365 days, 365 scenes.
Battles among supreme beings.
Poems about losing love.
Dragons showing mercy.
Kids stumbling upon magic.

This journey involves my answering of 365 creative writing prompts in a desperate bid to overcome my laziness.
The prompts come from https://thinkwritten.com/365-creative-writing-prompts/ and I write one a day.

THE SITUATION RIGHT NOW: I've gotten over the majority of my laziness. I'm unlikely to update this much. It's pretty much complete. The novel I'm working on is Dark Seas Leading Demise

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...

MAY 17th 2020

12 LIFESTYLE CHANGES TO MAKE IN 2020 TO CHANGE YOUR LIFE

I am so excited about all of this new year, new me energy.
I want to help you actually transform your life and be happy this year! I have written lots of posts related to this – and today I wanted to talk about easy lifestyle changes you can make that will actually change your life to be more meaningful and enjoyable.
Take action this year and implement some of these ideas, they will genuinely make a difference. I love all of these ideas because they are quite simple and will not be too difficult to make happen.
Above all, enjoy yourself and be mindful this year. Be ambitious and follow your dreams. You got this – and here are some ideas to get you started.

WAKE UP EARLIER / GO TO BED EARLIER

I love mornings. Wake up earlier and use that time to develop healthy habits and get a productive start on your day. Go to bed earlier to get plenty of rest so you can better enjoy your day.

LEARN SOMETHING NEW

A key pillar of personal development is opening yourself to new opportunities, experiences, and knowledge. Learn something new just for fun – go to a cooking class, learn how to sew, buy an online course about Pinterest. Whatever it is, learn something just for fun and for the experience, or learn something you really want to incorporate into your life or business.

INVEST IN YOUR PASSIONS

This is the year! Invest in your passions! No more "this is too expensive." Just compare it to what else you would do with that money, and shift your mindset to that this an investment for your happiness. If it really is too much, save up! So, start a blog, start a business, buy your art supplies. Whatever it is, make yourself happy and invest in your passions. It is not the worst use of your money.

COOK FOR YOURSELF / EAT REAL FOOD

I'm not gonna preach a perfectly healthy diet because everyone is different and everyone enjoys different foods. Make an effort to eat full, balanced meals though, whatever that means for you. It will do wonders.

CREATE A SELF CARE ROUTINE

Incorporate self care into your night or morning routine – journal, read a book, do some skincare, etc

Respect yourself and what you want, so say no more. Stop saying yes to sh*t you hate.
Be more spontaneous and enjoy life in as many ways as possible, so say yes more.

SAVE MORE MONEY

Put aside some money if you can and save for travel, experiences, and your passions!

REDUCE PHONE TIME

be mindful of the time you spend on your phone and on social media. Limit that time and focus on what is in front of you and develop strong, healthy habits. I wrote a post here about how to do a digital detox and being more mindful of your screen time.

START JOURNALING

Journaling is a great way to practice self care and discover yourself through your writing. Search Pinterest for meaningful prompts if you need some inspiration.

LOOK FOR THE GOOD AND PRACTICE GRATITUDE

Your life will completely change if you limit the complaining and instead notice all the good around you, and what you can be thankful for. I saw this example in another post and I love it:
instead of, "ugh it's monday."
try, "it's monday! I am happy and alive and ready for the week!"
Instead of complaining about your day, try and brainstorm good things that happened to you. It will brighten your mood and the world around you.

WORK ON YOUR GOALS DAILY

Don't forget about your goals, and try your best to actively work towards them daily. If you are genuinely making strides towards your goals you will feel amazing. I wrote a post here about how to actually achieve all of your goals.

PUT MORE POSITIVE VIBES INTO THE WORLD

Very similar to what I said about looking for the good, the more positive you are, the happier you will feel. Compliment others just for the heck of it. Help others. Complain less.
Make 2020 your year by implementing healthy lifestyle changes that can transform your life and help you accomplish your goals. I hope you found this post helpful, and I hope you have the year of your dreams.

The End.

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+ 

——
 

Other Works: 

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

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

This chapter has not been edited. Please forgive me for any typos or grammatical errors. 

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Walking into the front door all eyes where on me, apparently I was the 'new girl'. I guess being home schooled gave you some qualities, you don't care about anything or anyone but yourself. 

And that was how I was feeling now. Although I'm not the finest girl in planet earth but I think am at the average scale with dark hair and blue eyes, I'm 5'6 i think that's  pretty good for my age and my body is not like kim k's but I have curves at the right places. 

So as I was walking down the hall to get my schedule, I didn't care about the thousand eyes that was on me accessing my looks, or the snickering I heard behind my back, i just kept walking forward. 

I got to the office and a blonde average height woman with green eyes who looked to be in her mid 30's was sitting behind a desk and she had a welcoming smile on so I felt relaxed "you must be Alex" she babbled "yeah" I replied"okay my name is Anita Thomas, welcome to ghs, here's your schedule" she gave it to me and continued "feel free to ask anyone for help or directions, and you can come back here anytime" she finished "yeah sure, thanks" I said with a smile and  left the office "have fun" she chirped. 

Walking into the hall, I looked at my schedule and I had math, English, Chen, biology, history then cafeteria. After that it was art, physics and creative writing. I sighed,talk about stressful. I looked for my locker and imputed my combination and dropped some of my books inside and stopped a random girl and asked her where the math class was, fortunately for me she offered to take me there. 

After walking through different halls and corners I saw a door with a big maths sign in the door. I thanked her and she left, only for me to open the door and I fell face first on the floor. 

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cheers 
Evie💕

Been locked at home always
Homeschooled 
No friends around
Not allowed to go out
Most definitely NO BOYS ALLOWED. 


That was the life of Alexandria, 18 and a senior in high school. 
She doesn't talk to anyone and has never spoken to a boy before, not to talk less have her first kiss before. 


But would all that change when the new boy comes to town? 
Cole Ryder, dark, mysterious and sexy
 A rule breaker

Would he help Alex out of her misery, or would he break all the rules that has been laid out for her.

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


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

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

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

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

I am not that pleasant to the eye. I have these forever tiny pimples that take shelter on my face. And I think I have gotten big over the years of stress-eating. 

This guy in front of me does not think so though. 

/"I was wondering if you wanted to grab some dinner later."/ 

Or maybe he is just making fun of me and this is some kind of prank he is trying to pull off with his jock of a friends. I have seen this guy and he is the new member of the basketball team of Moordale High. I have not known him that much, but I know the basketball boys were assholes. 

This guy standing in front of me is a sophomore and it sucks that he is taller than me. He has brown curly hair, black eyes, and frickeled cheeks. And I think he is pleasant to the eyes, too pleasant. 

/"I was wondering if you wanted to grab some dinner later."/ 

Too straightforward to even be believable. I look boringly back at his eyes, which showed nervousness. He glances at something behind my back. The jockholes look like they are snickering. 

I grab the books from my lockers and look back at him.

"Trust me, you don't wanna be like them." I walk away from him and towards my first period. 

You see, the basketball players at my school hate me. They hate me for accidentally finding out their secret. I never meant to intrude but they were just not that careful. That's why they left me alone, sadly my proof was shattered by them, my phone, and now I had nothing against them. Just kidding, I backed it up on my laptop. I am not that fucking stupid. One more dirty move, and their parents will know that their precious innocent sons are actually not that innocent anymore. 

Wednesday is the best school day. Creative Writing is first period. And I love the subject. And I get to be with Atlas in the same room. 

I quickly go to my seat and write my thoughts and feelings of the day. Mr. Harrington has this idea of writing down what we are feeling and I don't know for what purpose. 

/I think I will be fine./

He has not yet arrived. I roll the paper and put it in the box of his table. 

I turn to my seat to find Atlas already sitting and writing down on his paper. He is 7 seats away from me. He is in front while I was at the back.

In no time, the students filled the room and Mr. Harrington started his lecture of the day. I listened to him properly but my mind keeps bringing me back to what happened this morning.

/"Your mom is coming here tomorrow, please clean your room."/ I hear my dad's voice. It was not my mom, coming to the house, that was bothering me. It was my dad. Sure, he changed. But everything was awkward at the house, he is always early for work and arrives so late. He does not look at me when he says something. We don't eat together. It's like we are two strangers living in the same house. Like housemates that are supposed to get along. We don't get along. He barely even talks to me. It has always been like that. I was always the one initiating the conversation when we eat together, which barely happens. I tell him about school and he would reply with words that are blank and I ask him about work and he'll say it's okay and the conversation ends.

/I think I will be fine/ I snap out of my thoughts and look back at Mr. Harrington who has started reading the rolled papers. 

"Whoever you are, remember that it gets better. Your day might have started badly, does not mean it ends badly, do something fun, something you want to do. It's a bad day, not a bad life." Mr. Harrington was good at motivation and making students feel better. I wonder why isn't the guidance councilor when he was better than Mrs. Yuan. 

"I beat off three tim..." the class is in hysterics, including me. "Now, what did I say about this stuff?..." He rambles on and on about the use of language and then continued to read the other papers, which of course, had plenty more unclean contents. 

I look back at Atlas, whose back I can only see. He is laughing along with the class, his broad shoulders bobbing in the process. 

He is good at poetry as well. He is good at everything he does. He is this perfect student, this perfect jock, this perfect son, this perfect boyfriend, but he will never be a perfect friend. 

Suddenly, I am so angry. Angry at him. Angry for what he has done. Angry that he gave up on our friendship. Angry that he blamed me for his parents separation when his parents actually had reunited and stayed a perfect family in town. Angry that he did not even reach out and try to recompense. Angry that he chose to be friends with assholes. Angry that he is unattainable. 

And I am angry at myself, for not being able to let go. For messing things up. For not being able to save my parents' marriage. Angry at my mother for leaving. Angry at my mother who has built a new family and they are probably talking and not awkward with each other. Angry at my father for cheating. Angry that he isn't proud of his faggot of a son that he could not even talk to let alone look at. I am angry that I chose him. 

I am angry at myself for being the way I am. I am angry that as I sit here, my eyes blinking back tears, looking at Atlas' back, I realize that I am jealous of him. That I have always been. And I hate it. 

"Mr. Jones, are you okay?" I look back at my 6'4 teacher who is now standing in front of me. I know all eyes are on me. They are probably looking at me weirdly, including Atlas. But I don't look at any.

I clear my throat.
"Um, yeah... I am okay sir."

I will always say I am okay.



/Even when it is obvious that I am not./

Summer is in love with Atlas. Atlas likes Summer, but no, not in that way.


boyxboy

　　After an unperceived amount of time, he woke up once again.

　　Yet again he felt disoriented, and a feeling of panic slowly started creeping up on him once more. However, this time, he quickly suppressed those feelings. He knew that once he let himself fall into panic, he would once again grow tired extremely quickly. He did not know why this was the case, but he could feel the tendrils of exhaustion slowly trying to get a hold of him already.

　　Even thinking such simple thoughts caused him to grow increasingly tired. He quickly tried to get what he knew in order before he succumbed to sleep once more.

　　He knew he had been on a tight schedule, finishing his software by double-checking the code so that he could send it to the company the next day. Being a programmer was hard at a time when AIs could write most of the code by themselves, and the only way to earn a living was to constantly come up with new, creative ways of using the coding language, to differentiate your software from those of the AIs.

　　Creativity was the only field in which AIs had not been able to surpass humans… yet.

　　He remembered being extremely exhausted and anxious while working, when he suddenly felt his heart beat at an irregular rhythm. He felt a sudden sharp pain start in his heart as it clenched tightly, then the unbearable pain shot up, through his spine, and he felt his consciousness start slipping away.

　　He felt death approach him.

　　He could not even make a sound.

　　The only thought in his head was, "Am I going to die? Just like this?"

　　He had not known his parents, for he was an orphan. With no relatives to speak of, and because of the immense societal pressure, he had had to start doing part time since very young. Due to always being preoccupied with putting food on the table and paying for his own education, he had extremely few and distant friends, and as for close friends, he had none. Of course, it was self-evident that he had never been in a relationship of any kind.

　　As his life up to that point had flashed before his eyes, he only found himself in school, university, and work, without any rest at any time. It was understandable why he would feel that life was unfair, trivial, and worthless. As though he had served no purpose, made no impact on anyone or anything.

　　The only feeling he had felt before his consciousness had left him, was indignation.

　　Just recalling what had happened previously had already taken up all of his mental strength. He could no longer keep himself conscious. As the bindings of fatigue fully coiled themselves around him, he once more slipped into a deep slumber.

　　When he next awakened, he no longer felt as disoriented as the previous two times.

　　He quickly got to sorting out his thoughts, for he knew that time was limited, and he had to figure out as much as he could before he succumbed once more to whatever was impairing his stamina so severely.

　　He tried to figure out what had happened that had caused him to suddenly undergo a near death experience.

　　After a while of deliberation, he came to the conclusion that he had most likely had a heart attack due to a lack of sleep, exhaustion due to over-working, and severe anxiety over many days. He suddenly felt concerned about whether he still had the job or not, whether they would still pay him for the software he had made or not, whether all the time and effort spent on programming for that software had been in vain or not…

　　No, he should not think in such a manner.

　　He knew that it was a miracle that he had survived, since he had not been able to make any sound to call for help, and almost no one knew where he lived, much less visited him. But after coming to this conclusion, he was even more puzzled.

　　Why couldn't he open his eyes? Why was he cramped in such a confined space? Why was being cramped for such a long time not uncomfortable? Why did the air he was breathing seem to be so viscous? Why did he have such a low amount of stamina? Why did he not feel any hunger at all?

　　Why?

　　He was far more confused now than before. Getting his thoughts in order had not helped at all. He also still had no idea for how to escape his current predicament. He was far too weak to be able to break through whatever was confining him. He did not know what the future held for him.

　　Was he crippled or disabled in some way due to the accident? How much would it cost to cover the medical fees once he was cured? Would he ever be fully cured?

　　No.

　　Stop.

　　He forcefully stopped himself from thinking.

　　He knew his thoughts were going in circles. Worrying would not do anything helpful in the current situation. He was powerless to do anything, and he had to accept it.

　　His ability to stop his thoughts from going awry was one of his strong suits. He had trained himself in meditation when he had started getting overwhelmed with work during high school, and that had come in very handy on a daily basis since he had been able to relax through it.

　　He let all thoughts fade away from his mind, as though uncovering a veil that he never knew was covering him.

　　Then he let that thought fade away as well.

　　He started progressively going deeper and deeper into nothingness as he let his perceptions slowly fade away layer by layer.

　　After a long, unperceived amount of time, he felt calmer than he had ever felt. Suddenly he felt as though there was a slow and steady warm current washing over him, the feeling was almost imperceptibly faint, but he had felt it. And the moment he noticed it, the slight amount of deviation of his focus caused the feeling to instantly disappear like a phantom.

　　As soon as that faint feeling disappeared, the fatigue struck him so strongly that he immediately lost consciousness.

==Author's Note==

　　Hello everyone, I'm Shaptarshi Joarder, but you can call me Jovian.

　　I hope everyone enjoyed the start of the story.

　　I'm planning on making this story a very long journey where everyone can follow alongside the MC as he lives his life filled with fun and adventure. This story, while it will still have the occasional dark scenes filled with intensity and intrigue, will most of the time strive to be something to help you relax. It is meant to be a lighthearted but very interesting and fun to read story.

　　This will be my first time writing a story, so I implore everyone to leave comments, both with things I've done right and (especially) with things I've done wrong, so that I can learn from my mistakes and grow.

　　Constructive criticisms are most appreciated.

　　That way the quality of the story will (hopefully) grow along with my ability as a writer.

　　P.S. I have very little programming background. I'm a Financial and Business Economics major, not someone who's part of any of the IT fields. All programing related aspects of the story will be written while taking massive creative liberties.

　　Now then, I wish for everyone to have an awesome day/night, and happy reading! :)

This is a story about the adventure and fun-filled life of the first magus in a world that only knew cultivation. Join his journey as you experience his joys, horrors, excitement, indignation, and triumphs. Watch him grow and change along with the people and places that he visits. This is a story about life in a world filled with fantasy and majesty. This is the story of the primus magus.

Hey, been a small while, about a week and a half, just want to say that I'm sorry? To emphasise on what this is, I'm taking a break. I have NO CLUE where this story is going and I need planning, a proper story, a possible end, and a lot of other things, but the reason why I'm taking a break is different to any of this. I write stories for my personal enjoyment, and just to let my imagination run wild, the amount of stories I've written but haven't finished is probably in the triple digits by now. I have a short span of attention and can't handle to do things for long, as if it's become a chore, which it what had become of this novel for me, and don't worry, when I come back to this novel, I'll do a burst of five chapters or something for an apology, and I know I have so many filler chapters, I'm sorry about that.

All of this is something I used to distract my mind with, it's pretty stupid how I thought that if others could make a novel then why can't I. I have no experience, I have no proper knowledge, I'm just a fifteen year old kid who is slightly creative, there's nothing special about my writing, it's just like all the other ones, except with poor release rates and an inconsistent plot line. 

If you were liking this novel I'm sorry, but there's a slight chance I won't come back, I feel like another influence on this is something I wrote for school, I just want to expand upon THAT story, because I feel that has a proper plot line, and it has some ACTUAL PLANNING. I feel like I could enjoy that more then I do this, I feel like it could be so much more interesting, however posting it would only ruin it, like I did this novel.

Even though it's only two chapters a week, I find it hard, the lone fact of that is probably what makes me a bad writer, I'm not descriptive and am honestly amazed this even had the amount of reads this has, but the site/app has become nothing but a chore for me, I used to come on here all the time and read so many fun things, but every time I come on now I just feel like I HAVE to write a chapter, and it bugs me, none of this is because of you guys, but merely my own mental impulses telling me that it's not worth it.

Once again I just want to say sorry for my laziness, and that if you were enjoying this, please find something similar, and hopefully with more chapters, you can hate me for this if you want, but hey, it's my fault anyways, thanks for the support and let's just hope that I do come back, I tend to return to things if I work on another for long enough so you can only pray.

I'll try to see if I'm at least motivated to post every now and then but it'll be rare, possibly only once a fortnight.

Sorry.

From your unmotivated, lazy, and pathetic author, Logames05

Fang mo was an unparalleled genius who was about to be recruited to the highest grade sect, the golden divinity sect, although as he knew it, just as he was about to achieve his dreams, but everything soon crumbled as the discovery of bone frames and martial spirits were found, cultivation changed for the better, many people who were considered weak became respectable people, all except fang mo, he was seen as trash by awakening a first grade yellow ranked spirit and a zero star bone frame, he cursed the gods for giving him this fate, after he was thrown into the mountains and to a cliff above the ravine on a stormy night, due to a chain of events, the cliff broke and he discovered a life changing secret that could help him change his fate and climb the ranks in this world, come along with fang mo as he changes his fate for the better!

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Vampires are nocturnal creatures. 

But that doesn't mean that the legends of them burning to ashes in sunlight are true. Yes, they do feel lethargic, sleepy, weaker in the day-time - just like a human would at night. That's all.

To encounter a vampire at night means only one thing: Trouble.

And to encounter a vampire noble at night means only one thing: More Trouble.

And to encounter vampire royalty means. Deep Trouble.

Trouble whether for you (if the vampire is stronger); or whether for it (if you're stronger)?

No - whether you kill it or it kills you, it will always be trouble for you.

Their Queen, the Eternal Night Mother, is vengeful...

And crazy.

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[23 August - 4:25 AM - Somewhere in the Swiss Alps]

Scattered around the area were mounds of corpses - orcs, trolls, goblins, ogres, wolves, drakes. Countless corpses; all fallen quietly - strangely, without the signs of a struggle.

And contrary to Albert's guess, Celica's party was not fighting against one adult dragon. They were faced off against two - one fully grown adult around 60m long and one adolescent half it's size, looking to be around level 14. 

And yet they still held the upper hand.

The dragons roared as they swooped around; sounding equally enraged and anxious.

Enraged because they were ambushed in their roost in a mountain cave during their sleep; not receiving any prior warning despite the countless cannon fodder meant to serve as an alarm.

Anxious because they could not escape.

The mild purple luminescence in the air, beautiful and fragile though it looked, was unbreakable to the mighty lords of the land.

(Damn it! Where did this trueblood come from?!?) Kreagor swore in her mind; then wheeled over in the air to cut off the black-haired maid's descending assault on her young dragon whelp.

She roared as she received another long cut in between her scales; the black-haired one had unerring accuracy despite having to change targets mid-flight - her brittle but incredibly sharp nails somehow could pierce the gaps between her dragon hide...

(Sh*t... What is going on?!?) The adult winter dragon released a burst of ice-breath again in retaliation; but once more the attack was intercepted by the green-haired lady.

Kreagor landed; crashing against the ground between the two maids; then lashed out with her tail. The great reptile slapped away the green-haired one despite knowing that she would just recover in a matter of seconds to harry her again. Then she turned to chomp down on the black-haired one - only to see that she had miraculously opened a distance of 100m in the blink of an eye.

And before the winter dragon could pursue the close-combatant; she heard a cry of pain and anguish. 

Lo and behold; a cone of grey fire lanced out from the red-haired woman's hands, shrouding the air-borne dragon whelp in flames; leaving holes in her already-blackened wings.

"Misharga!!! No!!" Kreagor roared in dragon tongue to her daughter as she began to plummet; roughly 800m away - a small distance for the colossal reptiles.

In a flash, Kreagor arrived in front of the young dragon; shield her from the erupting flames.

Why didn't she just charge down the flame user?

Because when she had tried earlier, the two other maids had rushed straight for the whelp; slashing and smashing open horrifying wounds on her neck and chest!

And now; despite knowing that she herself was bleeding profusely from cuts, burns and broken bones, she could not find a way to break out of the pincer-siege.

(These insects... Th-their synergy is so aggravating!) Kreagor cursed her fate; as the 3 maids regrouped in front of their leader; a miniscule silver-haired girl in black gothic clothing. Kreagor and Misharga panted heavily; their hot breath melting the snow that drifted down from the sky unhindered by purple barrier.

The black-haired maid wielded exceptionally sharp nails on the index fingers of either hand - likely having a soul-imprint of Sharpness. She knew that the slightest touch should break the 6-inch long nails; and yet could never land a solid impact due to the maid's inhuman control.

In contrast, the green-haired girl looked delicate and flimsy just like the other two; but she had vigourous vitality; not falling no matter how many times she was pummeled - and packing a heavy punch. (Strength? Or Vigour...?)

And lastly; the most powerful of the 3 - the red-haired one. Her flames were a polar opposite to the winter dragons; but knowing their own weakness, every winter dragon coated their hides with countless layers of flame-retarding spells.

Yet the third maid's flames would melt and singe their scales, wings or flesh the moment they landed... This was even despite her being comparatively weaker in combat power and inherent man...

(A higher concept...? Disintegration...? Ashes...?)

In the brief moment of respite, Kreagor assessed their opponents' capabilities. Only; the 4th of their adversaries had not yet made a move after she setup the purple barrier.

Kreagor settled her eyes on the tiny girl; eyes that were larger than the vampire princess was tall.

(With how strong the barrier is, it seems like that one is just hiding her power - playing with us. I fear that the moment she moves; it will be over... Lazo'lath, Azora, Shazream... Where are you...? Come quick; lest we perish!)

Kreagor shifted position; fortifying her feet for what could be the last 2, 3 rounds of futile struggle. Struggle, strive, claw and tooth - anything - all to buy but a moments more time for Misharga...

Or so she thought as she tried to shift position - for Kreagor could not move. Frozen stiff; like an ice sculpture; eyes locked on the girls enchanting, hypnotisingly purple eyes...

(No, no - NO--)

The dragon's pupils began to dilate.

Mentally she was thrashing around; but externally Kreagor began to turn calmly; eerily calm. As she screamed incessantly in her mind (RUN AWAY!!!); she heard a foreign voice emanate from her own throat, calling out a name: "Misharga honey~~..."

"D-daddy...?"

(RUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

It was too late.

A deluge of tears fell from Kreagor's eyes as her own daughter lay at her feet; still alive and breathing - but her soul crushed from being torn apart by her own mother's jaws and talons.

"YOU MONSTERSSSSSSS!!!" She found that her voice had returned.

She also found that she was now right in front of the group of four; having charged over blindly.

"Tch... Blind from tears...? No more fun then... Oh well~! Silence that thing~!!" Kreagor gnashed her teeth in hate towards the abominable vampire who would speak cheerfully of another's suffering!

The frail but strikingly beautiful girl pointed a finger at the dragon; causing the sound and mana isolating purple light to converge in front of her finger.

Then the manifold compressed light fired at the dragon; leaving a round hole all the way from her forehead to exit at her tail.

The adult dragon, after having lived for over 200 years to grow to maturity...

Was fallen.

"Hoooh~! Bo-ring~!" The girl yawned.

Having settled their slightly difficult little clash with the dragons, all she had to now was to bait out the spying little rats from their hiding places...

(No matter... Hihihi~! It's just a matter of time before my tasty treat marches right into my fangs~...)

She smiled; looking at the scrumptious treat laid out before her - an evil light in her eyes as her lips parted to reveal her long, sharp canines.

"Little gi-irl~~!... Shall we, share a meal~~...?"

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"Ma... Mama! No...!"

"Fear not, my ssssweetheart... Mistresssssss will... Care for you sssssssumptuously...."

Misharga's pupils turned vacant; changing from silver to purple as she was forced to revert to human form - a 5-year old girl with white-silver hair and covered in a white-silver dress.

"Tch. You're nowhere near as beautiful as me, admit it! *I* am the mooost beautiful~~~!" Celica sneered cruelly as she ground her heel on the little girl's already bloody and cut face.

The sobbing girl whimpered in pain; crying out -

"Mama...!!!!"

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"Albert."

"Hmm?" He was shaken out of his thoughts; so focused was he on the battle in the distance.

"They're much stronger than us, right...?"

"Yes, completely and definitely so; so you should--"

For once, she acted and thought swiftly; cutting him off.

"Then... Please take care of Snowie."

If he could see her face, he would be horrified - her eyes had turned nearly red with fury; yet her face was ice-cold; jaw set in a woman's wrath - completely unlike her usual cheerful self.

Then she disappeared.

"Sam! No!"

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Licking her lips daintily and hesitating, as if unwilling to spoil the moment, the vampire princess pressed her palms together in thanksgiving to the Eternal Night Mother.

Then she recited the line she had been wanting to use:

"Itadakimasu~~~"

Then gasped.

"You--!"

She saw a girl in front of her; instantly appearing and piercing her range of detection. She had her knees slightly bent in a stable position; charging up a strike - one aimed at Celica's solar plexus.

Her eyes were red; her face cold.

"How did you--!!" Her voice changed; no longer sing-song, but rough from unease.

Her Trueblood Vampiric Charm wasn't working. Desperately gathered her scattered purple lumen; some of it still in a sound isolating field; some pinning the silver-haired dragon-girl down. It gather like a flood; layering countless times in front of her on top of her base mana reinforcement.

But it was too late.

"Goodbye."

The vampire princess disappeared in a mist of blood and flesh.

"NO!!!!" A cacophony of 3 female voices cried out in unison; joined by 1 male voice, slightly further away.

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[1] Concepts such as power levels, ranks and adventurer ranks have been posted! Please see auxiliary chapter: Strength, Ranks & Levels System!

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Systems? Transmigrators? Gods?
No problem! All will crumble under my fists!
Smashing dragons, devils and heros into meat patties!
Still, she has a dream - "When will I have a boyfriend...?"

"If the wretched heavens are against me..."
"...Then I shall BREAK the heavens!"

Sam is an orphan with a dream: a simple life and happy family. Nearly talent-less (and ahem, a little slow witted...), she has only her two (overpowered) fists to rely on in a world that seems determined to make her forever-alone.

Follow her story as she falls in love and learns what it means to experience loss;
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