, 'One-eyed Maitreya', is focusing on Incarnation Han Su-Yeong's words.]

...The entirety of their lives lived so far.
"What you said back then, I'm returning it in full back to you."
Along with Han Su-Yeong's signal, Biyu shut the channel off as if she was waiting for that.
And then, the Constellations' channel went dark.

[Channel BY-9158's all broadcast screens have been blocked.]

[Constellation, 'Heavenly Wind God', is panicking at the sudden blackout!]

[Constellation, 'Joseon's Number One Sorcerer', wishes to see what happens next!]

After the world had fallen into darkness, the panicky voices of Constellations from other scenario locations watching the channel could be heard resounding out.
Every subscriber had to go through Biyu's channel to watch the <Kim Dok-Ja Company>'s story. Even those subscribing to other channels had no choice but to see this world through Biyu's, at least at this moment.
"From now on, our story will be a paid service."


<Episode 93. Omniscient Author's Viewpoint (5)> Fin.

Only I know the end of this world.
One day our MC finds himself stuck in the world of his favorite webnovel. What does he do to survive? It is a world struck by catastrophe and danger all around.
His edge? He knows the plot of the story to end. Because he was the sole reader that stuck with it. Read his story to see how he survives!

Looking at the map at a low angle of about 30 degrees from the direction of the employee's building, the words "Mbmstlib13" appeared when lining up the gaps in the shading of the map.

Dividing up the words, he got M, bmst, lib, and 13. The only text that had some semblance of a clue was "lib", which likely meant that the location is somewhere in the library. As for M, bmst and 13, he had a feeling he would understand when he arrives at the library. 

He went to the dining area, grabbed several pieces of flavored bread and headed to the library.

Everything in the library looked like before; a long wooden table split the library into two sections. In the two sections, there was a table in each corner. There were three floors, and one can look down from the second and third floors to the central area. All the walls were filled with books, parchments, and scrolls of various materials,  shapes and sizes. Some of them even had chains that bound them to the shelves. 

Xylos had some suspicions that the steganography might be pointing to one of those books. From the memory he received, the library had a variety of books many were magical in nature only readable to those that have a matching core; some are even antagonistic causing harm to those of the opposing magic system; some could even pull in a reader (both figuratively and literally) into the book and try to convert or scare them.

Xylos really hoped that the thing he was looking for isn't one of those. He felt that the words "bmst" was an abbreviation for a book. He searched the library for most of the afternoon. Whenever he felt hungry, he would eat half of the bread and keep going.

At the end of the day,  he found three potential books. The first one was a book called "Bryant's mystical spectral tarots", the second was a hardcover book with the words "bmst" written on all surfaces with a keyhole illustrated on the front cover, and the third was a chained book called "Beryl's musical scores and travels."

The only reason he recalled those books was that the authors seem to have tried really hard to come up with meaningful names using B, M, S, and T as the letters for starting a word.

He went through the first book and it was a personal illustration of all the major and minor arcana of what looked like a tarot deck each depicting a personification of worldly constants such as Death, Stars, Sun, Moon, Key, Mana, and Life.

It was a beautiful art book that seemed to encompass all aspects of life. Each card also had a rune near the bottom of the page. When he touched an image, it had a texture relative to what was drawn. For example, the moon would feel cool and solid to the touch, grass can either feel rough as if they are drying up or flexible as if it was fresh and vibrant. For a moment, Xylos even felt that he smelled something from one of the images. He even had a moment, where he could swear that he saw one of the more provocative female personifications winked at him as he was flipping through the pages. 

He was completely engrossed in the artbook; drawn in by the texture and the feeling that the image is alive.  He didn't notice that every time he flipped a page, the rune on the back page would fade out for a moment before appearing again slightly dimmer than before.

When he finished reading the book, he felt a rush of heat flow from his chest. It surprised him at first but on further inspection, nothing seems to have changed about his state. It felt similar to a rush that happened when a person pulled themselves out of a state of concentration and just realized that the room was hotter than before.

He put the artbook aside and opened the book titled "bmst," the moment he touched it he felt mana flow into him and reflect back after reaching his core. As it happened, he almost threw away the book out of fear. This was one of the magic books that checked if the reader had a matching magic system before it would show its contents. Luckily, it wasn't one of those books that attacked the reader if he or she wasn't.

As he expected, when he opened the book every page either had a single word "bmst" on it or was blank. The illustrated keyhole on the page looked suspicious and a thought came to his mind that maybe if he drew a "key" rune depicted in the previous book and pressed it against the lock the contents would appear or something would happen.

Thus, he took a piece of rune paper, folded it four times so it could fit in the palm of his hand and then drew the "key" rune from the artbook on it. Sadly,  he didn't feel anything when the rune was drawn. Regardless, he pressed the piece of paper at the keyhole hoping for something to happen. He waited for a few minutes...

and then some more...

but as he somewhat expected...

nothing happened...without a second thought, he drew the words "Key" vertically on another folded piece of rune paper. The moment he compiled the spell using his system, the piece of paper started glowing; at the same time, the "bmst" book seems to glow with the same color. 

Xylos cautiously pushed the glowing "key" rune into the illustrated keyhole. It went right in and created an audible click before the paper dissipated into the air.

Xylos watched the book for a moment before hesitantly opened the book. He flipped to a random page noticed a blank page, however this time something that looked like an ink figurine appeared on the page. It performed a series of eloquent movements; some looked like a dance; some looked like a stage performance, and some even looked like fighting and grappling moves. Each action caused the page to fill up with various things such as fire, stars, spirits of various colors and shapes, plants, and small to large animals. Once the page was filled with things the page would automatically flip over. 

The ink figurine performed from page to page, creating all sorts of things until it stopped unwillingly at the final page before it looked up and looked at Xylos with an abstract smile...then it abruptly jumped out of the page toward his face. Xylos reeled back in surprise only to see the figurine vanish before reaching him. He immediately inspected himself to make sure that nothing happened to his body or core. To his relief, everything was the same.

It didn't seem like a coincidence that both books were magical in one way or another. He promptly put the "bmst" book away; he had a feeling it was like those mischevious books that liked surprising incompatible readers. 

He made his way to the chained book titled "Beryl's musical scores and travels" on the second floor of the library. Standing some distance away, he inspected the book. Slowly but surely, some sort of music started coming out of the book. It started with a slow flute melody before the sound of a piano, a trumpet, and a violin joined in and built a fast-paced epic; it sounded like a person setting out for a grand adventure for the first time. 

The longer he listened to it,  the louder the music became until it drowned out everything in the library. He tried to pull away but the felt the music resonate comfortably inside his body and he closed his eyes to take in the feeling. He only did so because he felt his body rejuvenating with each beat, tone, and rhythm from the music. Finally, it seemed to evoke the image of rhythmically dancing figures and calm shifting landscapes in his mind-eye. He felt powerful and unrestrained, indulging in a feeling of comfort and boundlessness. 

He didn't know how much time passed but when the music faded he opened his eyes, he found himself standing in the center of a large clearing surrounded by tall trees on all sides.

"Where am I now...?"

Xylos was copied from another universe into another with all his memories intact into the body of an "Artificial Human" at an experimental facility. It was a world of magic with a familiar system, but alas, as a failed product with an incomplete core, he only has a month to live. How will he survive?

thawk!"this is what you, the reader can hear. or, at least can imagine hearing this noise.
and you should be hearin-"thud" there it is. the noise of someone falling on the ground.

were did it come from? well the noise you just heard came from  someone getting there lights knocked out by another person. not enough details?
 well then let me tell you how they look.

the person that got knocked out is a tall buff man, looking to be in his mid 30s. he has black hair and black eyes, with a grey goatee. he is about 6'6 foot tall (198 cm). hes got some muscle on him but quite a bit of it is fat. if rated in the looks department them he would be rated a 3/10, because right now he has 2 missing tooth and a black eye. if your curious about his name, well your not getting one. he has a simple white t-shirt and cargo pants, with no shoes.

now how about the person that knocked him out? well she is a fit woman. she is about 5'10 feet tall(175 cm). she has short  blue hair with a bit of green in it. now to say shes fit was a understatement. i mean, she is sporting a six pack for crying out loud! however, her feminine looks still stays. rating in the looks department about a solid 8/10.

(if you are still confused as too how fit she is then just think how fit mikasa is, that's how fit she is) her name is a bit important, or at least her title 'the champ!' is. her name is not something that is quite known in the underground fighting ring, even if she is the champion of it. if your curious to how old she is, well my parents always taught me never to ask a woman for her age.















she is 29 years old. what? in this day and age where a person that looks like there 18 could actually be 15 means that rule doesn't apply here. i mean think about it,if a guy is 20 and actually asked a girl her age and she told him she is 15 then he would not have sex with her at the party. now he is a pedo and in jail for having sex with a minor. simply because he was being a gentleman.
anyways, back to the story. she has a sports bra and yoga pants. 

now then, you may be wondering why we are talking about this place, the underground fighting stage. well you see dear reader, our young mc is currently waiting for his turn to face the champ. yes, somehow she is so good that she usually fights 10 'brave' warriors each match. i call them 'brave' but the fact that she can knock someone that looks like twice her size in one punch means that these guys are either suicidal  or just suicidal or masochists. because 8 of them are guys with there aura locked, and the other dude that had his aura unlocked only lasted 10 seconds before getting knocked out. a lot better than just 3 seconds but not enough.

anyways, the guy that got knocked out a little while ago is being taken off the stage. and a man came towards our mc and said "your the last one, try and last 10 seconds bud." 
now, lets get into our mc perspective.

gray pov
after the guy left I started getting ready to fight the champ. And by ready I mean the bodyguards making sure I don't have any concealed weapons.
I had quickly realized that I am going to have to take off my watch, just when it could be useful luck said "fuck you!" and now I can't even use it! *sigh* oh well hopefully I can make it up with the fact that I now know the champ's first move, a good old left hook to the face, and I know she got some aura moves in her deck.

World building
This one is going over, you guessed it: aura moves! Moves that take aura to put it simply, but that doesn't mean that it's not important! So how about I not only explain how aura moves function in the world of rwby but also the history of how they came to be. Lets start with the history of aura.

When man came into existence, there was a looming threat that could wipe them of the face of remnant before they could leave a mark. The grimm. Creatures of the night, something that doesn't have fear, something you can't reason with, and something that runs on the negative emotion of them. They are the definition of evil, as they murder everything that has negative emotion. At least animal kill other animal for food.

But enough about grimm, lets talk about man, for you see man had stayed even after the rough beginning they had. How? Well there are 3 reasons as too why mankind lasted so long.
1.dust. a crystalized form of the elements. They are not only useful as a weapon against the grimm but a useful form of energy that is still being used to this day. They come in different sizes and energy, as some dust are so pure they could run a city for 5 years! Of course the more pure they are, the more rare they are.

2.intellect. this one is obvious, as mankind has evolved from using simple metal sword to complex weapon changing weapons. Not only that but the intellect of mankind has made everything much more accessible. When in the beginning eating meat everyday sounded difficult now you can eat as much as you want.so long as you have lien.

3. Aura. the thing that helped mankind drive back the grimm, and something that could be used in such a unique amount of ways that it's actually mind blowing. The first man name that has been lost to time had gotten himself in a one on one fight with an alpha Beowulf.

 In that time, fighting a Beowulf with 2 people was insane, and they could not imagine fighting a alpha Beowulf alone. But somehow, the man came out victories. He had later explained what had happened to him. For the fact that I am rewriting this a second time imam keep the story short.
 The man had fought the beast and had gotten hit with it's claws tearing his clothes and cut his skin. Not to deep neither to shallow. He then had a flashback, of his life. Knowing he was close to death he got up and charged right at it, knowing he was going to die.

But fate had been on his side as he noticed he was coted in some white aura on his body, before it faded away. When he reach close to the Beowulf he swung his sword, and the Beowulf swiped it's claws at him. The Beowulf and man clashed and the Beowulf was supposed to be able to overpower the man. 

Key word being try in that sentence, as the Beowulf could not send the man flying, as it had done to others before. To keep it short, the man killed the Beowulf, told other people what happened. 
Nobody  believed  him until there was a grimm attack and he had killed 6 of them singlehandedly.
 From then on more and more people emerged with there aura unlocked. Until they had figured out how too unlock aura without getting a brush of death. This is the birth of the huntsman.(there was about a good 400 words in this story till my laptop ran out of battery and shut down, not saving it. So I gave up on redoing it and just told you what happened, sorry.)

Now of course I have yet to reach on aura moves. So lets talk about this. You see, about 300 years ago there was a hunter called Zhall Suberfus. Came from no royal family and was a simple commoner. Yet, he became one of the most powerful figure in that time.

 How? Well it's simple when you connect the dots really. Because this is the creator of aura moves. He had made 3 simple yet deadly aura moves. Sword slash, Quick flash and finally overcharge. He had dominated every battle and was known as the war hero of haven.

 He had lived all the way until his 80th birthday, were he decided to tell the world off how he became so powerful. He had planned to make it a family secret but when his son and  grandson decided to become a merchant's he decided that he should tell the whole world.
The idea of aura moves require a few things and follows some rules, so let me tell you what these are.

1.technique:when it comes to aura moves this is needed. Too fully learn a proper movement you have to practice the movement to even activate your aura move. Meaning for the average joe with their aura unlocked then they would have to continuously practice the movement until it becomes muscle memory. This would not be a problem if it didn't use aura.

2. aura:this you can tell from the title, but every aura move consume's aura. the more powerful you want it the more aura it uses, although there is a way to reduce the cost of aura, like perfecting the technique or just having enough raw power.

3.physical ability: your aura technique relies on how strong or fast you are.the more a move is out of your physical ability the more aura it costs. This is arguably the most important as aura moves just increase the power of the user.

 if you don't understand, let me give an example. ruby, she specializes in speed, but if her sister taught her a grab move that she can flip anyone over, then she need to have enough strength to flip them over. the aura is to just increase the power of it. proper movement is just to do it correctly and decrease the cost of aura. the most important thing is having enough raw power.

Hopefully this cleared everything about aura moves. Now back to our mc

A young man is sent to remnant. Yet it isn't quite like the show. Come and watch as how Gray learns and survives the world that grimm rules, for the grimm are more of a threat than w know.....


[warning! this story isn't perfect. As i began writing this i was shaking of rust from not writing a story in months.]

[ So early chapters are pretty ugly. add on that i only edited chapter 1 and 2, expect mistakes from chapter 3 till around 11.( they aren't edited).]

[ So grammar isn't strong here. but i think it's readable. it's you're choice to read or not, but i only ask you give this a shot.]

"…You're going to go through all of these?"

The Mercenary King urgently chased behind Cale, who was heading toward the center of the area that was full of thousands of books. He seemed to be nervous.

"Cale, I remember what you told me when you made me the offer."

Bud Illis recalled the things Cale told him the first time they met.

"You asked me to show you the Directory."

The Directory was not a file that even the Mercenary King could easily show others. However, he still brought Cale here, even acting stealthily in the process.
There was a simple reason for it.

"You said you needed to know the White Star's history."

Cale turned his head and looked toward the Mercenary King.

The Mercenary King flinched.

It was because Cale's eyes did not look human for a moment.

They were cold and emotionless. It was as if he was looking at an object.
However, those thoughts quickly disappeared once Cale started to speak.

Cale had not told the Mercenary King much information about the White Star. However, it was time to share some details.

"The White Star is a reincarnator who has gone through many lives for approximately 1,000 years."

That was enough.
Cale confirmed the Mercenary King's expression changing before turning back around and heading toward the records.

Bud just blankly stared at Cale's back.

Pat. Pat.

He only returned to his senses and started to speak after the ancient Dragon patted his shoulders before walking past him. The ancient Dragon was approaching Cale.

"…Eruhaben-nim, are you saying the White Star is someone who repeatedly died and was born again?"
"Yes. He reincarnated over and over."

Eruhaben looked toward Cale who stopped in front of a desk and was looking around before continuing to speak.

"That is why we came here to look for records about him. He should have left traces throughout the Eastern and Western continents during his reincarnations."

Bud quickly responded back.

"…There's no way that we have no records on such a strong individual."

However, Bud's lips opened and closed a few times without saying anything before he stopped hesitating and continued to speak.

"However, it is close to impossible to find traces of him in these tens of thousands of books."

As the current Mercenary King, he had the most knowledge about these records than any other living being.

"Each book has hundreds of people listed in it. It is … Almost not realistic to go through hundreds of thousands of individuals."

He peeked toward Ron Molan before continuing to speak.

"Of course, I have a good knowledge of all of the strong individuals in the past fifty years. Those are considered the, 'currently recording,' information."

Ron Molan was an example of a strong individual from the Eastern continent whose traces had disappeared.
That was why the Mercenaries Guild was keeping his record under the, 'currently recording,' status.

"…Around two hundred years might be doable, but a thousand years is just-"
"Bud."

Someone cut him off.
It was Cale.

"Where is the first-ever record?"

"Haaaaaaaaa."

Bud sighed at Cale who seemed ready to start looking from the first-ever record. He quickly walked over to Cale.

"Cale, are you planning on spending the next few years in here? Hmm?"

Bud was getting frustrated.
He didn't understand why such a smart person would pick such a method.

"I'm sure it will be helpful to look up his past since the White Star is a reincarnator. However, there are 1,000 years worth of records."

Bud picked up a book from the bookshelf and opened it up.

"It has each strong individual's birth, date, and general information about their lives. Furthermore, we also record the powers they use. Each book has hundreds of such records."

Bud had felt like he was going to suffocate when he first became the Mercenary King and came in here.
He was overwhelmed by the information.

At the same time, it helped him understand how the Mercenaries Guild was able to remain a strong force in the Eastern continent without having any land of their own.

They had records that were just as valuable as land.
In some aspects, this was the scariest power.
That was the overwhelming nature of these records.

Bud started to point out the issues in Cale's plans one by one.

"Even if you start reading from the first record, it would be difficult to remember the first strong individual in the book by the time you are only a third of the way through it."

Even a person with a good memory would find it difficult to remember over thirty people's information.
Just looking through three of the books would make it confusing to remember which information belonged to whom.

"Furthermore, how do you plan on finding traces of the White Star? How will you be able to tell which strong individual was the White Star's first incarnation?"

Bud had smelled quite a number of scents coming from the White Star.
He had a variety of ancient powers like Cale such that it was difficult to accurately pinpoint everything.

"Plus, Cale, don't you need to quickly capture the White Star? What you are trying to do will require a bunch of people working nonstop for months, no, years to achieve."

It was impossible to just read and remember all of these records.
You had to divide up the task with others.

Bud then said the thing that confused him the most.

"I'm sure you know about this fact more than anybody else. So why are you doing this?"

Cale picked up the book that Bud pulled out and turned the pages.

Shhh.

The pages that were stiff like new books thanks to the preservation magic quickly turned one by one.
Bud who was watching this could not help but speak again.

"Cale Henituse, this-"
"It's fine for me."

Bud flinched.

He was not the only one.
The rest of the group who were busy looking around at the area focused on Cale.
Bud asked the calm Cale a question.

"…What?"

'What did he just say?
He is capable of doing what I just talked about?
But how?
…I don't smell such an ability on him.'

Bud looked at Cale smile as Cale stopped looking at the book and turned back toward him.

"First, one week."

Cale did not plan on staying here for a long time either.

"I will find the first within that time."

The strong individual he believed to be the first incarnation of the White Star.
If he finds that person's birth and death, then he just needed to look for the next information based on the time of death.

Cale's group knew about the White Star's Dragon Slayer powers and ancient powers. Of course, Bud did not know the details because none of them had told him yet.
Cale's group had a decent amount of knowledge on the White Star's powers.
That was why it was possible to find the first incarnation.

"…How? How will you find the first incarnation?"

Cale chuckled while looking at Bud who was standing there with a blank expression on his face.
It was similar to the expressions people had when Kim Rok Soo had first awakened.

Kill or be killed.
Live or let live.

The war between monsters and humans.
The war between humans and humans.

It was a world full of destruction because of all of that.

Kim Rok Soo had been determined to have awakened an ability that was useless in such a world, an ability that would only help him in a peaceful world.

However, that power allowed Kim Rok Soo to keep living without dying.
He confidently answered the confused Bud's question.

"Take a look."

He then asked.

"Where is it?"

Bud stood there quietly for a while before pointing to a location.

"The innermost shelf. The first book on the bottom left."

Cale walked toward the location Bud had pointed out.

"That book is the first record."

He heard Bud's voice coming from behind him as he pulled out the first book from the bookshelf. He then started to turn the pages.

Flip, flip.

Only the sound of pages turning could be heard.
Cale just stood there reading.

"…Ho."

Bud let out a gasp at Cale's actions. However, he made eye contact with the others before walking toward the innermost bookshelf as well.
He needed to help Cale.
He couldn't just stand there and do nothing.

However, the group of people heading toward Cale had to stop.
Bud was the first to stop.
Next were Eruhaben, Choi Han, Ron, and Beacrox.
Even the children averaging nine-years-old flinched.

Flip, flip, flip.

They just heard the sound of pages turning.
That was why they felt that something was off.

Flip, flip, flip.

It was quiet around Cale.
He was just quietly turning the pages.

That was the weird part.

Bud had no choice but to ask.

"…What is up with his speed?"

Flip. Flip.

At first, it didn't seem very odd.
Cale was turning pages at a reasonable pace.

'…It was as if he was reading a novel.'

Bud then realized that it had been weird from the beginning.

Flip. Flip. Flip.

Cale was slowly turning the pages faster and faster. It seemed as if he was just taking a peek before turning the page.
Bud even had this kind of thought.

'Is he not thoroughly going through and remembering the details about each strong individual?
Is he just quickly skimming through?'

However, the feeling Cale was giving off did not seem that way.
He seemed to be thoroughly reading.

"Cale."

Cale raised his head after hearing someone calling his name.
The ancient Dragon observed Cale's eyes with an odd expression on his face. Cale's expression was same, but his eyes felt cold.
The ancient Dragon could not ask many questions. He used his memory of everything Cale had done as the basis to ask.

"You're remembering all of it, right?"

'You're not just skimming it, you actually remember the information, right?'

Cale answered the ancient Dragon's question.

"Of course."

Cale answered in his usual nonchalant way before resuming reading. His reddish brown eyes looked at the text inside the book.

Flip.

He turned a page.
The information on the page became recorded in his mind. The speed continued to increase.

Bud could only quietly watch Cale.

'…What a scary ability.'

He really thought that this ability was scary.
It was different than the fancy magic, destructive aura, and even the different types of ancient powers. This ability was something that was not visible.

It was so unnoticeable that you would not even realize that he was using an ability if you did not look closely.

It was not an ability that could kill someone, but Bud thought that this ability was really the one that would make it easy to kill or control someone.

Everything would be recorded in the user's mind.

Bud could only gulp and watch.
However, he soon heard someone walking.

"Cale-nim."

Cale raised his head after hearing the cautious calling. Choi Han was looking at him.

"What is it?"
"I wish to help."

Choi Han smiled awkwardly at Cale who was looking at him and continued to speak.

"Of course, I am a slow reader and my memory is not that good, but I thought I could still help."

Cale recalled some memories of his past.

'Team leader-nim, shall I help?'
'Isn't it time to go home?'
'Nah, it's okay.'
'Like hell it's okay. Isn't your kid waiting for you at home? Go home.'
'But…'
'It's fastest and most accurate for me to do it. You don't need to do this part.'

He moved the conversation he had with one of his subordinates to a corner of his mind as he raised his hand.
He then pointed to the second bookshelf.

"I think it would be good to look through there."

It was rare for Cale to not give detailed orders.
However, Choi Han smiled and walked over to the second bookshelf. Eruhaben and Beacrox followed behind him.

Ron stood next to Cale and just looked at him.
Ron's gaze made Cale subconsciously start to speak.

"…What is it? Are you shocked that I have an ability like this?"

Cale closed his mouth after saying that. He was thinking that he said something he should not have said.
He heard Ron responding to him.

"Well, I'm sure you just hid it, young master-nim."

Ron had a benign smile on his face as he continued to speak.

"It's not like you told us how you gathered all of those ancient powers either."

The shield, the fiery thunderbolt, the Super Rock, etc.

Cale had never explained to the group how he had gained all of these ancient powers. He always just disappeared before returning with an extra ancient power.

Cale had a random thought that it would be frustrating to have a group member like himself. The old man continued to speak as Cale found it even harder to say anything after having that thought.

"Looking at the books like the others is not my task."

Ron continued to speak to the twenty years old Cale who was quietly looking at him.

"I am your servant, young master-nim. Tending to your needs by your side is my role."

Ron then just quietly stood next to Cale.
Cale quietly looked at Ron for a moment before turning back to the book.

"…I guess that is your role."

Cale also realized what his role was as well.

Flip. Flip.

He was quickly turning pages as he heard another voice.

"I, the great and mighty Raon Miru can read quickly! My memory is good as well! I am smart, great, and mighty! That is why I will do it too!"
"…I…I learned how to read from Hans and grandpa Ron! I'm going to do it too!"
"I'm already reading one!"
"Noona, you really are amazing!"

Cale chuckled while listening to the children averaging nine-years-old.

However, the large records library soon became quiet.

Flip. Flip.

Only the sound of pages being turned could be heard.
Cale then heard Beacrox ask a question.

"What exactly are we looking for?"

Cale thought about the White Star.

"Gather any record on strong individuals who use the Dragon Slayer's powers or ancient powers."

A response came from someone else.

"Is that power the Dragon Slayer's power?"

It was Bud. He touched his nose as he walked over to the second bookshelf.

"The White Star had a unique scent along with the scent of ancient powers. Then I should help as well."

Bud thought about the information he gathered on the White Star through his scent and turned a page.

However, there was a unique sound through the process.

Flip, flip, flip.

It was the sound of pages turning extremely quickly.
Bud imagined Cale becoming a living record as he focused on reading the record in front of him.

'Mm.'

Ron groaned internally.

This was an area where the temperature was maintained all the time.
There should be no reason for someone to sweat.

He moved his hand.
The handkerchief in his hand landed on someone's forehead.

'…Why is he sweating so much?'

Ron Molan could see Cale who was sweating profusely.
Cale's face had become extremely red as well.

The records storage area was chilly, but Cale was heating up as if he was sick.
However, he did not stop and continued to record the information.

There were close to ten thousand record books behind his back as if they were his footprints.

When I opened my eyes, I was inside a novel.
[The Birth of a Hero].

[The Birth of a Hero] was a novel focused on the adventures of the main character, Choi Han, a high school boy who was transported to a different dimension from Earth, along with the birth of the numerous heroes of the continent.

I became a part of that novel as the trash of the Count’s family, the family that oversaw the territory where the first village that Choi Han visits is located.

The problem is that Choi Han becomes twisted after that village, and everyone in it, are destroyed by assassins.

The bigger problem is the fact that this stupid trash who I’ve become doesn’t know about what happened in the village and messes with Choi Han, only to get beaten to a pulp.

“…This is going to be a problem.”

I feel like something serious has happened to me.

But it was worth trying to make this my new life.

Opening my eyes all I can see around me is white. 'So this is the end huh?' I tell myself before I stand up. Walking aimlessly around the white landscape I think about my life. 'It was a good run. I'll miss you guys but I think you'll be alright without me.'

After 30 minutes of walking, I see a round table with two chairs and a teapot with cups around it. Assuming one of them is for me I sit at the table, and then I grab the teapot before pouring the steaming tea inside the cup. The sweet, rich and bitter aroma of the tea invades my nostrils giving me bliss.

Enjoying the good tea the figure of a woman manifests itself in front of me. Watching her closely she just sits at the chair across from me before pouring herself a cup of tea.

Once done pouring her blurred face seem to enjoy the tea's aroma before she takes a long sip. Then she looks at me and then a soothing voice enters my ears. 

"Do you enjoy the tea?" She asks me looking for my approval.

"Yes, very much so. Did you make it?" 

Nodding with enthusiasm she continues to drink her tea. When she was done she looks up to me and then says " You have two wishes and the choice of a world to go to. Take your time."

Sitting in my chair thinking about what abilities I want and what world I want to go to, I clear my throat and speak up.

"I've decided, my first wish is for psychic abilities and my final wish is to be reincarnated into "Classroom of the Elite"

"Don't have to worry about future problems if I'm the apex predator ." I continue smirking at her.

Dumbfounded she looks at me for a second pondering, then she releases a sweet smile and then with a wave of her hand she envelops me in light. The last thing I hear is "Good luck boy!".

.....

Slowly sliding out the fleshy walls that have been keeping me captive for the past 9 months, immediately as I come out the womb my first instinct was to cry apparently. 

Crying at the top of my lungs I felt like I couldn't control my own body. Then the nurse wraps me in a blanket and then hands me to the doctor who yells out.

"Congratulations Mrs and Mrs. Volkov, It's a boy!" The doctor cheerfully yells out before gently passing me to the beautiful woman lying in the bed weakly.

Smiling like she's The Virgin Mary and she just gave birth to Christ, she holds me like I'm the most fragile artifact on Earth while looking at her trying to see her clearly, I notice her shining purple hair and her pale skin that seems to reflect off the light giving her a certain 'luster'.

Turning as much as my baby body can to the right I notice a man with dark black hair and yellow eyes that resemble gold. He has olive skin with a handsome face wearing a black suit. Next to him is another lady in high heels wearing stockings with a black skirt and white dress shirt, assuming it's his assistant all I can do is release a giggle 'A business man huh?'.

With my giggle, the once quiet room was suddenly smiling at my actions. Suddenly my father stands up and walks towards us, he takes me out my mother's hands gently and then looks at me for a few minutes before facing my mother. 

Releasing a smile that stretches across his face, he softly says "What is his name dearest?"

My mother who pondered on it for a second replied with clear conviction "His name will be Ivan. Do you like it?" she says revealing a smile that could cause the havoc of any man.

Nodding in agreement with my name my father goes closer to my father and then kisses her on the forehead.

Whispering in my mother's ear he says "It's a good name, I have a feeling he will grow up to blow our expectations dearest."

All my mother does is a nod in agreement before closing her eyes with an accomplished smile.

[ 7 months later.. ]

Waking up in my crib with the sun peering through the window blinds of the nursery decorated with paintings of airplanes and clouds all over the walls. On the floor a wide variety of toys ranging from toy pianos to stuffed animals.

Standing up on my baby feet I fall on my butt 'I hate this frail body!' Standing up again this time I grab the rail of the crib, pulling myself up with all my childish might can muster I fall out the crib on my head.

'Oww, I said it once and I'll say it again.. I hate this body!'. Slowly crawling out my room, I look left and then I look right. Seeing as they're no maids or servants of the mansion nearby I slowly crawl the long hallways towards the library.

My father as an avid reader collects rare, antique and even banned books but the normal library is also vast. 

For the first time since my birth, I was going to use my powers. I knew how to use them, of course, It's just I haven't found the right moment as my parents are constantly hovering over me. Only since yesterday have they seemed to stop and let me breathe.

Focusing on the gigantic history book at the top of the shelf, I envision it slowly coming into my hands and does just that. Opening it up with Telekinesis, I flip the pages reading each page hasitily engrossing myself in knowledge.

I didn't study much in my last life, I had average grades and such. But for some reason, I yearn for knowledge in this life? I don't think its a reaction from gaining powers or reincarnating it could be but I feel it's much deeper.

After a few hours, I've finished the whole book on the history of Japan. It's exactly like my old world! In the anime they never elaborated on the world they were in. (At least I don't think they did.) 

Grabbing another book from the top shelf this time it's a thick book with a red leather cover titled "A textbook of Engineering Mechanics." As I flip through the pages hastily remembering everything I read while simultaneously keeping Clarivoyance active on the hallway in case my parents or a servant come near the door.

—

After a few hours of reading different books ranging from history to knowledge on the Japanese language, a maid triggered my Clairvoyance so I could tell she was going to come into the room. Putting all the books back into their original position and taking a "Quantum Physics for Babies" book my father has saved for me. 

When the maid walks in as I was reading I activated  < Supreme Acting Skills > and then babbled while hitting the book constantly.

Maid: "Uwaa! Young Master is reading! I have to tell the Mistress!" She shouts out before dashing out the room.

I can only internally sigh as I know I have no escape, I could teleport but it would be weird considering it takes a while to crawl back.

Soon both of my parents burst through the door of the library before looking at me. Staring at me with a video camera in hand I oblige to their antics and start hitting the book as I flip the pages while babbling before I turn towards my mom and say "M-m mama b-book!"

Like she just won the lottery my mom's face lights up and she picks me up while stuffing my face in her breast and twirling around 'I-I can't breathe!'

My dad realized what shes doing to me grabs me out her hands and begins to berate my mother

"Aiko! What do you think you're doing? You could've suffocated him!" He says turning around denying the shotacon

Realizing that my dad is denying her access to her daily dose of Cutenium she starts pouting while stammering "B-b-but!" 

"No buts!" He replies causing my Mom to drop her head down. Then my mom walks out the room moping but before she could leave she hears a voice

"P-papa no be m-mean to Mama!" I yell out while reaching out my tiny baby hands towards her

Rushing towards me she charges at my dad full speed before snatching me from his hands and pushing him away.

"Ahhh, my sweet Ivan! You're my hero!" she cries out before giving me a barrage of kisses.

My father lying on the ground knocked out while the maid was trying to pull him upright made me laugh a little on the inside.

-/-/-

Once an average man he reincarnated into Classroom of the Elite his goal? To destroy all the other classes while having fun!

WARNING: No underage reader allowed — an explicit scene, only for adult eyes only.

"READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!  READER DISCRETION IS ADVISE AND MUST."

===

Ronald has no intention of losing no matter what.  However, so as Lea and that's where they are going to have a problem.  Both were very serious about fixing their card, thinking of a way to outnumber each other.

The object of the Russian Poker is a little complicated; the truth of the matter, Ronald doesn't have any idea how to set up the card.  He supposed to put five highest card at the bottom, five of the second best in the middle, and the least goes on top.

He got everything all messed up and ended up losing the first round.  Lea was enjoying it because she's a pro when it comes to poker or any card game for that matter.  She grew up in Las Vegas; her family plays poker every weekend which gives her a lot of practice.

The second round came and the same way, Ronald doesn't want to let Lea know he has no idea what he's doing.  He fixed the card the same way he did the first time.

It's show-down, Ronald lost again, and Lea was grinning from ear to ear.  She asked him to take his pants off first and then his shirt.  Since he wasn't wearing much, he was left with only socks and underwear after that.

Lea loves it, and she couldn't help but feel happy with the outcome.  Ronald didn't mind at all; he figures sooner or later, they would both end up naked anyway.  That's the whole purpose of playing strip poker.

It's Ronald's turn to deal, and he gets to choose the game.  He decided to play a high card to make it faster; whoever gets the most top card win.  

The first one to pick was Ronald, and he got a King of Heart.  He was elated; he knows there's no way she could pull higher, only an Ace could beat him.   

Lea slowly picked a card, to make it exciting she didn't show it right away.  She wants to make it suspense.  Ronald was anxious to see, but he has no choice but to wait. 

His heartbeat was going *Thud, thud, thud,*

"Come on babe, can you please, show what you got?"  He asked anxiously.

Lea wanted to tease him more, but he looks like he's about to cry, so she gave in and flip the card.

*Bam!*  It's an Ace of Diamond bright and clear for Ronald to see and he almost painted.

"WTF!  How can you be so lucky and pick higher than my King of Heart?  This is ridiculous."  He exclaims a little louder than usual.

"Hahaha! That shows you how good I am, and it's not luck; it's a talent." Lea jokingly said while playing footsy with Ronald's balls.  

Lea's was seating very erotic with her legs widely spread and she's very naughty for wearing a T-back that barely covers her opening.

Ronald was unable to concentrate on the card he has on his hand.  He's supposed to be sorting his card, but instead, he was peaking towards Lea's spread legs and the view in front of him.

What Lea was doing to his balls was stimulating, and he's shaft raised fully erected.  The front of his brief started bulging, and his shaft tip was visible.  Lea saw it, she began to feel hot all over her body and started licking her lips, the lower bottom part of her body was burning with sensation.

She kept on playing footsy with his balls, then slowly she's inching little by little towards Ronald, then she drops the card on her hand and touches the sole of his feet, that was stimulating, and it made Ronald groan...

Lea loves it, the sound of Ronald's voice was 'hmmm...' It's making her hotter and wanting to rock his world.

"Baby love, would you take your brief please!!!" Lea's said it erotically.

Ronald complies, leaving him with only the pair of socks on his foot while his little birdie was dangling right in front of Lea to enjoy.

Ronald could feel the heat that Lea's emitting, and the way she was looking at his erected shaft like a piece of juicy steak while salivating, was enough for him to throw the card on his hand and pulled her toward him.

Soon you know it,  Lea jumped on top of Ronald and started kissing him like she hasn't eaten for days and was starving.  The kiss was so hot and passionate; Lea was moaning in between trying to catch her breath.  "Ummm, you're so sweet and tasty, I can't get enough of you... Ohhh... I need you badly baby love."

Ronald who's still stunned from Lea's action, could do nothing but take in all that Lea's giving him.  He loves every minute of it, and he as well couldn't get enough.  He wanted to give back all that he was taking in.

Lea's very experience compare to Ronald in terms of sexual relationship.  She's no virgin mary when it comes to sexual matter.   While Ronald never had a girlfriend before, Lea never had a boyfriend that lasted longer than a week.

In their sexual relationship, Lea was always dominant, and Ronald was the submissive one. 

However, he's learning quickly ever since they become active.  Lea had been teaching him all kinds of position for her benefit.

"Babe, I want you to eat me, I just took a shower, and I'm fresh and clean."  She whispered on his ears while she's nibbling his earlobe.

Lea didn't have to ask the second time, Ronald flipped her and changed their position.  There's no slow movement between them; every time they make love, it's always roughed and hard.

"Wait!  Wait for a baby love.  I don't want you to do it here."  She pushed him and got up from the bed; she then pulled his hand and guided him into the laundry room.

Ronald was at lost, but it doesn't matter, what Lea wants she gets.  He's there to give her nothing but happiness.

Once they arrived at the laundry room, Lea turned the washer to a spin cycle, when started spinning and shaking, she asked Ronald to help her up to sit on top of the machine.  Ronald hoisted her on top of the shaking washer.

"Take my undies, baby love. Hurry..."  Lea was inpatient.  

Ronald could tell she was in the height of ecstasy and needed a release badly.  When she's starting to demand and asking everything to be done urgently, it means she's about to explode.

"Babe, are you sure about this?  I mean, do we have to do it here?  couldn't we just do it in the bedroom like everyone else."  Ronald's worriedly asking when Lea pushed his head down to her opening and demand. 

 "EAT ME, GOD DANG IT!" 

Ronald complies while holding Lea's two legs high up in the sky, and he ate her like it's the end of the world and in a matter of minutes she exploded with ecstasy.

After Lea finished, it was Ronald's turn, he pulled her down the machine and turned her around put her two hands hugging the washer while it still running in full spin.  

He guided his shaft to her opening from behind while one hand was on her breast.  He rammed right into her hard and fasted the way she likes it.  Ronald was like a cowboy riding a wild mustang banging hard.  

*BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG---BANG!* 

[That was not the sound of a gunshot, but the sound of Ronald banging Lea very hard]

Ronald finally exploded, the juice coming out of his shaft was overflowing Lea's opening and dripping down to her sexy legs.

Ronald fired at Lea like he was a fully loaded semi-automatic with one thousand round of bullets.  Once all the shots were fired, and his casing was empty, he collapsed on top of her back unable to move.  

"No more!  I give up; can't do it no more!"  Ronald mumble right by Lea's earlobe.

Lea tilted her head to face him, kissed him sweetly.  "Will see, baby love, will see!"

~COMPLETED~   

Due to the matchmaking skill of B-52 and Long Island ice tea.  Two people accidentally, married.


Jeffry Go, CEO of the biggest Empire in Asia, super-rich and powerful.  He is the most sought out bachelor in the whole Country.  

A man who gets whatever he wanted, no exception!

Until he accidentally met his match...


===


Joanna Wen Tan an orphan, destitute, very much single... and looking for a fake husband.


Her grandmother passed away, leaving her penniless and soon to become homeless.

She needed money asap.  Luckily she was offered a job, with one condition, she must be married.  No exception!


Jeff and Ann accidentally meet... 

****

Two people who are as different as day and night accidentally met at the club and made an arrangement that would change their lives and themselves forever...  The agreement was...

  "A fake marriage."

Hence, the love story begins...

*****

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Callea was swift in changing her dress. Her heart was beating fast. Deive knew her size. He was even better than her when it comes to guessing the size of her body. It fits her perfectly as if his hand molder her body and his measurement was imprinted in his memory. Then he wanted to play Barbie with her? No way, Jose. He won't be that lucky.

She felt sluggish when she tried on the first dress. It was a lavender off-shoulder dress that reached just above her knees. She was not smiling when she looked at herself in the mirror and growled at her reflection like a feral animal. What if she tried to crawl when she modeled the dress for him? That would give her quite a thrill.

A knock on the door made her stop thinking about her evil plans. Then she heard Deive's voice on the other side of the door. "What's taking you so long? Do you need help? Don't you know the difference between the front and the back of the clothes?"

"Just wait at the couch, please. Charm the ladies and smile. Do your thing." She wanted to surprise him with her runway talent.

"Don't get any silly ideas or I will spank you in public," he warned in a low and dangerous voice. "Don't test me, Callea."

She gulped. Is he a mind reader or something? She has not started her plans yet but he already blocked it. It was bad enough that he paraded her in public. If he would spank her in front of other people, she couldn't show face anymore.

"I will behave, alright. I will do whatever you want," she yelled. "J-Just no spanking please."

"Then behave, Callea. I don't mind dishing out some punishment for you. That would be fun." Then his laughter echoed in his wake as he left.

She had to shelve her evil ideas and focus on the task at hand. She must not invite trouble anymore. It was too childish to fight with Deive because she would just lose in the end. She would reserve her evil plans some other time when she was not on a disadvantage.

As soon as she left the dressing room, the sales staff was already waiting for her. "You look like a doll," she said as she fawned over her.  "We also have a hair accent that will make you look cuter. Hmmm… some shoes would be better than those flip flops."

Callea suddenly felt uneasy with her offers and just nodded her head for it to be over.  She felt like her soul already left her body and watching her from the ceiling. This was not her life. She was not into fancy clothes and shoes. She hated dressing up.

 "You must be so happy to have a handsome boyfriend and rich, too. He loves you so much," the other sales staff who brought beige doll shoes said in a saccharine-sweet voice.

In love? She wanted to laugh Sisa-style. (Sisa was a character on Jose Rizal's Noli Me Tangere / Touch Me Not. She was a mother who lost her two sons and lost her mind. She laughs and cries while yelling, "Basilio! Crispin!")

Deive was such a good actor. He was good at this game.

Callea just gave them an equally sweet smile. There was no use being mad at them. This was her pretending to be his girlfriend. She must do her part.

She didn't bow her head when she walked towards Deive but she didn't look at him either. She was like an item that he was appraising. She was slowly losing her bravado. "Good. Show me the next one."

She didn't know how many times she took the trip to the dressing room to change clothes and parade in front of Deive. She wanted to fidget her dress because her legs were exposed. She was probably beet red while his eyes roam on her body.

He was the only one who was enjoying it and the staffs, of course. He probably promised a handsome tip to those staffs like what he did at the salon.

Shopping and modeling those clothes were worse than her time at the salon. She just sat there while the stylist fixed her hair and treated it. She could close her eyes if she wanted to. But on dressing up, she had to keep her eyes open while showing herself to Deive.

"That mint green dress looks so refreshing. I think everything looks good on you."

She felt like her knees were buckling every time he told her how beautiful she is. And she realized that it made her feel better. Not as irritating as before. It was actually like music to her ears.

She stomped her feet as she slipped on the tulip dress he had chosen himself a while ago. It was wrong to be happy whenever he called her beautiful. The word beauty itself was taboo to her. It was an insult to someone who didn't want to be beautiful.

"Is this okay?" she asked when Deive was unmoving on the sofa as he looked at her. "I am really tired and hungry. Let's end this fashion show." Why was he looking at her intently? Maybe the dress doesn't look good on her.

"Sit," he commanded and tapped the space beside him. I followed him, too tired to argue.

An arranged marriage to a perfect bride.

To keep him in line, playboy Deive Hontiveros needs to marry Callea Lopez so he could start his own business. He thought he got lucky when he sees how beautiful and caring Callea is.

She lives in a haunted mansion though and he got plagued by a mysterious ghost of a woman and her cat from hell.

He must protect his bride at all cost. 

But what if Callea is one with the darkness?

Jumping down as swift as a trained shinobi assassin, I aimed for his vulnerable bandaged neck.

"This one doesn't have it!" a cocky voice boomed from underneath. I quickly altered my death blow to a tap on the shoulder followed by a retreat flip.

The hunchback Sound-nin attempted to direct his irksome sound waves at me, but this time was faced with much difficulty and confusion.

"I just locked you with my Consecutive Ice Chains. If you don't devote your chakra solely to keeping warm, I'm afraid you'll become a snow man."

At first, he didn't believe me. But when his toes were getting frostbites, he nearly freaked. I've never seen someone's pupil dilate so much, except for that one time when Master and Forehead died.

With my technique rendering him useless, I dragged Hunchback down to the ground where Sasuke was enjoying his time using some new guy as his footstool.

"Should I break his arms?" Uchiha asked with bloodlust emitting from his eyes and tensing muscles.

I couldn't stop him, because I didn't want to. So I simply nodded.

Within seconds, a sharp piercing cry resonated throughout the forest. It was so loud that I didn't find the shoulder dislocating to be disturbing anymore.

"Hold it!" a terrified, nervous, vulnerable, slightly sexy voice commanded.

The owner of the voice received my immediate attention. Sasuke threw his toy away and looked up.

The long-haired Sound kunoichi broke my barrier and was holding a senbon at Naruto's forehead. "If I stab right here, your teammate is going to die on the spot!" she yelled, scared we couldn't hear her.

'Stab it' I wanted to say. 'Do it' Sasuke was itching to holler. Not because we were uncaring. It was simply because we weren't concerned.

First, Old Orange had a skull so thick that you couldn't possible stab through with a thin-ass needle. And second, Pretty over there didn't seem to be a good reader of the situation.

I kneeled down and brushed through a few one-hand signals. I almost didn't want to do it, but I couldn't help it. I wanted to see her cry and beg me to stop. "Ice Dragon Blizzard!"

A dragon, more water than ice, flew up from the destroyed ice dome and clamped its teeth around the girl's waist. It flew up and only clamped down harder when she struggled. She didn't cry so I had the dragon bite down for serious. She cried then. And I smirked.

My water dragon hurled her next to Sasuke's feet. Uchiha wasn't a nice boy today. He picked her up by the hair and yanked her head until she was looking at him, blood still leaking from her mouth.

"Give me your damn scroll."

I crossed my arms in triumph. Yes. Give us the damn scroll.

"Please let her go," Hunchback said. No one paid him a unit of attention. "I have the scroll." Then we looked at him.

"My name is Dosu and he is Zaku. This scroll is yours, but please release Kin." Dosu laid down a "Floor" scroll.

"Why?" Sasuke was being extra naughty today.

"Just let them go," I said casually after confirming that the scroll was real and the one we needed.

Sasuke released Kin-chan and she scrambled back to Hunchback and Broken Arms.

"Thank you, Miss." With that, the Sound team vanished.

"Who the fuck you calling MISS!" [Who the fuck he calling MISS?]

Giggles could be heard coming from the bushes. I threw a few senbon in their direction and the three clowns finally appeared again.

"Ppppffffffff…" Ponytail covered her mouth, trying to suppress what I was certain was a laugh.

"We didn't mean to laugh…pffff…" Pineapple said, hiding a chuckle.

"Miss Girl-face."

Fat Boy blew it. Stupid Uchiha held his stomach as he laughed his ass off. Ponytail snorted like a Pig as Pineapple and Chubs went on a laughing spree, scaring away the wise silence that much suited the Forest of Death. If they had as much energy as they had laughs, they'd probably defeat a tailed beast all on their own.

I surprised Sasuke from the side as I lifted his pouch and dug out the last kunai. With a single flick of the wrist, I chopped off my prized long hair.

That immediately stopped their laughing disease. Mission accomplished.

Ino-Pig (Ponytail was called Ino apparently) had her mouth hanging in shock even when PineMaru was guiding her away. Chip Face was sad since I took his last stash of potato chips in return for letting them go unscathed. And there was Sasuke who really pissed the fuck out of me.

"Why the fuck do you look so dejected?" I barked.

Useless Uchiha didn't respond, but threw sleepy Orange onto his shoulder.

"I'll protect you…Haku-chan…" a blushing Naruto muttered in his sleep.

[The fuck…] I really wanted to stab him with my senbon, if not for the diminishing energy I had left within me.

"We better hurry out of here," Sasuke cautioned as we dashed through the trees.

[No shit.] We really couldn't handle another assault.

When Kakashi deals the final blow to Zabuza, he accidentally takes Sakura down with him. Thus, homeless and alone, Haku follows the ninja back to the Leaf.

In which I, Haku of the Mist, under unpredictable and sure unfavorable circumstances, ended up filling the spot of Sakura on Team 7. What could go wrong with a three guy group anyway?

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