Finally, summer break had ended. It felt like it had stretched on and on, especially for Lucid. Aside from the fact that this had been his first summer break ever, he had experienced an extra six months during this period, meaning that for him, the break had lasted almost eight months. Technically speaking, it had been six months of real-world experience and two months of actual break, but either way, it was about time it ended. When Lucid walked into the classroom, all his classmates, including Kyung-eun and Hyung Oh, greeted him excitedly. "Ooh!" they exclaimed, "Here comes the model!"

Indeed, his classmates had recognized him from the public library posters plastered around the city. Lucid smiled awkwardly as they continued to praise and swoon over him and swiftly took a seat at his desk. Looking around the class, he realized that all his classmates were talking and laughing heartily amongst themselves, seemingly having forgotten all about what had happened before the break. Hyung Oh, no longer the class president, was immersed in a comic book with his friend, and when Lucid met eyes with Kyung-eun, she smiled and waved at him. The flowers decorating the windowsills had withered, giving way to small berries. Lucid thought this was a rather good reflection of the classroom itself. Everyone had moved on from the negative things and regained their usual cheeriness.

Even after the start of the new school term, Lucid was as engrossed in reading as he had always been. Though it wasn't as intense, his peers and teachers alike still had a difficult time interrupting his reading time, and now that he was allowed to visit the school library again, there was almost nothing that could stop him. The school's books were lacking in terms of quality and amount of information, they were actually perfect for Lucid, as his level of knowledge hadn't quite been enough for him to comprehend the public library's more difficult books. Now, he was able to study broader, more varied topics.

If he had to pick a drawback, it would be that with the limited school books, he had to resort to outside means to obtain answers whenever he had further questions about the topic he was reading about. Thankfully enough, the school itself was a perfect outside mean, with plenty of teachers who were more than willing to answer any questions the students might have. The homeroom teacher in particular (though she'd be inclined to deny it) was always waiting (indeed, she was not) for students to go up to her desk and pose any question he had (again, that was not her job).

"Miss," Lucid called as he approached the teacher's desk. "Is it true that light turns into the colors of the rainbow when it passes through a prism?"
"Yes, that's right. Did you read that in a book?"
"I did. But I was wondering, is it just the color that changes? Or does more happen to the light once it's through?"

Hee Yeon thought this was a very, very strange question for a student to ask. After all, wasn't he much too young to be actively wondering about such things? Shouldn't he be worried about, oh, the lunch menu or something of that nature? Not only was physics not her strongest suit, but she actually only possessed basic knowledge on the science at all, knowledge that might be regarded as just common knowledge. Once again, while facing Lucid, Hee Yeon sighed inwardly, thinking now more than ever that teaching was not an easy job at all.

"Miss Kim." Lucid called again. "Shadows are formed when an object covers a light source, right?"
"Yes, and we've played with shadows before, remember?"
"We did. But I was wondering, shadows also have different colors. Some are really black, but others aren't. Why is that?"

She knew this, in part. Something about shadows within shadows? She fully regretted not taking college level physics when she had had the chance. As her face contorted and turned a rather embarrassing shade of red, Lucid bowed and returned to his desk. He now knew, from first-hand experience, that teachers weren't able to provide answers to every question.

****

For quite a few days now, the teachers' office was swept with commotion. It had all started when a little boy, a first grader, had stopped by, hand-in-hand with a teacher who introduced the boy to one of the teachers in charge of the higher grades. The child had greeted the new teacher politely before  shooting out a question.

"If a running car comes across a patch of ice with a coefficient of friction of zero, will the car slip?"
"What? Oh, uh... Probably?"
"So will slip past the patch of ice?"
"Yes...? Probably...?"
"But if the coefficient of friction is zero, that means that there is no kinetic friction, so there is no rolling friction either, is there?"
"What?"
"And without the friction to propel it in any given direction, shouldn't the car come to a stop?"
"What?"

At that moment, the bell had rung, signaling the beginning of class and providing the teacher with an excuse to run out of the office. According to rumors, a voice had erupted from one of the sixth grade classrooms a few hours later,, shouting out, "Amontons!", but no one gave it much thought.

This type of questions hit-and-runs were ongoing and impossible to predict or prevent. Hee Yeon passed the boy over to her colleagues without remorse, and the only thing they could do was to eaither endure it or avoid the office altogether. And avoid they did, as over the next couple of days, fewer and fewer teachers stopped by the office, even during break times. Even if they happened upon the room, they would leave at the first sign of a potential question. The headmaster was no different. With all the teachers so busy (avoiding him) even during break time, Lucid had no choice but to return to the classroom.

****

At lunchtime, Myeong-su came over to Lucid's class, for quite the obvious reason. "Let's go play soccer!" He shouted. Lucid smiled (he had been correct in his assumption), and the two boys made their way to the very, very crowded courtyard. During lunch break, over half of all the male students in the school played in the courtyard, and joining them was rather akin to driving a car with the full knowledge that you'd get into a car accident. As elementary school children, what they called soccer was played more like rugby, and as first graders at the bottom of the courtyard's food chain, there was no way that the two boys would be free to run around as they wished. What if they happened to hit one of the older kids? There was no guarantee that they'd make it back to their class in peace. 

That's why the younger kids usually spent their time in the corner of the field, passing the ball to and away from each other. With this type of play, there was bound to be someone left behind, who wouldn't get the chance to even touch the ball at all. And that someone was usually Lucid. Of course, it was intentional, as he preferred to sit back and watch his friend play. Even Myeong-su left Lucid alone, partly because he didn't want to force him to play, but mostly because he knew it would be more productive to kick the ball some more than to try to convince Lucid to play along.

 And so, as Lucid watched his friend play, as usual, an idea struck him out of nowhere. If he could give the ball's coefficient of friction a value of zero, what sort of changes would it cause? Friction, as he understood it, was a type of resistance, meaning that if a ball with a coefficient of zero were to fly through the air, the resistance from the wind would also be decreased. And, since there was very minimal friction exerted upon the ball as it left the ground, wouldn't the kinetic energy be almost fully preserved?

Though he wished to experiment right away, he had to stop himself from performing magic right then and there. There were too many people around, and he didn't know what could happen. Plus, it was much too risky to try something new with unknown results when Myeong-su was standing so close. No, Lucid decided. He'd have to try it some other time.

Once all the classes had finished, Lucid went down to a remote corner of the courtyard, ball in hand. He first wanted to try kicking the ball towards the wall. Once he saw what happened, he would kick it towards the courtyard. He set the ball down twenty paces away from the wall, and took three more steps back. After taking a moment to ready himself, he lightly kicked the ball. It flew forward about ten meters, hit the center of the wall, and bounced back towards him. Lucid briefly calculated the speed and trajectory of the ball and returned it to its original place, twenty paces away. Again, he stepped back three paces and kicked once more, with roughly the same amount of force. This time, the ball hit the wall much higher than it had before and bounced upwards. Though he couldn't say for sure that the kicking force had been constant between the two kicks, he determined them to be valid nonetheless. That is to say, he now knew that a ball with a coefficient of friction of zero did have reduced resistance from the wind. Satisfied with the results, Lucid made his way out to the courtyard.

The older kids were still in class, and it was already time for the younger kids to leave. This meant that there were much fewer students in the courtyard, and though Myeong-su was among one of such students, he was too busy playing with his other friends and hadn't noticed Lucid's arrival. With this in mind, Lucid reached the center of the field and chose one of the goalposts (across from the one Myeong-su was playing at) as his target. He set the ball down and kicked with as much force as he had before. Strangely enough, the ball shot forward rather slowly, and even more strangely, it flew straight across the field for about 40 meters before hitting the goalpost and bouncing upwards. Though it wasn't what Lucid had intended, it was still a pretty interesting phenomenon. Lucid scratched his eyebrow awkwardly. Little did he know, someone had been watching him.

"Whoa," Hyung-geun murmured to himself. He had been staring out the window, bored out of his wits as classes dragged on. The courtyard was too far away for him to properly make out who had kicked the ball, but he had seen, for certain, that the slow moving ball had shot in a straight line and bounced up after hitting the post. It was unlike anything he had seen before, and his jaw dropped before he even realized.

Whoever had kicked the ball had retrieved it and placed it back at the center of the field. He moved back a couple of steps and kicked the ball again. This time, the ball flew low above the ground, but... Hyung-geun couldn't believe what he had seen. He shot up from his seat, eyes bulging wide as he leant towards the window. He had never seen a ball go so fast in his life. He wondered whether this was the famed "cannon shot" that was the signature move of so many professional players. The ridiculously fast ball zoomed across the field towards the goalpost, hitting the net so hard that it actually lifted off the ground. Hyung-geun could have watched this mysterious cannon shooter for hours, if only it hadn't been for his teacher. "Hyung-geun Kim!" The teacher yelled out, drawing the student's attention back to the class. As Hyung-geun sat back down, the teacher sighed inwardly and gave him a gentle smack on the head as a warning.

Blissfully unaware of Hyung-geun's situation, Lucid picked the ball up and returned it to the classroom. He had kicked it gently to better control its trajectory, and for now, he was satisfied with the results. He had observed that simply lowering the friction imposed on the ball was enough to alter the speed and trajectory, and based on how it had hit the net, it seemed that the ball's kinetic energy was also preserved through its flight. He would have loved to use proper, more accurate equipment, but he was content enough with the fact he was able to experiment like this.

And so, just as suddenly as he had appeared, Lucid the Cannon Shooter disappeared. Perhaps he would be back. That would be entirely up to his closest friend, Myeong-su Lim.

****

"Hey, come on! We need more people." Myeong-su whined, leaning against the desk Lucid was sitting at.
"It's too late." Lucid reminded him, looking out the window. The sky was already turning a lovely shade of crimson. "We'll be eating dinner soon. If we're caught, the teachers will yell at us."
"We can come back before dinner!" His friend declared. Soon, the sky would take on a darker purple tinge.
"Didn't you play enough soccer back at school?"
"School's school. This is the institute, so we have to play here, too. It's different!"

Lucid once again felt that arguing about logic with Myeong-su was perhaps the most futile endeavor he could ever attempt. So he simply smiled and got up.

Surprisingly, the Cannon Shooter returned on the same day he had left.

<Clash (1)> End.

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

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

How will the boy try to survive?

What kind of life will the boy live?

ONE WEEK LATER AT TOKYO

SIR Nighteye was sitting in his living room with blackface. It's been one week since the day they saved the children. Afterward, he left with the child and he lived with him since then. 

The reason a hero such as him was having such an expression was that he was facing a wall he was never trained for. Parenthood.

Many people don't know how much stress it was to be parents until they became one.

During his discussion with All Might, he assured with conviction that he could raise the child well, but right now he came to regret this earlier bravado. He nearly tore his hair in frustration as he thought about it. He read many books, watching many educational movies, asked advice, but nothing could have prepared him for this child.

He was ready for a rebellious child, a crying child, a child trying to flee, even a child trying to kill him. But he wasn't ready for a silent child.

Since the day they came back, he never spoke more than necessary. He only silently watched the TV or read the book he had. All that with heavy silence and dull eyes.

Nighteye was worried. How could he raise him? The worst was that since the child was doing nothing bad, he couldn't correct him. He even tried to make him go out a little, but he refused.

He was at his wit end. Perhaps they should send him to someone more geared towards such cases. A psy? Or perhaps a more complete family? 

"Where is Yagi?"

Nighteye suddenly became serious, he couldn't let such things pass.

"Call him Toshinori-san or All Might. You should respect him more"

The boy was looking at him with a curious light in his red eye. He was wearing a black tee-shirt and white shorts. He could now speak clearly, even if he rarely opened his mouth. 

"Why?"

"It's a mark of respect. You should, no... You must respect him" 

"I read that people close could call each other with their first name without honorific"

Nighteye bit his teeth at this counter-argument, he nearly spat blood. As a fan of All Might, he couldn't let someone disrespect him, at the same time, he couldn't say that the child wasn't someone close to All might. He decided to change the way to go.

"Do you even understand who he is?"

"Yes. He is a hero."

"You're partially right. But this not enough to describe him !!! Follow me. "

Once again he couldn't let this pass. He took the boy by the hands and took him toward his office room.

The office room was like a sanctuary for him. A place where he could relax and let his head calm down as he bathed in bliss. Why? Because it was where all his posters and figurines of All Might were placed.

He opened the room and showed all this to the boy with great aplomb.

"All Might isn't just a hero, he is THE hero, the symbol of peace."

"I see..." 

The boy looked at the room with wonder, then looked at Nighteye. Nighteye felt his heart set ablaze, this child should have understood how awesome and wonderful All Might is.

"So... Are you... What do they call it... A stalker?"

Nighteye literally felt an arrow pierce his heart. The worst was that the question had been posed with absolutely no malice. It was just pure curiosity.

The boy, losing interest in the shocked Nighteye began to wander the room with interest, he took one of the books that were citing the exploit of All Might and began to read it.

Seeing that the boy was once again in the world of reading, Nighteye decided to do something more productive and sat in his chair in order to work. He was planning to open a hero agency and there still some work to do in order for everything to be all right.

After two hours of work he raised his head and turned toward the corner where the child was quietly reading. Despite how he acted, he was truly worried about him. Child his age should be busy running around and playing the hero. Laughing, crying and having dreams. Not coped in their room with no friends. Finally, he asked, 

"So? After reading about All Might, what do you think? Impressive isn't it?"

The boy didn't raise his head from the book but nodded calmly before answering, 

"He is strong. I want to be strong. Are all the heroes as strong as him?"

Nighteye frowned a little and pushed his glasses. He didn't like this question. When reading such a heroic story, a child should be blinded by how awesome or how cool the situation was, not the strength displayed. 

" Heroes are strong true. But it isn't their strength that matters the most. But their hearts. "

The boy finally raised his head and tilted it to the right.

"But strength is more important. Right? How could they save people if they aren't strong? Isn't All Might number one because he is the strongest?"

Truly sharp for a kid. But he couldn't let him go astray. He took the remote controller and decided to show the video of All might saving people from a fire. Nighteye let a smile as he watched this once again. He could never tire no matter how many times he did it. Once the video ended, he turned to face the kid

"Did you see this? I won't lie to you. Being a hero means fighting the forces of evil. One must be skilled enough in such a fight. So you're right in saying that you need strength to be a hero. " 

He paused and took a more serious look as he raised his glasses. 

"But being a hero is so much more than that. The first job of a hero isn't to fight but to save. Saving might require strength but it's far from enough. A true hero isn't someone who just saves the body but also the heart." 

He looked at the different posters plastered on his wall as he continued. 

"All Might is the symbol of peace, not just because he is the strongest, but because of his smile. When he appears somewhere, people relax because they know that everything will be alright. Why? You might ask... " 

His smile became kind as he said in a low voice

" Because he is here."

The boy looked at him quietly. He didn't know what went on his head but it seemed like his words still had an effect. Afterward, they passed the rest of the days in silence. Only, this time, the silence wasn't as awkward.

-----At Night 

The child was looking blankly at a book he was holding as he sat on a corner in his bedroom. A blanket was covering all his body but his eye. He only needed the slightest light in order to be able to see as clearly as if it was daytime. 

Since the day he came here, he didn't sleep a wink. He couldn't sleep a wink and he didn't need to sleep as long as he had enough energy. 

Even when night came, he would stay here, in this corner, and read quietly. He was scared, scared that everything was nothing more than a dream, scared than the moment he closed his eyes he would go back to that hell. After all, it wouldn't have been the first time that they played such a cruel joke on him. 

His current life was heaven. No beating, no experiment, no pain, no mocking laugh. He was free... Yes, he was free. But so what? What should he do? What did it mean to be free? 

His breathing becomes a little disorganized. It was just as if he was having an anxiety attack. That when he saw a word that caught his attention and allowed to calm himself. 

The book he was holding was a book about flowers and their meaning. The word that caught his attention was the name of a flower. This word seemed to touch something deep in him. He didn't remember clearly, but somehow he was sure that he already heard this word somewhere. That this word was connected to something that once gave him hope. But it was weird. He never had hope. So where did this feeling come from?

He decided to pay more attention to the word and its meaning. After that, he took another dictionary and began to see different words. Soon, a satisfied smile appeared on his face. Finally, he had made his choice. For the first time, he was able to make a choice.

----Next morning

Nighteye wore a grumpy face. He had a ritual for each new morning.

When he woke up, he would firstly put his right leg down before rising from the bed. After that, he would go brush his teeth and then take a shower before soaking himself for 15 minutes in a bath at a temperature of exactly 38°C.

Once he finished all that, he would take a coffee without sugar nor milk and drink it in his office as he gazed at the posters his idol in silence. Finally, he would read the newspapers. 

Only after all those steps were accomplished could he truly begin his morning. But today he didn't even manage to take his bath. He was yanked from his toilet as he was brushing his teeth.

So here he was with his mouth full of toothpaste as he watched blankly at the boy.

 But this grumpy expression changed once he heard the words from the boy.

"I finally choose my name"

Yes, if you didn't already remark this, *cough* the boy was never named. Even though he was technically Nighteye son, the papers for the adoption weren't completed since the boy still didn't choose a name.

Nighteye wanted to name him at first, but All Might said that they should let the boy do it. It was like choosing one hero name. This choice would in some sort, show what kind of hero one wanted to be.

The reason why the boy read so many books previously was in order to find an appropriate name that would please him. It seemed like he finally found it.

"OK. So, what did you choose? "

The boy looked at him seriously and took a book about flowers before showing him a word. This word was "clover".

"My name will be, Hayate Kuroha."

"Why this name?" Asked Nighteye calmly. He had an idea but he wanted to be sure.

"Because..."

(https://www.patreon.com/RedLaw ---->
P.A.T.R.E.O.N link

https://discord.gg/se7eFBE

My email for PAYONNER: aymar236@gmail.com
Also thanks to RISE10 for editing the cover picture) 

 Who am I ?

Where am I ?

A virtuous soul was given a second chance to live. At the price of all his memories, he would
be reincarnated in a fictional world of his choice with the powers of his choosing.
Watch as this soul reincarnates firstly, in the world of Boku no hero academia and strive to
reach the highest level.

After suffering for years and being saved by the greatest hero, a child has to watch as this
hero slowly but surely lost his power. The day when this hero gave his power away, the boy
decided something.

"I will become a hero, but I will not be the kind of hero who brings smiles to the people. The
brighter the light, the larger the shadow. I will become the shadows future symbol of peace"
Notice : like most fanfic of this kind, the mc will travel to a different world.

Disclaimer : Depiction of cruelty, torture and child abuse will be present. Sex scenes, curse
words etc will also be present.Anyone under 12 years of age shouldn't read this.

Copyright Disclaimer: Neither the original stories nor the cover picture belongs to me. I am
just a fan who wants to write a different version of Mangas I love with the powers of others
manga I find badass. You should go read those Mangas or watch their anime version.

NOTE: I have a constant release of 5 chapters each week. But if you give me enough stones for me to reach:

 The top 30= 1 bonus chapter on Saturday. 
The top 20= 2 bonus on Sunday.
The top 10 = another bonus chapter.

Once Inside, Alexander met the X-Men and the senior students again. Most of them had turned out to become a faculty now.
"Thank you for teaching Jean for all these years." Charles walked in.
"Haha, it seems baldness has no treatment" Alexander joked and shook his hand.
"Well, they were already falling so I decided to get a new look. Please come with me to the office. All the teachers would want to know you." He suggested and Alexander followed. Leaving Jean behind to chat with her friends.
...
In the office.
"So, can she control her powers now?" Charles asked.
"Yes, she can. She can easily deal with mutants like the Apocalypse. Though I would not try to force her if someone more stronger appeared. Her powers are limitless and she can keep on practicing all she wants and it would still not be enough. Though I have taught her things that let her keep her mind in check. Now she can sleep even in a crowded room without looking into someone's mind." He explained.
Raven took a sigh of relief, "Thank god. I was worried about her."
"Well, you should worry more about how you are going to deal with your son." Alexander dropped the bomb as he relaxed in his seat.
"WHAT! WHAT DO YOU MEAN?" She loudly asked. Hank was also surprised by the revelation. He and Raven had been in a relationship for a while now.
"Yeah, I mean. You abandoned him when he was small. How are you going to explain to him about that?" Alexander said.
"Where is he?" She asked.
"In this very building. He's been living here for years now." Alexander hinted.
Hank caught the clue and exclaimed, "I knew it. Kurt is your son, Raven."
"What?" She felt shocked, happy, and scared as well. She had doubts that Kurt was her son but she never tried to confirm it and just kept on treating him nicely.
"Tell me if you need my help, you should be able to handle Kurt. I wish you luck. I'll go and talk to Max." Alexander left the room. He went straight to Max, who was helping some children learn how to control their powers.
"You have become a good teacher, Max. I can see respect for you in their eyes." Alexander praised.
"I just did what you told me to do. You haven't disappointed me either. What you have done would have taken us so many years to accomplish." Max replied.
"I just got you some of your rights. Which were long due." He shrugged. Alexander had forced the UN Human Rights Council to include all mutants in the same category as normal humans and grant them the same protection. Alexander had subtly changed history and science textbooks all around the world. Now kids learn a bit how the Mutants exist. But there was still a lot of hatred and discrimination present in the streets. 
"Max, I wanted to tell you something."
"What is it?" He asked.
"You have a son and a daughter. Their names are Pietro Maximoff and Wanda Maximoff" he revealed.
Max's eyes widened in shock. He didn't know he had children. His blood out there somewhere. He had relations with many women in his life but he never got this news.
"W-Where are they?" He asked.
"Hydra had abducted them after their house got demolished from a mortar. They wanted to do experiments on them..." He was interrupted.
"What happened to them?"
"Easy, Max. I saved them before any harm could come to them. They are small. Your son has powers of Superspeed and but your daughter, she has a problem. When she was born, an Elder God Chthon's residual energies altered Wanda. Chthon is a god only in name, in reality, he's a demon. I'm afraid Wanda may have a very high talent in chaos magic, but the magic might also corrupt her. So we need to be careful."
"Where are they?" Max again asked.
"I'll take you to them." He said and opened the door. He took him to Phixheim without him even knowing.
Max saw 2 little children playing under a tree with legos. They were cutely giggling at small things. The two kids realized that someone was there so they turned their heads.
"Oh, it's Grandpaaaa" they ran up to Alexander for hugs.
"Pietro, Wanda. I told you I'll find your papa. Look, I found him." He introduced.
Wanda quietly looked at Max and asked, "Why you leave us, papa? You don't love us?"
Max's heart broke hearing that. "I am sorry, Wanda. I couldn't find you. But thanks to Mr. Universe..."
"You are my papa?" Little Pietro asked.
Max nodded. "Yes"
"Hug me, hug me" he jumped beside him. Max also quickly picked him up with sad eyes.
Soon after, the 3 bonded well. Alexander let him take his children to the Institute. He had already put protection on them. When Wanda would wake her magic he would teach her.
~Now only Logan is left.~ he thought.
...
Meanwhile, Logan went for a tour of the National war museum and was shocked to see big posters and sculptures of Alexander. He then found about his deeds and returned to the institute to have a talk.
Alexander invited the guy for a beer outside the castle.
"Do you know about my past? Why can't I remember anything?" Logan questioned.
"Because your memories are too brutal. You have an unconscious filter that stops your mind from accessing them. You lost many people, Logan. You've also killed many by your own hands. If you get your memories back then you'll go crazy." Alexander warned.
"But I still want them. Without them, I am an incomplete man." Wolverine argued.
"I can make it so that your emotions don't get affected by your memories. Your emotions will be deactivated for a while. Your memories will seem like you are watching a movie. Tell me, should I do this?" Alexander asked.
"Yes, do it." Logan agreed. Alexander kept his words and deactivated his emotions while unlocking his memories. Soon Wolverine saw his whole life. From young to old. How his mother committed suicide in front of him. How the love of his life married someone else. How he then accidentally killed her. All his past scars came to him. But he felt nothing.
"Do you remember everything now, Logan?" He asked.
"Yes, I do." Wolverine gave a short reply.
"Then let me tell you about another thing. There is someone behind all this. Someone who has been controlling your family's bloodline for centuries. He controlled your life, all the choices and mistakes you made were because of him. His name is Romulus. An immortal Wolf-like man. He's been on Earth from pre-historic times. He likes to control people." Alexander revealed.
"ACCIO Romulus" Alexander spoke. Soon an extremely tall wolf-like man appeared in front of him.
Romulus was surprised at first, then he realized he was summoned.
"Who are you?" He angrily asked.
"Your end." Alexander punched him in his guts and force fed him a potion. Romulus might be some Bigshot on Earth and was active throughout history due to his strength and immortality. But he was nothing when compared to the Universe as a scale. Even Endgame Thor could beat him.
"Logan, this is the guy. This is Romulus, I have taken away his healing powers. I will give you back your emotions now. Then tell me if you want revenge with your own hands or not." Alexander announced.
As soon as he gave him back the emotions, Wolverine clutched his head in pain, "AAAAAAA"
"Do you want to do it, Logan?" Alexander asked.
"Yes, I must finish what he has started." Logan boomed. He suddenly charged at Romulus with his claws out. Romulus was still shocked that his healing was gone.
"Why are you doing this to me, Sorcerer?" Romulus shouted.
||Romulus - Category 5
Murder - 12,314,456
Indirect Murder - 67,876,999
R*ape - 678,897
Slavery - 1,778,433
Blackmail - 9,578,532
Sin Percentage - 93%||
Alexander felt disgusted at the sin chart.
"You are a rabid dog, Romulus. And like every rabid dog, you must be put down." Alexander loudly stated.
Wolverine and Romulus fought for hours. Wolverine was able to inflict a lot of damage on his but it was still not enough for monsterous Romulus.
Wolverine was having trouble killing Romulus. It was normal, though. Romulus had thousands of years of fighting experience. So Alexander made Romulus trip so Wolverine could put his claws in his neck. As Romulus died, Alexander erased him from space and time.
"YAAAAAAAAAAAAA..." Wolverine loudly shouted at the moon in anger and pain. There were some small tears in his eyes as he remembered his past family and friends. 
Alexander secretly poured a calming draught in his mouth. When Wolverine was back to normal he looked around in confusion.
"Why hasn't anyone come here after hearing all the noise?" He asked.
"Don't worry, your fight happened in a mirror world. No damage was done to the outside." Alexander quickly brought them out of the mirror dimension.
"Thanks, General," Logan spoke.
"Haha, it's been so long since I heard someone call me that." Alexander laughed.
"It turns out, my whole life has been meaningless. I don't know what to do now." Wolverine thought out loudly.
"Son, you can think of it a bit differently too. For the first time since your birth, now you are finally free. You can do anything you want. Make a family, created some cute little pups. Settle down and enjoy little things in life." He advised.
"Hmm, enjoying little things. I might just do that." Wolverine said looking at the school.
Alexander was happy that he could fix the broken man, Logan. Logan didn't deserve all the bad things that happened with him.
...
Fact: The reason why Wanda and Pietro hated Tony Stark is because at the age of ten, while having dinner with her adopted family, a mortar shell hit their apartment building, killing Wanda's parents. The building started to crumble, trapping Wanda and Pietro inside as they hid under a bed. 
A second shell then hit and landed three feet in front of them but did not go off; the twins were left trapped in the rubble, staring at the unexploded shell reading the name Stark Industries on it. For the next two days, Wanda and Pietro feared the shell would detonate before rescue efforts could free them. 
But Alexander saved them very early in this world.
[You can see Logan and Romulus of my Discord - https://discord.gg/DgHkrAn OR see them on Instagram - https://www.instagram.com/mister_immortal_novel]
______________________________
30 Advance chapters are available on - patr-eon.com/misterimmortal
Special thanks to *Joakim Jönsson* and *Conrad*.
Thank you for your support!

Alexander Maxim Universe, A kind old man, a war veteran, the most renowned scientist in the world.

After a life full of hardship Alexander finally completes his promise to his dead wife. He made a super-effective medicine for cancer. But his kindness was greeted with ugly politics and betrayal from his loved ones.

However, something different awaited him on the other side.

...

After his death, due to unknowingly saving the lives of billions of people, God adopted him as his son and gave him the job to purify the multiverse from sin. From that day onwards, Angels and demons called him the God's Advocate. 

"My son, enjoy yourself while working, okay!. I don't want you to get bored from your job like Jesus. Damn, I miss Jesus, why did I send him there" 

***Warning - No Harem, Extremely OP protagonist, more of a slice of life story.***
___________________________
2 Chapters daily

[1st major world - Harry potter. Will not strictly follow the canon - Complete (Chapter 4-45)]

[2nd major world - Game of thrones - Complete (Chapter 47-105)]

[3rd major world - Marvel - Ongoing]

[4th major world - One Piece - Upcoming]
____________________________
I do not own anything except the main character in this fanfiction. 
____________________________
For advance chapters- www.patreon.com/misterimmortal
____________________________
I will be posting this story on RoyalRoad too

Actually, Meng Fan forgot something too. His stream.
The earliest group of fickle netizens had come to his stream for drawing. Then, most of them turned out to be manga lovers, who made up a large group of potential consumers.
He thought about it and decided 50,000 was not a lot, and there was no need for him to think of ways to buy it himself.
The biggest problem now with completing the [Professional Manga Artist] task was the lack of content. It took 11 chapters to be updated to make up one volume.
"8 chapters!"
Meng Fan flipped through the volume and the script Mr.Sleepy had sent him. Although publishing 8 chapters in the first volume wasn't a great move; one should at least publish 9 chapters to have a complete story; Meng Fan didn't have time to worry about this. They did this so they could publish more single volumes.
Of course, the premise is that the number of pages in the first 8 chapters were enough to support a single copy.
"8 Chapters?"
Mr.Sleepy was familiar with the content... and had no objections to this at all. He actually chuckled as he responded to Meng Fan, "I think it's great! Chapter 8 and Chapter 9 should be very connected, so that once they finish reading chapter 8… Hahaha this cliffhanger, it's a killer! I like it!"
Meng Fan was speechless. He didn't think that's how Mr.Sleepy would interpret this.
It made sense. His favorite thing on earth was cliffhangers. And he left you hanging for days, too. He'd been cursed and scolded as a "cliffhanger dog". After all, he graduated from the cliffhanger class, so his brain must be fragmented too!
"Then it's set. I'll go place the order now."
Mr.Sleepy hung up.
Place an order?
These wealthy people were so different from us mortals. Even the tone of his voice had substance.
The issue with the publishing house had been resolved, and Meng Fan felt no matter how well the first volume sold, good or bad, they'd have no difficulty continuing publications in the future. Even if the sales volumes will decrease in the future, it was enough for the first few publications to sell 100,000 copies.
The System didn't specify how many sales each volume had to make; it only said the total sales had to reach 100,000.
Turns out, this was indeed the case.
The [Professional Manga Artist] task was at 1/10 experience points. The 1 had come from the first volume publication of "Guide to Campus RoMANce".
As for why the sales count was 0... This was because all of the single copies of "Guide to Campus RoMANce" had been gifted by Meng Fan after he printed them. He didn't go through any sales channels, so the System refused him the experience.
Now that "Guide to Campus RoMANce" had updated to chapter 12 or so, he could think about publishing the second volume, regardless if they planned to sell or not.
Meng Fan decided to find Qin Jiao again the next day to publish this manga since she'd helped him last time with her connections.
"No problem." Qin Jiao then asked, "My studio has a slot for a single volume publication, so you can just deliver it. Are you going to pay for it yourself again?"
This time, Meng Fan wasn't in a rush. Moreover, he could leave everything to the publishers to deal with it. He had to use the sales channels somehow; even a little bit counts.
And "Guide to Campus RoMANce" was very popular too; people might actually buy it.
"Let's go."
Qin Jiao asked Meng Fan to wait while she drove the car out.
"Where? The publisher?"
"The studio! Even if you're just a shopkeeper, you should meet your employees!"
Shortly after, they arrived at the XiZi cultural center's front gate. Meng Fan saw the Da Mei studio sign as soon as he stepped out of the car and walked towards it. He stepped in there to take a look and paused for a moment. The interior and exterior of the studio were from two different worlds!
Renovations?
It's only been a few days, there's no way they could have renovated in such a short time! The place also didn't need much renovations either. Such a big change could only be caused by decor.
Brand new office furniture, potted plants, small accessories, equipment... it looked simple, but gave you a culturally rich and creative feeling. It was a vibrant studio, full of life.
"Professor Qin, Meng boss."
There were already people in the studio and had gotten up to greet Qin Jiao and Meng Fan. they were all either alumni or current students from the academy. They also knew Meng Fan and were aware that he was one of the shareholders of this studio. They didn't know what to call him, so they followed his netizens.
At first, everyone was curious why Qin Jiao decided and opened a studio with Meng Fan. Although they still don't know why it didn't prevent them from respecting Meng Fan.
They knew he was incredibly talented at manga, and illustrations as well, and the manga adaptation he'd been working on was top-notch in the industry. On top of that, he was a talented sand artist too. 
"Hello everyone."
Meng Fan saw that there were already a dozen people there, some whom he recognized as well. Seeing Zhang Zhou Wei was there as well, he paused for a while once again. "What are you doing here?"
Zhang Zhou Wei smiled bitterly and pointed towards Wang Ya Nan, who was just coming down from upstairs. "Ya Nan is a member of the studio, I was dragged here to be used as free labor."
Meng Fan was satisfied by this answer as it made sense. Zhang Zhou Wei was way too lazy a person to come out and do labor for free. Only Ya Nan could order him to move a bit.
Everyone says that one thing leads to another, and Meng Fan felt Zhang Zhou Wei could be considered very lucky. With Wang Ya Nan to restrain him, he was able to improve as a person. Despite that, he was still managing to find ways to slack off.
Qin Jiao introduced all the members to Meng Fan, then clapped her hands. "At the moment, our studio's biggest job is illustrations. On this, your Meng boss has good experience, so let's invite Meng boss to share with us his knowledge."
As she spoke, she began to drag Meng Fan into the conference room.
Was Meng Fan just there to meet the employees?
That'd be overestimating how good of a person Qin Jiao was.
Qin Jiao had not only prepared a conference room for him, but she'd provided a PPT presentation as well. The content consisted entirely of Meng Fan's hand-drawn illustrations and posters for the different movie production companies.
On the topic of Meng Fan's hand-drawn posters, everyone was ecstatic to listen. His art was too good! 
At the moment, Meng Fan had finished hand-drawn posters for almost a dozen film crews. The presentation was already at the 5th group's commission, and each poster was regarded as a top tier industrial standard. His drawing skills and creativity were also top-notch.
The earliest job had been introduced to Meng Fan by Qin Jiao, so naturally, she'd been following all the news regarding these jobs. Plus, now that their studio was formed, she'd be even more focused on this industry.
He didn't care if it made money or not, but the employees did.
Hand-drawn posters for film crews are a popular job in this industry. With Meng Fan's invisible touch, Qin Jiao now felt that it wasn't impossible to expand their illustration business into hand-drawn posters. They didn't need Meng Fan to draw all of them, but they did need his guidance.
He can't teach with such incredible drawing skills? Impossible.
Although his attributes were a great help, he still relied on real skills. Like a herded duck, Meng Fan gathered his words and entered the role very quickly. For the entire hour, he provided only knowledge and experience, benefitting the studio members greatly.
Qin Jiao, who'd been listening on the side, continuously nodded again and again. When Meng Fan finally finished, she raised her hand with a smile on her face. "Meng boss, can you explain your experience in getting these commissions? Our studio's current business volume is a bit behind!"
She'd even used the formal term of 'you'! She wasn't asking for experience, she was straight up asking for commissions alright!
Meng Fan took out his phone and pulled Mr.Sleepy, FlatHeadBro, and everyone he'd collaborated with from the web novel industry into a WeChat group. He then messaged them. "I've set up a studio and we're currently looking to do commissions involving illustrations for novels. Didn't you guys say there were several online authors who required an illustration service? You can invite them to this group as well and our studio members will contact them. We can also display sample work in the chat room, so you guys can find an artist based on your needs."
Meng Fan was not prepared to accept any more novel illustration jobs, so he could leave these commissions to the studio. All of the employees in the studio had graduated or were attending the academy of fine arts, so their professional abilities were certainly no joke.
As for these online authors, well, they have saved the time of searching since there was a mob of professionals right here.
It was a win-win situation.


To reward Meng Fan for his bravery before his heroic death, the cosmos rewarded him with a 'system', sending him back in time to three months ago, alive.

The next morning, before classes began, plenty of students were gathered by the front gate. "What do you think this is all about?" Emma asks. 
  "You think it's something important?" Jackson asks. 
  "If it has that many people's attention, then it's gotta be" Wyatt says. The three of them walk from the dorm building, closer to the front gates of the school. When they got close to the crowd of students, Wyatt asks "What's going on?".
  "Looks like our school must be in a lot of trouble" one of the students say. 
  As the student points towards the walls on the outside of the gates, the three of them walk around the gate and see posters all over the outer walls of the school. All over, were posters reading things like "Laibah trash", "Get Out", "Not in our city!", and even things like "Die" were glued to the outer walls of the school. "Who do you think did something like this?" A female student asks. 
  "Who would even want to do something like this to a SCHOOL?" Another student asks. 
  "Who even has the time to do something like this?" Jackson asks. A bunch of students look at Jackson as he continues to says "They seem deprived. Honestly, it's one thing to hate a specific group of people, but it's another to attack a school like that out of sheer hate for only some of the students".
  "Aren't you one of the laibah they're targeting?" A student asks Jackson. 
  "Yeah... I guess that's true" Jackson replies. 
  "Oh, they have that patch!" Another student points out. "Aren't you guys The Rejects? Don't you guys have a plan to deal with this? I mean, you guys are representing like... the whole community of the school now, aren't you?".
  "I... we... don't have much of a plan yet" Jackson says. "W-we're working on it, I swear". Jackson then leans close to Wyatt and whispers "You have something for this, right?".
  "Wait a minute..." Wyatt asks, "the community of the whole school?".
  "Well... Yeah" a student says. "Isn't your club like... everywhere now? We see that club symbol like everywhere in school now. Aren't you guys supposed to do something?".
  "The whole school..." Wyatt says to himself. "Hang on a minute" Wyatt says as he looks back up at the students. 
  Wyatt starts walking towards the school, and Jackson and Emma panic as they try to keep up. "W-where are you going?" Emma asks. 
  "To the principal's office, where else?" Wyatt says. 
  "Asking for advice now?" Jackson asks. "So then you ARE out of ideas?".
  "For the moment..." Wyatt says. "Give me some time".

  The three of them enter Ryan's office and begin to ask him about the posters. "I think I can guess why you're here" Ryan says with a sigh. "The vandalism, right?".
  "Any ideas on what to do?" Wyatt asks. 
  "Good to see you three have at least thought a little bit about this situation" Ryan says. "If you're out of ideas, I'm assuming that means you've already known that the obvious solution will not work".
  "The obvious solution?" Jackson asks.
  "Simply ripping down each individual poster" Ryan says. "You know why it won't work, right?".
  "Because" Emma says, "they may be out of sight, but it won't be out of the minds of the student body until we find a way to take hold of the situation". Ryan stares at Emma in surprise. "Yeah, I have thought about it" she says. 
  "Well, unfortunately, I don't have anything particular in mind that'll solve this case" Ryan says. "I'm busy trying to handle other matters... I'm sorry. You know I'd like to help whenever I can. However, I do know where you guys can help".
  "You do?" Wyatt asks. 
  "It's not a solution for your current problem" Ryan says, "but you may want to look into the matter. One of your club mates ran into me earlier this morning. She was speed walking through the halls, looking rather distraught. Last I saw, she was heading towards your club room. She looks like she could use someone to help comfort her".
  "And the posters?" Jackson asks. 
  "Give me time to think of something" Ryan says. "In exchange, if you find a solution, let me know. Oh, and make sure you check in with your homeroom teacher before classes start, if you think you're going to be late. The students aren't the only ones stressed about this matter".
  "R-right" Wyatt says. 
  The three of them leave the office and Jackson asks "So... what now?".
  "That was rather counterproductive" Emma says. 
  "I guess to the club?" Wyatt asks. "Someone needs help, and maybe they can help us brainstorm?".
  "Your grasping at straws here" Jackson says. "So who is even up there, so early in the morning?".
  "Dunno" Emma says. "He never mentioned a name".

  When the three of them make it to the rooftop, they see Tina sitting alone at one of the tables. When they get closer, they could see she was painting something on a small canvas. When Tina finally notices the three of them, she jumps in surprise. "Oh, it's you guys. You scared me" She says. 
  "Tina, are you alright?" Emma asks. 
  "I... will be fine" Tina replies. "I just like to be alone when I'm worried about something".
  "I didn't know you could paint" Jackson says. "That's actually kinda impressive. Do you usually paint when you're stressed?".
  "Y-Yeah... it's a weird hobby of mine" Tina says. 
  "That's not weird!" Emma says. "That's amazing!".
  "I-is it?" Tina asks. "Thanks... I don't really paint in front of other people. It always distracts me and makes me feel... nervous".
  "Really?" Jackson asks. "That sounds weird to me".
  "Jackson, don't be so rude about it" Emma says. 
  "Speaking of weird" Jackson says, "Wyatt, you alright? You suddenly went quiet".
  "Tina" Wyatt says, without acknowledging Jackson. "Are you any good at painting things like graffiti? Maybe just like hands or anything like... anarchic?".
  "I can do stuff like fists" Tina says. "Why? Do you have a commission?".
  "Better..." Wyatt says. "I think I have a solution. Can you help us with something important? It's for the school".
  "What do you have in mind?" Tina asks. 
  "Those posters outside of the school is what's bothering you, right?" Wyatt asks. 
  "Yeah... it makes me nervous to think that so many people would hate laibah so much" Tina says. 
  "Do you think you could paint over them?" Wyatt asks. 
  "Paint over them?" Tina asks. "Like how?".
  "Well, the messages they send are hateful" Wyatt says, "but they're also vague. If we can change the appearance of the posters, maybe even paint our club symbol over it, it'd be like changing their message of hate, to a message of our own! A message of courage for the school! Think you could do that?".
  "I-I think I could... try" Tina says. 
  "Alright, thanks a ton, Tina!" Wyatt says. 
  "Y-you're welcome, I guess" Tina says, still confused. 

  The four of them go to tell Ryan about their idea. "Painting over the vandalism, I like it!" Ryan says. "Use any of the equipment you may need from the art rooms or storage centers! We can supply however much paint and tools you may need! Oh, also, let me get ahold of a teacher here at this school. He has an artistic talent, and can help you with the painting. You guys go on ahead, and I'll send him your way to help with all of the work. Painting over all of that would take a while, so the more the merrier".
  "Thanks, Principal Schafold!" Tina says. "My paint set is expensive, so I'd hate to run out in a single day".
  "No, problem" Ryan says. "Take whatever tools you need and I'll make sure your teachers don't mark you absent in exchange".
  "Wait, we can skip class for this?" Jackson asks. 
  "You're doing a favor for the school..." Ryan says. "Why would I hold that against you?".
  "Thanks, Principal Schafold" Wyatt says. 
  "No, thank you" Ryan says. 

  When Tina, Wyatt, Emma, and Jackson get to the outside of the gate and face the posters, Tina stares at one of the posters that says "Not in our city!". "Any ideas?" Tina asks while refusing to take her glare off of the poster. 
  "I have one idea" Wyatt says. "Not sure what you'll think of it". Wyatt grabs a brush and uses red paint to outline the word "our" in "Not in our city". He outline the word in red letters, putting an emphasis on the word. "I'm not very good at holding a brush" Wyatt says, "but I think if we put something like the club symbol below that, it'll look like a new message".
  "You mean..." Tina says as she paints a circle with a backwards letter R, "like this?". When the group stepped back to have a better view of the newly painted poster, it said "Not in OUR city" with the club symbol below it. "Yeah, now it looks like support for the club" Tina says. "Looks like it's adding emphasis on 'our' to show we think of it as both a human and laibah city. However-". Tina then paints white paint over the "Not in" at the beginning of the poster, so now it reads "OUR city!". Tina smiles and says "Now it's better! Less aggressive!".
  "What about this one?" Jackson asks as he looks at a poster that simply says "Die" on it. 
  Tina stares at it for a while, then paints over the word "Die" with white paint, erasing the word completely. She then paints the outline of a fist with the club symbol on the back of the hand, then paints the word "Rise" above it. "How about that?" Tina asks. 
  "Clever" Jackson says. "I like it".
  "Sorry we took so long" Jeff says as he comes out to meet the group of Rejects. "Had to gather more supplies for everybody". When Jeff comes out, he also brought three other students with him to help paint over the posters. 
  "Mr. Hendricks, you can paint too?" Wyatt asks. 
  "Yeah, I'm the sponsor of the art club" Jeff says. "Let's see what we have here so far". Jeff looks over the newly painted posters and nods. "Looks very anarchic" Jeff says, "and kind of retro. Is that the direction you want to take this?".
  "Whatever works" Wyatt says with a shrug. 
  As all of them continued to paint, while Jackson, Emma and Wyatt continuously carried around the supplies for the ones painting, the posters all changed one by one. The ones that's said "Get out" now said "Get out of your shell" with the club symbol below it, and "Don't be afraid" written below the symbol. "Laibah trash" changed to "Laibah and Humans Together" with a fist below it. The longer they spent painting, the more students came out of the school and began painting with them. Eventually, then entire art club came out to help, as well as some other students who weren't in the art club, but still wanted to paint. A couple hours passed before they knew it. The group of painters seemed to be having fun, as Jackson, Emma and Wyatt enjoyed seeing the view of all these people coming together for a solution. 
  "I can't believe we've done it" Jackson says. 
  "But we didn't paint anything" Emma says. 
  "No, I mean..." Jackson says, "we've managed to find a way for all of these people to overlook laibah for a common solution. All these people together, helping us and stuff... maybe we're not so far from achieving our own goals".
  "I sure hope so" Wyatt says. "I really hope this works, and keeps the school from falling apart. If this doesn't raise the school's morale, those students would probably turn on us".
  "Turn on us?" Jackson asks. 
  "They're depending on us to find a solution for them" Wyatt says. "If we don't manage to actually find the solution they were looking for, then they'll probably assume we're all just failures".
  "Don't say that" Emma says. "They asked us to help and we did. They asked us for a solution, and we did the very best we could. I understand being worried about results, but try not to stress too much, please? If Plan A doesn't work, we'll move onto Plan B, and I'll be here for you every step of the way". While Emma was talking, she reached out and grabbed Wyatt's hand, and held on tightly. 
  "Right..." Wyatt says as he looks down at her hand. "Thank you, Emma".
  Emma looks up and smiles at Wyatt. "Happy to help" she says. 

  "Where the hell were you guys?" Aeris asks during lunch, when the rest of The Rejects finally finished with the posters. 
  "We were busy taking care of something" Wyatt says. 
  "Like what?" Aeris asks.
  "Did you see those posters?" Jackson asks. 
  "Yeah" Aeris replies.
  "We fixed them" Jackson says, then pauses. "W-Well... Tina fixed them, actually".
  "I-I had help" Tina says. "I couldn't have done all of that by myself".
  "Fixed them?" Aeris asks. 
  "Fixed them how?" Jessica asks. 
  "Do you want to see?" Emma asks. "There's a lot of students who went down there to see why there was a group of people painting just outside of the school. A lot of students are gathered there right now, so you wouldn't get in trouble for going".

  The entire club gathers by the outer walls of the school to look at the new posters. There, they met a large group of other students who were also looking at the new posters. Most of the students were talking to each other about how the new posters "makes it looks like we're standing up against those people" and "it's like showing that we're not gonna back down!". The news of how well the students approve of the new posters came as a relief to Wyatt. "It... worked" Wyatt says. "Not only are the posters no longer putting fear into the hearts of the students, but they're actually getting... courage from it! They're seeing it as like a response to a declaration of war! They like it! Great job, Tina!".
  "B-but I didn't do all of-" Tina says. 
  "You did this?" Darren interrupts. "That's amazing, Tina!".
  "I-it is?" Tina asks. "T-thank you...".
  "This is a good sign" Jackson says. 
  "Yeah" Aeris says, "it really seems like it".
  "Maybe things will get easier" Emily says, "if you take into account the amount of people we have in the club now... as well as the support".
  "But it's not over yet" Aeris says. "Whoever did this likely won't take it sitting down".
  "You mean, they're going to do it again?" Emma asks. 
  "Maybe" Aeris says. "I don't know".
  "I-I have a thought" Tina says. "This doesn't look like the work of one person. I think we can all assume there was a group of people behind this. After all, it did take several hours for us to try and fix it".
  "So?" Jackson asks. 
  "So, that means" Tina says, "it's likely a large group of people who oppose that bill. In order to construct a proper campaign against the new bill, trying to redo something that has so small of an effect wouldn't be as beneficial. Speaking from an artistic point of view, they'd likely want to move onto something bigger to grab the attention of the people who are on neither side. Meaning they likely won't have the time for something like doing this all over again".
  "Then again" Jackson says, "if it's really a large group of people, someone within that group likely does have the time for something like this".
  "T-that's true" Tina says. 
  "So then... back to the waiting game?" Aeris asks. 
  "I think that's all we really can do" Wyatt says. 

  Later that night, after Wyatt came back from work at Savvy Threads, he, Emma and Jackson were laying in bed, preparing to sleep. "You alright, Wyatt?" Emma asks. "You still seem kinda stressed".
  "Y-Yeah..." Wyatt says. "I'm just worried".
  "That's understandable" Jackson says. "Who knows what'll happen next with this bill?".
  "It's not just that" Wyatt says. "I just hope that everything will be fine in the end. I'm worried about what's next, what comes after that... and so on".
  "Wyatt?" Emma asks. 
  "I just... can't imagine them..." Wyatt says as he thinks. "I just... can't let them stop this bill! It's not even about the school for me anymore, I'm more worried about you! I won't let them kick you out of the city, Emma!".
  "Wyatt!" Emma shouts to get Wyatt to stop talking. "It's okay! I'm not going anywhere! If they want to try to separate us, they can go ahead and try! Whatever happens, I'll still be right by your side".
  Wyatt holds onto Emma tightly and says "I love you, Emma".
  "Mhm" Emma says as she holds onto Wyatt. "I love you too. Just, don't try to worry yourself so much".
  "I'll try" Wyatt says with a laugh, "but I make no promises".
  "Well" Emma says, "you remember that one time I was very stressed, so you took me on a date to try and help me relax?".
  "Yeah?" Wyatt replies. 
  "Well, you want to go somewhere this weekend?" Emma asks. "Try to do something to take it all off of your mind?".
  Wyatt smiles and says "I'd love to".
  "Hey, I have an idea!" Jackson says. "Can I please sleep?".
  "Oh... sorry Jackson" Wyatt says.
  "Seriously..." Jackson says with a groan.

Don’t forget to buy the full book at Amazon!
https://www.amazon.com/dp/1090583761/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_awdb_t1_De.8CbZETACGD

  In a world shared between humans and laibah, there's a lot of turmoil between the two. The laibah are foxes that often take a human form, and they had previously had a long conflict with the humans. Humans have eventually accepted laibah as members of society, but they still have a lot of trouble blending in with the human society. 

  Now, a mysterious girl named Emma, who hides many secrets, catches the eye of Wyatt. During the day, they attend college, but at night she seems to nearly vanish. Emma has a hobby as a clothier, but what else is she hiding?

All my life was spent on the internet. Well particularly on anime, h*ntai, Webnovel, YouTube and manga. I hated my parents, siblings, teachers, all the bullies so I dropped out of school. I hated it all, these 32 years on earth were hell. And just when I was about to get a job my only escape was just taken away from me. How the f*ck am I gonna live. How can you not pay for the internet you poor dipsh*t  so called parents. 

I looked over at my half finished ramen noodle bowl and quickly swept it up and downed the last thing I would digest before I say goodbye to this piece of sh*t called earth and end it all. I slowly opened the window of my room and started to exit.

"Ah f*ck I'm tired. Just a little more. Argh I'm stuck between the window, so fkn embarrassing the   People in the opposite apartment complex can see me. Engh I'm out now let's end this hell whole." 

Just as i started to run into the after life my life flashed before me and a sweet memory came into recollection. It was when I started reading those romance novels with the cliches of "Mr ceos" and the system novels I loved. All the years spent being the spitting image of a cringe otaku felt empty. So I thought to myself, IF I COULD SOMEHOW GET REINCARNATED OR HAVE AN AFTERLIFE ILL DO MY BEST TO BE A BILLIONAIRE PRETTY GUY THAT EVERYONE LOVES AND LOATHS.

"Aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh" I was falling and going to die but it was too quick.

"Ewwww look it's a half naked pig on the floor, he looks so greasy and his hairs unnaturally long." Said a high school girl to her friends when passing by 

I didn't know whether I was alive or not but I knew my conscious was wide awake, I heard all the remarks people made and the photos people took. Was my body left to Rott or what. After an hour or so of hearing the insults of those around my deceased body, they stopped or rather I couldn't hear them anymore.

"I'll get straight to the point here, your a lazy, sleazy, selfish, lustfull and over one of the most Annoying people to have lived.  Now aren't you lucky that I'm giving you another shot at life and a little helper as well. So now I'll rewind time to when you where half your age, at least become a decent citizen and enjoy life OUTSIDE of your room. I bless you and you shall go and become what you desire to."

As the voice disappeared I felt a sense of light over my eyes. I was back in my room but....
Why is it more clean and have less posters on the wall. Where did my shelves of manga go, where's my precious laptop. I stumped my feet out of my room and went straight to the bathroom to find a mirror. If I wasn't hallucinating and hearing things then I should be younger.

"Ah sh*t here we go again. I'm sixteen again, but where's the helper" in that instant a sharp pain hit his head

"Helper at your service" 
"No way a system AND I get to restart life" he exclaimed

Guess who gets a system 

His love and obsession over romance novels leads him to have a system to become one the very characters in a novel he loathed. 

The Handsome rich, smart, ceo

Chen Mu stayed home an entire three days to recuperate. It was also his first time to cut a class at Eastern Wei Academy. The injury to his back was a small matter – the big problem was still his perception. It wasn't until the third evening that he felt some stirring with his perception. That both thrilled him and filled him with concern.
He still hadn't found out that there were wanted posters pasted in every corner of the city, on which a picture of his former self was conspicuous. In the declaration, he had been successfully transformed into an impoverished evil insanely murderous criminal, with four lives on his hands, who would kill women and children.
There hadn't been that sort of big news event for a long time in Eastern Shang-Wei City. Everyone felt insecure, such that parents wouldn't dare let their children go out by themselves.
At the top was posted a large bounty to get the attention of numerous card artisans.
Chen Mu let out his breath inside the simple water world, as he very carefully cultivated his pitifully tiny perception. The aftermath had been very serious from that last time when he had catalyzed the tailless shuttle with all his power. He was left with only a third of his previous perceptual ability, only a little bit better than it was before those twelve cards.
But with his injuries a little better, he decided to go to school. Knowing very well how rare his opportunity to study was, he didn't want to waste his time in bed.
He saw the posters as soon as he went out the door.
He strangely felt no indignation, as though he'd coolly seen something without the slightest connection to himself. He calmly walked past the posters, not having had naive thoughts about life for a long time. It wasn't strange to him that the Zuo household would go to such an extent.
It was an excellent likeness of the way he used to appear that had been used. The capacity of the Zuo household was clearly adequate such that not only could they uncover everything about the person that he was, but they could also open the channels of the garrison to issue the posters.
Looking at the bounty on the top of them, he knew that there would be untold numbers of card artisans, as well as criminal types, searching for him like crazy. And having already crowned him as a convicted murderer and killer of women and children, the call was really too sinister. He was like a rat on the street with no place to hide.
Too bad they probably hadn't considered that he had become an entirely different person. He sneered to himself, while still cautioning himself to be careful not to reveal any tracks.
Returning to the classroom, there were only a few students scattered about the room. They all acted as though they hadn't seen Chen Mu enter the room. Only the classmate called Ya Ya showed some astonishment in her eyes.
What was the meaning of that astonishment? Chen Mu worked that over in his mind as he sat down. Skipping class was a common occurrence in that class section, but there were some raised eyebrows at Chen Mu, who was normally so diligent about class.
The teachers had also unconsciously started to pay attention to Chen Mu. After all, he was one of the few students in this class section who was interested in studying. While the teaching level wasn't too bad, teachers were generally chosen for the sponsorship section because of some issue with their disposition and character.
They could really get beaten up at the beginning. The lousy behavior of those students would simply cause anyone to bristle. Skipping class, sleeping, chatting, eating every kind of snack . . . there was nothing they hadn't thought of or wouldn't dare to do. But just when they were getting discouraged, it was something of a surprise to have someone diligent about attending class every day appear among the students.
And when they found out that Chen Mu had a pretty good foundation, along with comprehension that wasn't so messed up, some of their enthusiasm was restored. It felt as surprising as finding an oasis in the desert. Several teachers quickly planned to focus on Chen Mu's development.
Chen Mu's foundation wasn't really that good. Before he had gotten into more systematic study, he had only gained extremely fragmentary knowledge. Chen Mu immediately felt that he was gaining a lot from the teachers' earnest instruction.
He had never blended in with the other students' affairs, only quietly studying. And the classmates in the section were rather wary of him, in view of the blow he'd previously dealt. Nobody wanted to provoke him. Even sister Phoenix, who was known as everyone's big sister in the section, became docile every time she saw Chen Mu's domineering look.
Chen Mu was very careful to conceal his strength, not wanting to draw anyone's attention. So, he did all his homework in only a satisfactory manner, which disappointed those teachers who'd placed high hopes in him.
During the first year of instruction, they would even be taught about making simple three-star fantasy cards.
Chen Mu quickly realized that the difficulty of making those three-star fantasy cards was far lower as compared with the same kind of three-star tailless shuttle card. When he experimented with making all kinds of three-star fantasy cards, their power was far below that of the tailless shuttle card. Their only good feature was the low cost of their production. But Chen Mu still spent a lot of money on them.
His life quickly calmed down, and he could devote himself to his studies every day. His perception was also in the process of being restored, although progress was very slow. In two months, it had only been restored to two thirds of its previous level.
The demonic woman had still not appeared. Chen Mu had already decided to put that matter aside, since it wasn't helping him to think about it any further, so why bother?
It was a strain to manipulate the tailless shuttle card given his current perception.
Although it had been very basic training, he never skipped the training that the demonic woman had given him. That bitter battle had made a principle clear to him, that no matter what the capacity, something will only exert great power if it is used properly.
But given the situation with his perception, he could only pay attention to other things. 
He had already practiced his dodging and evading to where there was nothing he could do to improve it, and it would be extremely difficult to make any further progress. The demonic woman had not imparted to him the higher-level skills.
So, for a variety of reasons, he made the swordfish challenge his main objective.
His perception had shrunk a lot from before, which also forced him to react more quickly. If he wanted to get past the swordfish challenge, he would have to be stronger in demanding control of his physical strength and speeding up his reaction time.
But the perilousness of the swordfish challenge doomed it from having any means for daily practice.
After some deep thinking, Chen Mu decided to make a simple section of the simple water world for his daily practice. He dubbed it "swordfish training."
For him, it was a challenge like none he'd had before. He needed to analyze every function of those twelve cards, and he needed to consider every function of the mysterious card, along with the connections among them and so forth.
After class, Feng Zi-ang called out to Chen Mu.
"I've looked over all your recent classwork, and it was all completed quite well." Feng Zi-ang was smiling, as this was the only student in the class that he would smile at.
Seeing that Chen Mu was paying respectful attention, Feng Zi-ang opened up, "Don't be nervous. I've only come to say hello. It's also getting to be time for the promotion exam. Although it's still a little early for you, it wouldn't hurt for you to try it, to get a feel for the promotion exam."
The so-called promotion exam was the exam to advance from freshman to upperclassman. Chen Mu was a freshman, and if he didn't take the promotion exam, he would remain a freshman.
Feng Zi-ang gave him a fantasy card, "This includes a description of all the intermediate card making tracks, as well as the specific requirements for assessment. Take a look when you have the time."
The freshman year curriculum imparted only foundational instruction, without any difference among the sections. When one got to the intermediate group, subdivisions showed up in the disciplines. You would have to apply for the promotion exam for the branch that you wanted to study. While there were no requirements to submit the application, since the exams were extremely difficult, there weren't many who could pass them.
By the intermediate grades, each student wouldn't only be able to select a single disciplinary track, with many of the stronger students selecting two or three, or even more.
But as far as a student who'd only been studying for a few months was concerned, it wasn't practical to take the promotion exam. That was why Feng Zi-an only wanted to give Chen Mu a sense of the exam.
Chen Mu nodded his understanding as he took the fantasy card.
He'd run into a lot of trouble making the "swordfish training." Among all the twelve cards there was only one which had any connection to the swordfish training, in addition to the water environment card and the token card, making three cards altogether.
The difficulty to make those three cards wasn't so high for Chen Mu by then. And the materials weren't hard to resolve. His problem just then was how to combine them into an organic whole.
The mysterious card was the most effective for the simple water world, and he only had one of those.
Making the three cards again, Chen Mu's perception was completely different from the last time. There were many aspects which had been murky toward which he had a new experience, and the entire process of making them was as smooth as flowing water, completed in a single breath.
It taxed Chen Mu's thinking to know how to combine the three cards into an organic whole. He kept experimenting until he very quickly had to cut off the experimentation, since he was facing a different problem.
Money!
Chen Mu was so engrossed in his research during that time and was spending so much on card making, that before he knew it there wasn't much money left. The money cards were all left behind by the demonic woman, and Chen Mu had very uncourteously spent them all.
Without money, he had no way to continue his research. And the only thing that he had that was worth any money was the villa. 
Of course, he wouldn't be able to sell the villa. Although he didn't mind going back again to live in subsidized housing, that wouldn't have been the end of his problems. How would the demonic woman find him if he moved? And if he sold the villa, the disguise he was wearing just then would become his perpetual identity.
Chen Mu went right back to his origins after that time of not needing to worry about money. And he could no longer make money by making fantasy cards, and he couldn't go to the low grade fantasy card club.
That really was a nerve wracking problem!


This is both a work of science fiction and an exploration of the meaning of life, love, literature and art. Brainpower is no longer the main ingredient for being human in this far distant future world.  Spirituality, physical balance, and diligence all come together as integrity for Chen Mu, the Card Apprentice.  The cards which Chen Mu masters in his own scrappy way, distill all the powers of the cosmos –  human and nonhuman –  into something that is not a book, not technology, and neither art nor magic, but is these and more.  Learn about these strange cards, which can embody everything you might imagine for the future of technology, but also a future beyond technology which promotes the best, and sometimes the worst, from mankind’s past.

After the rugby ball was thrown, Westin chased after it with his cheeks puffed, running with all his might. Before the ball touched the ground, a lithe silhouette leaped in the air and tackled the ball. The cat opened its mouth wide and bit into the skin of the ball, trotting over to hand it over to Elena, who had been standing by the side.
Elena exclaimed in glee, "Wow, I got the ball!"
A boy rushed over and snatched the ball from her. Victoria chased after him and shouted, "Kent, you're going to get in trouble!"
The boy turned to pass the ball to Westin and shouted as he did so, "Don't even think of snatching the ball from me — oh, my god!"
Again, Ah Meow leaped up and intercepted the ball while it was still in the air. It tackled the ball down and carried it with its mouth to hand over to another girl. Westin sped towards Ah Meow to snatch the ball, running with all his might. "Out of the way, I'll do this myself!"
After charging a short distance, a wolf the size of a calf appeared before him. It stared Westin down and bared its teeth at him. Westin was terrified. "D-don't bite me, I'll hand the ball over!"
A boy called out from behind him, "Westin, you coward, that's Ah Ow. I know her, my mom loves her. She doesn't bite, she's a really nice wolfhound!"
Westin hollered back, "I'm the coward? I swear, Bacrot, you're dead. I'll give you a taste of the Westin Iron Fist right now!"
"If you're not a coward, why are you scared of a wolfhound that doesn't bite?"
"Let's see if you say the same thing when you're the one it's staring down. It's too scary!"
Li Du chuckled at the sight of the kids playing with Ah Meow, Ah Ow, and the bunch of the other little animals. He turned to Brother Wolf and said, "I have an idea, pal. I know how to surprise Victoria."
Brother Wolf asked, "How?"
Li Du winked at him. "I won't tell you just yet. Oh, right. Where are the pumpkins Sophie bought? I'm going to carve some."
The pumpkins were in the ranch house, so he headed there with his carving knife to look for some long ones. He gauged the weight of the pumpkin and carried some over to start carving.
Brother Wolf offered, "Is there anything I can help with?"
Li Du heaved a sigh. "What can you help with? This is a promise I made, so I have to be the one to deal with it. Oh, right, could you call President Cole and ask him when he is free next month? I want to talk to him about business."
Li Du spent the entire morning carving pumpkins. He thought about it for a while, then threaded some ropes through the pumpkins, hung a few lights, and installed the batteries. He turned the lights and the pumpkins were glowing in all sorts of colors. It looked pretty nice.
Lunchtime rolled around. Sophie had prepared a feast to entertain the children with. This was a very effective way of making friends, Li Du realized. Victoria and Elena had instantly become more popular in their little circle of classmates. The kids were young but clever — they already knew how important it was to befriend Elena and Victoria.
Of course, they were not far-sighted enough to realize the amount of help the two girls could provide throughout their career and life in the future. What they were thinking about was not that complicated — they were thinking of huge fields where they could run, big houses they could play in, new and novel toys they could amuse themselves with, and an endless supply of delicacies they could feast on. The teachers, too, treated the girls differently after realizing what their family background was like. It was only natural.
Sophie had prepared Halloween gifts for both the teachers and the children. She had both the time and the money, so whatever it was that she had prepared for them would definitely make them happy.
Some of the kids from families who were doing slightly better liked to exercise, so she played to that and sent them signed sneakers and sportswear from athletes like Kobe. Some of the kids liked television and movies, so she sent them posters and group photos signed by Hollywood celebrities like Brad Pitt. For the kids who came from families that were not as well-to-do, she prepared shopping vouchers. These would help their families spend a comfortable Christmas, which was just around the corner.
The majority of the gifts were costly, but neither the teachers nor the children had any qualms about accepting them. They knew full well that a family who lived in such a huge house had more than enough money; the presents, therefore, were not a significant expense for Li Du and Sophie.
They were preparing for the official celebration of Halloween in the evening, so the children went home to start dressing up. They would then head to the school for the party in the evening. After sending the children off, Sophie heaved a sigh of relief. She said, "Hey, do you think we did the right thing? Inviting the kids over when our family is like this?"
Li Du asked, "What do you mean?"
Sophie replied, "From an adult's point of view, don't you find this a little sad? The kids are aware of class differences at such a young age. They learn so early that their own lives are different from the lives other people lead, and the world holds no equality."
Li Du shook his head. "I don't think it's sad at all. I think they're much happier than I am, actually. When I was about their age, I thought I was no different from the kids who were around me. I thought there were no differences at all, from the lives we led to the background we came from, so I just played mindlessly without giving much thought, and look what happened."
Lu Guan listened to his words and chimed in from the side, "You became really rich, that's what. Even in a land of abundance and wonder like Los Angeles, you're a legend in your own right."
"That's right, boss. We're the ones who are sad, okay?" Young Markelov piped up. "You built your empire from scratch with your own hands. You're the Chinese superstar, right? But what about us?"
The sadness was evident on Big Markelov's face. "F*ck, if not for the fact that we met you by chance, we'd probably still be poaching in the forests and mountains. We'd probably just be waiting for the next time we fell gravely ill and tried to go to the hospital for treatment, but we wouldn't make it, so we'd just end up dying in the wild."
Brother Wolf said, "You're going to make me cry with that sad story."
"Isn't Halloween all about crying anyway? Whether you cry because you're scared or sad, it's all the same."
Li Du chuckled bitterly but did not say anything. He had gotten lucky and happened to have found the little bug, that was all. If not for the help of the little bug, he did not dare to imagine what his life today would be like.
Diploma Mill was forced to close down, and all the money he had spent on school fees and day-to-day living was washed down the drain instantly. He then resorted to unreported employment, but his student visa expired and he had to be deported back. Without the help of his studying credentials, he had as good as wasted two years abroad. He was in a plight worse than the university graduates who had opted to stay in the country to work right out of university!
A bunch of grown people here was lamenting about how difficult life was, while children like Victoria and Elena were over the moon. The two of them skipped over and asked, "Where's the surprise?"
The two girls were each dressed up as a vampire and a witch respectively. Li Du brought them over to a ranch house that had been sealed off. He whispered to them, "There's no surprise, but I do have something scary prepared. Climb up to the windows and tell me what you see."
The sun had set, so only a dim light remained. The inside of the ranch house was pitch-black. The girls carefully climbed up to the window and peered in. they saw a few jack-o'-lanterns swinging freely in the dark!
The two girls were still surprised at the sight when a jack-o'-lantern leaped from somewhere and on to the windowsill to stare directly into their eyes. The girls were so scared they promptly burst into tears. "The jack-o'-lantern is alive!""They've turned into demons!"


They love gold, and they love silver. Even more so, they love gems that dazzle, like stars across the skies. 
Firearms, jewelleries, and precious metals; A collector’s world will not be complete without antiques.  
Storage auctions, old goods trade, re-estate sales and gold-digging. But the truth is, if one wants to make money, then the supreme way is through searching for the legendary treasures. 
Holding the fort, there’s an ocelot, a wolf, and an Andes condor. At the side, there’s a loyal hound, an irascible ape, and an African honey badger. Who said that you can only rely on humans when treasure hunting?! 

I woke early, having slept soundly and dreamlessly. I was well rested and eager for the day. I had many things planned out in preparation. 
I made myself a nice simple breakfast of piggle sticks as I would call them they are kinda like corndogs but it's pancake and sausage instead of cornbread and hotdogs, delicious. there was a knock on the door and low and behold it was my date for the evening looking gorgeous as ever. 

by the way just because I'm in the twilight world doesn't mean I've forgotten my other girls oh no i often visit them in the kingdom help them with homework or go to hang out at the beach or even just spend the night cuddling with them in the kingdom while my shadow sleeps in the real world we must remember to not be a douchebag mc. they are still in school too and it's O.W.L.S year for them so it's like triple the regular homework they often come in when I reverse time for the kingdom so they can get in more study time. I've given them all a personal time turner as well from my gate just in case they need it for any reason. and me and Luna played a prank on Harry with the help of the Weasley twins we had started selling Harry potter merchandise from their mobile store in the school making a small fortune from the fan clubs and especially the creevey brothers. we had everything from Harry potter posters to wallets to t shirts and even action figures. James and Sirius laughed for an hour after Harry found put and came home carrying his own merchandise which they also bough just for fun. Poor Harry had to be consoled by his mother. Who was also working hard not to giggle. But that wasn't even the best part. the best part was training practice with teacher who quite enjoyed the potter series and I had gifted a tshirt to her much to her delight she wore it to beat up Harry for practice that very same day. it was priceless I have a picture of it in my study of him looking up in hopeless despair at teacher wearing a shirt with his smiling face on it just beaten to a pulp. I look at it every morning to brighten my day. 

the twins joke shop was coming along quite well I had bella capture some death eaters who had escaped my grasp and let the twins use them for guinea pigs for testing sweets like nosebleed nougat and ton tongue toffees. I can't have my jokers killing themselves by accident they had even gotten the help from James Sirius and lupin who loved what the twins were doing. lily and Andromeda where stocking up the infirmary in the castle with potions for extra money from me at a much higher rate than anywhere else would buy. I liked to be prepared. 

Cassie handled a lot of the kingdom building and I made sure to give her anything she wanted from feet rubs to cuddling to just quiet days reading books with her she was my quiet support in the back I really appreciated her and let her know that she would be the first girl to bear my children she was thrilled to hear this. Bella was also doing quite well in training to be my personal maid body guard. her knife fighting skills had reached high levels under teachers training and the reward she wanted pleased me as wall. she wanted to be spanked by me as I sat on my throne overlooking the kingdom I happily obliged she left half an hour later panties sopping wet from her reward muttering something about neglect play. I pretended not to hear. 

fleur was working on ward stones I wanted protected houses when I went to the game of thrones world and just in case I wanted to build a small foothold there I'd be ready I want to fight in a real war. There's nothing more thrilling to me than donning armor and riding into battle like knights of old. you can't be a real king if you haven't even fought a battle.

I had set up a council room in my castle with a nice futuristic 3d battle display for the days to come .

Now back to business me and Amanda drove out of town towards the woods to a nice trail off the beaten path and hiked for a bit to reach a huge open meadow. I refused to let her carry me I will not be princess carried I draw the line at that. Much to her amusement.
we made it up after an hour or so the sun was shining she was twinkling like a disco ball. I was laughing. all in all it was fun so far next it was time to get some experiments done. I explained to her all that I would need her to do and set up my trunk in the field leading into my study which she followed me in as I grabbed some pens and a notebook. hey I don't keep everything in the inventory it would be over run with crap before I know it. She looked at the shelves with glistening eyes at the floor to ceiling books I walked up behind her and whispered in her ear. "if you ask really nicely I might give you a magical trunk necklace." quicker than I could think she had turned around and pushed me onto my chair sliding on top of me and started kissing my neck slowly and softly while grinding her lower body against me much to my pleasure. "Please give it to me." she whispered in an almost moan in my ear she started to grind faster and wilder "I need it so bad." I had fallen into my own trap. her tongue traveling down my neck sent shivers up my spine and boy was I hard. however I knew it wasn't to be today cause her body was pretty much as hard as granite and I doubt even as hard as I was I could stuff myself in something that tight without breaking my poor little donger. I'll just have to rely on fleur tonight. "okay you win you win" I smacked her little butt and gave her a trunk that sparkled like diamond and explained how it was used and it was linked to mine she bit her finger and some blood surprising enough slowly came out kind of like sugary molasses I'll get some for later tests.

Reincarnation? Wishes? A System? Magic? Harem? Pudding? This story has all of those. Multiverse travel, kingdom building, fan boy dreams come true in this wild story starting in the Harry Potter world. Instantly op character? nope. sharingan at the start? nope. shameless Mc? yep. shameless comedy? yep. NTR. nope. 

Just to let everyone know this is my first story English is my native language I planned 0 chapters in this whole book and I literally started writing it because I simple wanted to read it myself. It contains parts from bringing the farm to another world, shadow hack, and supreme Anime system. leave any advice you want I read all comments and try to take them into account.


(disclaimer I only own my characters I personally make) also there will be some grammar errors and some plot holes think of this as a rough draft I'm just winging it basically at this point lol doing well so far tho I plan to go back later to fix small things like speech and paragraphs sometimes I miss things. be gentle it's my first time.

free reading posters for teachers

NOT FOR READING-_-

Remember The Name

THE TRIALS: Path Toward Godhood.[MY HERO ACADEMIA] (MATURE CONTENT)

Grandpa Universe In Multiverse

My Extraordinary Achievements

Wear

Becoming Mr Ceo

The Card Apprentice

Treasure Hunt Tycoon

My Multiverse Trip

People search free reading posters for teachers also like: