this is just a book im reading and need the audio function! so dont waste time here im already in chapte 55 or something

Hello how are you
Let me introduce myself I am the Author of this book (reflections). This book will mainly deal with my "Reflections" and Opinions on various topics.
I started this book because I want to practice my writing and one day become an Author and make a living writing books.
I have had many thoughts and ideas; to write my own Original books. But when I sit in front of the computer I go blank
So I thought about writing a fanfic, to practice my writing, but still, I was left blank. Despite also having many ideas and story and character development. I was blank; I did not know what to write or how to put my thoughts into words.
Then one night I got the idea to write a book about my thoughts.
And so this book was born.
I decided that the first chapter would be a presentation:
To begin, I want to say that I am: a Christian, I was born in a Christian home and raised in a Christian family.
I believe that God created the Universe and everything in it.
I also think and believe that everything happens because HE allows it to happen; if "good or bad" things happen.
I really like Anime; I started watching Anime at 12 years old. The first one I saw I saw it from YouTube on my cell phone. The first anime I saw was; Rurouni kenshin or (samurai X), I saw him until the fight with Shishio, after that fight it seemed to me that he lost quality and I didn't see him again.
The second anime that I also saw from YouTube on my cell phone was Medabots. I saw all the chapters.
Later I saw inuyasha but I left him because he bothered me with inuyasha. I don't remember the reason, but it did bother me a lot XD.
Then I saw Ranma ½ that anime I liked a lot. I was surprised to learn that it was the same Author as inuyasha. I saw all the chapters. The movie and the 14 ovas. But I haven't read the manga yet.
I started looking for animes in Latin Spanish and I found Kenichi. I watched all the chapters of the anime. and some time after reading a post on Facebook an image where he posted where the anime ended to continue it in the manga. I read all the chapters of the manga
About ½ after seeing Ranma, a relative loaned us his laptop. (The reason I was watching anime with the phone was because it had no speakers and it had outdated audio drivers and I didn't know anything. I thought I had a faulty audio card, but not that it had outdated drivers. I found out in 2019. all the time thinking it was the audio card but it was the drivers when I found out I was feeling stupid and ashamed of my ignorance).
Cough cough
 
As I was saying after my relative loaned us the laptop, I started watching anime on animeflv.
There I found To Love Ru, an anime that became my favorite for a long time. I liked the comedy and how the characters interacted, as well as the personality of the protagonist. And I think it's an excellent anime (it's one of those guilty tastes that I have). But if there's one thing I have to say that I didn't like it was the excess of ecchi and fanservice on the part of the authors and I think this really hurts the job. Because it's as if the authors thought more about pleasing the readers than developing the characters and the story.
Then I saw Soul Eater, Rosario + Vampire, Katekyo Hitman Reborn. Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann and many other anime.
 (One Piece I saw almost 700 chapters without audio I stayed where Luffy defeats Doflamingo).
Since my computer had no audio, I started reading manga. I read them on TumangaOnline. That's when I read Kenichi, Rosario + Vampire, Re Monter. That's where I read the Manhua from Tales of Demos And Gods. In the comments I saw that someone commented that he had a novel and I liked it so much that I looked for it and that is how I started reading web novels.
 
I don't like watching sports on television. I find them very boring.
I like to exercise, although I am very lazy, (but it is not entirely my fault since I was born tired, after I was born the doctor had to pat me to cry) so sometimes or almost always I don't. (TT_TT)
I graduated from Bachiller of Science at the age of 15. and a few months later I passed the introductory course to study medicine. (Premedical).
And at 16 and a few months I started college. But I didn't make an effort to study, and as expected I ended up losing the year. And if he failed the last quarterly exam he ran the risk of being expelled, so requesting a temporary withdrawal from the university "accused of family problems."
As the new school term begins, I started with a slightly more focused and serious mindset. Two months after starting and being close to the first trimester exam. The teacher in charge of my year calls me and tells me that that year I cannot attend the school year, due to the withdrawal request that I had previously requested, that I had to wait at least one year before I could resume my studies.
After that I became very depressed.
After about 6 months had passed, my mother told me if she wanted to study education at another university. She told me that a friend told her that the introductory course was about to start and that few people signed up, and she asked me if I wanted to sign up. and I answered yes.
I passed the introductory with a high mark and started my first semester in the College of Education.
It goes without saying that history repeated itself, started the semester motivated but that motivation was gradually lost. Mainly because he had many free hours, due to the lack of teachers, who had left the country.
I finished spending the semester, (With some subjects postponed), but I had already lost the desire to continue so I did not continue attending.
 
It has been almost 5 or 6 years since I graduated from high school and I have not done anything with my life, I do not study and I do not work becoming a holder of the Neet Title.
Sometimes I wonder how my parents feel about me, they feel Disappointed. Annoying or perhaps proud, but how would they feel proud of me, if I have not done anything I have not achieved anything.
To be honest at this age I already saw myself as a successful person with a home of my own. Independent, and that I would have bought my parents a house on the beach. That I know, they would be proud of me, and I could take care of them.
Not like I am right now, the misguided and disappointing stereotype of an otaku.
But I don't want to continue as I am now. I want to be better. Beat myself.
 
That's why I want to be an Author making a living with what I like, writing novels, writing and exploring fantasy worlds, making people happy with my stories.
Horre my God. Honor my Parents, Honor my Family.
 
Doing what I like, working on what I like.

I wanted to write a book, but when I sat in front of the computer I was left blank and did not know what to write or how to write it, although I have many ideas and developments, I did not know how to translate. my ideas.
Then I came up with the idea to write a book about my thoughts and opinions on various topics. To practice my writing in that way.
I am Latin American and my mother tongue and the only language I know is Spanish.
I write the chapters in Spanish and translate them with the google translator. That is why I ask for your patience and tolerance to forgive my spelling mistakes.


The cover is not mine I downloaded it on pixabay and the user who published that beautiful images is rhemzART

Authors note: hello guys as you will read I mention audible near the end. But that's the thing I don't have audible for audiobooks but I use free stuff like YouTube. Don't take it the wrong way, thank you

After I woke up I asked Nicole for how long I was asleep, she told me she never realized I was asleep. It was mean, because does that mean that I look so ugly everyday. I thought I looked cute or just like a normal human being. It's sad really. But the good thing is that it seems our teacher didn't notice, she probably thought I was just lying on my desk. 
"did you do the reading" she asks out of nowhere. 
"wait what, we had reading to do?!" om shocked I think I forgot about it completely. 
"oh my gosh I can't believe you forgot about it, she'll kill you if you can't answer the questions." she laughs a little as she pats my shoulders as if I were crying. 
"shit, and that's the thing I'm already failing those quizzes. Like at least with those quizzes I read some of it." I say sighing, I never really read any of the books she assigned. I would either read a summary of the chapter online or do nothing. 
"go listen to the audio book, I mean we have a period before class." she says, as she pulls out her headphones to hand me one. I receive before popping it in my ear. 
"Do you have, audible or are you going to use YouTube?"
"YouTube, I don't really use audiobooks that often so YouTube is enough. Listen to it during class." she says standing up from the stairs. 
"thanks Dana." I thank her as I follow her out the stairway and into the hall. I'm glad she reminded me of the book if not I would have forgotten about the test and reading. 

Imagine a love triangle in between a love triangle don't forget jealousy and protective brothers. They have problems and they don't realize it in other words.

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The hall was filled to the brim with people; there were still people downstairs, and the elevator kept bringing new visitors. At 10 am, the proprietor for Tian Teng Medical School finally appeared. He was of average height, had a short haircut, and looked to be in his thirties. 

There were two models in revealing nurse costumes trailing behind them. Even though their make-up was startling white, their eyes never stopped releasing electricity. The man tried the loudspeaker and stood at the steps before the entrance of the Haunted House and said, "Everyone, thank you for your kind support. Tian Teng Medical School has always maintained…" 

Chen Ge's eyes scanned the two models. He was not going to pay attention to the man's introductory speech. He was thinking about designing a pretty and sexy costume for Xu Wan when his Haunted House had its next activity. 

The man talked for two to three minutes before finally getting to the point. 

"Our team optimizes the Haunted House every six months. With the aid of a professional foreign team, all the scares are updated, and as the proprietor, it is my responsibility to tell everyone that Tian Teng Medical School is scarier than all the other Haunted Houses available on the market! 

"We strive for the most realistic terror, unlike certain unethical Haunted Houses who rely on online water armies to brush up on their popularity. They think that this was clever, and some did fall for the dirty tricks, but to be honest, I find this behavior laughable!" 

Chen Ge was getting impatient from all the slander. He nudged forward through the crowd, but there were too many people. Finally, he reached the ticket seller. "One ticket please." 

"Did you book a ticket online?" 

"No." 

"I'm sorry, today's tickets have all been sold. How about you stay until afternoon? Perhaps there might be an opening then." 

"The tickets are all gone?" 

The proprietor continued to speak on stage. "If the Haunted Houses on the market are first generation, my Tian Teng Medical School is a fourth generation Haunted House that combines many high-end technology! 

"Today is the first day we're opening our doors for the citizens of Jiujiang. To let everyone have a clearer understanding of the situation, I'll randomly select four visitors to experience the Haunted House with an audio recorder and a portable electrocardiographic monitor! Through the speakers that are connected to the audio recorder and the cardiograph broadcasted on screen, you'll be able to see for yourself how scary our Haunted House is!" 


Before the proprietor finished talking, there was already cheer from the crowd. It was hard to tell whether this was a set-up or not. 

"There's a code behind every ticket, and we'll select the lucky ones with a randomized code generator." The man nodded to the sales counter, and the workers started to do their work. 

Chen Ge saw everything with his eyes. The man stepped on his Haunted House to bring himself up, and he could not take that lying down. 

"Wait!" Chen Ge raised his hand and walked onto the stage. "You said earlier that your Haunted House is scary but other Haunted Houses depend on online water army to brush up on their popularity. That, I don't agree with." 

The man frowned. If not for the crowd, he would have called for security to haul Chen Ge out. 

"I am the boss of Western Jiujiang's House of Horrors, the owner of the Haunted House that you're happily slandering online. The day before yesterday I just hosted a livestream that has more than 600,000 viewers." 

When Chen Ge walked to the stage, there was a familiar voice from the crowd that called out. "Boss‽" 

Chen Ge followed the voice and saw He San and Gao Ru Xue standing in the crowd. 

"Why are you here?" Chen Ge was baffled. He San was openly supporting his enemy. "If you want to experience a Haunted House, why didn't you come to me?" 

He San did not know how to explain himself. He could not openly admit before the proprietor of Tian Teng Medical School that Boss Chen's Haunted House was too scary. His class was still having nightmares from their previous experience and thus decided to come to another Haunted House to seek some relaxation. 

The man took this in as well. He had already recognized Chen Ge. "Looks like your Haunted House is not that popular; even your own friend won't support you. Fine, if you insist on learning some tricks from us, we're willing to provide you with this opportunity. Don't say that we're not generous people." 

The man was clever. Since they dared slander Chen Ge's Haunted House online, they obviously knew of Chen Ge. By letting Chen Ge into the Haunted House, his intention was clear. If Chen Ge was scared inside Teng Tian Medical School, he could use this as a point of promotion and forcefully yank the customers from Western Jiujiang's House of Horrors. Chen Ge had the same idea as he did; they both wanted to persuade the other's visitors to come to their own. 

Due to the recent livestream, Chen Ge's Haunted House had become a hot item online, but he knew that the popularity would not last for long. At most, it would last for a week. Even though Tian Teng Medical School was not as popular as Chen Ge's Haunted House within Jiujiang, they had a large national popularity and a number of loyal fans like Su Su. 

"Come, help him put on the audio recorder and heart monitor." The two models walked toward Chen Ge. "Now, we'll pick the remaining three lucky visitors." 

"I don't think that's necessary." Chen Ge shrugged. "Challenging a Haunted House alone is more fun. If you can manage to scare me, I will admit that my Haunted House is not as scary as yours on my website and promote your Haunted House for a whole month." 

The man was intrigued by what Chen Ge said, but he was cautious as well. He was sure Chen Ge was up to something. "How are we going to gauge that we've managed to scare you?" 

"You've installed the heartrate monitor, right? The normal heartrate when a person is walking is between 60 to 100. When they're scared, the oxygen in their blood will drastically decrease, and the heart will pump faster." Chen Ge looked at the man and calmly said, "If my heartrate ever rises over 100, I'll lose." 

"You have a deal." The man did not give Chen Ge any chance to change his mind. Even a small jog would bring a man's heartrate over 100, much less being scared. From how he saw it, Chen Ge was bound to lose. 

"Don't be so hasty. If I lose, I will admit your Haunted House is scarier than mine online, but what if you lose?" 

"Don't worry, if we lose, we'll also admit that our Haunted House is not as scary as yours online." The man pointed at the crowd. "Everyone here can be your witness." 

"Actually, I still have one small request." Chen Ge smiled innocently. "I think that you still have some misunderstandings about my Haunted House. I hope that your team will be willing to come visit my Haunted House. I've added a new scenario, and it hasn't been opened to the public yet." 

"Okay, no problem," the man promised easily and earned affection from the crowd. Only He San and Gao Ru Xue had a curious expression on their faces. Looking at the man, they saw themselves in the past overlapping with him. 
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Winter, Mandy and Layla trotted through the luscious, carpeted hallways of Golden Academy High arm in arm. Layla whispered, "I hope Mrs. Scrimen is absent more often. I love joint classes with Star's potential. We get to be privy to all the gossip first hand." Mandy gushed, "Right?!" Winter just smiled and rolled her eyes, "What are we doing in the audio visual room anyway?" "We usually watch movies in there." "Educational movies?" Layla shook her head, "All kinds of movies." Winter laughed, "I forgot about how unconventional this school was for a second there."
They reached the audio visual room and Winter's eyes met dark blue ones. She nodded and then looked away. Layla nudged her in the ribs. "Hey! What was that for?" Mandy smiled, "No more secrets." Winter laughed, "Okay okay. No more secrets." They all hugged in what seemed to be a notion of agreement. Layla pointed, "Let's go sit over there." Winter followed Mandy and Layla while scoffing at the term 'audio visual room'. *This is nothing less than a glorified movie theater. Well, that said, it's to be expected from the rich and wasteful.* When they sat down Winter heard a rustling in the seat beside her, "Hey Sparky. Another joint class. You must be feeling lucky today." Winter turned her head to see Jax in all his arrogant glory, "Ah you're in this class too? Just when I thought I was going to relax and actually enjoy this movie. How unfortunate." Jax chuckled.
Cornell stood at the front of the audio visual room, "Alright as you know due to Mrs. Scrimen's absence we are having joint classes for the rest of the day. Both my class and Star's potential have been mixed together. You morons are in the audio visual room to do what? Watch a movie yeah. We don't want to hear your voices we want to hear the movie. So shut it. All of you." Winter smirked at how uncouth Cornell was. *How could such an elegant school grant admission to such a bumbling idiot? It's a paradox.* Winter felt Jax staring at her and turned to look at him. He rested his chin in his hand, "What I wouldn't give to know what thoughts are running around in that pretty little head of yours Winter Knight." Winter laughed sarcastically, "What I wouldn't give to keep from knowing yours." The movie started and the boisterous conversation filling the room, morphed into a dull whisper. Winter studied the characters displayed on the screen. She noted their roles, attitudes and behaviors, body language, and backgrounds. Winter knew what the ending would be before the movie was halfway through. She mumbled, "She finds her sister and gives back the money." Jax raised his eyebrows and Winter shrugged before getting up and whispering, "I have to go to the bathroom." Mandy nodded, "Want us to come with?" Winter giggled silently, "No. I think I can find my way there." Winter walked out of the movie room. *Ugh how boring.* She rounded the corner and ran into Sam. His dark, crimson eyes seemed to pierce into her very soul. Sam scoffed, obviously annoyed. "You seriously just keep finding excuses to bump into me don't you?" Winter rolled her eyes, "Sorry do I know you?" Sam kept walking, ignoring her. "You're skipping the movie too?" Sam didn't respond. Winter leaned against the wall, *He's an arrogant jerk too isn't he? Seems like this school is crawling with them.* She smirked. *Well we can't have that now can we?*
 Winter put her hands in her pockets and strolled around the campus, finally had a moment for herself to explore. She looked around examining the decorations. *Someone very meticulously designed this place.* Her mind wandered to the headmaster, contemplating all the possibilities of his identity. Winter shook her head. She stumbled upon the library. The walls were lined with rows and rows of books, crystal chandeliers that were expensively designed hung from the ceiling, arches with painstakingly detailed patterns, carpets that have the grandest style. The drapes were an eye catching scarlet and made of silk. It was dimly lit as to protect the words on the pages of each book from harsh, unflattering lighting. Her eyes sparkled as she walked in and saw the lavishness that defined the library's display. *This is... the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.* Winter pondered for a moment, eyeing the scene. *Which also means someone cares about his books.* 
Winter wandered aimlessly through the breadth layout for the books. She noticed someone further down the isle and hid to observe them. Winter recognized the individual. *How did he end up here if we walked in opposite directions earlier? Multiple entrances? Secret exits? Tunnels?* For the first time, Winter looked at Sam Tudor, really looked at him. She inspected his appearance thoroughly. Her eyes ran over his dark brown curls, muscled figure, demanding stance, and towering height. She recalled his vermilion eyes, their impact. For the first time, Winter understood his magnetism. She understood the charisma others found in his appearance; the demand for attention that someone could read in his eyes that refuse to be ignored. Sam looked around and Winter actively suppressed her presence. Sam placed the book back on the shelf and strolled away. When Winter was sure he was gone she walked to where Sam was standing and picked up his discarded book. Winter read the title of the book "Stories Untold" and turned it over in her hands. She examined the cover until someone came behind her and pinned her to the shelf. 
"You're good, but you're not that good." The charming, smooth voice muddled with sarcasm, malice and cruelty filled Winter's ears. "What are you doing here?" Winter relaxed under his unrelenting hold, "And here I thought this library was for everyone. Who knew it was another thing for Tudor use exclusively." She felt, more than heard Sam's scowl as he turned her around to face him, keeping her pinned. "Who are you?"  "Ah yes. The famous question. Wouldn't everyone like to know?" Winter's nonchalant attitude irritated Sam, she could tell by the compel behind his stare and the emotion in his face. "My name is Winter Knight. Now may I ask? Who are you?" Sam's obvious resentment due to their encounter was amusing to Winter. He growled, the poison in his eyes told Winter that Sam's patience was wearing thin. "You know who I am. You mentioned earlier 'Tudor.'" Winter rolled her eyes, "You just like hearing that everyone knows you." Sam didn't deign to respond to her, "I know you were watching me earlier." Winter cursed herself for not hiding more skillfully. "Why?" Sam pried, with the most spitefulness Winter had ever seen anyone manage. Winter averted eye contact, not used to being discovered. "I was trying to...."  "Save your lies," Sam spat, releasing Winter from his hold. He looked down at her, hatred filling his gaze. "I don't ever want to see you spying on me again. Don't talk to me. Don't look at me. Don't ask about me. Don't even think about me." With that, Winter watched Sam walk away. She smiled, still having the book in her hands. 

New town, new school, new girl. What will Winter experience during this move?

Elite school, indifferent girl, mysterious red-eyed boy. 

Read the story to find out.

On Feb 8, in the early hours of the morning, the internet was abuzz.
The three big entertainment companies had mobilized all their stars to campaign for votes. Polar Light, being the only successful virtual idol that Silver Wing Media had produced, received the full backing of the entire company.
Regardless of whether they were fresh newcomers or A-listers who had finally made it to the top, they all chipped in to campaign for votes. In all the years of Yanzhou’s history, this was the first time on the virtual idol stage that all three big entertainment companies were having a public competition.
However, there was a different group of people who were paying close attention to the new song releases at 8 a.m.
At over 160 years old, Xue Jing did not follow his usual routine of heading to the garden downstairs for his morning stroll. Instead, he sat in his study and turned on his audio and projection systems as he waited for 8 a.m to arrive.
On his table was a paper notebook and a pen. He wanted to jot down his thoughts and analysis moments after he finished listening to the fourth movement. Compared to electronic recording methods, Xue Jing was more inclined toward manual records, as they had more feeling.
Beside the table was a pile of books. Some were a compilation of Xue Jing’s teaching materials, and some were books written by other people that he used as reference. Many people of the same profession felt that Xue Jing's mission to compile analysis and production guides for symphonic musical compositions was an unwise decision. This genre was too arrogant and unpopular. Talented people in this field tended to conceal themselves. Publicly writing them out would not amount to much, as they were viewed as specious nonsense. From past textbooks of symphonic music, some people who purchased the books would give a poor review after flipping through and whoever compiled it would get a scolding. It was simply an arduous and unrewarding task.
Yet every time Xue Jing heard this sort of talk, he would only smile. When people asked for names of other contributing composers, Xue Jing would only smile but not reply.
As Xue Jing analyzed the three movements of the "Period of Destruction" series, the deeper he delved, the more apprehension and admiration he felt. He admired Fang Zhao’s drive and ability and was astonished at his audacity and progress. In the three movements, many times there were unfashionable methods that had been neglected for years, but in those three movements, they perfectly fit in the movement and expressed the artistic concept.
"Just one more left," Xue Jing muttered.
Actually, after hearing the first two movements, one could understand the intention and purpose of the creator. The third movement’s theme was war and the fourth movement should be a conclusion.
At the stroke of eight, Xue Jing turned on his audio visual platform and adjusted his equipment, and the music video appeared clearly before him.
The image displayed a somber scene at the crack of dawn. Continuing at the end of the third movement, the comprehensive fighting continued. However, the scene was not as bleak and gloomy. The essence of the music was not as urgent and restrictive as before.
At the beginning of the fourth movement, an alternating rhythm appeared. Differing by a semitone, the two tones were the opposite: one dark and gloomy, one bright and upbeat. The sounds of a treble violin and double bass as different as heaven and earth created a vastness and made the imagery of the music distinct. The short brief notes portrayed the fierce wind at daybreak that chilled one to the bone. Every strand of hair on the body felt as it was feeling the flow of air. The tremor of a cello added to the emphasis as the killer intent emitted from this battle to survive made one shiver.
The bodies of tree men who were on an all-out attack were splattered with mud. Every branch seemed to be oozing thick blood and killing intent as they carried their valiant selves forward in a reckless fashion, attacking every savage beast within their sights. These beasts that plundered their place in the world!
A trombone and a woodwind score combined together alongside some muted whistles from a trumpet. The originally stiff tone became rough and bleak as the savage beasts became timid, cowering under the relentless counter attacks of the tree men. The brutal beasts that were unparalleled in slaughter became weak and exhausted as the cold wind of the morning screamed through and they trembled in fear.
Unlike before, the strength of the woodwind tones was gradually accumulating.
In the image, the tree men were pushing on as the sinister-looking beasts were put on the back foot and forced to retreat. In the midst of a rough-sounding brass whistle, the eerie and vicious beasts reached their final struggle, snarling and snapping, appearing fierce while they were actually cowardly at heart.
A fist enveloped by a biting-cold killing intent locked on to the front beast’s heart area. Like a pike that had been grinded sharp, it pierced through without the slightest hesitation.
The savage beast that had just been attacked flew through the air in an arc and landed in a nearby lake. The surface of the lake split apart as the beast landed in it, struggling for two seconds before sinking.
On the surface of the lake, there were also some broken tree branches, scattered about messily.
The figure took a look at the lake.
A powerful string symphony started, carrying a sorrow that had been held for so long. Yet at the same time, the unceasing string symphony also brought a sense of tenacity and unyielding spirit.
Compared to brass and percussion, string had a sort of gentleness, but it was not invariably gentle. Amidst the gentleness, it could be firm. The sorrow was no longer derived from them being weak but had transformed into a firm and explosive form.
The figure in the image turned around and began running toward the hilltop facing him. As the figure ran up the hill, sparse wild grass swayed in the wind brought about by the figure’s footsteps.
Beast after beast was beaten and stomped on.
The coordination between the tree men was seamless. This was the result of an understanding borne by countless fights to the death.
Step by step, they moved forward. Step by step, they climbed higher.
When the figure finally reached the summit, in the midst of the combination between trombone and woodwind scores, the woodwind tones that had been gradually accumulating eventually exploded.
The woodwind score separated by three octaves played, assembling a vast tone, describing the view from the summit of the hill: wide and extensive.
The battlefield at the bottom was littered with corpses of both beasts and trees. Compared to the start, most of the silhouettes moving about on the ground were not the plundering beasts but the tree man’s fellow comrades.
Everywhere, in all directions, were the brave figures of comrades in combat.
A bugle call signaled the harmony in full swing. The reverberating sounds signified that this war was finally reaching its epilogue. The drumbeats were no longer that urgent, now raising one’s spirit. The beating of the timpani that people of the New Era were familiar with was the foundation. A more primitive drumbeat combined. This was music from a different time and space fusing magically and perfectly.
It seemed as if they had survived through an endless winter without any sunshine. When the figure on the summit raised his head, he watched as the clouds slowly parted and the golden beam of sunlight shone down from the heavens. The pair of bloodied fists that had just slayed countless beasts began to tremble nonstop. In his eyes, it was clear that he was moved after enduring silently for so long. His eyes were brimming with tears.
The sunlight seemingly brought about a scorching warmness as it melted away all the coldness in them brought about by the war and touched the most gentle parts of their hearts.
They had last seen this sort of sunlight a long time ago. It represented warmth and hope.
They had been a group of ordinary creatures who had endured suffering on the land they stood on. They had experienced unimaginable hardships and despair.
In their most dire of straits, they had made a stand in the frigid land and won themselves freedom and a new life, but what they wanted to win... was a world!
The turbulent feelings erupted as a rallying cry came from the summit of the hill. The majestic music matched up with a resounding male voice seemingly bringing about immeasurable strength, as if rallying the entire world.
In the middle of the brass and string ensemble, an impassioned harmony signified the merriment of seeing the sunlight once again, celebrating this hard fought victory.
The drawing of the bow on a violin. As if the time had come for the world to recover and be reborn.
The once muddy water of the lake became clear as the dithering clouds in the sky reflected off it. Broken branches and remains that were floating on the lake had all but sunk in. The previously sparse ground beside the lake was now covered with an exuberant underbrush.
The tempo was vigorous and free from inhibitions as the drumbeats blended. Tree men both big and small ran around, stepping in the now lush grassland. There was no hint of urgency or tension, only joyous excitement.
"From today onward, those savage and bloodthirsty figures will never be seen again.
From today onward, they need not worry about being homeless and running for their lives.
From today onward, the world will become a new world!
So, is it possible to rest yet?
It is."
In the vigorous harmony, the woodwind impetus was powerful and expansive. The string score was continuously rising. The forceful drum beats beat down. Combined together, it seemed like it was foretelling the scene that was about to unfold.
The figure right at the front of the tree men stood up on a high slope, watching his idle and free comrades all around. Treading on the soft soil below, he let out a bright and relieved smile.
Under the warm sunlight, he relaxed and extended both arms, his fists finally spread apart. His arms became branches stretching out in all directions. His legs became roots, penetrating deep into the soil and taking root.
Seemingly reborn.
The tree men all around after finding a suitable place, spread out the fists and arms and took root. Under the sunlight, the bare branches sprouted out tender green leaves filled with the iridescence of life.
Some exotic humming of a man was accompanied by electronic music as a brand new, rich, and diverse world unfolded.
Sounds produced by different instruments of the string family played different roles. Like the departed spirits of those who had sacrificed themselves in the war were looking down from above on the new world. It also seemed like the quiet muttering of those who had never experienced this new life before and the complicated and excited voices of the tree men who had once again taken root.
The corpses from the war were covered by dust and newly grown vegetation. That catastrophic war had destroyed many lives, but at the same time, it fostered a newly awakened life.
The earth, full of opportunities, had freshness, yet it also had decay, but at least it was expanding in a proper direction.
From above, looking down on the boundless land, the whole world had once more become tranquil and peaceful, as if the catastrophic calamity had never befallen.
But beneath the peaceful appearance of this world were the tenacious souls who had survived this difficult time.
"What is eternal?
How long is an eternity?
No one knows.
If another calamity happens, they will rise up once anew.
Life goes on without stopping. War does not stop it."
In the image, the scene zoomed through the land that already had flourishing forests. In the places where sunlight did not reach, there was no haze nor gloom. Only a bright and mystical sky full of stars.
The harmony gradually quieted down. An elegant yet slightly rueful and distressed string score slowly became lighter. The deep and low male voice gradually dissipated in the midst of the strings.
Words appeared on the screen.
Lead character: Polar Light
Species: Longxiang Tianluo
Song Title: "100-Year Period of Destruction", Fourth Movement: "Eternal"
Producer: Fang Zhao
Production Team: Polar Light project team: Fang Zhao, Zu Wen, Song Miao, Pang Pusong, Zeng Huang, Wan Yue, Fu Yingtian, Stiller, Zhang Yu, Rodney.
A Silver Wing Media release.
…
Xue Jing stared at the list of names on the screen, sighing and shaking his head. Partly in disbelief and partly glad that he had found a gem.
"Fang Zhao, that little fellow!"
Rocking his head, Xue Jing picked up a pen and wrote this in his notebook:
"Polar Light, from an ordinary peaceful creature all the way till he led the colony to counter attack, was an epic journey. Every melody in the movement brought about an intense realism and was stunning. As if the creator had actually experienced it for himself."


"Every time background music plays in my head, I feel like there is nothing to be afraid of." —Fang Zhao
Toward the end of the apocalyptic period, Fang Zhao lost his life. However, instead of dying, he found himself 500 years later in the body of a young and aspiring composer who shared the same name. Having received a second chance at life, Fang Zhao sets out to achieve the previous owner's dreams.
Armed with the experience of living through an apocalyptic age and his profession as a composer before that period, Fang Zhao uses his talent, wits, and knowledge to make his mark in the entertainment industry of the future.

Now that I feel as though I did enough studying (which I probably didn't), I thought it was time that I started finding some things to get my hands dirty with. But what do I start with? Do I start with the basics or do I learn the basics as I try to do something more advanced? Why not both?

When you think of a mage, who do you think of? Constantine? Dr. Strange? Gandalf? Harry Potter, maybe? Personally, I kinda prefer the image of Constantine since he seems more realistic. So I thought okay well, how would one interact with the spirit realm? I don't seem to possess any psychic abilities that will help me see in the spiritual realm nor can I travel to the astral realm, and both seem like quite necessary skills to have as a mage so why not make those my end goals?

During my weekend of learning how to help victims of ritual abuse, I learned that time flows differently in the astral realm. So I thought, maybe if I can learn how to travel in the astral realm then maybe I can go back in time and somehow find a way to protect my mom from the abuse she had to needlessly suffer as a child. It seemed simple enough in my head.

So now that I had my end goal in mind, it was time to find a way to reach it. I started reading up on astral travel. I read books and web sites. I watched YouTube videos. Pretty much anything I could get my hands on, except for things that didn't quite seemed logical. As a rule, I tried avoiding anything new age. So, if I saw even one mention of crystals I ran.

In one of the books I read, I found a "simple" technique to achieve astral travel. It involved recording a guided meditation audio, to help me relax, and then after I was relaxed I had to slowly work on disconnecting my astral body from my physical one. I asked the girl I liked to record the audio for me because what's more calming than the voice of the person you had a crush on? So one evening I waited till everyone in my family was asleep (because my parents would definitely not approve of my new hobby), I put my pillow on the ground, got my earphones and lay on my back. I did this on the floor because I didn't want to fall asleep. I merely wanted to be in a relaxed state. I listened to the guided meditation and then proceded to disconnecting my astral body from my physical body. I started with my hands and tried to move my astral hands without moving my physical hands. Not sure how long that lasted but I ended up falling asleep. I retried the same technique a few times, all with the same results.

I eventually stumbled upon a hypnosis audio on YouTube that claims to be able to help achieve astral travel with no work from my side. So I figure, hell why not? What's the worst that could happen? So that evening I again waited till everyone in my family was asleep, I put my pillow on the ground, got my earphones and lay on my back. As I listened to the track I started getting the sensation of my head sinking back into my pillow and my body sinking into the floor. THIS WAS GREAT! Finally, I was starting to get somewhere. Sadly my excitement kinda broke the relaxed state and thus I decided to call it a night. After skipping one night I tried again in the same way as before. This time I didn't experience any sinking sensation but rather it was as though someone was shining a light in my face, although when I opened my eyes there was no one there, and yet when my eyes are closed I saw pretty much only white. This was alarming because my room was pitch black with no light from the street lamps shining in. Sadly I got too excited again and broke meditation again. I tried using this method again on a few other occasions but my excitement kept getting the best of me.

This was not working, I need to learn some self-control.

Qian Kun, fourth year mathematics student at a university in Imperial Capital, same year as Su Jinyu. Based on their results, this guy would be the best in terms of studies, receiving National Scholarships every year and had already been invited to do research.
However, this guy wasn't interested in research, but planned to enter the workforce instead.
It didn't take long for Qian Kun to reach an agreement with Chen Mo when he arrived at the experience store.
Qian Kun also joined Thunderbolt Entertainment as an intern, and was paid eight thousand a month as well. Chen Mo didn't mind paying them more either, but he wanted them to give time more time to gather experience and to hire time after they graduate, then giving them a proper salary.
Of everything about Thunderbolt Entertainment, Qian Kun was most interested in I Am MT because he thinks that the game has some mysterious power to be able to get the players to fork out too much money just from having a properly balanced game.
"Nice, now there's someone else to take the blame when I make another scammy game," Chen Mo thought secretly.
---
Now that the research was almost done, and he gathered all the manpower he needed, Chen Mo could finally start preparing for his next game.
Chen Mo had something in mind for the game, but he wasn't sure if he would execute it with his current abilities, therefore...
Yep, pay to win games.
Chen Mo was now quite wealthy from the ten or so million net from I Am MT, which happened to be Chen Mo's main source of income. Games like Plants vs Zombies and Lifeline were still selling, but at the same time the money was being redirected into Thunderbolt Tabletop, breaking even at the best.
Chen Mo estimated that his various video game designing skills were around eighty, art was around forty, music twenty, and storyboarding 13.
Chen Mo planned to max out the first levels of his video game designer skills, then level up art, music, and storyboarding skills a little bit as well as these would directly affect the quality of the games.
Chen Mo wanted to compete with high quality RTS games such as Legion Conquest, but the quality of the game might even be higher than the ones in his previous life.
Washed hands, washed face, and a cleansing bath.
Chen Mo topped-up five million RMB in exchange for fifty million credits.
Chen Mo did 7 draw tens to draw a lucky capsule.
Afterwards, Chen Mo took the capsule right away and spent all his remaining credits for spinning.
He might even get addicted to this drawing thing.
After all the draws, Chen Mo checked his loot.
Since he now had more money, Chen Mo didn't mind as much if he didn't get the bang for his buck, and managed to remain fairly calm.
Yep, very calm.
Designer Skill Books: 250.
Special Skill Books: 150.
Special Equipment: 100.
Yep, a perfect 5:3:2 ratio.
Equipment details.
250 Designer Skill Books, 74 numerics skill books, 61 level design skill books, 49 System Skill Books, 66 Story Skill Books.
150 Special Skill Books.
27 Original Art Skill Books.
49 3D Art Skill Books.
30 Animation Skill Books.
21 Music and Audio Effects Skill Books.
23 Storyboarding Skill Books.
One hundred Special Equipment.
Fifty-eight Memory Playback Potions, nineteen Reaction Speed Serums, twenty-two Hand Speed Boost Potions, one lucky capsule (already consumed).
"Hmm?"
Chen Mo was shocked to see the list of equipment.
Obviously the number of Designer Skill Books have already reached the upper limits, and in particular I've already maxed out the first level for story writing. Why did it give me sixty-six of those? Those cost ten thousand RMB each!
Can I convert them into Special Skill Books? I'm in desperate need of leveling up by art and music skills!
Also, what are these Reaction Speed Serums and Hand Speed Boost Potions!
What use would that serve me as a videogame designer?
Whatever, I'll consume them first.
After calming down, Chen Mo started consuming the story writing skill books.
A pop-up appeared on the screen: "Your other abilities are still at level one. You'll be able to draw level two skill books after all your skills reach level two to continue leveling up your abilities. This level one skill book is now useless and will be converted to thirty thousand credits.
"Pfft!!"
Chen Mo almost died from shock, What is this scam!
The book cost him one hundred thousand credits, but he only got refunded thirty thousand credits. This amount of refund is just amazing!
Holding back the urge to destroy the bracelet, Chen Mo consumed the other designer skill books.
System, numerics, level design, and story writing have finally been levelled up. But now he was left with one hundred ninety or so books that were converted into 5.7 million credits.
But level two hadn't been unlocked yet, it seemed like other skills such as art, music and storyboarding were also included...
After consuming the special skill books as well, Chen Mo checked out his attributes.
System, numerics, level design, and story writing were all at one hundred, waiting for level two and were at level two.
However, he was unable to continue to level his numerics stats as he needed to reach level two for everything else to be able to draw level two skill books.
Original Art: 80
3D art: 84
Animation: 40
Music and Audio Effects: 41
Storyboarding Skills : 36
Chen Mo felt satisfied with the stats and didn't feel the need to draw more. The numerics stats was also good enough to make an RTS game.
Because of the perspective of RTS games, he didn't need his art stats to be too high, unlike the requirements for first person action games. Therefore, his stats for Original Art and 3D Art was good enough for now.
But he was a bit lacking in the music and storyboarding department, but he could just spend more money in the CG department to compensate.
Chen Mo's stats in the Illusion Game Engine was as such:
Chen Mo: Videogame designer (C-grade)
Creativity: 49
Systems: 57
Numerics: 65
Level Designer: 53
Story Writing: 45
Original art: 39
3D Art:1
Monthly Resources Quota: 133MB/5GB
Chen Mo had made three games ever since he became a C-grade videogame designer, including I Am MT, Thunderbolt Tabletop, and Lifeline, but he was still a C-grade designer, yet to reach B-grade...
Creativity, Level Designer and 3D art didn't go up one bit.
Systems, Numerics, and Original Art were increased slightly from I Am MT and Thunderbolt Tabletop. Story Writing on the other hand, was increased because of Lifeline.
Although it wasn't much, his Monthly Resources Quota was increased to 5GB.
It feels as though the people responsible for this were quite cocky. Obviously they don't recognise I Am MT, thinking that it wasn't much in terms of design despite how profitable it was.
However, they decided to get Chen Mo a higher resources quota to 'have fun' with since he was now a frequent visitor of the best sellers leaderboard on the official app store.


Chen Mo liked calling himself a video game designer, despite being a mere video game producer.
After dying one day from work-related stress, he transmigrated into a parallel world as himself, right after he graduated. He was now in the body of his younger self, who also aspired to be a video game designer. 
Will he be able to fulfill his dream after being reborn in this oddly different new world, and become the best video game designer in that world?
Follow Chen Mo on his romp through video game classics as he brings the great games of the past to a whole new world in pursuit of his dreams!
Note: This Novel has been continued as a passion project by its translator. The continuation of this novel will not affect the result of Trial Reading or Voting Pool. 

As a small compensation that the last chapter took so long, I thought: I'll show you alternative ways how the story could have gone.
1. the bloodthirsty hunter:
In the beginning, Jaguar was supposed to be the antagonist of the story. He should have slightly grey skin and be more like Frankenstein's creature. He should be Talon's most brutal killer and be known for drinking the blood of his victims and because of his enormous regeneration he is almost impossible to kill. The real hero should be a bounty hunter, whose family was once killed by Jaguar, right in front of his eyes.
He or she (this was not yet certain) should join Overwatch to find Jaguar and take revenge on him. For this purpose he/she has made a spear of shining blue metal, which blocks his regeneration. In the end the hero, with Tracer's help (the two have come very close in the course of the story), defeats Jaguar by ramming the spear into Jaguar's heart. Jaguar's corpse then disintegrates, leaving only a black skeleton with silver teeth. The hero then decides to stay with Overwatch and with Tracer.


2. the next generation:
Another idea was: Overwatch stormed a secret lab and Tracer found a kid with silver teeth and claws. Overwatch takes care of him and with his curiosity and skills he often causes chaos. 20 years later he is the leader of a new generation of Overwatch agents.


2.5. The voice:
My actual desired candidate for Jaguar's voice was the actor and musician Sascha Rotermund (voice of Benedict Cumberbatch in The Hobbit, Star Trek and the Marvel movies, Jon Hamm, Armie Hammer, Dan Stevens in "Beauty and the Beast" or currently as the voice of Mandalorian in the series. Furthermore many audio books and audio plays.
    
However, he was already the German voice of Baptiste. So someone new had to be found.


3. the special investigator:
One plan was for Jaguar, instead of a pirate, to be a "Special Investigator of the British Kingdom". So someone who would be called in when " strange" things happened. Agents of the secret service found him in the jungle and brought him (after he bit off a commander's hand) to England. Where they trained him (not completely voluntarily) as a special investigator. He was dismissed, however, and spent his time as a bounty hunter, private investigator and adventure. He is supported by an AI called MINA, which is on a microchip transplanted into him. MINA is very childish and rebellious, the two often fight over words. After meeting Overwatch several times, he later joined them.
The idea comes from the German audio play series: "Oscar Wilde and Mycroft Holmes Special Investigator of the Crown" and "Cyberdetective" in which Sascha Rotermund plays the leading role in both.
P. S. Jaguar's story he reads to the agents is the content of Frank Schätzing's novel " Tod und Teufel" (engl. "Death and Devil"). With the difference that the novel is set in Cologne and that not the Queen but the bishop is to be murdered.
The ghost train story is a tribute to the Audible audio play series "Ghostsitter". The first part is now also available in English on Audible. Take the risk to listen to it, it's worth it.


What do you think, would you guys have liked one of the stories better?

A dangerous killer, who was thought to be dead long ago, has emerged from obscurity and calls Overwatch into action. But is he really the real enemy?

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Spoiler:
Tracer x OC

At the beginning of my life after college, I was a successful businessman. I owned a company so large and successful that very few companies could rival mine. Well, It was successful... I had a loving wife and daughter they were the only thing in my life I truly cared about... but one day while they were walking on the street a hit and run occurred and they both died before reaching a hospital. 

After a week of investigating, the cops suddenly barged into my mansion yelling "We caught you, you bastard you killed your own family!" I had no clue what was happening... the cops claimed that I organized a hit and run on my wife and child... the only ones I cared about in all the world.

In court, they showed images of me with people I don't recall ever seeing before with audio of me asking how much money they needed to accept the job.  I started feeling like this entire court is trying their hardest to set me up to be guilty... but that when I noticed as I was looking over at the jury... every one of the people in the jury was people in my company that I fired. My heart sank and the judge as if "coming into the light" nodded his head like he made a decision and he said the words I did not want to hear.

"Silence! The jury has come to a decision with a unanimous vote that Lucifer Caebic is found guilty of murder. He is sentenced to death via lethal injection."

I was sentenced to death via lethal injection for crimes I did not commit. I was stuck in prison for 2 years then put to death for crimes that I did not do. For those two years during free time I was allowed to read books on the library computer for "Good Behaviour" so for the 2 years I decided to read a classic from my childhood Star Wars. I read through all the lore possible from the Star Wars universe and to be honest, If I were to describe myself, it would be that I have always preferred the Sith over the Jedi. 

The Sith have more freedom than the Jedis. The Sith followed a code just like the Jedi, they followed Darth Bane's Code of the Sith. Darth Bane's code is "Peace is a lie, there is only passion. Through passion, I gain strength. Through strength, I gain power. Through power, I gain victory. Through victory, my chains are broken. The Force shall free me." 

After 2 Years of waiting for my time to come, it was finally the day in which I would die. During my time in prison, I befriended each and every guard. When I had only one day left until my death, every one of those guards visited me in their free time to say goodbye. Some even had faint amounts of water forming in their eyes. On the day of my death, The Guards that overseed my death were none other than one of my friends, he had clear hesitation on his face hinting that he did not want to be in any way involved with my death.

"It is okay my friend. It is my time. I understand that you are hesitant to kill me, but just know that I would rather have you, my friend, kill me instead of someone else." 

All of my friends turned away upon seeing me being injected with a needle. As my vision darkened I said aloud with the last of the strength within me "Good...bye...My...Friends."

After my death, I thought I would simply stop existing, but instead, I simply floated within an endless abyss. I do not know how long I was in this void of nothingness. Mabye I have been here for days? Mabye months or even years. 

While going over my memories of my life a voice that sounded old and broken entered my ears. 
"Do you wish to leave?" 
I floated there in the abyss looking around myself for that...voice. Enough time passed to where I could no longer bear sitting in this abyss and I answered hoping the voice was still with me. 
"Do you accept the conditions of the contract?" the voice asked me. 
I did not know what it was asking and when I asked what It meant it only repeated its question to me. So, I accept. 
"Than the contract is set, happy hunting."
Upon hearing him my senses vanished and I could no longer stay conscious. 

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When I awoke I was in a forest, I could hear the chirps of birds and the howls of wolves. I could feel the solid ground! I could feel the effect of gravity on my body! I was ecstatic due to this wonderful feeling, but that feeling quickly disappeared due to not having any clothes.

The forest was peaceful and beautiful nothing like earth in the slightest on earth most forests were ruined by human hands, entire ecosystems destroyed just so someone could make a bigger profit. They did not care if they made a species go extinct. It disgusted me to the point that I made a company completely built on artificial products... just so we did not have to destroy earth more than we already have. All of my thoughts were disrupted by a voice neither feminine or manly.

'Welcome Host, I am the Star Wars system. Do you wish to hear my current functions?'
"Who said that?! Where are you?!" 
'Calm down Host, I am currently located within your soul.'  
"What?...My soul? What are you talking about?" 
'My creator placed me inside your soul to help you fulfill your contract.'
"What contract?! It never even told me its terms!"
'That is your problem, not my creators.'
"Ah...Fine, tell me of your uses." 

'I am outfitted with a Level/Stat system, Inventory system, System shop, and Quest System.'
"So you are like a game system?" 
'If that is what you want to think of me as.'
'You have a starter crate available as well as a Starter Mission. Do you wish to open the crate?"

A StarWars enthusiast is reincarnated into the StarWars universe with a system, with the gift of being able to use both sides of the force. What will be the challenges our MC, Osiris Blight will face?

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