Undertale, adalah sebuah game bergenre VRMMORPG yang sangat di gemari para gamers. Seorang pemain peringkat tinggi menerima kontrak dari developer game tersebut untuk membuat demonstrasi dari fungsi baru yang akan di luncurkan oleh developer game.

Sebagai pemimpin Guild Top Circle, Andika memiliki kewajiban untuk memimpin anggotanya untuk melaksanakan kontrak yang telah dia setujui dengan developer game.

Pada awalnya, semuanya berjalan dengan sempurna tanpa hambatan yang signifikan. Namun sebuah insiden yang tidak terduga terjadi ketika Andika akan menerima hadiah dari misi tersebut. Andika secara tiba-tiba dipindahkan ke dunia lain seorang diri, tanpa teman-temannya yang mengikutinya.

In a world where many knew as a game, a place full of magical creatures, demons, gods and any more humanoid races, a place where magic arts and martial arts coexist. Follow Klause on his journey as he unlock the mysteries of these world, as to understand the reason why is he here in a world where power rules. Accompanied by his previous job avatars watch Klause as he breaks free from the shackles of these world and unlock jobs to conquer the universe.

I didn't want to write this. I really didn't. I'm delighted that my loyal readers gave this book a chance anyway even though it's different from what other novels are like out there. But, I am going to cancel this novel or update slowly. I tried very hard to persist by writing more chapters. But I can't. I lost my direction and creative voice.

It's NOT the reader's fault. It's my own. I love and appreciate all the feedback and comments given. Readers are allowed to offer opinions and critiques. I praise those who do. It's very insightful and thoughtful. 

The reason why I chose to give up is for two reasons. I lost my direction, meaning that it's not coming out the way I initially wanted it. The reason why is because I felt that since my story is different, I took a risk, which all authors do. We take risks. 

But unfortunately, I changed and re-wrote this story twice because I tried to make it good. But I didn't follow my initial instinct because I was afraid of what people may think, which is my fault for overthinking in the first place. 

Now, for the second reason. I am comparing this book to my first one. Now, it's challenging to grasp attention as a novice writer with no experience. But my first book, "Daughters of the Elite," FAILED the first time. It flopped. Badly. I went in and re-wrote it. 

NOW, it has a million views, hundreds of comments, and dozens of reviews. I never thought it would reach that audience since it's not contracted. But it did, and I'm happy and thrilled! 

The second time I wrote it, I received collections and votes quickly. I struggled at first, but my audience multiplied, once the word spread. My synopsis grabbed people, and I didn't enter any competitions because I didn't like the fact that people had to pay spirit stones. UGH. The amount of money I spent on this app because of 1000+ chapter novels. 

I hated the spirit stone system, so when I began writing, I wanted my stories to be good and free, but the issues are none of my works are promoted for that reason. 

I didn't gain a cent writing DOTE, but it's OKAY. I write these books for fun, but in the end, I know when to stop if it's not doing well. This book is not doing well at all. Which, again, I am not hurt by it that much, because I have book three that keeps me going. 

Before publishing this book, I received many requests and comments about how people were excited about book two, and I feel like I failed you guys. It's mysterious for sure, with some intrigue. But it's not what people want. 

Book 3, however, is anticipated. Now, I already began writing the book, and there are no struggles with it so far in terms of plot writing. *Hopefully* but I should drop this one. I persisted with DOTE; I failed on this one. I'm sorry. 

This book is about love that is thought to be lost but regained over time. 

NOW! I might complete this novel!!! However, updates will be unpredictable. It could be once every few days, maybe once a week. I am focused on book three. 

I really do like writing this book. But again, not many people like the idea of this one, of course, as you readers being the wonderful exception. 

I will be deleting this chapter in 24 hours so I can proceed with new chapters. But again will be mainly working on book three:

...

BOOK THREE:

"A SONG FOR A SUMMER'S NIGHT" 
 
[Release will be in one or two weeks]
Tags: Romance; Arranged Marriage; Forbidden Romance

Song Luli is a sharp-tongued, bold, and reserved young woman who unexpectedly becomes the new successor of her father's company—Song Entertainment—right after her older sister abruptly disinherits herself. 

Song Luli, now the heiress of a large company, soon receives word that Song Entertainment is crumbling in the business world, and to secure her position; she must marry Long Jie, a wickedly handsome heir of a conglomerate, who is bound to duty and responsibility. 

Long Jie is a handsome, ruthless, and calculative young man who destroys careers or makes them, and he is known to be frigid by rejecting every offer for a suitable match. 

But he picks Song Luli. 

On the terms of marriage, they agreed to never fall in love, to never think about the possibility as they dedicate their time towards their jobs and families. Marriage benefited both of them for the sake of power and to survive the turmoils of High Society. 

Watch as the budding romance blooms between two stubborn and cynical individuals who share more in common than they want to admit, learning more about what it means to be married, and battle the power struggles that they face, together. 

Meanwhile... 

Song Luli's cousin Su Xiang is an aspiring doctor devoted to her job and inheriting the legacy her mother built. She is the heiress of Song Pharmaceuticals, but when her older adoptive brother returns from four years of Medical school, she must confront the blooming feelings she harbours for him. 

Until next time, and hopefully, I succeed.

What happens if the person you thought you hated the most turned out to be the one who loves you ceaselessly, unconditionally, and passionately? 

Status: Completed

...

Xue Guangli was a young woman who followed her mother’s legacy; she won’t marry to get above her status. She will earn it. 

However, when a tragedy struck her home, she lost sight of the things she wanted. 

To get her life in order, she must regain the classy legacy she left behind, find the real suspect of her mother’s killer, and pave a way through the challenges thrown at her. 

But when it comes to her mother’s murder trial, Xue Guangli is forced to get help from the man she hates the most—Long Huojin. Long Huojin is an achingly handsome and devastatingly perfect successor of a large conglomerate, but the two never got along. 

Xue Guangli hated Long Huojin for most of her life—so much that when he looks at her, she can hardly breathe. 

Long Huojin, on the other hand, secretly pines for Xue Guangli patiently waiting for the day she’ll let him in. 

***Novel Completed at Chapter 70***

——

“Her eyes dropped to the hollow of his throat, to the bob of his Adam's apple. Her gaze lingered and stopped at his mouth, at the seams of his lips. It hadn't occurred to her what it would feel like to taste them.” 


Keywords: Male Lead; Female Lead; Romance; Crime Drama; Strong Female Protagonist; Respectful Male Lead; No Prolonged Misunderstandings; No Sexual Assault; No Evil Sisters; Detailed Smut; 18+ 

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Other Works: 

Daughters of the Elite (4.8)
A Song For a Summer's Night 

Art cover isn't mine. Will remove when asked.

Hey bros and people who don't like being called bros. 
So. 
Today I woke up. Checked my email. And apparently I got a contract invitation by Webnovel. I didn't even know that was a thing, I though we gotta apply for that shit ah. 

Anyway, I don't know if they say this to all their invited contract people but they said they read my work and praised my story as 'filled with imagination, has a fresh and interesting plot and well-crafted characters that speak deeply about your passion and talent for creation. Our content editors strongly wish to accompany you through your writing career and plan a beautiful future for your work.' And I'm like..

Fuck man you guys read my shit? Even the reverse shota thing? 

Embarrassed (/ω＼)

Anyway I'm like low key hoping it's copy and pasted praise because ugh it's like the parents you didn't know about finding your fanfiction and then praising you for how well Sasuke ***** Naruto in the ***, which... I totally didn't read when I was younger (¬_¬)

Anyway, anyway, what do you guys think about the contract? First off I'll get gift donations which is cool, I'm always looking at other stories being like damn I want a balloon from my readers too. But the profits you get is apparently 50:50 with the website. Which I mean, I sort of get since they'll help advertise etc.

Same with privilege ah. 50:50. Also premium chapters I may not get any cash at all since apparently it depends whether the coins are bought with real money? (And I know I don't do that personally. I grind out my daily free chapter tickets like a cheapskate lol).

However they do promise more exposure and will even offer to translate the story into different languages which sounds really good.  I'm a slut for praise. And international praise sounds reaaaal nice. And even though I love the donations you guys are giving me... I love the idea of forcing you to pay mor- lol jokes I'm kidding. But it would be nice to generate a bit more stable cash flow and as someone who wants to write more on the future (guys I'm at the point of my life where I just graduated and am looking for jobs that I don't even like and not qualified for anyway and it's terrifying) it may be good for me ah. It'll at least get me a foot in the door and such. 

I'm gonna go ask them some further questions now about this in a day or twos time? I can't think up many questions (what they expect for weekly chapters etc?) but if you think I should ask something just paragraph comment here. Even though I feel quite flattered I don't like jumping in blind- which I always do tbh and it never ends up well lol.

Also tell me your opinions ah! I wrote this to ask you readers and veteran Webnovel users to help me (ﾉ^ヮ^)ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧ 
Should I consider the contract or should I just keep to my kofi? Ugh I'm also such a lazy caterpillar can I even keep up with the contract's demands? Would having a contracted story look good if I want to pursue professional writing possibly? 
I tried looking at the forum but there was all sorts of things and I still don't know what's up. QAQ I'm no good at long term thinking.

Jia Hyson finds he has hit the jackpot after he dies. 

He's got a system! He's a transmigrator! So cool! 

System: "Please help us fix the plot." 

Jia Hyson: "Of course!" 

System: "Firstly there are too many love interests." 

Jia Hyson: "Okay." 

System: "The main character is too annoying." 

Jia Hyson: "Um." 

System: "Needs more world building." 

Jia Hyson: "..."  

Oi, is he fixing the plot or is he rewriting the whole damn thing?!

(This is bl/yaoi/danmei btw)

"Wow that was some awesome food Sanji" Luffy says while touching his bulging stomach.
"Wow captain you really have a huge appetite" Ron speaks.
"Yoi-Yoi Ron you don not have to call Luffy captain, You can just use his name itself" Usopp says.
"Really is it alright i thought pirate captain were strict about calling their superiors respectfully" Ron says.
"well that maybe common in other pirate ship but in Straw Hat pirate we treat each other equally" Sanji says.
"Ron you know a lot about pirates even though you are just a writer" Zoro asks in a questioning gaze.
"Ah that i have secretly observed a lot of pirates who came to logue town but maximum of their careers ended in logue town due to Smoker" Ron says.
"So Ron are you from logue town" Nami asks.
"Yes i am from logue town i have been born in logue town but i have not been in logue town for many years and i just came back a year ago to start my writing career" Ron says.
"Ron what were you doing before becoming a writer" Luffy asks.
"Well i did do many kinds of jobs in different places" Ron says.
"Okay Ron i will introduce you to all the Straw Hat pirate formally and their work" Nami speaks.
"Luffy is the Captain, Sanji is our cook and is responsible for our food reserves, Usopp is the sniper of our crew and is responsible for the maintenance of the ship and our weapons, Zoro is a swordsman and is responsible for cleaning the decks alongside Luffy sometime and i am the Navigator of the ship and responsible for maintaining the treasury of our ship" Nami says.
"You can say what are you good at and we will distribute a work for you" Nami speaks.
"Well i have experience in most of the jobs you mentioned expect Luffy's" Ron says.
"Ho you will really come in handy since we sometimes need an extra pair of hands in our work" Sanji speaks.
"Ohy Ron i will tell you i will be solely responsible for the maintenance of merry, You should know that i had a huge fleet of ship in my control before joining Straw Hat pirate" Usopp goes on saying his usual lies.
"Ah it will troublesome to make you responsible for any single work" Nami speaks.
"Nami i think my experience will come in handy since i have been to Grandline many times" Ron says.
"What!!!!" Everyone shouts.
"Ron you have been to Grandline" Luffy asks while his eyes are sparkling.
Everyone was staring at Ron in amazement.
"Hey is it something amazing" Ron asks.
"No-No we usually do not see many people coming back from Grandline to East Blue" Usopp says.
"Alright then i will help in everyone's work when anything is required and i think i will inform you about Grandline information in sessions" Ron says.
"Sessions what is that is it something we can eat" Luffy says while his face show the expression of thinking of food.
"Yoi Luffy you just ate sometime ago" Sanji shouts.
"Session what is that" Nami asks.
"Session is a type of class i will be taking to everyone while we are in our journey, I would be like a Instructor of sort for the Straw Hat pirate" Ron says.
"Oh is it not a type of meat" Luffy says in a dejected tone.
"Instructor well that's something new" Zoro says.
"Okay no problem since you will be helping in other things as well" Nami says. 
"Well then since we are all free i will take my first class right now" Ron says.
"Since Grandline line is our next destination then the reverse mountain will be our last stop in East Blue" Ron says.
"Reverse mountain???" Luffy.
"Nami you have map to Grandline's entrance right can you bring it here" Ron says.
"Yes, Wait a minute i will bring it" Nami says and goes to cabin and brings back a map and shows it to everyone.
"See this mountain it has four entrance each from one of the four seas and then they meet each other at the top of the mountain from where a canal goes down to the grandline which is the entry to the grandline" Ron says.
"We will be going to enter through East Blues's entrances" Ron says.
"Wait you are saying that we will climb the mountain with our ship, That is impossible" Usopp says.
"This is most special part about reverse mountain that all the entrance have a canal in which the water flows in reverse due to strong current and we will ride this current to go up" Ron says.
"But we have to careful if we miss the entrance we will crash straight towards Redline due to the strong currents" Ron says.
"HA HA HA it is going to fun" Luffy says while laughing.
"Nami when will reach reverse mountain" Luffy asks.
"We will reach there by tomorrow" Nami replies.

Nami :- He stole my Bailey
Luffy :- He stole my meat
Zoro :- I will certainly cut him
Sanji :- I will kick him first
Usoop :- Somebody save me
Ron :- Alright everyone it is time to train

This is the story of the future one piece crew who suddenly added a new mysterious member in loguetown.

What changes will he bring in the original story and what is his true identity.

Any character and material from original one piece belongs to Eiichiro Oda and the author does not have any copyright for it.

"There's vast global conspiracies all the time.  Remember Santa?"
- The Darkness

----------------------
45 Minutes Later
----------------------

"I want to be your campaign manager."  says the small woman.

"What's your name?"  I ask.

"Sandy."  She says.  "Or, Dee."

"You're fucking crazy, Dee."  I say.

Dee laughs.  Drinks some of her beer.  

"I've been following you for a while.  You actually have great ideas.  Invest in healthcare, mental health, education, science.  Tax the rich, help the poor.  More foreign aid, less drone strikes.  Bodycams for cops, legal weed, no minimum sentences, whistleblower and witness protection.  Cut off all the fucking shady campaign money that's ruining our democracy."  says Dee.  "It's all solid.  You're definitely gonna lose."

I rub my face.  "I know."

"You're completely fucking invisible."  says Dee.  "To get any kind of news coverage, you have to pay the media empires their billion dollar bribe.  To get the billion dollar bribe, you have to ditch your entire plan.  Because, even though your plan is the best for making rich people's lives better, it's the worst for making them richer.  Who's gonna pay for that?"

I polish off my beer.  "I know."

"So, why the fuck are you doing it?"  asks Dee.

"I dunno.  Doing nothing wasn't working."  I say.  "I could lie about my plans until I get the bribe money, but I don't think that'll work either."

"It won't."  says Dee.  "The bribe doesn't compel them.  If you stop playing ball, you'll disappear again."

"So, there I am.  Tilting at windmills."  I say.

"Cool.  But, fuck that.  I suggest a slight change in perspective.  You aren't running against Conservatives, or Liberals.  You're running against a small subset of both groups called rich people.  They've rigged the elections so you can't win without millions of dollars.  That means the winners are always rich people.  Or, their pledges.  It's an ingenious trap that confounds or converts challengers to their rule.  But, it's not a perfect trap.  I've found a way to circumvent it."  says Dee.  "All you need to do is utterly destroy rich people.  Completely and totally fucking eliminate them."

"Okay.  That's not where I thought this conversation was going."  I say.  "So, are you thinking purge style?"

"Wow.  I wish."  says Dee.  "That would be so much simpler.  But, we've tried that a few times, and the money always survives the slaughter.  Somebody ends up with it, and nothing changes except the paranoia level of our new wealthy overlords.  No, for this to work, we need to destroy the money.  Not the physical currency.  But, money as a concept."   

"Interesting.  Please elaborate."  I wave over more beer.

"Money has power, because it can make people do stuff.  It's a hordable form of manhours.  We need to break the link between money and manpower."

"They're called jobs."

"Thank you.  Fuck jobs!  Let's fucking get rid of them!"  she says.  "The campaign slogan writes itself."

"It's unique."  I drink.  "How do you plan to do it?"

"We make the necessities of life free.  Then we don't need to work, and rich people lose their leverage.  Look."  She lays a list in front of me. "This is how we spend right now."

I look at the list.

 - 27% Housing  
 - 18% Income Tax
 - 13% Transportation  
 - 11% Food   
 - 10% Insurance / Pension 
  - 7% Healthcare
  - 4% Entertainment  
  - 2% Clothes
  - 2%  Education  
  - 2% Booze and Drugs 
  - 2% Gifts and Charity 
  - 4% Everything Else
 
"Okay, let's start knocking this list down."  says Dee.  "First, it costs a lot to have a job.  Income tax, commuting cost, child care, convenience food, student loans, business casual attire.  Hell, a third of what you pay for housing is just to live closer to work.  All told, the average person pays 40% of their income just to keep their job."

"That's depressing."  I say.

"Insurance and pension are another 10% of the average family's expenses."  says Dee.  "But that's just paying money now, so you have money later.  Add that to your job expenses, and you pay 50% of your money just to have money."

I drink skeptically.  That math can't be right.  I need a pencil and a calculator.

"So, if half our money is spent to get money, arguably the other half is spent on the necessities of life.  Let's redo the list."

She flips the list over and rewrites it.

 - 50% Fucking Nothing
 - 18% Housing  
  - 3% Transportation  
  - 9% Food   
  - 7% Healthcare  
  - 4% Entertainment  
  - 1% Clothes  
 -  2%  Education  
 -  2% Booze and Drugs 
  - 2% Gifts and Charity 
  - 4% Everything Else

"Okay.  Charity and gifts can be replaced by volunteering and arts and crafts.  We legalize all drugs and ditch the sin taxes on booze.  We need a free online college - not sure why we don't have one already.  We'll still need casual attire.  There's plenty of free entertainment.  Reddit, chess, oral sex.  That's all you need.  Food can be cheap, if you need it to be.  Cook more.  Potlucks.  McDonalds.  Labmeat, if they figure it out.  We could invest in public transportation.  Or, self driving car-shares.  Let's do the autonomous car-shares.  It's cooler."  says Dee.  "Okay, let's redo the list."

She flips the list.  Sees the first list.  Throws the list away.  Writes on the table,

 - 64% Fucking Nothing
 - 18% Housing
  - 1% Herbie  
  - 6% Cheap Eats  
  - 7% Healthcare  
  - 0% Reddit Wack-off Checkmate
  - 1% Clothes  
  - 0%  Wikiversity  
  - 1% Get High!  
  - 0% Get Crafty!  
  - 4% Everything Else

"In a sane world, losing 64% of the economy would be enough to crash the rest of it.  Sadly, we have people fighting tooth and nail to keep jobs.  We can't pussyfoot around.  Kiilling 64% of the economy will just anger it.  We need to annihilate all of it.  At the same time.  Anything less, and it will grow back weirder and more horrible."  She drinks.  "Fair warning though, the rest of the plan is a little dicey." 

"We haven't done the dicey part yet?  Fuck."  I wave over more beer.  The waiter is grumpy that we're writing on the table.  He's also not happy to find out he's pissing away half his wages to keep his crappy job.

"The last big ticket items are housing and healthcare."  Dee says.  "Healthcare's actually the bigger expense.  We pay less for it out of pocket, but that's where half our income taxes go.  People hate paying taxes, but they're unwilling to put granny on an ice floe.  We need a third option.  I suggest we cure all diseases."

"Simple enough."  I say.

"You scoff, but we spend 10 times more money helping people die, than we do researching cures.  We should spend 1000 times more researching cures.  Figure it the fuck out before it gets us."  Dee says.

"So, we borrow a shitload of money to find a cancer cure, and when it's time to pay it back, we say, fuck you money's obsolete."  I ask.

Dee snaps.  "Now you're getting it."

"I'm starting to appreciate your ruthlessness."  I say.

"Then you're gonna love my housing ideas."  says Dee.  "There's a couple simple ways to reduce the cost of building a house.  Mostly interior design, and land use.  Over half of a modern house is wasted space.  Garage and basement storage for shit we don't need.  Single purpose rooms that are only used a couple hours a week.  Laundry rooms, 3rd bathrooms, guest rooms, offices, hallways.  These should be glommed together into multipurpose rooms that get more use.  Suburbs should be rezoned to allow higher density housing.  Townhomes, low-rise condos, garden homes.  There's room for everybody, if we stop being NIMBY dickheads.  In theory, these steps could halve the cost of a house.  In practice, the price of a house has nothing to do with the cost to build it.

"Interest rates are the key to house prices.  To lower house prices we'll need raise interest rates significantly.  Then people will stop struggling with their mortgages, because they'll be bankrupt.  Also, the stock market will go tits up, and everybody will lose their retirement savings."

"I'm not seeing how this will give everybody a free place to live." I say.

"Yeah, it won't."  she shrugs.  "Remember, our goal isn't to provide free housing, it's to utterly destroy the wealth of our political enemies.  Wrecking the housing and stock markets will be a fine attack on them.  We may need to sleep in the park for a while to pull it off."

I had forgotten that destruction was our goal.  Her goal.  I'm not really with her. 

"Or, we could just forgive everybody's mortgage.  Six of one."  She says.

I drink.  Jesus.  This chick is playing hard.  

"What about the rest of the government spending?"  I ask. 

She drinks.  Shrugs.  "That's mostly just the army."

"Well, what about the army?" I ask.

"The army's just a way to funnel cash from the poor.  The nukes and subs and spies are okay, but the rest is a waste of cash."  She drinks.  "Canada won World War 3 in 1962.  Sorry you had to find out like this."

"What the fuck are you talking about?"  I ask.

"They built a bunch of nuclear reactors in the fifties.  Candu Reactors.  They made a crapload of electricity, and a modest amount of weapons grade nuclear waste."  Dee says.  "Then they made a bunch of small nukes - just the bomb part, not an entire missile - hopped in some WW2 era subs, and hid them off the coast of major cities.  Half the human race lives in coastal cities.  While the rest of the world was trying to militarize space, Canadian frogmen took the world hostage.  It would be intolerable, but they don't ask for much.  Basically, no more World Wars.  And ever since, our army has been a weird cash grab PR stunt."

"I don't believe you."  I say.

"Let's not fight about it."  says Dee.  "They'll tell you all about it when you become President."

"I'm not running for President."  I say.

"Well, you'll have to."  says Dee.  "There's no way you're winning a small town election with this platform."

"I'm not winning any election."  I say.  "With your platform, my platform, or any other platform.  You're awesome bonkers, don't ever change.  But, if I've learned one thing from this pointless fucking slog, it's that everybody hates new ideas.  Ain't no bribe big enough.  If you want change, you have to do it yourself.  I'd be doing more good trying to build a better solar panel in my garage, than going to these fucking debates."

"I'm not against unilateral drastic action."  says Dee.  "But, it's pretty easy to make new ideas old.  It's just repetition."

I shake my head.  I'm drunk.

Dee smiles.  "I guess I need to tell you that a few more times."

I shake my head again.  "What's the point of all this?  I hate the rich as much as the next guy, but if we have to slit our throats to skin their knees, why bother?"

"Because the future is terrible.  We're trapped in prisons of decaying meat, and there is no second chance."  says Dee.  "7 billion apex predators.  The most dangerous superintelligence in the known universe.  Yet we spend half our lives at pointless drudgery, and the other half numbing our brains to forget the inevitable.  Fuck that.  We can easily free ourselves from our pointless drudgery.  Then we can spend half our lives wasted, and the other half carving out a better future.  A future where we don't decay, aren't trapped, and maybe get a second chance.  But that future has enemies.  Some people fight change, because they're richer than their neighbors, and can't imagine anything better.  I don't hate the rich.  They're just in my fucking way."

She stands.  Collects her stuff.  Throws some money on the table.

"Good talk.  Here's your homework.  Find a way to get your message out without paying the bribe."  says Dee.  "It can be your plan, my plan, any fucking plan.  Just get it past the gatekeepers."  

She sways.  She's drunk.  "Be good."  She's gone.

I wave over more beer.

"A super-intelligence is only limited by its ambition. If you could do anything, what would you do?"

Megacles has a pretty good life. Also, she is horny, lonely, bored, anxious, and a bit of a drunk. She decides to fix all this with science. It works okay, until she accidentally builds a doomsday device. At least she’s not bored anymore. 

Mr. President has inherited a broke, corrupt, government. Unemployment is high, nobody pays taxes, the healthcare system is collapsing, and the government is using systemic blackmail to cover it up. He has a plan to fix it all, he just needs to steal a trillion dollars to get started.

Super Science and Fast Romance is a near future, science fiction, romantic comedy, political psychodrama. It's fun. It teaches how to fix everyday problems with lasers, evil robots, and mass hallucinations. These solutions work really well. Only a couple people die.

Any money made by this book will be spent on drugs and super hot lasers.

Placing requests at the adventurer's guild was very easy, thanks to support from the system.

Unlike taking jobs there, placing a request could be done anonymously from anywhere in the world, though it would cost a bit extra.

Given that it was a troublesome collection request that few would want to take, Aura would have to fork over a hefty sum in order to get it done quickly

A gold coin per bat was about as high as Aura could go, especially since he needed a lot.

Next on Aura's list was to create a place to keep the bats and turn them into monsters.

He built about a hundred cages out of blue selenium, and hooked up a decent void force core to each, making sure that no force would leak the room they were in.

Given the laws about experimenting with monsterification, Aura would be executed should anyone find out about this.

After he finished that, his next task was more annoying.

He needed to make some origin steel, which is just ordinary steel, except refined by a master blacksmith thousands of times.

While he waited for the bats to become monsters, he was going to work some steel into origin material.

The only saving grace about making origin steel is that you can make a large quantity all at once.

It would still take a while though.

---

Fiona was adjusting to her new body still, despite having fully healed.

She still found the gills a bit weird, and wasn't comfortable when cleaning them

Her new eyes functioned well, maybe a little too well, and she could see just fine.

Her leg was good too, excepting the part where she had herbs growing in it

Overall her body felt great.

She was full of energy and ready to work!

Except her master was busy doing some experiments on bats or something?!

And now he was hammering the same piece of steel, reheating it and hammering it some more?!

'What's the point of modifying your slave like this if you weren't going to use any of the upgrades more than once?'

Fiona was extremely bored, since the base was enchanted to keep it clean and orderly, what the hell was a slave with free time supposed to do?

She had no tasks to do, since everything was already taken care of.

So, to pass some time, she opened a system window and began to fiddle with the music maker section.

Any creature in Ascendance had the same system access, and could do the same things, which meant that players were actually at a disadvantage, being unable to acess the sytem's advanced features without leveling up.

The music maker function allows a character to write songs and have the system play it back.

It was good for songwriters, but most people preferred to hear the music actually played by someone, since a great deal of enjoying music in Ascendance comes from the way the spirits react.

Fiona's hobby was writing songs, but not just any songs, she preferred to write hardcore death metal, because it was fun to see the system's measurements of her music.

When listening to music though, she was much more tame, only listening to ordinary rock music.

For humans, a girl who looks as delicate as her making such music would be very odd, but for demons, it was just par for the course.

Actually, Fiona could be considered tame by demon standards, which was probably why demons were mostly regarded as a barbaric race by others.

Writing music had its limits though, and she started to get bored pretty quickly.

Instead, she began to browse the virtual market.

She was a little confused to see items being sold for a bunch of currencies she'd never seen before, but given how weird the market was every day, it wasn't a big deal.

Ascendance's online market was, of course, available to NPCs as well, with the market just being a way for people to sell items over long distances.

Most people preffered purchasing from a store though, since it was cheaper, and you got to seethe items before purchase.

Supposedly, the market was created by gods as a way to make money, so they take a small portion of coin out of every transaction.

Fiona had been given access to Aura's treasury, with permission to use a small portion for herself, the idea being that she could purchase stuff that would be useful for Aura while he was occupied.

Fiona was also ordered to sell off a few rainbow crystals each month, as a way of bolstering the treasury without saturating the market.

Fiona was going to search through the market to see if she could find any cheap materials.

Aura Thompson, one of the most unknown experts in the DMMORPG known as Ascendance, dies of old age, only to find that his final wish has been granted and that he can start again on his path to immortality through the fantasy game he loves.

Read as Aura uses his knowledge of mankind's second world to chase after his dream.

He knows all the secrets that players uncovered over the 132 years he played the game: quests, classes, skills, hidden treasures, lore, and all sorts of things that could tip the balance of the world in his favor.

How far will he go?

*RING*

"Hello?"

"Soo! Have you seen the views of our videos yet?"

"Nope. Why?"

"Check it now! It has gone crazy! The number is so unbelievable."

Soo who just woke up quickly took his laptop and opened the MyTube website. He looked at the video he uploaded last night and saw the number of views

"WTF! How come there are so many views?"

"Right. Why are there so many views? Did you buy them?"

"You know how much money I have. How can I pay for the views."

Soo looked at the numbers again and again. He refreshed the website, and the numbers have increased. The video he uploaded last night has about a hundred thousand. It was unusual for his first video. Usually, for a new broadcaster, their views would not reach this number on their first videos even after a few days. Soo looked at the comments and was quite pleased by the pleasant comments about his songs. Some of the commenters also requested them to do a live broadcast.

"Sae Ah, do you want to do live broadcast? There are quite many people requesting for live broadcast, what do you think?"

"Of course! I will do it!"

"Then let's do the live broadcast this Saturday, are you fine with it?. We also need to prepare a few more songs to be released. When are you free?"

"I'm always free. I can record anytime."

"Then, let's meet tomorrow to record a few more songs."

"Alright, see you tomorrow."

"See you."

Soo, who saw that his project was doing well fall into deep thought.
He was thinking about whether he should resign from his day job. Even though he was often bullied, the treatment from the company was not bad. He received numbers of bonuses, and the pay was not bad. But, he has long hours of work time. After thinking for some time, he resolved himself to resign from the company. He opened the writing program on his laptop and started typing his letter of resignation. He printed it out and put it in an envelope and wrote resignation letter on top. He prepared himself up and went to the company, but this time he did not go to his station. He directly went to the Human Resources department and handed in his resignation letter. The resignation was processed quickly.
After he was done, he quickly went outside and walked away without looking back. It was the place that he had suffered the most for more than a year. He did not feel a slight regret after resigning. He decided to walk for a while and went to a nearby convenience store. He wanted to get a free booklet where lots of part-time jobs were listed. He took it and bought several foods and drinks while he was at the store, then he walked home. At home, there was nobody except for him. Ran was in school until noon. Soo decided to look at the booklet and looked for a part-time job as he has nothing to do. He wanted to look for a job that he could do while Ran was at school and did not take much of his time as he wanted to use most of his time to study and create music. He looked for it and finally found the job he wanted. A bicycle store close to his house was hiring. The criteria matched, and the pay was not bad. He immediately called the listed number, without any interview, he quickly got appointed. It seemed that the store needed some helping hand.

After looking for a job, Soo went to the music room to do some writing and recording. He wanted to write some songs while he was free. While he was writing, a particular idea popped in his head. He has a thought of creating songs for duet or group. He thought of contacting the four girls that he founded with Sae Ah. He felt that they were talented and to be left unused was a waste. He wrote a note, to contact them someday.
In the afternoon, Ran has come home. She was surprised when she saw her brother was already home. She ran to him after taking off her shoes and gave him a bear hug. Soo picked her up, then carried her to the living room and sat on the sofa.

"Oppa! Why are you home?"
She asked while looking up.

"I came home early today because I wanted to see your face."

"Hehehe. Don't lie!"

"Really! I wanted to see you so much that I came home earlier."

"Really?"

"Yup! Also, I resigned from my job so I can stay at home more with you."

"Huh? Bad Oppa! How are we gonna pay the debt if you don't work? What are we gonna eat?"
Tears appeared on Ran's eyes as if she gonna cry in seconds.

"No-no, Oppa still working. You know the songs that Sae Ah and I recorded right? The song has become famous, so Oppa gonna write more songs to have more income. Oppa also will work part-time while you are at school. So don't worry about debt and food, okay?"

"Really?"

"Yeah! Don't worry. What do you want to eat for dinner?"

"Hmm.. barbecue!"
Ran wipe her tears and said it cutely with a bright smile.

"You sure? We just ate barbecue yesterday with Sae Ah right. You want to eat barbecue again?"

"Sure! I love barbecue!"

"Alright-alright. Let's go to eat barbecue later."

"Yeah!"

The two of them joked around for a while before Ran got tired and have her noon nap. While her sister took the afternoon nap, Soo went to the music room to continue working on the songs. The songs that he wrote this time has multiple genres from rock to pop music. Soo also has been learning about music arrangement and knew a bit of it.

Time goes by; soon, the time for dinner came.
Ran woke up and went to the music room to remind her brother. 
Soo was almost done with his works when Ran came inside. He immediately ended his actions and went to have dinner with his sister. It's been a long time since they have dinner together just the two of them. They spent the great precious time together for some time before they finally went home. When Ran went to sleep, Soo went back to his room and opened his laptop.
He was searching for singers to collaborate on the internet. Some caught his attention, but most of them were average singers. Soo decided to give up on searching and ended the day.

...
...
...

On the very next day, Soo woke up early because of habit. Soo woke his sister up and went to prepare breakfast. After they finished eating breakfast, Soo would bring her sister to school. It would be the first time he brought her to school. Soo took the bike, put his sister at the back seat and went to her school. It was still early in the morning. There were not many cars on the road but, there were quite lots of people on the side walking either going to work or home. On the way to his sister school, Soo suddenly heard someone singing. The voice was not bad, comparable to Sae Ah's. Soo went to take a look and saw a woman on the side of the street, performing. She was holding her guitar, seated near the entrance of the subway station as she was covering a famous jazz song from the 90s.

"Oppa, what are you looking at? we should hurry, if not I'm gonna be late."
Ran who sat behind him, suddenly spoke.

"Right! We should hurry."

The school was already nearby, so it only took a few minutes for them to reach the school from the place Soo saw the female singer.

"Alright, see you later. I will pick you up after school at 3."

"What!? It's at 2 pm Oppa! My school finished at 2. Don't forget okay."

"My mistake. See you later."

After dropping Ran at school, Soo went back to the place he saw the singer. This time, he was quite surprised. The singer was covering his song, Moon on the Water. Soo took a good look at her, and he could see four red stars floating above her head which was the same with Sae Ah stars. 

*Status*
Name: Kang Shin Ji
Job: Student
Singing: A
Dancing: D
Acting: F
Entertaining: F

After looking at her status, he finally could deduce the meaning of the colours of the stars means. The colours mean the ability they are best at. For example, Sae Ah and Shin Ji both have their stars in red, so they were best at singing. The stars probably mean the ability level. Both of them has A as their ability level for singing, so the stars should correspond to the best ability level people had, Soo thought.

After the singer finished singing, Soo approached her.

"Hello, you are good at singing."

"Thank you."

"You brought a different expression of the songs. I never thought that someone would sing the song that I created."

"Huh? Did you create the song? Are you Soo?"

"Yeah, let me introduce myself. My name is Kim Soo."

"Soo! Your song is perfect. I heard it multiple time until I could remember the lyrics."

"Really?"

"Yeah! Oh! I haven't introduced myself. My name is Kang Shin Ji, and you can call me Shin Ji."

"Nice to meet you. So, I approached because of a reason, do you have some time?"

"Ah? Do you want to talk to me? Alright, how about at the cafe over there? I worked there."

"Okay, Let's go."

The two of them walked towards the cafe. It was close by, so it only took a few minutes. After arriving, Soo ordered some drinks and brought it to the table where Shin Ji already sat at.

"Here. It's on me."

"Thank you, but you don't have to though."

"So, do you know about my MyTube channel?"

"Yeah, of course. I listen to your song through your channel."

"Good, I wanted you to become a singer on my channel. Currently, I have one singer, but I would like to have another one so that I could make different ranges and types of songs."

"Heh? Me? Singer?"

"Yeah, I can discuss the contract with you now. Are you a student?"

"Yes... I would like to, but I don't have any free time."

"I see, I can give you my number first. If you have time, you can contact me."

"Okay, I have a question, is it alright?"

"It's okay, what is it?"

"What kind of songs will you let me sing if I sign with you?"

"Rock ballad and ballad. Your voice is great for that genre. I got inspired after listening to your rough voice while singing my song it creates a different feeling than the original. It was good."

"I see, I will contact you as soon as possible."

"Alright, then I will leave for now. Bye."

"Bye."

Soo leaves the cafe and returns home to rest before going again later to pick up his sister.

Evan thought he was finally making progress with Rylee. They laughed, joked, she even agreed to go on a date sometime. On all accounts, he should be elated. 

But one wrong word and she withdrew, climbing back into her shell. 

Evan took her to the doctors, she got cleared to have her stitches removed, and when she was free of the chair, she politely asked to go home. 

No board game, no staying longer. Game over.

After dropping her off, Evan drove home, feeling bewildered. He tugged at his brace and wanted to blame something for messing things up. Maybe she only said she would go out to spare his feelings? What if he misread her actions all along? What if she secretly hated his cooking? He sat on the couch, staring at an empty TV screen until Zane arrived.

"Who died?" His friend remarked, dropping into a seat and handing him a bottle of cola.

"Girls are confusing," Evan admitted. 

Zane burst into laughter. "I should have known. What happened?"

"I asked her out, she said okay. We talked, she got depressed and left," Evan summarized. 

Zane leaned back and rolled his eyes. "What did you mention that set her off?" He dug.

"We were talking about careers—"

"And there's your mistake."

Evan was stunned. Zane elaborated, "She works two jobs. She barley makes enough to pay her bills. Her family is all out of state, and she's been on her own since her looser X dumped her. She meets you, and you are absolutely killing it with your artwork. That's a lot for her to handle."

"But she was fine before," Evan groaned, hitting his head against the couch. "So, talking about careers intimidates her?"

"I wouldn't say intimidates, more like, depresses her," Zane decided. "But that's still not a great sign. 

"I think if you're interested in romance, avoid some of the time bombs in the mean time. Don't ask about the X, don't ask about the art, focus on things that make her happy. She likes you enough to go out sometime! Isn't that a win?"

"You weren't here when she left," Evan felt he was too old for this type of heart to heart, but he needed some reassurance. He had a few flings in high school, but nothing super serious. He was not ready for this level of relationship. 

Rylee felt, fragile. Like a bird that would fly away if you moved too soon. He just wanted to get closer without scaring her. Unfortunately, he was already screwing it up.

"Okay, we can do damage control. There is movie coming out she's been dying to see. You know, dogs at home when their owners are away, cute cartoon. We drag Tara and her out, get back to basics. Minimize the chances for you to put your foot in your mouth."

Evan glared, "Thanks."

"You're welcome. You will come to appreciate my direct approach. Oh and you're paying, by the way, since I've seen your PatronPower and I KNOW you have more spare change than I do." 

Evan didn't argue. He pulled out his phone and opened his favorite forum, desperate to relax. As he navigated to the thread with FallenSparrow, he had a new understanding for the romance they were creating. At first he felt a little embarrassed writing something sappy like this, but it felt nice now digging into those intense emotions. Seeing Rylee hurt helped him understand his characters motives. He found it easy to use those emotions to progress their role play.

Zane noticed his attention shifting, and stood up to hunt for food. While Evan typed, he scrutinized the mess left from the hamburgers. At least Evan had the forethought to put the leftovers away... "Don't mind if I do," Zane smirked, and started heating a patty for himself. 

———***———-

When he returned, Zane watched his friend writing in silence. After talking with Anna, he felt confident in his choice to play matchmaker. So why did it now seem so difficult? Honestly, he should have known. In college, Evan was always bad with girls. He laughed easy, used his good looks to charm them, but lacked the EQ to realize they were attracted to him. The breakthrough with his comic hadn't helped. Evan wouldn't say it, but he was cautious with relationships now, as if expecting someone to like him for the wrong reasons. 

Despite the fact that Evan's name was listed in the creator section, few people paid attention to that. It had given Evan freedom to be normal. He would always say that the comic was famous, not him. But each convention threatened to change that. Recently, management companies started contacting him. The emails had their own folder, and Zane would catch him comparing fees and reviews. Drawing a comic was one thing, but planning a future was becoming a different struggle. There were other things to consider like branding and merchandising. 

On the one hand, he needed to plan his career.

On the other, he was just a young adult trying to figure out how to work things out with a girl he liked. 

Zane finished his hamburger, formulating a plan. It would involve being a third wheel on a number of occasions, but really, could they manage without him at this point? Evan could handle the business side of things. 

Romance? That was where he needed a wing man.

Rylee was a college student with her dreams spread out before her. She was engaged to her best friend, pursuing her passion for art, and couldn’t wait for the future. But everything came crashing down when he departed, leaving her heart and her wallet empty. 

Despite the pain of betrayal, she tried not to loose hope. Putting her plans on hold, she was forced to focus on a 9-5 work cycle, secretly wondering about the ambitions she shelved in the process. The occasional artist alley table was not enough to fulfill her longing to do what she loved, and importantly, to find REAL love.

Everything changes as she grows closer to an online friend. Late night role playing adventures turn into long conversations, and his encouragement spurs her to return to forgotten projects. Meanwhile, she meets a famous artist, who makes her want to give love another chance.

Could it be, this love story, would be hers this time?

Authors notes: Bi-weekly updates, original story, thank you for reading!

Gawain could not explain the plans he had in mind and his considerations to others— even if it was to Rebecca and Heidi, who were the most trustworthy people, he was unable to explain his thoughts clearly. Hence, the only thing he could do was to break down his big long-term plans into stages and small details, then slowly put them together.
What was done today could be said to be one of the most fundamental parts, even for the development of this territory.
However, to Rebecca and Heidi, Gawain showed them the most unbelievable side of the commoners and serfs.
They had never seen commoners and serfs work so passionately and finish jobs that they would never have done so well and expertly in the past.
They attributed it to Gawain's promise of, 'meat at night' motivating these people, and it was rightly so.
It was still too early to motivate them by building confidence and pride in their work. A meal with meat was the simplest and most efficient way to motivate passion for labor.
After returning to the central tent, Gawain found some paper and jotted down some things. At the same time, he gave Knight Bryon who had followed him in, some instructions. "Send two people to cook ten servings of meat. Also, make sure that everyone working has enough vegetable soup and black bread. We have enough rations. We can't have anyone falling sick due to cold or hunger in the early stages of developing this territory."
"Are we really going to prepare ten servings of meat?" Bryon asked, slightly shocked.
"Of course. I have to fulfill my promise. Is there a problem?" Gawain replied assuredly.
"I thought you were just going to boil a pot of meat soup," Bryon explained. "You only need to boil a large pot of soup with a few pieces of meat cut into the size of a walnut and vegetables and those people would be grateful."
"Do as I say." Gawain waved his hands. "I will not allow any cutting of corners on the promises that I have made. Oh yes, ask the cooks to set up the pot at the most conspicuous location in the camp, I want everyone to see the cooking of the meat. At the same time, make sure there are soldiers maintaining order by the sides to prevent people from fighting and snatching."
Knight Bryon bowed with a slightly weird expression before he received the order and left.
Gawain felt that there was someone looking at him from the side and he turned his head to find Amber looking at him with unblinking eyes.
"What are you looking at?" He moved his neck uncomfortably. "Is there something on my face?"
"I was trying to see if you were possessed by something that would affect your mind while you were in the vault, but it does not seem like it," Amber said with a serious face. "I have never heard of nobles who would reduce their wealth on their own accord…"
Gawain was slightly amused. "Do you think that I am reducing my wealth with those actions?"
"Isn't it?" Amber shrugged her shoulders. "By freeing serfs, it means that they only need to give you a portion of the food that they grow in the future. You also need to pay them with money from your own pocket… would a noble do that?"
"If I ordered you to paint the wall, how much would you be able to do in a day if I didn't give you money."
Amber pondered over it. "I would steal some coins from you and hire a person who does odd jobs to do the job for me and use the remaining money to buy liquor!"
"… Why am I even bothering to reason with an ultimate scumbag like you?" Said Gawain.
"How am I an ultimate scumbag?!" Amber replied.
Just then, Heidi walked into the tent, interrupting Amber's outburst. She was still in disbelief and said, "Ancestor, this is absolutely unbelievable. They have never worked so hard before – especially those serfs, there isn't even a need for a supervisor to make sure they get the work done…"
"That's because they were only working for their lords previously. Now, their work is closely linked to the food that they receive," Gawain said without feeling surprised. "This is just the first step and you can see that compared to the extra food and money we have to give out, we are receiving so much more."
"I once considered motivating them to work as well, just not to this extent." Heidi shook her head. "I dare not to envision how the future of the territory would be like if this system is continued."
Gawain smiled. "It will definitely progress in the right direction; you only need to trust me. Besides, what I have done today is just the first step. Come over and look at these…"
He had been writing and drawing on a few pieces of paper since just now. Amber had taken a few glances at them previously before finding them boring and quickly lost interest. Now that Heidi heard Gawain's instruction, she immediately walked over dutifully. "What's… this?"
The paper was filled with sentences which she could not understand. They looked more like a bunch of nonsensical terms, for example: work teams, competition and contract jobs, assessment methods and efficiency statistics. There were also mid-term plans written on other pieces of paper, with words like general education, magical power affinity tests, bringing in of human talents which were even harder to understand.
"These are ideas I came up with during this period of time, but I never had the chance to implement them before this. Now that the development of the territory has started, these things should be on the agenda." Gawain pointed to the piece of paper at the top. "Some of these things are probably hard to understand for many of the commoners and serfs so I want to tell you first. After which you can tell Knight Bryon and the people in charge before sharing it to everyone repeatedly. Oh, where is Rebecca?"
"She… is helping to burn the weeds and shrubs at the southern side of the river," Heidi said. "This is also one of the ways in which she does magical training usually."
Gawain quirked up the corners of his mouth. "Ask her to come as well, the big fireball training can be done at any time."
Rebecca was called in quickly. This lady viscount's face was all black and she was covered with a smoky smell. Rather than magic training, she seemed more like she had just climbed out from the kitchen- it was no wonder she only knew the big fireball trick until now.
"I want to talk to you two about the upcoming work shifts in camp." Gawain laid out his plans and explained carefully. "Firstly, the work teams – I want the workers to be grouped into teams of five to ten. Work details and rest shifts would be done in teams…"
"All of the teams will report to a supervisor before they start and after work. The supervisors will then collate the performance of the teams. Also, every team will have a team leader who will be in charge of assigning jobs within the team…"
"The team leader will be chosen by the team. Tell them that the team leader is not fixed. If a team leader is affecting their work efficiency, lying or hiding things from the supervisors and lords in any way, they will be replaced immediately."
"I will elaborate on how teams will be assessed based on their work efficiency, team rewards and punishments and how the meritocratic and competition systems work later…"
"As for the points system that I mentioned, considering how most people are illiterate and cannot count, Heidi, you will be noting down the work completion of the different teams for now. We can discuss the specific contribution points at a later time…"
"Next, we still have to discuss how to record the taking and returning of the tools by the various teams."
Gawain said so much in one breath that not only Rebecca, even Heidi was feeling dizzy. The latter looked blankly at Gawain who was talking and writing at the same time. The papers which only had a title previously were quickly filled with messy scribbles. "Ancestor, by making a simple job so complicated, wouldn't the efficiency… be lowered?" Heidi could not help but ask as she was confused by his decision.
"These measures may seem complicated, but in the end it's just the commoners and serfs. They only need to work fast and well to benefit from it. Once they reap the rewards, they will naturally follow the measures conscientiously, and once they do that, you will experience a much more alarming efficiency than the tent pitching today. Of course, it may be a little difficult when we first push out the measures. That is why you need to keep publicizing and explaining the measures. Other than that we have to enforce and spread these measures forcefully. There is no need to explain—just tell them, this is a new law in Cecil territories."
At this time, Gawain could not help but be slightly thankful for how backward these times were instead. With unadvanced ideologies, it did not matter whether they were free citizens or serfs; they felt that it was natural to follow commands. To them, whatever the lord said had to be right and there was no room for resistance from the 'lower class'. In such situations, many of his ideas could be implemented without further explanations…
However, that was not what Gawain wanted. His motive was to change this situation, such that every member of the 'lower class' in Cecil territory was not a lower class anymore, but a living, breathing human.
He needed people, many people.
Because what he wanted to do was impossible to be done with the might of just one person.
Hence, he wanted Heidi to publicize the measures repeatedly while they were spreading and enforcing them. It did not matter whether the commoners understood them right now because they would eventually understand one day.
Heidi was not stupid, she had enough intelligence, and her understanding had already exceeded that of the current nobles by a great margin. Therefore, after Gawain's explanation and giving it some thought, she could somewhat understand the meaning behind his actions and thus agreed.
"What about me?" Seeing how Aunt Heidi had a task, Rebecca could not contain her excitement and asked excitedly. "What am I here for?"
This lady viscount, who was the lady feudal lord of the Cecil territories previously, was already completely at ease with being Gawain's assistant by this time.
"Bring some people tomorrow to check the soil quality. Confirm the difficulty of opening up new land and how much land we can open up in the early stages of development. Don't go too far."
As he talked, Gawain drew a rough map on a piece of white paper quickly. The map had the river at the center of a big piece of land, with a few markers indicating the distance between various locations. Even though they were just contour lines that could not even be considered as sketches, it was enough to cause Rebecca to go into a daze.
"Just follow this boundary- ignore those areas outside the boundary for now."
Rebecca received the "map" with a blurry expression. "Oh… oh…"
Amber, who was beside Gawain, looked at him as though he was a monster. "You… Was everyone in the age of the Second Settlement a monster?"
After thinking for a while and figuring that it was unlikely for the other old guys from 700 years ago to jump out from their graves and correct him, he decided to be nonsensical and said, "Yeah, being able to draw the map of half a kingdom while closing our eyes was the standard for us back then."
"…"


During Gawain transmigration, a little problem occurs.
After hovering in the sky above the land of a strange world for over hundreds of thousands of years, he realizes that perhaps his transmigration is completed by acquiring a physical body.
Never did he imagine that he would have to guide the body out of a coffin after going through great difficulties to obtain it, only to come face-to-face with his two extremely shocked great-great-great-great... great-granddaughters, and also—
Be thrust into a world that's the verge of its era’s end.

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