A brain storming session were my readers can comment on my ideas with their own suggestions

Hello everyone my name is Rosalynn Doherty I'm currently 17 years old and from Massachusetts in the USA I love writing typing reading I'm quite a bookworm actually I also love singing dancing acting I'm into the performing arts tho don't ask me to play an instrument lol. I currently have a cat named KitKat who...I think thinks she's a dog not quite sure but she often sits by me while I work i often like to hear opinions and suggestions from people which is why I have chosen not to continue until I get the opinion of the people what do you all enjoy? I'm currently into Vampire and Werewolf romance i just can't help but wish the dreamy guys in those stories were real. Sorry got a bit off topic lol. I am Bisexual and currently taken by my girlfriend who supports my ideas and tries her best to help me. I need to listen to music in order to work usually I'm writing romance stories so I listen to the type of songs that have love in the meaning with the lyrics and tune and it helps me come up with new ideas. Tho I must say it doesn't always protect you from writers block which i have dealt with a few times while typing out my thoughts and creative story ideas. I hope you all can help me get this novel started and will enjoy it I cannot say it will be perfect but I say I will absolutely try my hardest to please all of you thank you for giving me your time.

I am sitting the game system, in discord...  I just need suggestions cuz my brain is closed... PLZ HELP!  
I finished writing the basics of the EXP system, and now stuck in the elemental system (almost done, but need some creative ideas!) 

After I finish writing the new game system, I will proceed with the re-write... so the more you help me, the faster I can start writing!  (Discord Link both in comments and in writer's note!)

Voidne is the unluckiest person in the world.  Just like his mother, he needs to work 5 times harder than normal people, just to achieve the same thing.

But one day the unlucky Voidne crossed through a wormhole by a mistake, that sent him into a parallel universe to occupy the body of the Voidne from that universe.

The new parallel universe was more advanced, and a new game was about to get released.  It was a VRMMORPG, that is going to be super popular.  Even companies were going to fight over occupying this game.

Voidne who was the unluckiset person in the world, is now the luckiest person in the world...  

See how Voidne's life will change!

Pieces of crumpled up paper littered the floor. A small apartment measuring less than 400 sq feet, the only place he could call home. Sitting at his desk Alvin scrapped yet another idea from the thick notebook that he had grown used to writing in.
He couldn't understand why it was so hard to come up with just one good idea, maybe he just wasn't cut out for this industry. The thought was a bit humbling as he heaved out a big sigh.
He didn't know what had gotten into him or why he had decided to become a writer. Growing up reading and diving deep into novels had become a bit of a habit one that had stuck with him since even after he graduated. The only people who knew what he did for a living could be counted on one hand.
In fact no one knew that he wanted to become a writer not until that day he somehow submitted a short story for a competition and it got listed. Though he didn't get first place the memory of him taking the stage to take a photograph still replayed vividly in his mind.
He had won a special prize for most creative interpretation. The competition was one where writers had to create a fictional piece of work based on a theme. Staring at his front he could still see the plastic award he received that year, more than two years ago.
Since graduating he had slowly joined the workforce just like everybody else. While his job was nothing glamorous it still could be said to be a good job. Working as a clerk in a large department store his salary was stable and the hours were fixed just what he needed for his first job. It was the reason he was able to move out of his house that he shared with his brother and parents.
Everyone was happy especially his brother who was more than eager for him to move out quicker so he could change his room. Looking at the clock Alvin stared as the hands on its face which showed it was almost eight at night. His stomach made a funny noise reminding him that he hadn't eaten yet. He'd been too caught up trying to write down the ideas in his head after work that he had already forgotten.
Turning around he threw his clothes off his body as he bodly walked away naked to the bathroom. There was no one at home and really this was the only reason a guy would want to move out. Sometimes they just liked the freedom of being in the wild just like their ancestors in the past that had survived the cold and the heat hunting wearing only a slip of cloth.
The sound of water soon sounded in the background as Alvin opened the shower. The small bathroom did not have room for a bath, not that he needed one. Running the hot water over his body his mind continued to replay the scene in his mind, the one he had been writing about.
What was more exciting than the sound of wolves rustling in woods as they chased a person on their last breath. Writing that part had been fun, only halfway he had already lost the direction he had been planning to put onto paper. Did he want the character to die or just luckily escape?
A disgruntled mumbling emitted from the small bathroom among the steam that rose into the air. It was not long after that that Alvin came out with a towel draped over his body before putting the kettle to boil in the open kitchen of his apartment.
Nothing could beat the taste of a packet of noodles on an empty stomach at least not the way he made it. Some chopped spring onions and two poached eggs was everything he needed to finish the simple but tasty meal.
Finishing putting his clothes on, the slumped figure of a young man sitting in front of a table could be seen. The constant sounds of slurping making anyone listening hungry, especially the sight of the yellow liquid that spread over the clean broth noodles mixed with the pungent smell of spring onions. Absolutely delicious!
Finishing his meal Alvin walked back to the lonely desk where he would spend most of his time 'working'. As an aspiring writer he knew that practise was the only way he could survive the cruel road to the top. Hours passed as a slumped body finally fell asleep on the table, water quietly pooling out of his mouth as his saliva created a small water bed.
Unfortunately that night was the last night that Alvin would ever spend on Earth. Outside the room the sky continued to rain bringing a downpour that lasted more than a few hours. Unusual but nothing that drew more than a brief mention on the news. However it was not an ordinary night, all over the world many strange things happened including hail in the desert.
Overnight thousands and thousands of people continued their lives only to realise too late that they would never wake up again. Nobody knew the reason for it and scientists after who studied the phenomenon could only conclude that only a small portion of the human population had been affected their state no different than a person in a coma. However this was far from the truth, sometimes could not be explained through science after all.
A blinding light seemed to approach him as Alvin struggled to open his eyes, his head still stuck in the clouds as he wondered if he had forgotten to turn off the lights again in his room. Still a dawning realisation soon displaced this thought as he found himself facing a thing he could never have expected.
A long tentacle of light that was see through reached out to wrap his body as it slowly brought him closer and closer to the middle of the room where a strange thing was happening. Glancing around him he could see he was not the only person in the room in fact hundreds if not thousands of tenctacles like the one that wrapped around him struggled with bodies like him. 
It was only now that he could hear the muffled voices of those around him as they tried to escape the same scene. His mind remained blank and only one thought kept replaying inside, he had to escape!
Activated by fear his mind seemed to turn quicker than normal as he tried to figure out a way out of his current situation. That was also the moment he remembered that he had one way left, his hands moved quickly to try and reach his pocket as he struggled to take out a pen he always carried with him. 
A desparate glow appeared in Alvin's eyes as he stabbed down at the tentacle that was wrapped around his body. The consequence of his action seemed to have little effect, nothing more than a pebble thrown into the sea. 
For the first time in his life Alvin had an abnormal thought, he didn't want to end up as food for the monster that was dragging him closer and closer to the center of the room.
His eyes stared at the pen in his hands that had gone through the tentacle of light without any result. The struggle of wanting to live and dying a strange death played in his mind. Without turning back, he decisively stabbed the pen towards his neck.

By some miraculous twist of fate a failed writer finds himself in a world he never expected to exist. However he has a system? And he is in a baby's body!? 

What is exactly going on?

Greetings everyone!

I've been busy editing some stuffs from the previous chaps. Not to worry, I did not change anything, just 'clean' some errors and patch some plotholes. Especially the errors my allegedly alive Keyboard did.

So... for the new readers, I welcome ya'll, for the old readers, Thank you thank you thank you~ I really feel grateful that ya'll keep on supporting me. Shoutout to Cerment_the_frog, hopefallsnow01, Jagermeister, LoudHermit and ChiseHatori and those who kept on reading my story since square one.

And by the way, You should skim the first 20 chaps for additional snippets that I added :3. I wasn't planning to add them at the first place since I'm not yet sure about the system and plots and everything I wanted to integrate into this story.


So to be honest, I didn't expected this sudden recognition, I was just casually writing stories then sharing them to the world through Webnovel. And now, I'm starting to get comments and reviews, which greatly pleases me! Please give me more of those, thank you so much.


So yeah, I had the plan to drop this novel before, during those quarantine stuffs and online class wackamoles, and yet, I'm still here, writing Vol. 2. So thank you ya'll for the support.

Anyways, since Webnovel doesn't have an open forum feature in the app which I greatly wish they are planning to add, I'll be opening this chap for any questions ya'll have in your mind, tips for my story and your ideas - Especially names, I lack the creative brain to think of names.

Oh right! Give me more of those honest reviews! I love those! They're helping me improve the quality of the novel. So feel free to leave some reviews for this novel. Shoutout to Jaxer30 and Nith_Haiah.

All in all, thank you for following the development of Defend the Queen.

How to defeat a horde of monsters?

Create an army!

How to do that?

BECOME A QUEEN!!

Set your colony, raise your army, attack monsters, eat their flesh, then evolve!

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Iziul was the youngest and the only female General of the Army of Earth year 2075 who attained the respectable rank of Five-Star.

Sadly, her high prestige was ended after being sent to her death trap by.

Waking up again, she was brought to another world quite different yet similar to Earth.

Trees were towering here as animals and insects that were seen small at earth became gigantic titans that wrecked havoc.

"Is that mothra?!?! godzilla?!?! wait! Why are they so big but... normal. Normal???

Holy Sh*t. They are not big! 

I'm just small!"

Join Iziul, as she transmigrated into a
Queen Bit and thread the path of evolution while building her army of children to conquer the world!

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Hope you guys enjoy it!

I'm so sorry to inform the very few that read my novel that I will have to be a jerk and pause my little novel.
 I started this for fun thinking maybe i could come up with some ideas but i still haven't. 
I'm not a creative person and it was my own fault for thinking I could be to begin with. 
If i do start it again I'll actually begin to update, because i do intend to start and continue and finish this but before that i need to get some ideas in my head. 
But at the moment Im too busy with everything going on in my life, not like there's anything big but you get what i mean.
 So, I'm sorry and hope to see all of you again in the near or distant future, I apologize for doing this but later.

The only daughter of a wealth CEO fell in love on site with a man she met in a bar, they got together. She see's him as a kind and gentle but, she realizes his true nature and love of material things too late.

I'm Halle. I'm a 14 year old 8th grader. I like to read romance, comedy, thriller, and nerdy novels. I absolutely love tea, especially Arizona Sweet Tea. I can eat peanut butter with anything and I like skateboarding. I live in a small town in the countryside. It's constantly raining, with occasional rain in the summertime. I have a large family that consists of 34 cousins on my dad's side of the family with three aunts and two uncles. My dad's mother has married seven times. She has been widowed and divorced. My grandfather was divorced by her because he was an alcoholic. She raised my father and his siblings with little money, in a small home. On my mother's side I have eight great aunts and uncles. My mother is an only child, my grandparents had divorced when she was still a minor. I have an older brother and my parents are still happily married. I have many pets consisting of chickens, horses, donkeys, guinea pigs, dogs, cats, and goats. My family used to have a male cow but he was sold. Growing up my mother was often told that her dearest daughter had angelic features. I'm told that I was very well behaved besides me being the pickiest eater the world has ever seen with an OCD towards everything. During this year I have been told that I have an angelic smile and I have been reminded many times of how I have very small ears and long fingers. I've been told that it is impossible for anyone to hate me, since I am, and I quote "the nicest person on Earth." Just like any stereotypical girl, I like Starbucks, but I believe that besides this, I am not stereotypical. I can hardly say I wear makeup since the only thing I ever put on my face is mascara and lotion. I'm a pretty natural person, meaning I'm not planning to ever have plastic surgery and I rarely use facial masks. I don't wash my face with any special skin care treatment soaps or whatever girls use. I simply just wash my face with plain soap. I've been told by many people I have beautiful hair. People can even tell who I am without looking at my face since my hair is so 'unique'. I have curly hair that most girls would LOVE to have. You know how when you curl your hair it makes those perfect curls that look like the swirly slide on a playground, well that's what I have. My hair used to be bleach blonde. As I got older my hair darkened turning to light blonde, then dirty blonde, extremely dirty blonde, and now light brown. My hair was slow in growth since I can remember having hair. In 5th grade my hair went down to my hips. That's when I decided to cut six inches off in length. My hair has grown back, not as long as before but still pretty long. I never blow dry, straighten, or curl my hair, since I like to keep it 'natural'. I simply wash it with shampoo and conditioner then brush it normally after it air dries. Unlike the other teenagers of my age, I'm not the biggest fan of junk food. I used to ONLY eat junk food when I was younger, and my mom was just thankful that I ate any food at all since I was underweight and a picky eater. Eating junk food leaves a bad aftertaste in my mouth. I occasionally have ramen, chocolate, and ice cream, but other than that I'm a pretty healthy eater. I participate in the sports of basketball, volleyball, soccer, and gymnastics. I'm a very quiet person and I tend to only speak when spoken to. I usually never initiate a conversation. I'm a straight A student in advanced Language Arts and Math classes and I have been recommended to be put in an advanced Chemistry class. I'm a massive animal lover, to the point where in my science class when we were observing deceased creatures in beakers, I noticed a deceased mouse and sparrow, leading to me hiding my tears for the majority of the period. When people have crushes on me they are usually normal but this year I've had either perverted or weird people with crushes on me. These same people have liked me for the past three years (since 6th grade). I have no interest AT ALL in being in a romantic relationship, yet I still wish that instead of perverted weirdos liking me that actual NORMAL people would seek my attention. You could say that I am a country girl since I do, in fact, own and use a lasso, cowgirl hat, cowgirl boots, and I ride horseback. In 6th grade I used to be obsessed with the thought of me being a country girl, and I would wear plaid flannels with bootcut jeans and my cowgirl boots. Everyday I wear the same sweatshirt and jeans, with the same black converse that I wear everyday. I will occasionally wear ripped jeans with a t-shirt and possibly gray vans. My best friend's mother had told her to stop dressing like a hoe, and I quote "should dress more like Adriana." Besides me having nice hair and nice facial features, my pleasant smelling self has added to my "perfect" image. I have been told countless times that I smell good, like pumpkin spice, and another best friend of mine's brother told me that I "smell good, like girl." I've also been told that I have a great personality and that I'm "weird" but a good weird "like a weird that makes people laugh and smile." I have so many things to brag about, like how when my family went to Alaska, my mother, grandmother, and I were leaving a gift shop and the woman at the front counter told my grandmother that "that girl has beautiful hair" which led to my granny proudly telling the woman "that's my granddaughter." Another perfect thing about me is that I like to play the piano and write poems. Some of the poems I have written consist of "My Thanksgiving Feast: 
Oh what a special day
When we feed the beasts
In our stomachs they lay
Oh what a special day
When we eat then sleep then chat away
In mountains, and fields my soul may lay
So that thy Lord shall take me away
To a place where colors have no gray
In the Fall with leaves and rain
Pumpkin pie and fields of hay
When Winter comes it's fields of snow
With presents and holly
Candy canes, cookies, and jolly
Then spring comes with yards to mow
Rain will fall and flowers will grow
Lilies and roses for Valentine's cheer
Spring will end and summer will join
With hot days at the lake and cousins who jeer
And celebrate the 4th of July and American tears
Then back to fall with spooks and scares
And after that we come back to this day
With turkey and thanks and a feast celebrate
Then again with a process, a cycle all year
And come back to this day once again next year.

Another poem I've written is:
The stars in your eyes could make even the sun fall for you
A kiss from your lips would light my heart on fire
Your smile is as warm as roasted chestnuts by the fire
Your the sun in my orbit,
I revolve around you
You have a special place in my solar system and I've fallen for you
So in other words I Love You.

Another:
I heard it's your birthday and I'm not one to be rude
So I wrote this poem and it's all about you
You have pretty blue eyes, brown hair, and white teeth
Your eyebrows are thick and your charisma is sweet
You're cool and you're kind and I can't find a rhyme
So happy birthday ___.

I shall continue to brag with a note that some family friends had written for me:
There are so so many "Reese"ons why people love to be with you. Your smile lights up a room.
Your laughter is like sunshine. Your sweet nature and kind example reminds others to show kindness. Your fun, light hearted attitude is contagious. We love you! Xoxo

Even though I have all these "perfect" traits people still judge me on stupid things like how I write in cursive, "Why are you writing in cursive?" like it's a bad thing that I'm writing in cursive and I shouldn't do it because it's "weird." I also get other stupid comments about my handwriting like "You write your d's and g's weird." because when I write in print I use cursive y's and g's and my d's have always been like that. And people constantly reminding me of how I'm "too innocent and pure" really irritates me, and since I'm passive aggressive I won't tell people to back off and stop pointing out stupid little details about me. I never point out little details about them in prissy little tones so why do it to me. I used to be naive and make friends with everyone and talk to everyone, I never once thought "he's so weird" or "ugh he really irritates me" but these sly little comments people are trying to pass as "innocent opinions" are taking my kindhearted personality for granted. Why are you just now pointing these things out and why do you care? It's just how I am so stop judging me.

Instead of writing a novel I decided to talk about myself. Thinking about what to write gives me writer's block. And everything I think of is way too similar to other people's writing ideas. "Tomboy meets bad boy" "Gangsters little mistress" "New to town". Nothing is original enough in my head. I can't make a comic because I'm bad at drawing and I don't like drawing. I only like writing poetry and ever since the 4th grade I've really enjoyed writing short stories but this is a challenge. I have to write a 10 thousand to 20 thousand word novel and submit it within 10 days. I don't HAVE to write it, but I want the prize of 800 coins so I can read more of the novels I enjoy. Because if it's one thing I know, it's that I love to read. The stories that people create on webnovel are so creative and it just shows how talented these people are. These people have absolutely FANTASTIC ideas and I wish I at least had an OUNCE of their creativity. I know that when submitting an original novel I will only have the slightest chance of getting the prize of 800 coins. In this massive vast ocean of creativity I have a 1/1,000,000 chance of being noticed. And with that being said I still have hope that I'll be noticed by at least someone. The beginning of my speech massively talks about my perfection and is SO boring that even I would have no enjoyment in reading this. But at least one person on this earth is capable of liking this. And they would be an absolute maniac to do so. I mean like they must have some MASSIVE mental issues. But I actually enjoyed writing this, it brought out my frustrated and tired emotions I've been pushing down for the sake of people's feelings. I HATE hurting people's feelings. While writing I've also been listening to classic rock from the '60s, '70s, and '80s. I've also been drinking iced chai tea with Minecraft music playing in the background. Fun fact about me, I like video games. This could be a flaw in some eyes, but it could also be a good thing in others. I have a PS3, yes I know the "XbOx Is BeTtEr" but this is what I'm stuck with. I'm actually a tomboy and like playing Call of Duty Black OPS II and Minecraft, and since my old Xbox is at my grandma's house, when I visit her I play Tony Hawk skater games. In 5th grade I was at my greatest height of tomboyness. I wore basketball shorts and baggy t-shirts every day with my blue high top converse. And since most of the time it's cold where I live, I would wear athletic leggings under my shorts, and in 6th grade boys started to wear leggings under their shorts too. Everyday I would put my hair up into a ponytail and I'd always call people "bro" and "dude" and I even wore boxer briefs and stole my brother's clothes. The reason why I became a tomboy was because I looked up to my brother A LOT. I wanted to be just like him, even though I'm a girl. I didn't want to change my gender or be called a "guy", but I did want people to notice me as a tomboy. In 6th grade I was less of a tomboy and went to my country girl stage, mixing with the tomboy stage. In 7th grade I became somewhat "normal" and would wear ripped jeans and sweatshirts just like the other girls. I even started wearing mascara. That same year I started to develop a "thing" for redheads, and to this day I'm still into redheads. I mean their hair is so unique and their eyelashes aren't BROWN OR BLACK AND IT"S AMAZING. Which brings me to my "crush" list. In 7th grade I decided to write down all of my crushes and say what I liked about them. All of them were athletic and cute so you could tell my "type."
1st: "I have a crush on P. He's tall, thin, cute, handsome, and I THINK he's nice and funny, plus he's a football player. In a game of capture the flag P got tagged by the other team, so I ran over to tag him back into the game, but I ran into S and got tagged. Someone (I can't remember who) tagged me back in and I tagged P in right away. Out of all my three crushes (note: why the freak did I have three crushes at once, what was wrong with me???) he's second best. P is also dating my friend J though… so that's weird/awkward. She doesn't know though.
2nd: "T is someone I a tiny bit like. He's nice, funny?, sweet and if he was fit (no offence) (note: DANG I was judgmental, one again, what was wrong with me???) he'd be cute, plus he's a football player. I sit next to T in honors ELA and was partnered with him in Technology in the 6th grade. He once for a little while said and told people that I told him to "go drink bleach and die in a hole," (note: what the freak, why is everything in this book weird) which I never actually told him to do, or even thought of it. I think he was imagining things or mistaken me for someone else who told him that. I think he's gotten over that now. He likes to spread the rumor that he has a crush on me, but I know that he will never actually like me. T does wrestling too, but I now only like him as a 'friend'." (Note: he's actually one of my best friends now and he's pretty darn awesome.)
3rd: "E is my ultimate crush. He's nice, sweet, funny, handsome, cute , has dimples, and thinks I'm pretty (note: oh my gosh this entire page is filled with things about him). He's a freshman and I'm only a 7th grader, but I just can't help but like him, like A LOT. Sometimes I have dreams with him in them and I also daydream about him all the time. He kept looking at me in Silverwood (note: that's because you kept staring at him without knowing it you naive girl), but I think that's just because of my indents (note: my indents are the scars I have from when I got molluscum contagiosum, a sickness you get from other little kids). He's good friends with G. E goes to a preparatory school or private school (either one I can't remember)(note:he doesn't; he just goes to a different school than me). He's amazing. When I was in line to go on Aftershock for the first time I was scared and worried but he helped me feel better. The second time I went on Aftershock (on the same day) K went on with me and G wouldn't give up him and E's inner seats but E did. He's so incredible! 
4th: "C has been my friend since we were little kids (I think preschool). He's funny and nice. I think our friendship is one sided. He's one of my best GUY friends. But I think I'm just some annoying girl to him (note: SIGGGHHHH). I like to tease him and do things like punch him in the shoulder (note: no wonder he thinks I'm annoying, gosh). I don't punch him anymore though because I know he doesn't like it (note: DUH). C is a football player and plays video games (which is a plus). His mom likes me. She even asked me to punch him on time.
5th: "H is SO, SO, SO cute. He's not as cute as E but, you know. H is tall and fit (note: no he's not he's chubby). He always wears these camouflage sweatpants. He's SO cool. He has the BEST fake British accent  EVER. Every time he does the accent I fall even more for him. Every time I look at the clock I see from the corner of my eye him making a funny face to me (note: that's because he liked me and so did some other kid in our class). He's nice to me. In gym class whenever I fail to do something he tells me it's alright and, in my mind, supports me. I really like him. But not as much as I like E.

As you can see I was boy crazy.

Eva and Topaz worked like this for months, only talking about character designs and how to proceed with the launch date the site requested. They didn't exactly see eye to eye on a lot of things and butted heads frequently. 
That was the problem when two creative people worked together. Different minds had different ideas and expectations. Getting those things to mesh together into a single product could be tricky. 
Topaz became less hostile once Eva approved her background designs without a single complaint. Sometimes they even got sidetracked talking about things not directly pertaining to the comic. 
One day they got into a debate about the best kind of male lead. The one in her novel was a cold and gloomy person around everyone but the female lead. She had always found that sort of thing romantic but Topaz disagreed. 
Eva ended up teasing her about having a crush because of her vehemence about which kind of man was best. The last thing she expected was to hear that she had gotten married to someone she didn't even know. 
Topaz didn't give many details about the situation, which drove her crazy. Hello! She was living out an actual romance comic here! Her single-since-birth soul needed details!
Her curiosity about the kind of person the artist was skyrocketed after that. Who on earth would propose to an entire bar full of strangers? She was a bit worried about her too. What if her husband was a total wacko? 
But as the weeks passed and Topaz continued working on the comic like usual her worry lessened. After that conversation Eva felt like they had taken a step closer to becoming friends so she started messaging her more often simply to chat. 
Most of the time she got ignored but eventually Topaz responded by sending a picture of a mani/pedi and saying it was because her husband gave her $100 and told her to get her nails done. That sounded an awful lot like sugar baby territory and she couldn't stop herself from saying so. 
Topaz said that wasn't possible because they hadn't even kissed, sparking another discussion about her strange relationship with the man she called Citrine. Based on everything her online friend said, the man was obviously deeply in love with her and didn't want to scare her off. 
But she refused to believe it, saying she was simply a substitute for his first love. Eva didn't buy that at all. Men didn't act that way. 
She had never had a steady boyfriend but she had been on an awful lot of terrible dates. Every guy she had ever encountered wanted something from her that she wasn't willing to give without emotional commitment. 
Citrine demanded neither physical affection nor emotional commitment. He was willing to provide for Topaz without demanding anything in return but her presence. That went against everything she knew about the male species. 
This guy had to be deeply in love with her but she refused to believe it. Eva shook her head at the woman's density but there was nothing she could do. Topaz didn't reply to any more of her messages until she got back from her vacation with her husband. 
It was obvious she would have fallen for the guy eventually with how much spoiling was going on so hearing Topaz had a crush on her husband wasn't surprising. Citrine still seemed more like a mythical unicorn than a man but Eva was happy for her friend. 
Happy and jealous. Why did all the good things happen to other women? When was she going to get the chance to properly be in love? 
Maybe she would be stuck alone with her fictional characters and celebrity crushes forever. She could always do what Topaz did and propose to a bar full of strangers in Las Vegas too but chances are she would probably end up murdered in a back alley somewhere. 
It was a miracle that she hadn't ended up with a psycho. Totally romance comic plot armor. Topaz must have been born under a lucky star. 
Eva managed to mostly put the artist's romance out of mind as she continued the mindless drudgery of her daily life and started a new novel. Until some of the writing site's staff reached out to her about participating in a convention in Florida. 
She lived in Georgia, less than eight hours away by car. They would pay her for her time and provide all of the accommodations. That was an offer she couldn't refuse—she had vacation time saved up and wanted to go to Disney World and Universal Studios while she was down there. 
The problem was that they wanted Topaz as well and getting her to cooperate wouldn't be easy. She had no idea where the woman lived other than that it was somewhere in the Mountain Time Zone. 
It would be so much fun if they could actually meet up and spend time together but she still hadn't figured out how to ask when Topaz dropped the bomb that Citrine was actually her first love. Eva honestly didn't know how to respond. 
That conversation was short and unfulfilling. She had the impression her online friend was hiding all of the details that actually mattered. That only made her want to meet the woman in person even more. 
Getting the truth out of her might be easier face to face. She kept her responses limited and didn't push for further information because that usually annoyed Topaz and made her stop replying. 
It was surprising that she agreed to come to the convention but Eva was thrilled. She couldn't wait to meet this mysterious artist and find out more about the crazy life she lived! 
Unfortunately, the convention was still over a month away. And Topaz wouldn't exactly have time to talk with all the line art she had to complete on short notice now. How annoying. 
She sighed, wishing she had a clingy significant other who wanted cuddles while they were sick. That honestly sounded so cute. What she wouldn't give to have someone who loved her that much. 
To distract herself from her depressing singleness she pulled out John Abramson's book on the Bay Area Blade. Eva had gotten her bachelor's degree in psychology hoping to go on to become a criminologist but grad school had seemed too daunting at the time so she ended up working in the call center instead. 
She made a decent living from her novels but knew she would never have time for them if she went back to school now. Maybe someday she would have the time to change careers but in the meantime reading about criminal psychology would have to suffice.

“I’ll marry anyone who will take me!” Hazel declared loudly. “I don’t need love!”

“Get down!” Will hissed. “You don’t know what kind of people are lurking around in here! Talking like that might get you killed!”

==

Hazel Dixon thought she was putting her troubled past behind her. But when the person she thought she trusted most betrays her, she loses her head and proposes to an entire bar full of strangers. 

Enter Will Sheffield, a charming stranger who decides to take her up on her offer to save her from herself. 

He spoils her rotten without expecting anything in return and Hazel's confusion only grows. She doesn't know why he is acting this way. Or why he reminds her so much of the 'dangerous' childhood friend she thought was gone forever...

Hey guys, it's me, Legend_Chan😎. I'm just gonna put it out there that I'm writing for fun🥳... That means that there may not be stable updates (most likely not). Therefore, if you don't like that, you should probably just leave😢... until the day, I have a stable update schedule (again, most likely not).
If I don't have a stable update, I won't go premium. That means free chapters, yay🥳!
Also, I can guarantee that I have almost perfect grammar👍. However, this means that writing takes a longer time for me... I am also not as creative as I would like to be😔...
But! I will also ask for your opinions on some matter, so you'll have a part in this story too... 🙌Shoutout to the Venerable Senior!
🙌Shoutout to FanHarem! (Check out his novel 'Goddess Collector: Every Hole is a Goal'. It is very inappropriate yet inspirational!)
🙌Shoutout to I_love_Rem! (Check out his 'Shield Hero's Slow Harem Life'. It's unique and helps keep me from going insane!)
🙌Shoutout to Fregend! (Check out his YouTube channel! His parodies are hilarious and actually sound better than the original! He also makes songs that are just low-key fire🔥!)
🙌Shoutout to Akikan40! (Check out his 'Start By Becoming a Mangaka!' I was also inspired by his novel if you guys couldn't tell by the intro. Give him some support too!) 
Enjoy!😉
-Legend_Chan

Beneath the calmness of Chongqing City, madness was slowly brewing. Yang Lei, the eldest son of the Yang Clan Lord, had been poisoned with the nastiest poison ever- the Mind Eater Poison. With war threatening to break out between the Yang Clan and the other ruling clans of the city, Yang Lei, who fell into a coma, received the System of Order and Chaos. On that fateful day, the Ruler of Order and Chaos was born, along with his future accomplice, the Venerable Senior! Traversing through worlds, picking up girls, there is nothing the Ruler of Order and Chaos can’t do! --------------------------------------- P.S. Cover Does Not Belong To Me; contact me if you own it and want me to take it down and I will do so ASAP...

NOTE: THIS STORY HAPPENED IN REAL LIFE! HOWEVER, THE NAMES WERE CHANGED FOR PROTECTION •~•

FEMALE LEAD
Yui Un, a not-so-good looking, unathletic but smartass girl from a middle class family.  She has been always one of the brightest students in her room and has always been rewarded. Has 3 rascal brothers who like to make fun of her π^π
MALE LEAD
Warui Rain, a smart, athletic, good-looking boy from a wealthy family. He is also sweet but most of the time, unreasonable °~°.Has only been serious in his studies when he met our average female lead.
SUPPORTING CHARACTERS
*Mary Roq- Female lead's best friend, also an unathletic girl who likes to make fun of the FL for not being super fit. (even when she's more fat °-°)
*Manos Angela- A popular rich girl, who spends a shit ton of money in video games. PS. She's not one of your typical bitchy slut...
*Jasmine Shell- Was considered as the FL's BFF in childhood, until she betrayed her `•_•`
*Christian Lasur- The bestfriend of the ML, a funny and athletic dude.
*Albert Rence- A funny but shitty dude, friend of the ML
MORE CHARACTERS WOULD COME ALONG THE WAY!!!
Comment down below what you would like to happen in the story! 
°∆° I'd love to see your creative ideas!

After Warui Rain's friends exposed his secret to his childhood crush Yui Un, something important happened that will affect their lives forever.

What is the secret of Warui Rain?
What started when the secret was exposed?
Is it related to Love? If it is so, would it have a happy ending?

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