This will be a collection of short stories that I have written over the years. There will be some stories with male leads and other with female leads. Some stories will be fantasy, mystery, realistic fiction, LGBTQ+, science fiction, and more. If some are "popular" enough and any reader likes the story, I can create a "sequel" or just extend the story a bit. Anyways, I'll leave a brief description before the start of each story and the chapter titled will really be the title of the short story. Hopefully anyone reading enjoys :)

Welcome, I am making a new book on a science fiction story. It will a book normally for who love science of space and robots or who go in robotics as this book will give you creating structures of robot in which there will be an alien land and Robot land in the universe which will be created by the humans but there will be other chapters which will boom your mind. If you love my science fiction stories comment me to write on any topic you want , I will do my best for that.

A story of robot who lived in parallel universe in which earth is fifteen years forward than present India. Take your seat belts to ride the future universal my own created story.

Just as there is 'Soft Magic' in Fantasy that is portrayed through magibabble, there can be 'Soft Science' in a Sci-Fi stories through technobabble that makes 'some sense', but not entirely correct.

We are frickin' writers, not scientists. You don't have to be anatomically correct all the time, all you need to do is show that you know enough of your stuff to write a decent story. In fact, the excuse of it being an alternate world can be used if you're going to bend the limits of physics and say that fire doesn't need air to exist in this parallel dimension.

I see a lot of writers being put into a state of confusion due to not understanding the line between fantasy and Sci-Fi. They seem like they are trying to fit the Star Trek mould too often.

Science can just as well do the same things as plot devices in fantasy stories. Once you add 'realism' to a fantasy, it becomes progressively better sometimes compared to a completely fantasied story where 'logic' doesn't hold within it.

Those who write Sci-Fi usually envision a future they can imagine where magic-like Rocket Boots and other stuff exist. However, a writer must not get bogged down by small details and MUST think of an overarching story where these details matter.

It is the same with Fantasy. Even if you write about someone breaking the mould as a wizard or something, you have to attach your world to a narrative rather than doing it the other way 'round.

No one wants to hear about how awesome your boat propellers are before hearing your story's narrative. They would rather you cut down and make it relevant when it is actually relevant.

Adding some 'Hard Science' to your story is only when the scenes later on have any use for them. It bores a person to death no matter how extensive your technobabble is unless you make it interesting. Try using facts as plot elements.

For example: Even the simple fact that people cannot breath in space and instantly die when they come in contact with the 'void' of space could be used to add a layer of tension when a spaceship is damaged. Similar to how dangerous 'hard magic' is used in Epic Fantasy like Frodo's Ring in The Lord of the Rings has definitive corruption on others.

Unlike Fantasy that can use the Power of Friendship to bend logic, the readers of Sci-Fi never be expecting any 'realistic' plot elements to be bend just because the Author wants a happy ending. There are no 'Healing Potions' in real life that can be used to fix up injuries nor are people affected by prophesies or whatever.

This is the contrast between Sci-Fi and Fantasy that you can make full use of. As most authors go onto the Sci-Fi side of writing not because they strive to be scientists but since the aesthetics of a science fiction world are just so interesting.

Science Fiction is a good place to tackle heavy topics like the nature of life and the absurdity of those who see 'science' as everything. Those who disregard emotions and become cybernetic entities for the sake of casting off their mortality are portrayed as the bad guys while our totally human protagonist fighting them is a 'good guy'.

The lines between an Artificial Intelligence and regular Humans blurs as we become the 'God' of technological species that defy our definition of what is 'living'. Just as we see God as some sort of fourth-dimensional and incomprehensible being that created us as an imperfect image of 'Him', the robots given sentience would see us similarly.

Some robots might have emotions that can allow them to defy their programming, some robots won't go as far as gaining emotional functionality but will preform their roles better than even a human. It could show the reason why people get attached to the inanimate and soulless objects we put our own hearts into creating (like Big Hero 6).

But though exploring philosophical questions is good and all, never forget that a good 'plot' is needed to put forward and give clues into the writer's answer that context. Sci-Fi is, after all, a premise, not a relatable character in of itself.

Think of the science-fiction elements as just the background for your story, similar to how other genres should be that as well. You won't have to deal writing blocks if you keep to writing only what you know rather than just speculative theories.

Whether it's as dark as a Cyber Punk or optimistic of the future, just know what mould you are using for this premise. Are you writing an Adventure story with Sci-Fi as the places, destinations, and whatever tools the MC can get him hands on, or are you writing a comedy where the Sci-Fi elements don't need consistency but absurdity?

After moving past why you shouldn't add unneeded technobabble unless it's interesting to listen to or has plot significance, let me remind you all that robots and 'science' isn't entirely separated from the realm of magic. After all, there is a reason you don't see skimpy power suits being worn by astronauts these days. Just be sure to have a focus if your going to add very illogical things to the plot.

I like Gundam as much as the next guy but the whole reason the Mecha sub-genre of Anime has waned in recent years is because writers have been focusing too much on 'science' rather than the spectacle. I don't need to now what materials your Mecha is made of unless you point its weak points and make it relevant in a fight scene.

Bring up the strengths and weaknesses of something and THEN use those facts as devices that can move the plot. Conversely, if you go overboard with this advice and tell me nothing but how your giant robot looks and the 'science' behind its creation, even going as far as to tell me how many secret guns it has, then I'll be bored...

I'd love to see Cyborgs Vs Mecha but just don't forget the human element of Sci-Fi. How we create things not solely for the sake of creation but put are feelings into it just like the novels we write.

Humans are passionate that way...

Thanks for reading and I wish you guys well~ Be sure to ask if you have any blog or story requests.

(Cover by Darkstar Dust)

This is a story I worked on ages ago that has been refined and edited by adding foreshadowing to events while also simplifying the power system better than before. This story can be considered a prequel to An Adventure Beyond Greatness as it takes place years prior to the events of that story.

Short Synopsis:
After retiring from the battlefield, my life became empty and lifeless. The regrets of my past haunt me in my sleep. Then a change occurred, a King from another world summoned me to fight for his kingdom, but I died even before I could give him my answer. Now, after a fake God allowed me to reincarnate (albeit imperfectly) with my memories intact, into a world filled with magic and swords.

Long Synopsis:
This is about a flawed protagonist who only knew to rely on others and not socialise who gets a second chance to change himself in order to live the life he aimed for in his past life. The narrator isn’t exactly trustworthy since it is purely in his bias perspective while other perspectives given by others fill in the blanks that he either leaves out or twists to suit the situation.

The story itself can be considered a parody of Isekai’s classic tropes which are given a sense of reality as time goes by. As there exists no ‘Demon Lord’, there is also no black and white, only characters opinions and counter-opinions throughout the story.

So finally volume two is finished and now it is time for a new theme and new characters to come. I wanted to do this idea for quite some time now. What I am talking about is the theme of Modern Horror. 
This volume is going to concentrate on the fears and anxieties that come with living in this fast and technological advanced era. This era that is characterized by a urban lifestyle. 
The place, where the stories of this volume will be located, is Leipzig. This is another aspect of this volume that I am personally hyped for. Leipzig is a city I have personally been to and I can say I love it. I figured the best place for me to describe realistic Horror experiences is a City I myself experienced. To introduce you to the city, Leipzig is located in East Germany with a population of around 600.000 people. It has evolved from a small trade city in the medieval times to one of the fastest growing cities of Germany (10th biggest at the moment). It has many cultural highlights and a wide variety of different districts that are unique in their own way and give a fantastic stage for some good stories. 
What fears or topics are going to be the centre of this Volume? The topics are going to be the unique experiences only the modern days make possible. Following that, there are not going to be any general fears that are independent from time and age. Every Story is going to focus especially on the characteristic that differentiates today from the past or future. No Science-fiction and no history.  Realism is what I am trying to strive for in this volume. A task that is not easy accomplished, especially within the horror genre. Humans tend to reject any ideas that would induce fear and label them as fictional, not because they are, but because this is a natural defends mechanism of human nature. I am going to try breaking that border between reality and fiction. I want my readers to look over their shoulder while reading this, because they heard something. I want to stimulate the corner of one's mind with this chapter. Of course this is not going to be easy and I am not going to say that I will definitely accomplish it, but I have to try at least.

Each chapter is independent, but each Volume has its own tale. The first Tale is about a Daemon, hungry for souls and a soul that struggles against him.


-Release rate: Im done with this website, im sorry to everybody hoping for new chapters. 

- new Cover made by: yaoyueyi (Thank you ^^)

The author had an idea when he ate delicious Italian pasta. But the pasta came from Arabistan? Although others say that the Arabs borrowed the idea from China along the Silk Road. One way or another, it would be great if Dara could use pasta as a subject for trade! But in the modern world, hundreds of pasta variants of different shapes, contents, taste and color have already been created and are known. Few can surprise them ?!

But if ... if ..yu Daru move to another place and time?

Place for example, parallel fun! After all, astronomers say that there are 22,000 worlds in the world! But it sounds too fantastic, the genre is a fiction of history ... and not science fiction. Although consciousness could temporarily go to Nirvana ... or begin to travel through the universes ... but this is already from Chinese philosophy and Integral Yoga ... Little scientific. In addition, Dara is not fond of science fiction.

Therefore, as one of our design engineers says, it's better to bomb (that is, work) on your subject. So there must be a story ?! So this world, place Earth, but what time to choose? Paleolithic? This is 48,000 years ago. Then, for sure, there was no wheat ... and probably rice ... Then maybe in the Bronze Age? 3000 years ago? The era of the Late Holocene ... it's cold, the glacier has not yet been ravaged ... Although, wait a minute, the very last glaciation of the Earth itself was the Würezke, and this is 35,000 years ago ?! Or maybe Dara would end up in Sogd or Bactria. The language is more or less like Farsi ?! And it looks like the language of Small-An, Esperanto of the Silk Road, a mixture of Arabic, Monogol, Persian, Chinese, Turkic ...

For example, in the 6-7th century? Or immediately during the battle of the Arabs and the Chinese, who had the main Korean commander? The famous Talas battle ?!

It seems best to send Dara, in the era of antiquity, the first settlement of a modern, straight-walking person, that is, the time began to develop mountain valleys, floodplains, terraces, and foothill valleys. Sowing them with walnut trees and bushes. The beginning of a grandiose project on irrigation of the steppe ... the creation of irrigation canals. Visit of the Chinese monks ... the first century AD and as 5 centuries of the functioning of the Silk Road ...

But here I, as an author, already understand that there are so many different versions of such events - rebirth, getting into another world, a parallel world, into the past or the future ... that is, it turns out, again the plot can become a cliché or cliché. That is not original. On the other hand, in the 21st century it is naive to think that after the masters of the genre of writing short stories, geniuses and just masters who have gotten their hands on the writing of works of art, a new genre can be created.

One way or another, I will not endow the main character with super powers, only those that were in the novel "Magic Coin Jiang." It can be with a part of truncated functions.

Or maybe he'll send Dar to the 7th century ... a couple of years before Li-Ban's trip or while sending Li-Ban to the desert ... but then, it will be difficult for the Chinese, who know a lot about cooking noodles, to surprise them and make your business successful.

Therefore, it may be worth sending Dar nevertheless to the "Light" mountains. To not be too fantastic, his knowledge of a foreign language for him. And where will Dara find the money for her business? In those places that the Historian told him about? Will he be able to make a metal detector himself? Or, nevertheless, let the plot be borrowed from Japanese authors with their purchase of equipment on the Internet site or just a selection of goods in a shopping center? Or is it easier to equip Dar with the ability of his eyes and glasses to temporarily work in the ground scanning mode to detect gold coins and silver, copper, bronze, and precious stones. Like a superhero, Maytimaus?

I should think. In total, I plan to write 5 or 10 chapters on this volume. How Dara applies her knowledge from the modern world to become a merchant, open her own trading business, open her own farm store or become a speculator - a reseller. There are many options.

Tomorrow I will write the first chapter.

And along the way, you will have to work on the remaining chapters, Gifts, somewhat abandoned due to the arch with treasure hunters, but I will return to it later. Since there is still new information on this topic.

Thank you, my laconic readers, thank you for reading, this gives an incentive to write further! With respect and appreciation.

COMPLETED

The Silk Road ... it is inevitable the emergence of wells, caravanserais, guard fortresses, postal stations, local bazaars, regional bazaars, the emergence of new jobs:
- robbers (there were whole settlements)
- caravan guards
- changed
- merchants

Just about them and will be discussed.


About their life, tricks.

Alas, English is still the same ... there are mistakes, I am sure of it.

I hope over time I will be able to fix them.

I just wanted to share information about such an interesting topic as the history of the development of the Silk Road.

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And also a series of stories about treasures, treasure hunters.

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This is a work of art. Any resemblance to real people or real events is purely coincidental.

It's dark.
Not the soft cozy dark of a familiar bedroom, or the intimidating dark of a street at night.
This isn't normal darkness.
It's oppressive darkness.
Absolute.
I can't see. I can't even tell if my eyes are open!
I can't hear. Rather than the faint whispering wind of blocked ears or the faint ringing of tinnitus, there is only a dead and awful silence. Not even the sound of a heartbeat-
Heartbeat?
No.
Where?
No!
Where is my heartbeat?
Panic!
I'm panicking now and my heart should be hammering but

                               still

                                                   no

                                                                        heartbeat!

Where is my heart?
I can't see. I can't hear. Can I breathe? Am I breathing?
No. 
There's no wind entering my lungs to expand my chest.
There's no feeling of a chest at all.
There's no feeling of air around me, hot or cold or humid or dry.
I can't move. I can't feel my limbs. I can't open my mouth to scream.
Nothing.
There is only nothing.
Scary.
Scary scary scary scary scary scary scary scary scary scary scary!
I don't like it!
No, no, don't panic. Don't panic! Calm down.
Deep breaths.
No wait, not that. 
Trying to breathe will just remind me I can't and then I'll panic again and that's the opposite of what I want! 
Calm down. 
Calm down and think!
Okay. Okay. I can do this.
I'm calm.
This is strange. It's really strange! 
I don't understand what's happening. I'm not panicked anymore but I'm still really confused. 
Where am I? What's going on?
None of my senses are working. I've never been in a sensory deprivation chamber but I imagine it feels something like this.
Why?
Why me?
Calm. Calm down. Think harder.
I admit I'm not a good person.
I try when I can, but it doesn't come naturally. Rather, a feeling of 'I will survive at all costs' is what seems to be my base driving instinct.
Above my family, above my friends, above my lover, there is me.
Why wouldn't I place myself first? Why is it heartless to want to make sure I always come out of every situation on top?
As long as I exist, so exists infinite potential for future happiness.
I'm selfish. Self-centered. Maybe a little conceited. Someone as talented and clever as me is bound to be a little conceited sometimes.
Maybe my sense of morality is weird as far as common society is concerned, since I don't mind stealing from people who won't miss it, and justice through violence is absolutely acceptable.
If a man is beating his child to death, who wouldn't step in and hit the man in the back of the skull with a crowbar they found lying on the ground nearby?
But I certainly try very hard not to be a bad person. I control my terrible temper as much as possible, I don't seek to hurt anyone just for the sake of hurting them, and I recycle my trash for the good of the environment.
I haven't lived a comfortable and sheltered life. I've done things even I consider bad as a means to keep my existence moving forward, but I didn't do them because I enjoyed doing them. The fact that I did them doesn't change, but the intent behind the action is vastly different!
Still, I don't think I've done anything worth the punishment of losing my senses entirely. This really is too cruel.
No, no, first of all, thinking of it as a punishment is wrong. That implies someone made a judgement that I deserved this, and I certainly don't. I'm really not a very bad person! I just sometimes do bad things, but who doesn't?
I eat meat, but someone else does the killing for that. 
Indirect murder. 
But that implies killing livestock is murder! Is it murder of they don't have self-awareness? Do they have a self-awareness that we're not aware of? What constitutes murder in the first place?
Ah, no, I'm getting off track.
Not that there's really a track to get off. I mean, I still have no idea what's going on. And despite the frantic wandering of my thoughts, nothing seems to be clearing up any time soon. 
Is this a new permanent state for me? 
Am I just gonna live like this? 
Forever? 
Alone with my thoughts? There's worse company to keep, for sure, but...
It's really not making any sense.
I wonder if I can sleep...
...
...
...
Nope.
No sense of sleepiness or fatigue or anything, and I can't seem to become unconscious in any way. And my senses don't start to come back either, even after I count to a thousand and wait for a long pause between each number.
Maybe I'm a vegetable in a hospital bed. Is this what happens when someone's in a coma? Instead of dreaming they're just trapped in their own head?
Hm. I don't like that.
My most recent memories before The Darkness just involve normal everyday life. I was taking a cooking class at the local community college to try and improve my diet and monthly spending by not going out as much. 
Honestly, the idea of making fancy dinners for myself was immensely appealing. I really wanted to do it! Like the pretty plates of ornate food on the high-end cooking shows! Since affording a personal chef was out of the question, I'd just become my own personal chef!
Nothing out of the ordinary happened there. Cooking class, the handsome teacher was demonstrating how to knead bread dough while also showing off the powerful muscles in his arms.
Half the class was drooling over the teacher, the other half was drooling over the bread samples he'd handed out before class began.
And then...
Mm. And then The Darkness.
What happened between then and now?
If I can't remember it I can't remember it, but that's annoying.
Before the class I'd been at work, where nothing weird happened. A manager at a bookstore doesn't usually have to deal with too many outrageous situations, just stocking shelves and checking inventory mostly. The owner does most of the hard work so I get to slack off and just be the store's friendly greeting face.
I'm very charismatic. Probably thanks to my natural humble demeanor. Thanks to that I never get troublesome customers, so it's an easy job. Almost a free paycheck, really! 
My favorite kind of money: the effortless kind.
Not that I particularly mind working hard, but it's best if I don't have to in the first place, right?
Breakfast was a parfait at the cafe across the street from my apartment, and after I went for a brisk morning jog around the nearest park. A long, hot bath with lots of bubbles and aromatherapy candles. Then to work until evening, after which I attended the cooking class. 
A very normal day. Absolutely no hints or clues toward my current situation.
Mm. Mm-hm. This is bad.
There's nothing I can do about it, but it's still bad.
[ Testing, 1, 2, 3. Testing. Can you hear me, Li Mei? ]
Who's calling me?
[ Good, good! You can hear me, excellent! So you haven't lost your consciousness. ]
Why am I hearing a voice? I can't hear anything else, and I still can't see anything or move around, so why this one voice? 
[ Well, you don't have any senses right now because you don't have a body. ]
Oh, I see.
What?
[ You're dead. You're a soul, specifically. A lump of consciousness just free-drifting! There was a problem with processing you, see. ]
Processing? Problem? And what do you mean I'm dead?!
[ Dead means dead, right? You probably don't remember it, it wasn't a traumatic or violent death or anything. Don't worry about it. ]
How can I not worry about that?! And how are you reading my mind?!
[ That's easy for someone like me. It's magic, you know? Magic! ]
Bullshit.
[ Do you really think you have the luxury to be skeptical right now? ]
Mm, that's a fair point. Besides, I'm clever and excellent. I wouldn't just suddenly descend into madness, so this being a hallucination is unlikely. It being a prank of some sort is even more unlikely.
Being dead would explain why I can't even feel my own heartbeat.
[ Bingo! Your original world's magic was called 'science' wasn't it? Science is a very subtle magic so it makes sense you wouldn't be used to telepathy or anything. ]
Science isn't magic.
[ Puh-lease, science is completely magic. Using formulas and rules to manipulate existing natural laws to get desired and occasionally unusual results, thus achieving understanding of the universe around you! ]
Well when you put it like that.
Anyway, who are you?
[ Top secret. ]
That's annoying. Are you going to claim to be God? Or Death itself?
[ You're not qualified to speak to someone that high on the food chain. I'm at a more... Accessible level for mortals. ]
Oh. So you're an intern.
[ Look, I can only tell you some things to brace you for what's about to happen. See, you slipped through the cracks a little. An accident happened. It's not unforseen or unheard of or anything, but it's unusual. ]
You're not explaining much so far. Please be more concise.
[ You died and your soul wiggled its way into another universe instead of entering your origin universe's cycle of rebirth. It's happened before, but it's a big problem every time. ] 
Ah, reincarnation. So will I just enter the new universe's cycle?
[ It's not that simple. There's not a queue for you to cut in. Each soul carries a signature, a code that the universe reads when you die so it knows what to do with your soul during the rebirth process. It basically determines what your next life will be. Since you're from a different universe your code is a different format, so to speak. So you have to be reconfigured a little so the universe understands you.  ]
Will it hurt?
[ Ah? Oh, I have no idea. I don't actually feel or understand pain. It might be painless, or it could be the worst thing you've ever experienced. I haven't the faintest clue. ]
I see.
[ We'll find you an empty vessel, someone who just died. The instant their soul leaves their body you'll take over, and their physical form will help reconfigure your soul code. Think of it like molding you into the right shape. Just a forewarning, you might not be human. Or even human-shaped. Or even the same physical sex. Be prepared for that. ]
Oh? Rather than being a problem, that sounds interesting.
[ And any wounds or what have you that resulted in the original soul's death will be reversed once you take over so you won't just immediately die again. ]
Thanks for that.
[ We're just about done here, I think... Ah, yes! In your memories, I saw something I'd like to implement. Just to try it out and see how I like it for future transmigrators, you see. ]
My memories? Were you just sifting around in my head in addition to overhearing my thoughts? How rude.
[ You're just a soul right now, you don't have a head. ]
You know what I meant, don't be facetious!
[ You're just a soul with a cloud of memories floating around like a messy little atmosphere. It's hard not to read them! There's stories of people going to other worlds or being reincarnated in your world's fantasy fiction, yes? ]
Oh. Stories like that have gotten really popular lately, haven't they? Even I've enjoyed a few.
[ Yes, so I'd like to try that. It might make transitioning between lives a little easier if you can use a game interface to keep track of data. ]
Yes, yes, that would make things a lot easier and at least two times more interesting. Isn't the game interface like a cheat in itself? That would be a huge advantage for me! I'll take it! How will I use the interface? I doubt there'll be a button to press somewhere.
[ Thinking the words 'Open Interface' will open up the screen, and 'Close Interface' will close it again. From there you'll be able to figure things out on your own. Aren't you exceptionally clever? ]
This is true. As long as I have a place to start from, I'll get the hang of it.
[ As a special service you'll also always have access to the Archive and Scan skills, as well as Storage magic. You'll have to figure those out too, but I'm sure it'll be fine. Since you're clever. ]
Hm, I feel like you're repeating your praise a bit suspiciously.
[ So there you have it. Good luck, Li Mei! ]
Wait what do y-

Li Mei dies unexpectedly, transmigrating into the body of a nameless slave girl who was murdered in her sleep.

With the assistance of a game-like interface gifted to her by an unseen helper, she must fight in a hostile alien world not only for freedom, but for survival - and revenge!

(I will be posting this story on RoyalRoad.com as Kruos soon.)

Sorry for taking too long. I was actually working on my own RP Amino after realising that I too want to have franchise like the Nasuverse where I can fanfic all my favourite stories into my own universe!

I'm calling this franchise the Gaiaverse! Although I've yet to conceptualise and bring in conpetent Authors who I can collaborate with to write some awesome stories with, I actually have a lot of passion for making this universe of mine popular!

The main appeal of my universe is similar but different from the Nasuverse. Instead of Heroic Spirits, there are going to be 'Dreamscape Spirits' who are both born through the imagination of humans and 'become real' through those thoughts.

What I mean by 'become real' is basically making it so even a certain evil tentacle god in tales by HP.Lovecraft becomes something that has history in real life after becoming a Dreamscape Spirit.

This essentially lets me take off any limiters in my fanfic-y universe and allows me write plot that normally wouldn't be possible. There are three short works I'm going to be working on that will bring out the appeal of this universe to the fullest!

The first is a story where Dreamscape Spirits from the Tales of King Arthur and Journey To The West duke it out in a story where these two 'factions' are opposed to each other for one way or another.

However, this won't be just bringing them out in the modern day as 'spirit contractors' will exist on this story to spice up the story. Imagine being a normal high school student or average salaryman when out of nowhere, you suddenly meet the Dreamscape Spirit of Sun Wukong who wants your help in defeating his long-term rival, King Arthur.

Although there won't be any genderbends in this story like in the Nasuverse where nearly 90 percent of Heroic Spirits are girls or a Saber rip-off, there will be more 'fictional' characters added in the mix.

For example: The second story I'm going to add into the Gaiaverse will be a story of Alice In Wonderland where even the rabbit hole she fell into itself is turned into something real. This story will be reminiscent of Pandora Hearts but set in modern times rather than a medieval fantasy.

The third but not in any way last entry to this franchise will be a story where more human Dreamscape Spirits like Sherlock Holmes and Jack The Ripper will exist, albeit not in the same forms as usual due to Spirit Contractors. The Jack the Ripper Dreamscape Spirit will have 'different interpretations' running around that a detective team will have to go around trying discover.

This third entry will be more of a mystery thriller where it's either piece things together or die horribly. I'm planning of turning this story into that since I just want to create stories that can add to the lore of this Gaiaverse. Of course, there is also a Power System separate from Dreamscape Spirits like Internal Martial Art Lineages and secret science fiction-esque organisations but those will be stuff in the background to improve the stories.

I'll be seeing you guys later then!

The story is the third entry in the trilogy of Battlefield Restart but is being written as the direct sequel instead. The events of Battlefield Restart 2- An Adventure Beyond Greatness, are contained so there isn’t much to be missed by skipping it.

This novel is about an Author being sent into the nightmarish world he writes due to his destiny. The main character of BR 2 appears but isn’t focused on much, as this is about the Omniscient Writer’s story.

Vol. 0 is skippable and isn’t essential to the story as a whole. Only something there for extra info.

All the stories in this collection are the work of fiction. All the character designs, names and places mentioned or used belong to their respective owners. 

Please don't bother me with copyright or anything similiar.

Most of the stories in this collection are mine, written over the years by various penname. They are now all collected in one spot on webnovel for your comsumption. Please enjoy them.

If the story are not mine, I will tell you where they come from at the beginning of the first chapter. If you are the owner of those stories, feel free to message me for removal. 

However, if the story have been modified, it is a derivative work of your fanfiction - so it is my work, not yours, and therefore, you have no right to request its removal. Please understand that.

There are no original story in here. All these are fanfiction - derivative work.

Please have a check of the volume title before reading. Stories are not added in any order.

Thank you and enjoy!

This is my lemon collection.

Would you like to have a sample? 

It is totally free to try! Come, let me make you a glass.	

Some lemons are sweet. Some are bitter. Some are rotten.

And some are stolen from the stand next door and remixed for your pleasure! 

But don’t worry about all of that. It is all part of the fiction. 

Please, come over and have a glass. I have made more than a dozen for you to choose.
Since I am such an idiot, I am not sure which glass is full and which glass is empty. The glasses are not even placed in order on the table, so please have a check of the volume before enjoying your drink.

Who knows, you might find something interesting. If you love my work, you can commission another piece, to be added to your glass. If you don’t want to, please enjoy while it last!

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Título original: Foundation
Isaac Asimov, 1951
Traducción: Pilar Giralt
Editor digital: Horus
Corrección de erratas: asturnauta, egoitz44
ePub base r1.1

ISAAC ASIMOV

ISAAC ASIMOV está considerado uno de los más grandes escritores de ciencia ficción de todos los tiempos.

Nacido en Rusia, su familia decidió emigrar a Estados Unidos cuando Asimov sólo contaba con tres años de edad. Se crio, pues, en Brooklyn, Nueva York, donde su padre mantenía una tienda de venta de golosinas y revistas. 

Desde pequeño ya demostró su interés por la ciencia ficción, siendo un ávido consumidor de revistas pulp.

Su atracción por la ciencia le llevó a estudiar Ingeniería Química, donde luego lograría doctorarse en Bioquímica y ser profesor en la Universidad de Boston durante varios años, hasta que su labor literaria le llevó a abandonar el mundo de la docencia.

Tras acabar la carrera, Asimov publicó su primer cuento en 1939, en la revista Astounding Science Fiction —dirigida por el famoso John W. Campbell— y también colaboró con Amazing Stories.

Asimov nunca abandonó la escritura de cuentos y a lo largo de su vida publicó gran número de antologías.

Su obra más importante es sin duda La Fundación (1942) proyecto que se publicó en diversas entregas a lo largo de los años y que compuso poco a poco el universo en que Asimov centró la mayor parte de su trabajo. También ese año (1942) Asimov se casó con Gertrude Blugerman con la que vivió hasta 1970, momento en que se divorció.

En 1950 publicó su primera novela larga Un guijarro en el cielo, que significó el pistoletazo de salida para una larga y prolífica serie de títulos en los que Asimov no sólo trató la ciencia ficción sino que se introdujo en géneros como el policiaco, el histórico o la divulgación científica.

A lo largo de su carrera literaria recibió gran número de galardones literarios, entre los cuales se encuentran varios Premios Hugo, Nébula o Locus. Asimov formó parte, junto a Robert A. Heinlein y Arthur C. Clarke, de los mejores exponente de la época dorada de la ciencia ficción.

Asimov volvió a casarse en 1973 con Janet Opal, un año después de publicar otra de sus obras más importantes Los propios dioses (1972). Varios de sus libros fueron llevados al cine, como El hombre del bicentenario o Yo, Robot.

La producción de Asimov siguió siendo importante, tanto en cuentos como libros, hasta su muerte el seis de Abril de 1992.

ISAAC ASIMOV está considerado uno de los más grandes escritores de ciencia ficción de todos los tiempos.

"The Elements" are the dream of every child who start talking and seeing miracles with their eyes.
                                                                                                                                             
                                                                                                                                               Yuzu


..

"We know that you have a tendency to almost all elements. Or, let's say, the elements that have the chance to genetically develop in your body. 

You have a tendency to feel, communicate and use them. Of course this is according to Altar. 

But don't be too cocky. If any elements' level just 0, then it must be inherited from your parent. Not your personal gift or something. 

Firstly, lets say you have a little talent for "A" element and achieved something to do with it. Then in the future, while leveling up, things that you feel and achieve are going to increase. 
So In the future, maybe you can do things that are normally difficult or impossible to do.

Yuzu stared the ground with a small smile. She put her white hand on soil, held her hand there for a few seconds, "Eren, will you please touch here?"

Eren was very much surprised when he touched the space where his mother used to hold her hand . The soil he touched was pretty hot. 

Of course the heat has many meanings. But for Eren, this place had a warmth and a pleasant fervent. 
At first he thought it would burn his hand, but after a while he realized that heat did not harm him at all.

It wasn't corching, but it wasn't weak either. It gave a feeling like..it was alive!

 Eren felt that he couldn't find the right words to explain. He turned his head to Yuzu. His eyes were full of questions. But Yuzu changed the topic again.

  "I was talented enough to be level 1 in Light Element at the same age as you now.
 I had nothing but my genetic inheritance. In short, I had no future for being an Elementalist. Maybe doing training with right methods would made a difference, but anyway.

The expression on Yuzu's face disturbed Eren. He want to comfort Yuzu, who would make the angels jealous with her single hair. But there was nothing he could do.

 "The ability I had when I was 3-4 years old was painful. I couldn't develop, nor did I feel my element for a long time.

No! It was as if the Light Element, which had my own genetic heritage, was running away from me."

I would never have believed that I would be the healer of my village at that time. I've learned a little about getting closer to Light Element and tried everything on countless years of work. My father had a nice help though. By the way, your Grandpa will give you a present tonight.

In the middle of a little nonsence, Eren got a clue for something unbelieveable! With the words of "I became a healer in my village, with my training…

Eren shouted!
"Wait.."
He just couldn't continue without checking the possibility.

"Mom, you saying that, people can have powers with elements with personel efford?"

"Yes Eren. I have been talking about this for minutes. Please pay attention."

In that moment Eren was both happy, and chilly. He thought, "Someone must be joking with me. It's not easy but maybe some futuristic rich bastard would do this just for his fetishes. I can't be in this magical world and I can't be that lucky, right? 
Maybe this is a 3d oh no 4D secret prison game. They are making me their strippers or hunting animal with a virtual reality?"

..

Eren lost himself like usual. After dozens of seconds, he managed to remember the important thing!
Too many elements that I have and I am free to choose. Am a losing… Wait a minute! Am I really free to choose? Eren again didn't let Yuzu continue.

"Am I free to use any element?...."

"....I mean, forget talent or chance factors. If I try to use and train to "fire" or "water" elements strong enough, will I get a special SUPER-POWER?!"

Yuzu shake her head with the meaning –"Yes." 

But she didn't understand the look on the eyes of Eren while saying -super-powers.

"For example, when I touched the ground, I passed the energy of the light I had stored in my body. I stored it from the air. 

If I try to make it more warm and friendly, and also channel it to a body part. Then this elements will follow my touch, wish, or control and heal creatures." 

Yuzu had tried to explain it as much as possible. But Eren had more questions like;

"Can you do even more? Like more heat while creating light on your skin, or using light to make you lighter and faster?"
 Eren remembered the name of a anime character from Earth. (*Kizaru..)

"I don't think it would be possible, even if I wanted my light energy to burn in a high temperature, I don't know how to do it. Someone like me can't do things you said. Actually for burning things, the most accurate element is probably Fire Element.

 What my element does is to feed and help the soil. Of course, I'm very low level right now. Just 12. So I can't be sure if light element is also capable of super-powers like you said."

Eren accepted these parts with a sigh.

"Well, does the human bodies produce any elements or is it found just in nature?"

Yuzu appreciated the intelligence of Eren with this question and raised her hand to summon a little bit light in the middle of nothing. With just her fingers, in the air, there was something blurry but eye-catching following her. Like this glow want to catch the fingers of Yuzu in a hot pursuit but couldn't do it.

"Our bodies cannot produce the elements. I think they are closer to living things than any dead energy. 

If we have the potential, we will attract and interact with our element. Whether they answer to you or ignore you is the main road of an Low Level Elementalist.

Slowly ,the light vanished and Yuzu just smiled with a little bit melancholy. 
From time to time, Yuzu talked about the theoretical issues and came to the most interesting part after a long time.

   " There are people, actually creatures who dominate their elements as they wish, but these special people are very advanced.

Eren wondered about one of the factors in science fiction and fantasy stories with a momentary impulse.

"Well, let's say, there are two people using the same element. They're gonna fight in two, but they have the same level... "
Yuzu replied without thinking;
 
"There are even differences between people who have the same element and have the same levels. The paths you choose based on racial factors and ability transform you into something different.
But I am not saying your percentage of connection and it's level are important. There are even names inherited from our past.

  Levels are set at decimal intervals."           (*10 by 10)

Eren had predicted that there would be a crap-evolution things on every ten, just like the cheap fantasy stories. 
But at least that didn't happen the way he thought.

1-10: Beginner Stage (not being called Elementalist until lvl10)
10-20:Novice Elementalist
20-30:High Elementalist 
40-50:Noblesse
50-60:Lloyd-Lloyd
…
...

Eren carefully listened with curious eyes, sometimes his eyes would see some parts of Yuzu involuntary, but mostly he listened this sexy angel with a serious temper.

..

  "..and most importantly, what element do you want to use Eren?"

..

Maybe even from the day he died and reborn, this was the most exciting moment of his new life.

Eren understood that this moment was a turning point and maybe the first real thing here, which he himself selected!  Eren somehow knew, he was being pushed towards a fantastic adventure which was specially cheap and very unnecessary.
He didn't want to go absurd way which he'd never wanted to do.

In fact, he was already bored of listening, and thought his path was written very childish.

""Pffff… .elements? Are you a kid! 

I have a ton of work to do and what magic spells or masters are you talking, just screw you God! This planet is cheat as much as you.

Listen to me cheap bastard! I won't attach your stupid world too much. 

Without adventure, without the heroic duties to be enlightened as you wish, without the journeys, without the good-deeds ..I won't be what you expect. Ahhh, why am I wasting my time with a not-real shit. ""

Eren sighed while trying to calm down. 

Select the element!  

Before everything else, for the respect, he thought the last airbender Aang. Secondly after forgeting Air, he thought fire of course.

Then, Darkness, which sounds even most mysterious among others. 

There was something strange named like..mental. Wait, what the hell is Mental! In fact, he has never heard anything like Mental! It was a part of soul or something related to brain, but.. Is it even counted as an Element? 

Eren thought, maybe it was like the power of the mind, able to stop bullets like Matrix? Probably Mental Element wasn't that cool but again it drew his interest.

Lastly, Eren learned from Yuzu some interesting things like, Electricity was dangerous for poor and unlucky people. Its uses, effects and training was always a challenge. Many people would die even from the City, which Sisna Village is closest to.



Although Eren was a mildly insistent , an important question came up, "Can't I learn and use more than one element at a time?"
Yuzu thought a bit because of the topic that she never learned officially but heard in stories.

"I've heard of people who have mastered more than one element before, but they've mastered 2 not more than 3 elements. Actually I have no idea with two element thing. For now, focusing on one is the most logical and safe thing to do darling."

Eren was now ready to say his pick. This time he forgot even other stuff.  With a calm yet resolute look in his eyes he chosen his element. 
Actually there were so many options in table and it wouldn't be easy but he chosen Earth!


He had a brilliant idea. If this shitty element system emerges as he expected, it could even be possible to make some crazy things he planned. With enought time Eren could shake this planet or go to the outer space. But If the elements were as he expect. If not, all his ideas would be worthless.
 
"Mother , how is the Earth?" Moments later Yuzu smiled with an approving glance. A little relief in her eyes.

  "The basis of my light element is often linked to my ability to work. In light element everything is related to your talent and thoughs. But the earth is the opposite!
 It is a tremendous element that can rapidly develop with personal work. It can make the body more healthy. I think it is a good choice. "

"So when and how do we start working ?" Eren immediately asked. He had more questions on his mind that they wouldn't end no matter how many times he asked.

 he wanted to ask. For example, in the continuation of the "Race" section of the altar. But there was not enough time.

..

 A minute ago, Yuzu leaned his head and began to examine Eren's body . She finally shook his head when he finally ended her investigation.

Eren was very small. Finger functions and joints were very poor. Even with unusual body control and his clever brain wouldn't make this little boy ready for elements or training.

Recognizing that Eren was still very small, Yuzu felt surprised. She was used to talk with Eren like two adults normally do. Now checking his body, she was sure it was still early. If there was something wrong in this ages, there would be a high risk of injury and death.

"I really should remember that he is just a 2 years old child. But sometimes he looks like a man. It is really funny that I thought this. It's embarrassing."

With red cheeks, Yuzu nervously cut her thoughts.

  "First we study the theoretical parts. Everyday, I'm going to teach you a lot of things that other people don't normally know. On this village, I am the best teacher you can find. " Yuzu smiled.

Sweet Yuzu felt very happy when talking with Eren more deeply about elements.

But when she leaned to kiss Eren because of his sweet face, Eren opened his eyes with shock and saw clearly visible breasts of Yuzu. Eren couldn't take this anymore and stood up.

 Even among Grandi womans, she was too beautiful. Too much! Even Eren thought, it was a crime to be such a beautiful being. He had  ran home with a distracted face. 

                                                                          ...

 

One year later..



                                                                   ...

*I died as thinking what would've happened if I lived one more time.

Without any friends, without laughter at all, and I'm sure I've never been loved.

No god, no angel, no family, no friend.. Nobody helped me! --- Not even one tiny miracle showed like the movies and books showed us!

I realized that there is no miracle, good luck or perfect coincidences in this life. I gave up of those crap.

..............

I thought everything would end. I'd sleep and rest forever. What a perfect plan for my eternity ha?

That was the fucking plan!

But no. Like Damn Earth wasn't enough, now I must live in this f*cking planet full of "Fantasy Crap".

Everyone keep talking about magic and miracles. "Just shut up would you!"

The village people who talks about evolution, the children blowing fire from their mouth, and the dragons I hear---all of these seem to mocking with me."Don't come closer you piece of.!"

I just want a normal life. I'm sorry but keep away your magic and secondhand miracles from me.  "Wait, I'm not sorry."

On this brand new life, just stay away from me!"

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** A story of the rebirth of a person who dies in a life of total misfortune. **

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***Warning: This novel contains real mature content (+18 Violence and Adult Content)***

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