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Just an idea I had, feel free to build off it!

I and Mii-chan continued practicing for the three-legged race until our PE class ended. In the end, we were the fastest pair and there were also 5  more pairs that got along with their partner without any problems. Although they weren't as fast as us, it could be improved with more practice.

Mii-chan's mood was at its peak of happiness. And why wouldn't be...she, after all, defeated all other people who are much more athletic than her. Even Hirata who she respects and likes wasn't as good as us with his partner.

"Thank you for today, Walker-kun!" She took hold of my hand and enclosed it with her two small hands and then she thanked me with a bright innocent smile across her face.

"Don't thank me, it's your own effort that made this possible..." I shook my head with a smile and used my free hand to gently free the other hand that was at her mercy.

What I have said was the truth. If she wouldn't have been able to push herself to accept my previous offer, our teamwork wouldn't be near as good as it is right now. 

"Hihi, even then, thank you very much! I have never had this much fun during the PE class before today." She giggled when she heard my "praise"

"Well, we should go, after all, we are full of sweat." I told her and she immediately opened her eyes wide when she heard me and then quickly moved a few steps away from me.

"You are right! Umm..." She looked embarrassed for some reason and she seemed that she wanted to say more but she was only fidgeting her fingers... Although I have a few theories about why she moved away from me so suddenly, I am not exactly sure.

"Yes? We are now partners for the three-legged race so you can tell me anything you need." I tried to encourage her to speak her mind.

"Umm...forget it, it's nothing important anyway. See you later in the class?" She shook her head with a smile and then asked me with an uncertain expression.

"Alright, heh and sure, see you later in the class" I chuckled hearing her question filled with uncertainty. Did she think that I would ignore her once the PE class ended? Heh, what a silly girl...

I can see in her eyes that she has genuine respect for me. I wouldn't ignore anyone who genuinely respects me. That's also one of the reasons why I tolerated Sae-chan's little attempt at blackmailing me.

With that said we parted ways and we went to our respective locker rooms to take a quick shower and get ready for another class.

-----(Mii-chan's POV)-----

When I entered the girl's locker room, almost everyone turned their attention to me.

What is this? I was slightly scared, seeing how everyone's eyes were on me, however, I quickly calmed down when I noticed that there was no contempt or any other ill feelings in their eyes.

"Mii-chan!!! That was amazing but I would have never thought that you would let a boy be so close to you..." Maya-chan immediately approached me and started staring at me with a teasing and mischevious smile.

"Huu" Her smile scared me a bit so I was able to only release a pathetic sound out of my mouth.

"Maya-chan, let's not make Mii-chan uncomfortable. But even I am extremely curious what had happened there, between you and Walker-kun." My eyes brightened when Chiaki-chan came to my rescue however it wasn't for long before I was feeling pressure once again when she turned her attention at me.

However, remembering what had happened out there made me immediately blush so I immediately looked downward. ...Our bodies were close, too close... I started to recall the time when we were running together before returning to reality.

"I- I just thought that it will be for the best. I had problems with balance and keeping up the steady pace." I answered while not daring to raise my head, afraid that they would notice my blushing face.

...Like this

I had to endure hundreds of questions, some of them were easy to answer, however, there were even bolder girls who have asked if he tried to take advantage of that position and if he tried to touch me. I did my best to answer those questions even though I was extremely embarrassed because I didn't want them to misunderstand and cause problems for Walker-kun but either way, I will have trauma because of this matter for the rest of my life...

However, what I found slightly strange is...whenever it looked like someone was about to get a wrong idea about Walker-kun due to my slow replying, Chiaki-chan helped me to clear any misunderstanding and even Kei-chan interrupted a few people when the questions grew too extreme. I am aware that Chiaki-chan has a pretty good relationship with Walker-kun but Kei-chan defending him is big news for me.

Although this will probably become the biggest traumatic moment in my life, I definitely don't mind it after everything that happened today with Walker-kun. He always appealed to me as a cold and indifferent individual. After today, I have realized how wrong I was with judging him, I judged a book by its cover instead of being more open-minded but I guess there is no time for regret. I can only try to make more fun and nice memories with him from this moment on...

...But it's really funny... When one doesn't know anything about Walker-kun, they will easily overlook him, however, once they know more, only then they will realize how mysterious he is. It's like living in the never-ending plains for numerous months but only then realize that there is a tall mountain standing right in the middle of the plains. Lonely yet proudly standing mountain.

"What are you thinking about, Mii-chan?" Chiaki-chan question dragged me out of my thoughts.

"Hihi, it's nothing" I giggled and told her not to worry.

Hearing my decisive yet happy reply made Chiaki look at me with a puzzled look.

-----(Mii-chan's POV END)-----

In Class D's classroom...

"Now that we roughly decided on pairs for the three-legged race we can more to the other contests." Hirata said with a satisfied smile while standing in front of Class D's students.

"Hirata-kun, can I add something before we will start with forming groups for the other contests?" The one who interrupted Hirata was Matsushita herself.

Hm? Even I was slightly curious about what someone like Matsushita wanted to say. She usually keeps quiet and goes with a flow except for the times when I told her to do so.

"Of course, please..." Hirata smiled after hearing her question and gestured with his hand for her to continue.

"I don't want to accuse someone, however, everyone is aware of how important is the participation table, right?" She asked with a serious expression while looking around the entire class.

Hearing her question, everyone instantly nodded their heads. They were aware that if our participation table gets leaked out, we would be in trouble. Everyone would be able to counter our weaker and even stronger groups. It would be no longer about luck.

"I want all of us to agree that once we give our participation table to Chabashira-sensei, we will no longer be able to view it until the start of the actual sports festival." When Matsushita said this, I immediately noticed a strange glint in Kushida's eyes, making it too hard for me to hold back a cold and evil smile that wanted to come out on the surface

Hehe, they are working together now? I just hope she didn't say anything unnecessary to her. I thought while taking a glance at Kei who was silent the entire time.

"But what if I forget in which group and position I am?" Ike interrupted her with a thoughtful expression.

"...Can't you even remember in which group you are? As for in which position you will be going, there is no need for you to even remember that, after all, we will be able to view it once again when the sports festival starts" Matsushita said while giving Ike a weird look.

There was indeed no need to even remember in which order the groups will be going because everyone should stretch themselves right before the sports festival starts. What else you want to do? Some mental preparation? If you will do everything you should do then hearing school calling out your group should be enough for you.


"I understand Matsushita-san's point but...is that really necessary?" Hirata asked with a helpless expression.

"Isn't this against the rules anyway?" Yamauchi added.

"No... there is a restriction that says once we give our participation table to the sensei then we can't make any changes but we are ABLE to view it." Hirata shook his head at Yamauchi's question.

"Sensei never said that we can't put our own restrictions. I think that if we will tell sensei that the entire class agreed to not being able to view it, sensei will probably allow this change." Hirata asked with a thoughtful expression.

"But why should we do it anyway?" Someone asked a question that was bothering a lot of people but none of them wanted to be first one to ask. 

"Yeah...why?" More people started to ask for the reason, pressuring Matsushita who had a calm expression the entire time.

"I support this idea" Everyone turned at who said this and it was Kei, standing with her folded arms while glaring at people who were pressuring Matsushita.

Everyone calmed down and she used this chance to continue.

"Personally, I myself am not so familiar with everyone and as of lately there were some strange things happening inside our class." She said while giving the boys suspicious look and 3 idiots immediately took a step back with slightly horrified expressions but no one found it too strange considering Kei's threatening glare.

"Alright, alright, let's calm down everyone. Does anyone have any complaints about this? I myself don't really see any downsides to this so I don't really have anything against Matsushita-san's idea" Hirata tried to calm down everyone because the air inside our class became suddenly too tense.

"I guess there is no harm in this..." The girls were first to agree with this idea, thanks to Kei's influence.

Seeing how most of the girls were fine with this, boys had no other chance but to accept it unless they wanted to induce girls' wrath.

...

Inside my room, at night...

I was sitting at my table with a lot of papers scattered on it.

It was already late at night but I still had a lot of work to do.

...If I want to complete it in one go, I will have to go until the early morning.
*sigh* Thankfully, tomorrow is Saturday so no school. Although 1 night without sleep wouldn't do any harm to me neither it would slow down my mind but sleep is one of a few things I really like so I would like to reduce days without any sleep as much as possible.

As I was writing down something on the paper, Yukina approached me and jumped on the table. She came up to my hand and gently bit me.

I looked at her with a helpless expression.

"I can't, you will have to sleep tonight without using my chest as your pillow..." I said and she understood meaning behind my words thanks to my tone and my expression.

Instead of leaving for the bed, she remained next to my hand while curiously looking and tilting her head at what I was writing.

"Fine, if you don't want to sleep without me, I won't force you but neither will I take pity and go sleep before completing all of this." I said to her and she just tilted her head while sleepily looking at me.

...Why do I even try to sound reasonable when I am talking to a kitten? Why the hell am I even talking to the kitten in the dead of night?

...I need to focus to finish this quickly.

...

After 4 hours spent on writing, I finally finished what I was doing, however, all of that writing and concentrating made me fully awake so I had no desire to sleep anymore. On the other hand, Yukina was already motionlessly lying right next to my hand as if she was dead.

I carefully moved her on her own pillow.

Now what... I thought but it didn't take me even a minute to decide on what to do next.

I set up the chessboard I previously bought on my table and started to practice, however, instead of practicing chess, I was practicing for a sports festival.

I closed my eyes.
Each unit will be a different group, each game will be a different contest. I thought and sharply opened my eyes, glaring at the chessboard in full concentration.

...

Hehe, and this is where the "KING" will step in. I creepily smiled when I moved the Pawn piece forward. Only the chessboard was illuminated with a small lamp while my entire body was shrouded in darkness, only my evil creepy smile was slightly visible together with my shining red eyes.

"The time when pawn will shed its skin, will also be the time when the real KING will be exposed!" I muttered in low voice and knocked down the King piece while replacing it with the Pawn piece.

Just some random Fan-fic about Classroom of the Elite with a few fantasy-like features for the future plot.

*English isn't my native language* so if you can't stand grammar errors while reading something you better not read this.

This is my first fan-fic ever so you can definitely expect plot holes. Characters might have slightly different personalities. Events don't have to happen the same way they did in the Classroom of the Elite.

I am writing this only for fun so don't expect much.


I don't own Classroom of the Elite, neither I own any of its characters and etc...

Rambling of a starting author - 
Hi, I'm Kiboli and this is a novel I wrote a year ago but haven't updated so far because I got stuck with studies. I'm writing this for sake of writing and not for contests or other ideas in mind because I know my level so if there any mistakes do forgive me. I'm not a native English speaker so a friend I met online helped to edit this so I'll be thanking him here and I'll try to get better in future chapters.my schedule will be a at least a chapter a week but there will be extras. thanks for hearing my rambling and please enjoy the story next...

Once a carefree NEET, Then a Peerless cultivation expert, Ye Chen now arrives at the Continent Of Zyndaria, Another cultivation world but this time in a body of a mediocre youth. With a heartbreaking past, Will he able to achieve his goals and stand on the summit ? 
Together with an indomitable will another Story BEGINS..........

Sect's Three Great Conventions that everybody had awaited for was finally here.
The meeting process had been posted, all the students knew, today was the competition of alchemists, thus they already went to the outdoor square behind sect's mountain early.
A high tower was temporarily built in the middle of the outdoor square, with a furnace on top. The viewing platform surrounded the outdoor square, with a platform at the front for the chairman, the height of the platform was higher than the temporary tower. 
When Sima You Yue dragged both Han Miao Shuang and Su Xiao Xiao, Fatty Qu and companion were already seated at the viewing platform. Seeing 3 of them walking in, Fatty waved to them.
Sima You Yue brought them up, with the seats reserved for them.
"You guys are late, if no one was reserving the seat, you guys would have to stand downstairs to watch."
Sima You Yue smiled, "I knew you would reserve the seat for us. If we came earlier, there'd be nothing for us to do."
Han Miao Shuang saw over ten thousand people in the outdoor square, with the viewing platform almost full, and there were still half of the people standing downstairs.
"So many people!"
"This is my first time seeing such a magnificent sight in the sect." Su Xiao Xiao sighed.
"Senior, have you never attended before?"
"There were Three Great Conventions when I joined. But I didn't attend it at that time, and I wasn't in the sect. So I have never seen it before." said Su Xiao Xiao.
"Three Great Conventions only happen once in ten years, Xiao Xiao only joined eighteen years ago, so he never really attended before. " Han Miao Shuang continued, " Usually people who are closed, close themselves off, those that are outside, will be outside. They only get together when there are Three Great Conventions."
"As a result, this is the sect's rare occasion." Sima You Yue looked at the hundreds of furnaces, estimating the number of internal sect's alchemists, and asked: "Are all the alchemists joining the competitions?"
"Yes!"
"Are all the topics the same for high and low levels?"
"Of course not!" Fatty Qu said, "Ouyang and the rest said, the front row is free play, the few rows at the back are used by grade seven alchemists, further back rows are used by grade six alchemists."
"What's the difference between the first and last row?" Sima You Yue puzzled.
"Those are for grade eight and nine alchemists."
"There's grade eight and grade nine alchemists?" Sima You Yue's eyes widened, " At that grade, they can be teachers?"
"You can say that, but reportedly, almost no one has used that row before." Wei Zi Qi said, "After all, for those who are still students, it is nearly impossible for them to become grade 8 alchemists. But it is said that someone achieved it before, that's why that row remains there."
There's a rule in the inner sect, that regardless of occupations or identity, one can only stay here for up to four hundred years. After four hundred years, once will automatically be considered as a graduate. 
At this point, all the alchemists in competition drew a slip of paper from two boxes, revealed the paper to teachers at the side, and walked to the front of the corresponding furnace.
"Are they only allowed to use the furnace prepared by the sect?" asked Fatty Qu when he saw Bei Gong Tai and Ou Yang Fei also drew a number and into position.
"No." Han Miao Shuang said, "These furnace's aren't of good quality. Students can prepare their own furnace, or they can use other's too. In fact, very little people will use the furnace prepared by the sect. The furnace will be kept by the teacher later."
"In that case, why does the sect prepare furnaces for them?"
"It is a tradition passed down from generation to generation."
When the students enter the square, a few teachers will come in together and pass by them, asking if they want to use their own. If the student says yes, they will keep the sect's furnace away, then students can bring in their own.
Like Han Miao Shuang said, most of the students chose to use their own furnace, only a few keep to the sect's furnace. 
And for the two front rows, nobody went up.
When the preparations were done, Mao San Quan walked in while leading a group of teachers in as they sat at the platform.
The teachers stood side by side, cleared their throat and started talking to the students about the sequence of events. It started with the importance of Three Great Conventions, then rankings and more. Then, they followed up with the arrangement for the next few days, and lastly, the rule of today's alchemy contest.
"This year was divided into two rounds as usual. First round is to refine the medicine assigned by the sect, the second round will be free play. The first round will be ranked according to the workmanship of the medicine and the time spent, grade six will be lined up behind grade seven."
"Round two will be free play. Within a fixed period, the medicine you choose to refine will be judged by the sect's teachers based on workmanship."
"The final result will be ranked based on both results from the two rounds. Now, the alchemy contest will officially begin. "
"You'll find a remedy below the table, same for grade six and seven. There are three materials on the table, you have two hours to study the recipe, three chances to refine it. Start now."
The alchemists took out the recipe from the drawer and started studying it.
Han Shuang Miao cut in front of You Yue saying: "I heard from Jiang Jun Xian, this sect's competition and alchemy contest's rule is almost the same, it will probably be the same for us."
"Did Eldest Senior know about this?"
"He participated in an alchemy contest." Han Miao Shuang said, "That time he joined as Jiang family's young master. It was also then that he was chosen by Master as his student. Now that I think about it, his motive was to take this opportunity to get near his Master."
"When was that?" asked Sima You Yue.
"Fifty years ago." Han Miao Shuang said as she tucked her hair behind the ear, "That guy first followed Master, a few years before me."
"I didn't expect that we would still join the competition even without Master around. " Su Xiao Xiao said.
"So, since Alchemists have their pill battle, do Armament Masters have Armament contests, Array Masters have Array contests, Beast Tamers and Seeker Spirit Master have similar contests?" Sima You Yue asked.
"Beast Tamers don't have such contests, but the other occupations do. Master only focuses on alchemy, and doesn't focus on the other contests, so I'm not sure." Han Miao Shuang said, "Instructor Mao should know. Why are you asking?"
"I just thought of it so I was just asking." Sima You Yue smiled.
Previous generations of Ximen's family never had an outstanding Alchemist and Armament Master, so she wasn't familiar with this. This question just occurred to her, since they were all powers that belonged to the mainland, since they had pill battles, other professions should have similar forms of competitions as well.


She was the Fifth Young Miss of the revered General’s Residence, but was seen to be useless as trash. Promiscuous and flirtatious to a fault, she was finally killed by mistake under the hands of the attendants of the man she was chasing; She was a genius favoured by the Heavens but ultimately murdered by an insidious plot and all who shared her bloodline pursued and exterminated which caused her to lust for revenge to be paid in blood. The day the genius had unwittingly taken up the body of that useless trash and opened her eyes, her fate had completely changed!!!

Refining elixirs and the smelting of weapons were tough?
That did not daunt her.

Beast Tamers were rare?
She had easily gained the title of Emperor Beast Tamer!

Forced marriages!?
Men being arrogant because they are good looking?
She stretches her hand out and easily pulls devilishly handsome men to her: The Demonic King brothers would easily take their place. A devilish glance, a slight shimmer of movement, and that man would suddenly disappear the next moment. He turned back around, his devilish smile alluring: “Let’s continue with the topic, let’s have a child!”

This is another interesting story with transmigrating and very fun filled characters that will delight you.

TMS is now well and truly ended.
Thank you Islinda for giving this story a chance for a contract. I hope it proves well for Webnovel.
To all TMS regular readers and supporters. I won't name you individually to respect your anonymity.  With my deepest respect, thank you for your time, interaction and support.  A story can be written.  It's only when it's read that it becomes a tale. 
And I won't forget those from Tapread and Wattpad who gave Hinata and Eiji's drama a chance when it was there.  I've been blessed.
Here is an omake about its own small journey to close the curtains. 
---WPC #46 - To My Sunflower's Journey---
A moment of nostalgia as I look back to the contest that helped me form the concept for this story. Otherwise, I would've never written it.
---[[Writing Prompts Contest #46:Fall in Love with a Soldier
"Believe it or not, the only way we kept in touch was through letters. We would write to each other about our days, about our lives. They were all innocent letters, but they were amazing because it gave me an insight into how simple a person he was."
What it feels like loving a soldier?
"When you fall in love with a soldier, you fall in love with your country; when you fall in love with a soldier, nothing is set in stone on your end. Plans can and will change at the drop of a hat and planning ahead is impossible.
Though all that is true, so is when you fall in love with a soldier, you've found the best there is.
When you fall in love with a soldier, you've found someone who not only loves you more than his own life but loves his country more than his own life as well.
When you fall in love with a soldier, a kiss is worth a million dollars, and no expensive gift can compare.
When you fall in love with a soldier, you've fallen in love with someone who appreciates having a bed, running water and warm food.
When you fall in love with a soldier, you've fallen in love with not who you've prayed for, but someone so much more.
Thank you, God, for letting me fall in love with my soldier."
(Emily Richeson)https://forum.webnovel.com/d/18335-writing-prompts-contests-45-46]]---
The winner of my prompt was a book that is now on hiatus. No other entries qualified. At the time I didn't realize that having votes was the rank qualifier. So my book was instantly disqualified.
Despite not making it past the car park, so to speak, I kept this story going. I had moved it to Wattpad and continued to post chapters there.
I entered it into a Wattpad community award, and had eventually won the award for Historical Fiction, but never received the prize for it. 😆
That's okay. Knowing that my writing was enough to be a winner in a judge's eyes was cool. It won over some quality stories as well. That was a prize enough for me.
After some time, I started posting the story to Tapread where it picked up read interest there. Then I got a ping from Islinda who liked the lone chapter I had left on the book page.  
This story has been a blast to write. I'm proud of what I've been able to achieve with it. I have no regrets of what I leave behind, as I have given my best shot.
♥♥
Arigatōgozaimashita.  
Until next time. Take care.♥


Hinata longed for his Eiji to return from war. Alone in the idyllic countryside whilst other areas of Japan were torn asunder. One day, he receives a letter from his lover filled with the scent of sunflowers and his undying love for him. Followed by official news of his presumed death at Iwo Jima. Heartbroken. Yet determined to honor his promise to Eiji; to live the life they were unable to live together.

Eiji fought honorably for Japan at Iwo Jima. He fell injured in a banzai charge to be classified as dead. He recovered with the aid of an American lieutenant, who escorted him back into the mainland for espionage work. His one chance and hope of return to Hinata's side.

A compelling risk of a war story set at the end of the Pacific War, 1945. Two sides of the war, on Japanese soil, are shown from the individual perspectives of same-sex lovers Hinata and Eiji. 

More than a boys love. This story is an emotional drama, revealing heart and souls of people surviving America's assault on Japan. The consequences suffered at war's end.

Whelp, I guess this is the end (for now at least). I remember back two months ago when I was writing my first work, the fanfic for Chojusen, I said something along the lines of  "I want to be known as the dumb dumb Author who finishes his novels and doesn't quit just because he "fell off..." And as I reflect on the decision I'm making right flipping now, I'm just as disappointed in myself as you guys. It's just, I'm not quitting because I fell off, rather, my lack of taking off in the first place is what's destroying what little motivation I have for writing this novel.

I don't know if you can understand what it's like to watch as the days go by and your work never makes any progress. What it's like to see other novels take off while yours is abandoned. Now, hopefully I don't offend any other authors on the site with words like the ones I'm throwing around right now, if your novel has taken off its more likely than not that you are competent as a writer and your work is deserving of its attention. I'm probably just coming off as a whiny bitch for being unsuccessful in my first venture as an original writer and to an extent, even I agree with that sentiment. It's just, I what to express myself in as open a manner as can be and realizing my frustrations through writing like this is what I feel helps.

I'm pretty sure I contributed in a large part to why my novel is so unpopular. I mean I started off with a message to everyone that it wouldn't be updating for a while and even after coming back I had to take another stop to go to Cuba. I give my own novels sub par review scores and even admit that I have no confidence in them. To anyone with even a modicum of logic, these are red flags and I'm not surprised that many people have turned away from reading.

However, for the last two or so months I've released almost 200,000 words and 112 chapters. And for the better part of those two months It's felt like I've been writing for no one. Sure the view counts update by the everyday and my collections count increase as well. But it's truly depressing to see only three or four comments per chapter; even though they are extremely appreciated. Honestly, if it weren't for the two or three people a see coming back every day — even if it is just to say "thanks for the chapter" — I wouldn't have made it for this long.

Even back when I was writing the other novel, where I would get things about the canonical story wrong or when I made a decision that didn't sit right with some of the readers, getting mean/harsh comments would be infinitely better for my motivation — and I'm assuming other authors as well — than just silence.

Well, that's enough of that nonsense so here's what I've decided to do. Writing this novel, even before I began publishing, is grating as I feel no confidence in my skills as an author and that has only further declined with how little interest the novel has amassed over the two months. It's gotten to the point where I literally write to meet the quota I set up for myself of 1 chapter a day and for bonus opportunities like power stone incentives. (Wait this is still rambling! Sorry...)

Anyways, the problem with motivation is more impactful than you guys can imagine as I literally know what to write next and how the story should progress, but just sitting before my computer and trying to type for what I've already doomed to failure causes distractions to magically manifest; like when you have homework and just so happen to find a dozen videos you'd much rather watch than do your duty. 

Thus, I'm deciding to not "drop" the novel and only put it on hiatus for now. Maybe if I become less whiny in the future and my career as an writer doesn't tank, I'll return to continue updating the story… But for now, I think I'll move on to enter in the webnovel weekly contests and write stories that gain an actual audience. If all else fails, I can somewhat confidently say that I'll return to this story eventually as I'm done with its outline and whatnot. The only thing I ask of you is to forgive me for wasting your time like so many other authors who don't finish their work and to remember that I'll eventually come back to finish what I started; maybe not now or in a year but eventually, I'll come to finish this story… 

P.S. I'll be writing under another pseudonym for a while, else the bad reputation I just created might come to haunt me if I do get successful. So, if you're still a "fan" of either me or this story, sorry you won't be able to find what I'm working on for now… (The characters I write might be dense and stupid, but I think this shameless move is the most pragmatic.)

Don't forget to delete your old reviews and give this novel new 1 star reviews. Though I'm shameless and cowardly, I'd rather not waste other people's time; at least not now that I'm discontinuing production for this novel. But... have some fun with the 1 star reviews, like call me misogynistic and transphobic (you'd know why if you read all the chapters). If anything, we can make my action of quitting, a fun little game, and upvote the most satirically on point roast.

Follow the adventures of a boy named Jam on his journey to gain a purpose. Thrust onto the world of cultivation because of the silly encouragement of his foster grandmother and his ridiculously one-track-minded self, Jam's adventure is bound to be full of action, comedy, and self discovery. Hopefully, his stupidity will be cured before it affects his life too badly.

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Here's my cringy first attempt at a hook, so let me be more straightforward with what this will turn out to be~

A "dense" MC in all the wrong ways, who's OPness brings Xianxia protagonists to shame.

Some wacky situations that exploit the density and idiocy of the MC, which will inevitably shape his future self.

A band of overpowered companions that follow Jam in his journey to find purpose, with only a single love interest (for now, and probably forever~)

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[Current] Schedule: Hiatus...

[Relationship] Goals (End the week's rating with):

100 Power Stones = Extra chapter (Week of January 7, 14)

150 Power Stones = Extra chapter (Week of January 21)

Hello, to anyone who still cares enough to read this. 

Firstly, I would like to express my gratitude to the people who gave me feedback on my novel and supported me during my short three-week run. For that, I am eternally grateful. 

I kind of disappeared out of the blue without saying anything because I couldn't take it anymore. It was stupid of me to do, but here I will be trying to list my reasons and I hope you can understand.

I began to write for WebNovel after seeing their advertisement for up and coming authors to make a living off of writing. I hate myself for being so naive. Looking back on it now, it was like falling for any other scam on the internet. Stuff like "Doctor's hate him because ... " and "Sign up to win ... " Etc Etc. 

As a twenty-three-year-old university student working two jobs, the only time I could fit to write was during the hours of 12 am and 5 am. It was literally killing me to publish chapters as I began to fall asleep in class, and my performance at work got a bit sloppy. 

But for the most part, I enjoyed writing the chapters because I loved to write. I loved to publish a chapter and stalk it until someone posted a reply. That moment when the first person said something meant the world to me. Because it meant someone cared that my story existed, and for this reason, I tried to push myself to put out more and more chapters. 

Things started to go wrong though, as most things do. Webnovel's feedback system is the most depressing thing. It actively tracked how many people had my novel in their collection and how many total views the novel had. However, the only number that matter was the collections. 

The thing was, these numbers were always bugged and never gave me a clear indication as to the scale of my readers. Aside from the usual comments from return readers, the number didn't mean anything. It was like running in one spot, over and over without any clear indication to if I was making any progress. It's horrible when the work you put in seems to yield basically no results. 

I was feeling euphoric watching my collections pass 100. You guys don't know the scale to my happiness. I basically woke up my whole household in celebration.

Then, in the author's discord channel, they confirmed that everything on the interface was bugged. Yep, talk about a slap in the face. 

To summarize ... I was and still am a hopeful about making a career out of my writing. But doing it on Webnovel is ill-advised. Unless that is if you are writing a fan-fiction or another cliche 'system' novel. In that case, I believe you'll find much success. 

Also, if you guys want to know the biggest reason for my departure from WN; in the search function, look up 'Da Contract'. It's the actual web novel contract. Even if you guys don't know the lingo its fine. Just take a look through and you'll understand my frustrations. 

The staff never really cared about us authors either. They seldom gave out prizing for contests and were hush-hush about even attaining a contract. But reading through it ... this thing is a slave contract. I kid you not. Anyone who is desperate enough to sign, I give you my condolences. But it's completely and utterly unbefitting of a professional "employer-producer" relationship. 

And the fact that tried to keep the contract under wraps ... they knew what they were doing.

Thankfully, a fellow author "ink bamboo" was quick to point this out to me. Otherwise, I would possibly be still slaving away here, with no end in sight. I probably would have hung myself if all my stress ended up culminating with being presented with this contract ... 

There are so many things I want to say, but I find myself more and more depressed as I think about it. An entire month of my life down that drain ... it feels bad.

I was told to try my hand with self-publishing on Amazon with Kindle. I believe it's more worth it for me to try there. If people buy my book and like it, at least I can get immediate feedback. If it doesn't work out... well, I suppose it just means I don't have the talent for writing.

Imperious Edge will continue, but not here. Not in this depressing hellscape. 

To my frequent readers, I am sorry, deeply and truly sorry that I have let you down. I can only hope you understand my choices. I often end my chapters with a bow, and to that, I give you my final respectful gesture as I sign off here. 

Perhaps it's asking too much, but I hope you guys would care enough to support me in my endeavours to becoming an amateur author. When I publish my first Volume, I will update this. 

Again, thank you and best wishes to all your future endeavours. May they yield more fruit and success than this. 

Forever yours, 

-Vincent-

WN is crap. They're slave drivers and made me question why I was wasting my time here. I'm sorry, but I just can't sit here and take it.

The Green Mountain Sect had a long history, with tremendous resources so it should have had enough magic pills and medicines for all the purposes. However, nothing on Shiyue Peak was suitable for Zhao Layue because she was working on the Tempered Will of the Sword, and also because nobody had practiced the Nine-Deaths Sword Style except for the Immortal Jing Yang, and so no pill or medicine was prepared for the purpose.
For something as important as entering the Free Travel State, the Green Mountain Sect would usually do their best to help Zhao Layue find the proper medicine, but no one could teach her the Nine-Deaths Sword Style, so she had to rely on herself to gradually understand it. At such a critical moment, it was almost futile to keep on practicing without proper aid. Travelling the world in the name of "seeking medicine" might help her in her effort of breaking through the Free Travel State.
Having left the Shenmo Peak, Zhao Layue and Gu Qing ate the hotpot in Cloudy Town, stayed in Shangzhou a bit, and headed to Nanhezhou on the same night.
Compared to the long journey Zhao Layue and Jing Jiu took many years ago, traveling was a lot faster this time, as riding on sword was swifter and more relaxed.
The twilight set on the gray wall of the Precious-Tree House, making it glow in a peculiar color. No pedestrian could be seen in the surrounding streets; its silence seemed anomalous.
A few Cultivation practitioners stood outside the wall, looking at the manager of the Precious-Tree House, and asked, "You have promised that the auction will be on tonight; why is it being called off?"
The manager of the Precious-Tree House apologized in tandem, saying, "We will give some gifts to the immortal masters later. Please forgive us, and come back in a few days."
Usually, these Cultivation practitioners would take the gifts and leave without too much hassle because of the background of the Precious-Tree House; yet, this time, they had no choice but to get a case of Xianlian Pills from the auction, and they needed the pill urgently, so they couldn't just leave.
"The Elder Jian of our sect is at a critical moment for breaking through Undefeated State; how long do you want us to wait?!"
A Cultivation practitioner yelled this at the manager while glaring at him.
The manager responded calmly, "I'm very sorry. My auction house is going over the books tonight, so we really can't serve you, our cherished guests."
The Cultivation practitioners were quite upset, wondering why such a trivial thing as checking books became an excuse for cancelling the promised auction.
All of a sudden, they thought it a bit strange. Though the background of the Precious-Tree House was profound, they had seldom done anything so unreasonable; besides, the manager's expression was too calm, as if he didn't care about the guests' complaints no matter how ridiculous his excuse was.
A Cultivation practitioner thought of a possibility, and asked in surprise, "Is someone important coming from the mountains?"
The manager let loose a faint smile without answering the question.
The Cultivation practitioners craned their heads reflexively to look at the roof of the Precious-Tree House illuminated by the twilight, and quickly lowered their heads as they worried that the important figure might feel their gazes disrespectful.
"What are we waiting for? Let's get out of here."
"Please inform us of when the Xianlian Pill will be auctioned."
…
…
The manager, caretakers and guards of the Precious-Tree House all remained on the two bottom floors. It was quiet on the upper floors.
This building was the tallest in Nanhezhou. Standing by the railing on top of the building, one could see the whole Chaonan City in the sunset, witnessing marvelous sceneries.
However, the boss of the Precious-Tree House wasn't in such a mood and stood in front of the room door with a hunched back, waiting, careful not to make a sound or look around.
He was a famous figure in Nanhezhou and even the whole mortal world of Chaotian, but right now, he behaved like a servant.
The room door was pushed open. Gu Qing walked out from the room and handed a picture to the boss, saying, "Ask around to find out who has seen it."
The boss of the Precious-Tree House took over the picture respectfully with both hands. He didn't dare delay his task, jogging downstairs and pushing open the door of a room at the far end of the second floor.
This was a large room where stood over twenty elders in green clothing in waiting, their expressions a bit nervous.
These elders were the most experienced evaluators of the treasures at the Precious-Tree House, including a few caretakers who had good eyes. Some treasure evaluators from Zhaoge branches had also joined them for the purpose.
The boss of the Precious-Tree House placed that picture on the table and stood aside, saying, "The first person who has found the clue will be awarded a house."
These evaluators and caretakers knew full well that the house promised by the boss wasn't a regular residence in Chaonan City, but a branch of the Precious-Tree House. How much would it be worth?
Of course, they would try their hardest to find the clue even if they were not awarded anything, because the object in the picture was related to the future of the Precious-Tree House.
The elders got closer to the table, looking at the picture carefully.
Standing by the window, the boss of the Precious-Tree House felt quite hot, but he didn't dare open the window to let in some fresh air. He took out a silk handkerchief and wiped off the sweat on his forehead, thinking of what he should do to compensate the possible failure. In the past few years, he had already sent so much gold and silver to the Zhao Manor House in Zhaoge City, and the result might not be desirable if he sent some more this time. Should he send some to Gu family? He wasn't sure if Gu Qing would be grateful, as he had been treated badly by his clan in the past.
…
…
A few years ago, the Peak Master of Bihu went mad and was suppressed by Yuan Qijing. The Precious-Tree House suddenly lost its backer and was on the brink of bankruptcy.
Unexpectedly, Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue stayed in the Precious-Tree House for a while during their first long journey in the world, and they also did something here.
Using these facts as an excuse, the boss of the Precious-Tree House found his way into Zhao Manor = in Zhaoge City.
In the following years, Shenmo Peak had finally accepted the Precious-Tree House for their efforts of serving the Zhao Manor. From then on, the Precious-Tree House was responsible for providing Shenmo Peak with all of their needs, and at a steep expense, though they managed to keep the resource quota to avoid the bankruptcy, which was more important than anything else.
Recently, Shenmo Peak had become a forbidden land once again, and all the requests were sent by Gu Qing through his clan.
A few days ago, the Precious-Tree House had received a letter from the Gu family, saying that the peak master of Shenmo would come in person to seek an object.
After the initial shock, the boss soon realized this would be a critical matter for the house; if they couldn't fulfill the request, the Precious-Tree House might not be able to operate any longer.
"It should be the three-leaf grass. The immortal master might have remembered it wrong by one word."
An old evaluator with white hair said with certainty while turning over a yellowish book in his hands, "It's recorded in the Tian'an Collection of Medicines."
"How can you believe in the recordings of that valueless collection of wild grasses?"
Another evaluator said, "We have seen so many treasures over the years; but all these people in the room have never heard of it, to say nothing of having seen it."
Listening to these arguments, the boss of the Precious-Tree House looked terrible on his face, walking to the table and looking at the picture. "It doesn't look so extraordinary, why don't you all have any impression of it?" he demanded.
It was a grass in the picture, with three leaves, looking like a green jade.
That evaluator replied with a helpless expression, "It's precisely the common look that makes it harder to identify. It can't be a three-leaf grass."
The boss of the Precious-Tree House said with a solemn expression, "I don't care about what it is. Just find it; otherwise, I'd rather die even if I was given the choice to live."
Upon hearing this, the arguments stopped immediately. The evaluators started reading the ancient books again or were deep in deep thought, trying their hardest to find any clue.
It was oddly quiet in the room, and the only sound came from the turning pages in the books.
Time went by slowly. After a long while, a surprised and happy voice suddenly burst out.
A caretaker came to the table, pushing through the crowd with a book in his hand. "It's written in the Qiuyang Anecdotal Recordings!" he said while showing a page of the book.
The crowd didn't feel confident, and their expressions slightly changed when they heard the name of the book.
There were too many strange and weird events listed in the Qiuyang Anecdotal Recordings, so it was difficult to tell true from the false information, not to mention that the writing of the book was vulgar with uninteresting descriptions. As a result, few people would read it carefully.
Dozens of gazes fixed on the page.
It was recorded clearly in the book. Hundreds of years ago, someone saw a peculiar grass by the Great Marsh with three leaves; the grass had no other special traits, except for its extraordinary greenness, which was unaffected by the cold wind or hot fire. This grass was evaluated by the monk doctors of the Fruit Formation Temple as the rarely seen spiritual grass, named "Three-Purities Grass", drawing the contests among the sects and the travelling Cultivation practitioners.
The reason why nobody in the Cultivation circle remembered the matter was that no more tragedy of fighting for the treasure had happened in the following years, and because all the people who saw the spiritual grass were asked to keep it a secret. However, no one expected that a scholar in the mortal world had recorded it.
"It looks quite like the one in the picture," the boss of the Precious-Tree House commented.
The rest of the evaluators nodded in agreement.
The Qiuyang Anecdotal Recordings, with its crude descriptions, were not really trustworthy, but the description of this topic in the book was somehow very detailed and reliable.
No other Cultivation sect had the courage to even mention such a precious grass, allowing it to disappear from the world. It was the Green Mountain Sect that had such courage to openly look for it in Chaotian.
On the nine peaks of the Green Mountain, the Immortal Jing Yang was probably the only one who could motivate the whole Green Mountain Sect to help find such a grass for him.
The Immortal Jing Yang had practiced the Nine-Deaths Sword Style, and he of course needed the same medicine to break through the Free Travel State.
Thinking of something, an evaluator asked with a baffled expression, "The Immortal Jing Yang had such powerful status on the nine peaks of Green Mountain even before he had entered the Free Travel State?"
The boss of the Precious-Tree House knew quite a bit about the secrets of the Green Mountain, answering, "Definitely."
"That's good." Feeling somewhat relieved, an evaluator said, "As long as it's confirmed that the item actually exists, we have a chance of finding it."
The boss of the Precious-Tree House said, "We must halt all business and gather all manpower to find this Three-Purities Grass."
An auction house of this scale, plus dozens of branches in the entire Chaotian, would suffer dearly when business was shut down for a day.
Nonetheless, the boss, the evaluators, and those caretakers were not at all worried about it, seemingly taking it for granted.
But there was one issue.
Someone said worriedly, "If the Three-Purities Grass is really so precious, we wouldn't be able to compete with those Cultivation sects, even if we found it."
The boss of the Precious-Tree House scolded, "You idiot! When we find out where the grass is, the Green Mountain will ask for it themselves; we are not needed for it. Since the nine peaks of Green Mountain owe senior master Jing Jiu, who would dare not give it to senior master Zhao when she demands it?!"
…
…
The night was almost over. In a room on the top floor, the glowing orb emitted a faint light.
A case on the table in front of Zhao Layue was similarly emitting a faint light, and it should be some kind of formation that sealed off the energy inside the case.
There was grass inside the case possessing three leaves. It looked quite ordinary, but its greenness was so fresh and tender, as if these leaves would fall down and turn into fruits at any moment.


I am the sword.
Killing a man amidst a thousand miles, no one dares take ten steps.
Killing a man amidst a thousand miles, no one can take ten steps.
Killing a man amidst a thousand miles, ten steps? Not possible!
I am the sword, the sword is me,
On the path towards heaven, each shall wield their own.

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