Lyrics

Abe Lincoln:

Four score and 65 years in the past,
I won the Civil War with my beard! Now I'm here to whup your ass!
I've read up on your facts. You cure cancer with your tears?
Well, tell me, Chuck. How come you never sat down and cried on your career?
You're a washed-up has-been on TV selling Total Gyms,
And you're gonna lose this battle like you lost Return of the Dragon!
I'll rip your chest hairs out, put 'em in my mouth.
I'll squash you like I squashed the South!
I never told a lie, and I won't start now.
You're a horse with a limp; I will put you down!

Chuck Norris:

This isn't Gettysburg, punk. I'd suggest retreating,
For I invented rap music when my heart started beating.
Chuck Norris doesn't battle. He just allows you to lose.
My raps will blow your mind like a verbal John Wilkes Booth.

Abe Lincoln:

I've got my face on the side of a mountain. You voted for John McCain!
I've got a bucket full of my head, and I'm about to make it rain!
You block bullets with your beard? I catch 'em with my skull!
I'd make fun of Walker, Texas Ranger, but I've never even seen that show!

Chuck Norris:

I am Chuck fucking Norris!
I've spread more blood and gore than 40 score of your puny Civil Wars, bitch!
I split the Union with a roundhouse kick!
I wear a black belt on the beard that I grow on my dick!
I attack sharks when I smell them bleed!
I don't go swimming; water just wants to be around me!
My fists make the speed of light wish that it was faster!
You may have freed the slaves, but Chuck is everyone's master!


(Tough but Chuck Norris Won)

Well this is a list of characters or people I think win in a battle against someone or something.


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The next morning Austin tried to think of methods that would help in taming adamant nature Pokemon. The closest he could think of was getting a gym badge, like in games in which makes traded Pokemon listen to trainers for a set level. Too bad the world has changed for shit, gym battles are useless. 

There are also many things that the game doesn't cover. Using game logic for reality is also absurd. Austin began to think of the anime. Aura was one of the ways people could communicate to Pokemon. Another method could be like ash and his Charzard. 

His charizard got in harms way and then ash saved it to gain its loyalty. The same thing happened with pikachu. The problem was the current world is too dangerous. Austin honestly didn't want to put himself in a stupid situation. For all he knew, he is just a normal guy without any plot armor. He just used the knowledge he had from earth and his wits to live well in the world.

While he was contemplating, the door bell rang. Austin open the door and saw his Instructor Chuck Norris.

"How are you teacher? Please come in I want to show you my improvements." Austin said.

"Good morning kid. I'm looking forward to see the results of your training. If you truly mastered focus energy, I will start phase two of your training." Norris said as he walked in. Austin was his brightest pupil. He was very satisfied with his progress. 

Thanks to Austin's referring his book he made a lot of money. He wanted to open a Dojo to teach the new generation. 

As he entered he felt Austin had something bothering him. "Hey kid, what's the matter? You seem annoyed about something. Tell me I might be able to help you."

"It was that obvious, well the truth is that I'm having trouble with a new Pokemon. I bought a wimpod recently and everything about it is amazing except it's nature. Its too stubborn. I was think of different ways to make it more loyal. It doesn't listen to any orders but it has high potential." Austin blurted out.

"You actually bought that wimpy thing. They are the cowards of the Pokemon world. I can't believe you thought it was special." Old Chuck said with annoyance. 

Austin showed the stats of wimpod to the old man. Filled with new vigor, Instructor Norris rapidly stood up and grabbed Austin's hands. 

"Kid this is not a wimpod, this is undying meatshield. You actually found such a strange critter.... Your only issue is that it won't listen to your orders."  Old man Chuck calmed down and began discuss with Austin.

"Ya old man, that's the only issue. You sure easy to surprise. You should try not to get too excited or else you'll get a heart attack." Austin expressionlessly said.

"Shut up kid! Who doesn't get excited when they see a rare thing. To think a wimpod would mutate like this. Once it evolves you will have a very strong body guard. When you later begin learning about Pokemon formations, you will realize how strong of an addition this Pokemon is to your team.

Anyway kid if you can learn endure I have a way for you to make this Pokemon loyal. Let go outside to the training field." Norris then walked out with Austin following.

Austin felt that Norris wanted him to be dumb like ash and put himself in harms way. As they made their way towards the training area, Austin felt that this was the quickest way to gain a Pokémon's loyalty. Their were other methods but it would take too much time. If Austin was able to tame wimpod quickly, then it won't fall behind the rest of his Pokemon. 

The biggest problem with taking his time to tame it, is that it would waste valuable time that can be used to help wimpod grow. 

"Listen here kid show me your level. Last week you pretty much mastered the second stage. Now, Focus your energy!" Old man Chuck Norris quickly got into his teacher role.

Austin instantly gathered his energy and focused it on his chest. He then focused on shifting the energy to his right hand. A minute later the energy gathered to his right hand. His hand began to emit an energy that surrounded it. A pressure also emerged from the energy. After 20 seconds Austin canceled the technique. He was sweating and breathing very hard.

"Excellent you actually standing firmly and the beginning stage of the last level of focus energy. You should have it mastered in two weeks. 

Now I'm going to teach you endure and then you will save wimpod with your body. There is a big chance for this to work. Wimpod by nature are dumb and cowards. This one is only a bit smarter due to it being shiny. Once you save it, this wimpod will be loyal to you. 

Let begin!" Norris congratulated Austin and began explaining how to use endure. 

Instead of focusing the energy only on a part of his body, he had to cover his entire body. On his first attempt, Austin's skin tightened and slowly began to flush. Austin quickly canceled the technique to catch his breath. 

"No kid you need to regulate your breathing. Then you only have to use the energy to tighten the body for a moment. Once your attacked any damage would be lowered significantly. It will also be very difficult for you to die in one hit. 

Now tighten you body again. This time tighten to your limit then immediately cancel the Art. After catching your breath do it again. In a couple of hours you should be able to execute the move instantly. Then we'll go to the forest." Instructor Norris instructed.

Several hours past, Austin and wimpod were walking in the forest. As expected by Norris, wimpod stuck close to him even though it would not listen. It seemed that it had become depended on him since he fed it the entire day yesterday and most of the morning. He also provided it a safe place to stay. 

Wimpod was actually pretty cranky about leaving it safe haven. It didn't wanna walk in the wild to hunt and get stronger. 

As they were walking suddenly a huge shadow covered Austin and wimpod. It was a giant panda colored bear. It was pangoro. Seeing this Pokemon and the pressure it emitted. Wimpod froze.

"Wimpod hurry let's go. It's not as fast as we are." Austin yelled. He moved a bit away but saw that wimpod didn't follow. 

The little critter froze still from fear. It never felt an aura so scary. Looking at the small creature block it's path, Pangoro roared. Then it punched down towards wimpod.

Wimpod thought that it was going to die. It was also abandoned by its trainer. Just like how its family shunned it. As the punch got closer wimpod was suddenly grabbed by Austin. He quickly used endure as he jumped and grabbed wimpod.

Austin was hit and flew towards a tree. He turned around and let his back hit against the tree. The punch was very heavy even with his endure. Austin coughed some blood.

"Hey little buddy. Why didn't you run! Even to the end you still ignored my orders. It doesn't matter though, your safe now." Austin spoke slowly. He was hurt even though this was an act. Looks like Norris was serous about having him test the move. 

Wimpod began to struggle and broke feee from Austin's hold. It knew Austin came back to protect it. It felt guilty for ignoring him. Maybe if it trained a bit to be stronger like Sylveon, it might have had some strength to resist. 

It stayed infront of Austin and hissed(or what ever this term is for bugs) at the pangoro. The pangoro roared back but the little guy didn't back away. It kept roaring back trying to scare the beast. Pangoro suddenly gazed behind it and ran away. Sylveon appeared from the bushes. Seeing wimpod protecting Austin, Sylveon knew that the plan worked. 

Wimpod noticed Sylveon come to the rescue. It roared happily but a fire was ignited to become as strong as her. 

Austin took a potion and after healing a bit he walked back to the city. He knew he won wimpod over. As he got close he recalled all his Pokemon. Instructor chuck Norris appeared with a smile.

"See kid I told you it will work. You need to understand the commonality within a species to hatch something like this. You endure is great. According to pangoro you were able to withstand five percent of its strength. That pretty high for only reaching initial mastery. 

Once you fully master both skills, I will teach you the rest. Tomorrow I will add close combat training for you. This will come in handy when fighting other humans."

"You know that freaking hurt old man. I will sue you when we get back." Austin threatened.

"Calm down kid, you only coughed a little blood. What are you being a baby for. " Norris said not caring about Austin's threat.

"Haaaaa! Fine let's go back I wanna eat. This is the last time I try taking a stubborn Pokemon." Austin said. 

The both of them returned back to the city and began to eat in a restaurant.

A Pokemon fanfic based on the fanfic Pokemon chaotic worlds. On fan fiction.com
As I have another book and I don’t wanted to get into too much character development.
Story will move moderately with occasional timeskips.
This story will have light romance but barely. It will focus on Mc. So there will barely be interactions.
The story is about a journey of an Mc who is the leader of a Pokemon fan club with the title of professor( I like Pokemon but not to that level) who died and luckily was reincarnated in Pokemon. Only to find out it’s not as innocent and friendly as he thought.
Prologue will be the same as chapter one from chaotic world except the ending. I thank revenantzero for a fantastic fanfic.
I’m known for haram so most likely it might be haram but since light romance most likely will be only one girl.
I have been known to have some grammar issues but it is getting better so help me out when you can. 
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Pokemon or its character as well as the original characters made by revenantzero in chaotic world. I do own my own characters and any fakemon if I decide to add them.

Also most Pokemon facts will be taken from pokemondb.net. If I change anything I will let you know. Most of it though will be from this database. For anyone looking for detailed info check it out

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Waking up barely in time for breakfast Sandstorm runs down stairs.
Getting into the dining hall every single student looks at her a little scared. 
"What?" Sandstorm asks 
Suddenly Lisa runs up to her and hands her a daily prophet while leading Sandstorm to the gryffindor table. While the entire Slytherin table is wanting to burn holes into her clothes with their stare. 
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The truth about Hogwarts.
Hello readers,I just got back from madam Bones's office at the DMLE. If your wondering why it's because I need her to know this story and I gave it under Veritserum.
Last night I snuck into Hogwarts after getting reports that students were being petrified.
And to my surprise at about 1 am two students passed me in the hall so I decided to follow them. 
Those two students led me to the chamber of secrets! Where they met a third student who was possessed a dark wizard using dark magic. 
The wizard possessing the student was non other than he-who-shall-not-be-named, who actually revealed to the duo that his name was Tom Marvlo Riddle. Lord Voldemort was a Half blood! Now in most normal cases I would be reporting the death of two students. However the two students that went to fight him were none other than Harry Potter and Yoru Pendragon-Gilgamesh.
While Yoru distracted Tom Riddle in another students body Harry went to get the object that he was using to possess the young girl. Once young Harry had his hands on it he threw it to Yoru. 
She caught it and the second the book touched her hand it threw a young adult Tom out of Ginevra Weasley's body.
From Tom's word during his monologue it seems like he was taking young Ginevra's magic and soul to resurrect himself. However Yoru just simply touched the book and he became a physical person again. She then continued to taunt, yes taunt he-who-shall-not-be-names while Harry ran away with the young Weasley's passed out body. 
Once Harry Potter was gone Yoru suddenly shouted something about playing music then told the newly resurrected dark lord that was going to have a really bad time. 
Do you know what happens next the creature that was Petrifying the students shows ups and it is a gigantic basalisk. The Massive snake looks Yoru in the eyes. I was expecting the poor girl to die, however to my surprise the basilisk gets petrified.
It almost seems like one of those word chuck Norris jokes that muggles keep making. Anyway after that throughout the entire chamber of secrets you can hear  a song that echos in all the water tunnels. 
The chamber is secrets filled with smoke as these weird weapons or magic came into being and started firing lasers everywhere. The entire place looked like those laser light shows the muggles loved 20 years ago. Except the lasers were deadly, they disintegrated whatever they touched. The golden haired red eyed girl was giggling saying dance Tom dance while wherever the dark lord was previously standing was covered in scorch marks. It was the most terrifying dual I have ever seen.
Print reviewed by Madam Bones head of DMLE and Minster of Magic.
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"Harry's going to love this..." Sandstorm mutters 
"So why didn't you take me?" Lisa asks a little upset.
"It was supposed to be a Basilisk removal mission... not a fight Tom mission." Sandstorm says 
Sandstorm suddenly feels a few new pair of eyes on her. She looks up to see Madam Bones and Albus Dumbledore who waves for her to come over.
"At least miss Bones is the minister, I don't have to deal with puppet Fudge." Sandstorm mutters slipping  a note to Lisa and heading over to them.
What might the note say? Well it says Dumbledore has gone dark.

A genius programer named mike destined to die early at the age of 60 was hit by a truck.
We come to find him now a her as she became his video game character from the game  his 7 friends spent the past 10 years working on.
An now we can see the one of the most ridiculous existences explore the endless path and infinite cosmos. As the new reborn goddess Sandstorm begins her Odyssey.   


I have seen a lot of different anime and read several thousands of books at this point. I will probably take inspiration for things and not even know it especially since my naming sense is trash. 
I also want to say besides Fateoria, my Mc, and the people in Fareoria it is likely I will not own any of the other worlds or stories that my character will interact with.

"I'm not a very good swimmer; I never had much practice. Dudley had lessons in his youth, but Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon, no doubt hoping that I would drown one day, hadn't bothered to give me any. A couple of lengths of this bath were all very well, but that lake was very large, and very deep … and merpeople would surely live right at the bottom..." Harry said slowly, "how am I supposed to breathe, Chris?"
"First, get out of that pool. We need to dry ourselves before we leave." Chris said lazily. "Or else your invisibility cloak will be not a big help, you see."
"Right." Harry said and got up from the pool and sat beside Chris. "Now tell me how am I supposed to breath under water?"
"Umm... there are few options like... transfiguration, few potions will also help I guess... but not sure." Chris said thinking.
"You're missing the bubble charm, Chris." Myrtle said smiling. "It was one of the funniest way to go under water."
"Bubble charm?" Harry repeated blankly.
"Oh yes right." Chris replied remembering the particular spell she read in the spell book given by Shawn. "But why funniest Myrtle?" 
"Have you seen the faces when people use it." Myrtle giggled. "I've seen plenty of times."
"Good but we have only five weeks. How am I supposed to..." Harry asked hurriedly.
"I'll ask Hermione to worry about that." Chris said getting up. "We should go now. It's late."
Harry checking his watch and saw it was not working.
"It's almost half past one." Chris replied. "C'mon."
They dried themselves as much as possible then Chris put on her robes.
"'Bye, 'bye," Myrtle said.
"See you Myrtle." Chris said as she and Harry put on the Invisi­bility Cloak and saw her zoom back up the tap.
Out in the dark corridor, they examined the Marauder's Map to check that the coast was still clear. Yes, the dots belonging to Filch and his cat, Mrs. Norris, were safely in their office … noth­ing else seemed to be moving apart from Peeves, though he was bouncing around the trophy room on the floor above. … they had taken their first step back toward Gryffindor Tower when some­thing else on the map caught Chris's eye … something distinctly odd.
Peeves was not the only thing that was moving. A single dot was flitting around a room in the bottom left-hand corner — Snape's office. But the dot wasn't labeled "Severus Snape" … it was Bartemius Crouch. Harry also noticed that and stopped.
"Didn't you say he was too ill to come at the Yule Ball?" Chris asked Harry.
"Yes. Percy told me that." Harry replied looking more confused.
"Then what's he doing, sneaking into Hogwarts at half past one o'clock in the morning?" 
"No idea. We should check." Harry said and tried to move towards Snape's office.
Chris grabbed his arm stopping him.
"And what're you going to ask him? It's not your office to investigate." She said furiously. 'This boy is really dumb.' She thought, glaring at him.
"But what Mr Crouch is up to? In the middle of the night? In Snape's office? Aren't you curious?" Harry asked, he was clearly trying to convince Chris to follow him to the Snape's office.
"Harry, I'm curious too. But if we get caught...." 
"We'll not. We're under the invisibility cloak."
"But we're damp in water. We shouldn't tempt our fate."
"But we're..."
"We're not going there Potter."
"But we can..."
"No."
"But..."
"No means no. We'll talk about this tomorrow."
"Alright." Harry sighed.
"Who's there?" Came a familiar unpleasant voice. Both of them looked up to see Filch.
When Chris and Harry were hissing to each other, Filch walked in silently.
"Who's there? Come out." Filch said coming close to them.
Chris glared at Harry, who looked away hurriedly.
"I heard voices. I know you're here. Come out." Filch said coming dangerously close to them.
They retreat their steps slowly, without making any noise. But Mr Norris was looking straight at them and Filch was going to collide with them any minitue.
Chris looked around, looking for anything to distract Filch then she saw the metal armour on the other side. Chris pointed her wand and the armour shook loudly. As Filch turned sharply, Chris made it stop. As expected Filch went towards the armour. Chris grabbed Harry's hand and pulling him with the invisibility cloak. Without making any sound they crept towards the Gryffindor tower, Mrs Norris still glaring at them. As soon as they were far enough from her. They broke into run, they skipped and didn't stop until they reached the fat lady portrait.
Chris looked around to make sure no one was near then whispered, "Banana fritters."
"Yes. Yes." The fat lady muttered in sleep and the painting swung, they climbed in.
Chris threw the invisibility cloak and collapsed on a armchair. Harry did the same.
"That was a close save." Harry muttered.
"I'm never going out with you under your Invisibility cloak." Chris snapped. "Idiot." Chris took out the egg from her locket box and thrust it into Harry's hand. "Take it."
"Chris I'm..."
Chris got up and walked towards the girls' dormitory before Harry can finish. She hurriedly changed her wet clothes and climbed into her bed. Thinking what was Crouch actually doing in Snape's office in the middle of the night?

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"Why has Mr. Crouch been pretending to be ill?" said Hermi­one, after listening what happened last night. "It's a bit funny, isn't it, that he can't manage to come to the Yule Ball, but he can get up here in the middle of the night when he wants to?"
All of them were talking on the almost empty Gryffindor table.
"You just don't like Crouch because of that elf, Winky," said Ron.
"But she have a point Ron." Ginny snapped. "Don't you think it would be a lot more easier to slip during the Ball and check Snape's office if he wanted to. No one was going to notice."
"Exactly." Hermione replied.
"Don't want to interrupt the investigation on Mr Crouch but..." Colin said slowly. "No one thinks that we should focus on Harry right now? I mean he needs to breath under water for more than one hour."
"Thanks Colin." Harry said greatfully. 
"You're welcome Harry." Colin replied grinning.
"Yes. Sorry. We should focus on Harry." Hermione said. "We can meet after lunch in the library to look for something...."
"Use the bubble charm. That's the only thing he can learn in this short time." Chris said getting up. "Unless he fancy watching himself half human half fish kind of state with transfiguration." 
Harry clearly understood Chris was still angry about last night.
"That'll be all I guess. Because we're a little busy, Hermione." Chris said. "You and Ron can handle this I know. See you."
Chris walked out and Ginny and Colin followed her.
"Why did you stop us from going to the library?" Colin asked.
"Because we're really busy Colin." Chris said casually. "Harry doesn't have his exams at the end of the term but we've; and you're still behind on our Potions and Transfigurations lessons, you're even behind on charms and divination."
"Chris is right. We can help Harry when he really needs us. Right now we need to focus on our studies, which we're neglecting for all of this Tournament, Ball and boyfriends." Ginny said seriously.
"Alright." Colin replied as they entered the greenhouse for Herbology.

Whether Hagrid was trying to prove he could do anything that Professor Grubbly-Plank could or not, Chris didn't know, but Hagrid continued her lessons on unicorns. To Chris's delight finally she get to spend more time with the Unicorns.
"See that's why I was missing Hagrid." Chris whispered to Jason as the girls were patting the Unicorns and the boys were standing behind them. 
"They're really nice creature." Jason simply replied.
"Of course they're. Aren't you a beautiful thing?" Chris said scratching it.
It turned out that Hagrid knew quite as much about uni­corns as he did about monsters. After class Chris, Ginny and Colin stayed late with the Unicorns, Chris named them all, which they liked a lot.

February was going very well for Chris, she was doing great with her Charms, Potions, Divination, Ancient Runes, Transfiguration and Herbology. Apparently Neville managed to persuade Chris to read new interesting Herbology's books, which actually helped.
One afternoon as Chris was working on a powerful healing potion in Myrtle's bathroom. Ginny, Luna and Colin came inside cautiously.
"Chris!" Colin whispered. "Are you sure no one comes here? I mean this is a girls' bathroom."
"It's alright Colin. No one comes here and you can talk freely as I already put a silencing charm on the bathroom door." Chris replied stirring the potion.
"Oh." Colin said loudly.
"Not that loudly Colin." Ginny said rolling her eyes. 
"What're you making?" Luna asked.
"Got a nice medicinal potions book from Madam Pomfrey. I'm making a powerful healing potion." Chris grinned. "She usually don't give those things to every student but when last time I helped her in my detention, she was really impressed with me."
"So when you asked for it she didn't say no." Ginny replied.
"Yep."
"God Chris you're going crazy about potions." Colin said checking the other potion books beside her.
"Not only potions but Transfiguration too." Ginny said picking up few advance Transfiguration books. "Chris what're planning to do?"
"... er....." Chris tried to look concentrated on the boiling potion.
"She's trying to be an Animagus." Luna replied casually.
Chris sharply looked up.
"How did... How did you..." Chris was shocked.
The books fell from Ginny's hands as she stared at Chris. Colin first thought it's a joke but after seeing their faces his fouth fell open.
"And you didn't tell us?" Ginny asked surprised.
"..... er..... no... It's just... I was just thinking..." Chris replied.
"You were thinking to become an Animagus?" Colin repeated surprised.
"Er.... yeah... fine... yes." Chris said with a sigh. "I was thinking to become an Animagus from the first time I saw Sirius becoming a Dog. Then I researched about it and found out that if I want to become one, then, first I need to master potions and transfiguration both. Only then I can become an Animagus."
There was silence for few moments.
"Can I become one too?" Ginny asked.
"What?" Chris asked surprised.
"Yeah. You heard me. Can I become one too?" Ginny asked excitedly.
"I don't know if you work hard on potions and transfiguration then maybe yes." Chris replied.
"Great." Ginny grinned. "By the way are we going to register ourselves? I mean it's a big crime, you know."
"I know but I'll think about it later." Chris shrugged.
"I want to but I don't know I'll like it or not." Luna said smiling. "So I'll just watch you two."
"Me to." Colin said smiling. "Then we can give you two pet names. What're you two going to be?"
"A horse." Ginny replied once.
"I don't know, I thought some kind of bird." Chris replied.
"Cool." Colin grinned.

"Your daughter is a witch, Mr Norton."
"A what?"

A perfectly normal girl's world turns upside down when she was informed that she is a witch and she will attend the Wizarding school Hogwarts. 

A story of a muggle-born witch who has to face the problems created by the dark lord and many more unknown dangers. 

Her journey is much more than any other student. She is specially chosen for something. Join her and see the Magical world from her point of view.



Disclaimer: Jk Rowling owns the Original Harry Potter series.  I don't.

P.S: This is my first time writing a novel.

Our skinless "soon to become" hero finally calmed down. 
He didn't have his answer, but who does?
This question did the job.

He tried to  remember what the voice in his head said back them, but he couldn't.
He tried again to fail when he wanted to leave his grave. An invisible barrier blocked him.
And now that he was away from his tomb rather than just in front of it like at the start, the moving skeleton remembered that he had to write, with his finger? he guessed, an choose an username.

One hour later, our nameless hero was still standing for this designation, the first part at least.
In gaming history, the hardest riddle, the enigma above all, the ultime puzzle, the shame of Batman, the question so hard that it brings many hours of gameplay just by it's presence at a point that many developers include it in there schematic diagram as a must have is: What is your name?
If you ever wondered why almost no puzzle game ask you your name, it's because it would break the difficulty ladder before it even started. 

In games, names precede everything; have you heard of ...; it's the first thing you know about a player, so it's an important choice.
Most of players have a method or a username following them for years.
There is two factors that can make the worst of that already hellish question: the size and the restrictions.

A size is a factor which is pretty normal and it's most likely that someone is bothered by a minimum number of characters than the maximum.
It's rare to find a multiplayer game where it's allowed to have a name with less than three characters.

The second factor is pretty random between games and can easily influence originality and the annoyance of the first factor. Restrictions are up to the developers, but some of them seems to unleash their sadistic pulsions throughout those.
Firstly, what characters are allowed? 
Accents, numbers, signs, emojis and others are not always allowed.
Secondly, can we put punctuation?
It's not the same at all, "We're gonna eat, kids!" and "We're gonna eat kids!" that's a simple example, but some players take themselves for artists or just want their names to be a message. For those, it really matters, even though it's stupid.
And lastly, it's rarer, but can we put capital letters as we want?
That's globally the three kind of restrictions that one can encounter while creating an username, but there's another type:
-"This username already exists"-
the "player type" of restriction.

S'Quest wasn't a game with an impossibility to have the same name twice and more, but it was informing you that you're not the first one to choose it. 
Obviously, it would not told you when someone didn't bother and took the same name as you.
Except, if someone truly wanted an exclusivity, there was an option to pay real money to lock your username once you had chose it.

Our nameless protagonist had met the two kind of message at a point that he couldn't count anymore.
He would have accepted to share his username with anybody, but some *sshole had bought it.
The game was old of only three weeks and it has already reached that point where his old username which wasn't that much of a name, but just nice to pronounce, AcIce. 
He had originally took thirty minutes to find it a couple of years ago.
 
AcIce was a mix of a few things that he liked: his favorite character of One Piece, R.I.P. Ace, puns and his favourite dish, which is mint ice cream. 
When he had created this name, he thought that it would be cool to be both a pyromancer and a creomancer until he found out that it was bad investing and sucked in PvP.
But even though, the name stayed. 
He liked it.

There's nothing to gain crying over spilled milk, did he thought.
But soon after that, our nameless hero changed his minds.
Allot of the names he would categorize as at least fine were locked.

Our "soon to become" hero would never know, but soon enough a company had found a business to make with this system.
That company had named itself A Name to Remember and bought a large number of name just to sold them at higher price.
They firstly bought popular names which were simply cool or belonged to popular e-sport gamers like Faker.

The fact is that the one who couldn't name himself AcIce was not able to name itself at all.
His pride wouldn't have allowed him to pay real money for something like a name and so, he had to find out a new username.

To do that, our "soon to become" hero used his old code. 
It was a set of rules that he made back in his childhood to make nice usernames.
1. Nothing else than letters
2. No personal information 
3. He must like it
He thought that it wasn't that hard to fulfill.
But it was.

Simple names were taken, cool names were locked and our nameless protagonist's imagination was reaching it's borders.
When it reached that those borders, he sought for inspiration rather than imagination. Since he was in the Greek server, he might as well name himself to respect the themes.
But a new problem arose: he had shitty memory and didn't much about Greece, the old one and it's mythology.

In the book that our skinless protagonist read, sometimes the hero experienced a rebirth and most of the time his memory seemed like enforced. 
At their place, he would hardly remember much than the memes of the year.

Imagination was not viable and memory neither. 
The list of allies grew thinner by the minute. But what could be a saviour soon came out as an struck of lightning.

Our nameless protagonist was feeling like a noob for caring so much for just a name and began to curse himself and the game.
"Who's the f*cking old slut's best client that pooped this idea of locked names? Is that game founded by EA? I thought that they closed after the scandal of their remake of The Witcher. What a joke. Like my life."
Then it struck; A joke! he thought then realize. Since all of this is a joke, my username might as well be!

Pull my finger, Chuck Norris fact, YouTube rewind of 2023, Soviet Russia, Hong Kong to China, Harambe, American presidents, Dragonball Evolution, SJW, things that shouldn't be joke about, If a joke was cringy, the more it would be the better it was. 
Our protagonist wasn't really good with mythical knowledges, but when it cames to puns he could say without being arrogant that he could hold his ground. But it would be funnier to say it sounding as arrogant as possible so he could say that if he claimed to be second, none would claim first or that he was unparalleled under the heavens.
One of our protagonist goal in life was to achieve a joke of the 36 degree, at the proper sense.
To do this he had elaborated a theory which is that joke were kind of like the excellent movie Inception, to be more meta, it is needed to do a joke inside a joke.
Our nameless protagonist choose that since this game is a joke, it would be the perfect ground for the "perfect" joke and it would add a free layer of meta.

To reach that goal, a strong name was needed.
To find it the information about if the username was locked or taken would be a nice clue because there was no way that salary man would find out a really strong name by themselves.
The username schematic diagram  of our nameless protagonist see itself grew bigger by the minute.
1. Nothing else than letters
2. No personal information 
3. EA reference 
4. Religion reference
5. Be meta
6. He must like it

The first two steps were easy.
The reference to a meme as dead as the company it laughs of was simple.
It was a little harder for the religion reference since there was many.
Being meta would be the challenge of the task and the last step would be owing the hazard.

World€Ating? God€Ating? €->£? ->$? ->E?
GoddEAth? DEAthagent? EAngel?
Nah, it didn't really worked nor sounded good enough.
GoddEAth sounded quite like goddess or goodness, in fact.
By the way, changing E for $, € or £ was breaking the first rule.
Our nameless protagonist realize how amazing were his parents for having giving him his name.

Out of boringness, our "soon to become" hero's feet began to walk in the little circle that he could walk on top of his grave.
It didn't help much.
After a few more circles, our skinless protagonist tried a few random words which weren't really conform to his new schematic diagram, but he didn't care anymore.
He tried a few puns like Nameless, Skinless and even username, but in vain.
They were locked.

"Who the fuck would pay for those names? Really!? Is 1234 taken too!?"
(He actually tried)
"Stop messing with me! This isn't real! It's..."
Suddenly, there was a new struck of lightning in that brainless head.
It almost seemed like there was a cumulonimbus instead of a brain.
In fact, a rotten brain may look like it...
But that's not the point, our "soon to not be anymore" nameless protagonist was trying a new username and it worked.

"Would you like to take that name?"
"Yes."
"You're the first one to create it, would you like to pay to lock it so that you're the only one with it?"
"That won't be necessary."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes! I want to play the game!"
"Welcome MEssiAhrounder."

From then, if someone asked MEssiAhrounder wtf is that name, he would answer that he doesn't mind being called Messy, but nothing else. 
Jokes shouldn't be explained.

For a letter that I did not read, that I received by a accident I got a work that ain’t one in a game that didn’t feel like one.
Yet, a mix of “fortunate” coincidences that were adding up, some NPCs & players who knew things that they shouldn’t and a timely sense of déjà-vu convinced me to look further.

Feeling his colleagues' gazes on him, Chuck, who held an uncanny resemblance to a gorilla, tried to argue. "Rose didn't find the clue. Officer Alison did!"
Alison didn't take the credit. She denied it loudly. "Chuck, you p*ssy! Rose was the one who found it!"
"It's true. Officer Alison only told Officer Rose about the condition of the house," Li Du added supportively. "Officer Rose was the one who noticed something wrong and insisted on going back to check on the place again."
"Bullsh*t!" Chuck exclaimed.
The middle-aged white man said coldly, "We all know that the Chinaman is bullsh*tting. But he's letting you imbeciles keep what little pride you have left. Chuck and the rest of you, apologize!"
The cop who had called Li Du a saint earlier tried to defend himself awkwardly. "Boss, Chuck did—"
"Keep your mouth shut! F*ck! Be a man!" the middle-aged white man bellowed, veins popping up on his forehead.
The cop shut his mouth and walked to face Rose. "Officer Rose, I apologize for discriminating against you before this. For Christ's sake, please forgive me."
Rose was indifferent. "Officer Capote, I gladly accept your apology. I forgive you."
Since someone had taken the lead, the others had no choice but to follow suit.
"Officer Rose, I'm sorry. It was a stupid thing for me to doubt you today. I have to say that I underestimated you."
"Hey, Officer Rose. I'm sorry for having offended you before this. Please accept my sincere apologies."
"Officer Rose, I'm sorry for not having trusted you."
Then it was Chuck's turn. The gorilla looked around, then shot a pleading look at his middle-aged supervisor.
The middle-aged white man's face didn't move, his expression as hard as nails. It was as if he didn't feel his subordinate's gaze at all.
Seeing that he was still trying to worm his way out, the cops who had already apologized spoke up in dissatisfaction before their supervisor did.
"Chuck, don't you always call yourself a real man? You can talk the talk, but you can't walk the walk?"
"D*mn it, and I took you for a hero of the Northern Police Branch of Flagstaff. I must have been blind."
"Stop dilly-dallying like a p*ssy. You should just go to Korea and get your sex-change surgery done!"
Even though he was exhausted, Li Du was on a high. He mocked, "Korea does plastic surgery. If you want to be a p*ssy, you should go to Thailand. I have a friend who is a doctor there. Do you need me to introduce you?"
Chuck glared at him viciously. Under the gazes of his colleagues, he had no choice but to go up to Rose and mutter, "I'm sorry, banana girl. D*mn it—I mean Officer Rose, sorry."
His apology held no sincerity. Rose didn't mind. She looked Chuck in the eye. "Officer Chuck, you don't need to force yourself. I will never forgive you! I will never forgive you for everything you've done to me!"
Chuck looked at his supervisor miserably.
The middle-aged white man's gaze swept across him indifferently. "You've completed your assignment for the day. You can go now. All of you can have tomorrow morning off. Report for work in the afternoon."
"Hooray!" Cheers erupted from all around.
Rose and Li Du lived closeby. They were just about to walk home when a Honda Corolla pulled up next to them. Alison stuck her head out. "My dear girl, get in the car. I'll bring you home."
Rose forced a smile. She was just about to refuse when Li Du waved a hand. "Don't say anything. Just get in the car."
Alison was trying to be friendly. This was a good opportunity for Rose to build a relationship with her. And he was tired, as well as shaken up, after being in a gunfight. He wasn't in any condition to walk home.
The motherly woman was very frank. In the car, she told Li Du, "Thank you, young man. If it weren't for you, I'd be a laughingstock."
Then she turned to Rose. "I had a lot of misunderstandings about you, my dear girl. I think that we will become quite familiar with each other. You need a partner, am I right?"
Rose was surprised. "You're willing to be my partner?"
"I can't wait! Your boyfriend may have saved my face, but you saved my life!" Alison said. "I would be glad to have a partner who pushed me away in the face of a gun!"
Rose blinked. "He isn't my boyfriend."
"You're married?" Alison was shocked. "I had no idea!"
"No, no, no." Rose's ice-like front crumbled. She blushed, waving her hands.
Alison laughed heartily. "It's fine. No need to explain. I was just joking. My dear girl, you need to know how to take a joke."
"Exactly. Jokes are what makes America great. Rose, you should smile more."
Alison pointed toward him. "Well said, young man."
When they got home, Rose let him shower first. He pushed her in, saying, "You're mad. You're on your period. Stop pushing yourself!"
Li Du regretted it the next day. He was the one who'd been pushing it.
Li Du, in his prime, and self-proclaimed body full of fire, was down with a fever.
The shock due to the gunfight and the exhaustion of using the bug beyond his limits had crashed his immune system. Considering he had also been in the rain, it was no surprise he had caught a cold.
At midnight, Li Du started sweating profusely, yet he was freezing cold. He knew that he was having night sweats.
He wanted to get out of bed to switch on the lights. But once he stepped out of bed, his legs turned to jelly, almost making him fall.
This was the worst sickness he had ever had. After his high school exams, he had needed one gallon of fluid from the hospital. But, even then, he hadn't felt as weak as this.
"D*mn!" he cursed. Through a fog, he thought, 'It's useless even if I switch on the lights. I didn't bring my first-aid kit with me when I moved here.'
He lay back down, his consciousness fuzzy.
Hearing him, Ah Meow came running over. It widened its eyes at the sight of Li Du's condition, obviously sensing that something wasn't right. Ah Meow circled him anxiously.
"Ah Meow, switch on the lights." Li Du stretched a weak, trembling hand toward the lightswitch.
Ah Meow blinked. Instantly, it ran over and leaped at the lightswitch, smacking the lights on with a paw.
Li Du felt much better with the lights on. He huddled up in his blanket and dozed off fitfully.
When he opened his eyes again, he was in a different place. There were clean white walls around him. By his sides were two other sick-beds. He could hear some people speaking in low voices.
Seeing him awake, Ah Meow jumped onto his pillow, rubbing its furry little head into Li Du's lap.
Rose said, "Your cold almost became a bout of pneumonia! Thank goodness Ah Meow woke me up by scratching on my door. Otherwise, if you had carried on sleeping on that soaking wet bed, your lungs might have been destroyed by now!"
Li Du's condition was quite poor. The doctor said that they only saw such serious colds once or twice a year.
Hans came over in the afternoon. He gave Li Du a bear hug once he stepped into the room. "Bro, I heard that you nearly died on the bed."
If Li Du hadn't been too weak, he would have kicked Hans into the air.
Hans ignored his seething. Putting on a mischievous face, he went on. "Looks like you're living a good life at your new place. But control yourself. When you get better, Big Fox will teach you some tricks, so that you can use that thing without hurting yourself!"
"F*ck off!" Li Du cursed at him in Chinese, too angry to really care.


They love gold, and they love silver. Even more so, they love gems that dazzle, like stars across the skies. 
Firearms, jewelleries, and precious metals; A collector’s world will not be complete without antiques.  
Storage auctions, old goods trade, re-estate sales and gold-digging. But the truth is, if one wants to make money, then the supreme way is through searching for the legendary treasures. 
Holding the fort, there’s an ocelot, a wolf, and an Andes condor. At the side, there’s a loyal hound, an irascible ape, and an African honey badger. Who said that you can only rely on humans when treasure hunting?! 

As soon as Amber's voice fell, Gawain turned his head and stared at her fixedly, giving her the creeps. "What… what's the meaning of that look of yours…"
Gawain looked as if he was staring at an alien. "Why would you know a Druid?"
"Why can't I know a Druid!" Amber had her arms akimbo. "At the very least, I'm a half-elf, okay? All the Druid factions in the world originated from elves, don't you know?"
If it was anyone else with pointed ears who said that it would have been convincing, but not when this elven disgrace said it. Gawain looked up and down for awhile at the bandit girl still looking bold and confident in justifying herself, then he finally came out and said, "You mean you know him in the sense that you stole something from this guy, and he tried to chase and kill you?"
"That's an insult!" Amber jumped up instantly. "How could anyone catch me stealing!"
Gawain: "…"
Why did it seem like there was something off about her rebuttal?
However, although he verbally doubted her, from the look of her, she seemed like she really did know a Druid, and she even introduced him like she was a salesperson, "Lemme tell you, this guy I know is not just a Druid, but a scholarly Druid. He knows a bit of everything. His Druid faction is the proper 'Forest Heart'. He is particularly good at dealing with plants and animals. He is absolutely reliable…"
Gawain could finally believe her words, but he did not probe about how Amber and the mysterious Druid came to know each other or his name and origin. Obviously, it would not be polite to ask these questions now. After listening to Amber's sales pitch, he asked only two questions, "Can you still reach him now? If so, how long will it take you to bring him here?"
"It's easy to reach him even though people say that Druids are hard to find, but this guy that I know of has a rather fixed area where he operates. He's just in the area along the southern borders. As for how long it will take to bring him here…"
As Amber continued talking, she kept giving Gawain the meaningful look. "I could use shadow walk when getting to him, but to get back, I'm afraid I would have to come back using the normal way and hurry the pace. How fast we come back will depend on the means of transportation, you know?"
Gawain immediately understood what she was meaning to say. With a wave of his large hand, he placed a few coins in her hand. "Go and buy new shoes."
Amber stared at him. "… I won't take this! And you should at least give me some money to give the guy a down payment, right? Even if we are acquaintances, you still have to pay to employ him, okay!"
"Why didn't you say that earlier?" Gawain was only joking with Amber. After all, it was fun to see the girl jumping up and down, but putting jokes aside, he grabbed some more gold and silver strips that were compressed into uniform sizes from his other pocket. "Take it. Get it done, and whatever remains is all yours."
Amber immediately took the glistening treasures.
Because the mint required to make coins was not yet ready, "Cecil currency" was still merely a concept. Thus for the time being, Gawain asked the craftsmen to get some gold and silver from the treasury and turn them into smaller pieces for trading with the rest of the world.
Using precious metals directly for trading was not uncommon in this world. Moreover, trading was still very primitive. Gold and silver with a certain degree of purity were considered as currencies. Usually, gold and silver were made into coins just because it was easier to carry, inspect, and count. But merchants also accepted using gold and silver directly for transactions. It was just that this type of transaction would include the additional process of inspection of purity and calculation. Thus when buying goods directly with gold and silver, the price would be increased slightly.
Of course, this was all based on the premise of the currency's credibility. If there came a day when the impurities in the nobles' coinage reached a level that could hurt the merchants, then the unofficial gold and silver bullion would in turn prevail over the currencies issued by the royal family and the dukes and become the main form of currency, and if you used gold and silver coins to buy things, it would instead be more expensive.
This was why the emblem of the god of trade was a pair of scales. On the two sides of the scales were placed a pair of scissors and an eye. The scissors and the scales were both things that the merchants carried with them. The former was used to cut gold and silver strips while the latter was used for weighing. As for the eye, merchants needed good eyesight in order to tell the purity of the metals.
Actually, if not for Gawain's obsessive-compulsive disorder, that he wanted to cast the metals into refined and unique coins, he could totally use a simpler and cruder method to make the coins. He just needed to cast the metals into round rods, then cut them into thin slices. Then use a steel seal to apply Cecil's emblem. In Anzu's year 536, the Duke of the West used this method in order to save time and labor and reduce the cost. The coins in that year were thus nicknamed "the miser's extortion toll money". It was because at that time, the western law required that all merchants entering the western region must exchange one-third of their coins for the western coins. And whenever crossing any checkpoints, they had to use these inferior coins to pay the tolls.
This world's currency and economy were just so perplexing.
Amber left happily, and the half-elf girl almost ran away floating as everyone watched. Heidi could not help but worry. "She's not going to run away with those pieces of gold and silver, is she…"
"Embezzling funds?" Gawain muttered. In his brooding, he wondered if that elven disgrace might actually be capable of such a thing…
Never mind. At this juncture, he should just have some trust in her. He had nothing else to count on anyways.
There was no one else who claimed to know Druids, was there?
After Amber left, Gawain turned his attention back to the issue on the cultivation of the land.
Norris, the old farmer, had kept his head down quietly and waited, unlike the ordinary poor people who would fidget, glance around, and rush to speak. Instead, he seemed as if he was waiting for Gawain to ask questions.
"Are there any other problems in this land?" Gawain asked. "It is best to bring up any problems that might arise as early as possible."
"If I must say, I would say that the land is higher than the river bank, making it hard for the water to be channeled into the canals. We would have to dig ditches from upstream or wells," Norris replied. "But the good thing is that during torrential rains, we don't have to worry about flooding of the land."
Channeling water… If there was a pump or some lifting machinery, this would be an easy problem to solve. Or perhaps, they could rely on the "characteristic technology" of this world by finding a Mage specializing in water elements to perform the irrigation. But obviously the second way is unreliable. Once the camp starts normal operation, there would only be an increasing amount of responsibilities on Heidi's plate. She would no longer have the opportunity to come over and serve as a human water pump. If they were to hire an official Mage to be responsible for irrigating the land… Not even the Violet Kingdom in the north or the elves in the south would do something so extravagant. Besides, even if there was no limit to Cecil's monetary resources, how many Mages would be willing to do "dirty work" that only the lower class would do?
They would rather take half the compensation to set off fireworks for banquets at the King's or nobles' castles to please those aristocratic madames and misses who stuff themselves with pills to the extent of getting the deathly pale complexion that made them look neither humans nor like ghosts.
Thus Gawain immediately dismissed the idea of finding a Mage to be a human water pump, and instead considered the solution from a mechanical perspective. Of course, if he were to do things the way that was usually done in this world, the way that the nobles would solve such problems would be to put more serfs to work. But in Gawain's opinion, it was too much of a waste to use manpower on such matters.
Just then, an ancient and effective machinery came to mind. "Have you ever heard of something called a waterwheel?"
Heidi, Norris, and Sir Philip were all dumbstruck.
Sure enough, no one had heard of such a thing.
Gawain looked at Heidi. "Do you have pen and paper?"
After getting the pen and paper, Gawain began to make a simple sketch. It was a tall wheel-like structure supported by spokes. On the outer edge of the "wheel" were fixed neatly arranged inclined drums and wooden boards. On the side of this "wheel" was drawn a water channel that extended outward.
Due to limited time, he only drew a part of the waterwheel's structure, and it was a rough drawing. But this simple yet astounding machine had an amazingly simple principle. He only needed to give a brief explanation. "This thing is a waterwheel. The river water flows underneath, pushing these wooden boards, driving the rotation of the waterwheel. Then the waterwheel will carry the water-filled drums to the top, and the water is poured into this channel. This process will continue, resulting in the water being raised to a higher ground. How high it can go depends on how big the waterwheel is, and as long as the materials are strong enough."
With that said, he added, "Of course, this is just a sketch. The principle is also very simple, and many different models can be built based upon this principle…"
Heidi was speechless as she was totally enthralled by this simple yet incredible contraption.
She could easily deduce that this machine would absolutely be useful. But before seeing this sketch, she really never thought that such a thing could exist.
It did not need manpower, nor did it require any Beyonder powers. It could work around the clock, perform work that would otherwise require lots of serfs, and it was driven by the power of nature.
She suddenly experienced "beauty" upon seeing such machinery, a word that would normally not be associated with such a crude structure.
However, Gawain still sighed. "Unfortunately there is no bamboo here, otherwise it would be much easier to build…"
Heidi did not catch what he said. "Ah? What did you just say?"
"No, nothing." Gawain waved his hand. "Do you have any thoughts about this machine?"
Heidi was about to say that it was a genius design when she saw Norris pick up a pen and draw something on a blank piece of paper. The old farmer said as he sketched. "If we were to set it directly at the river bank of the White River, it would be prone to be affected by the river's condition. It would not be useful during the dry season. If another channel could be dug from the river, during the dry season…"
Noting the sudden silence around him, Norris quivered and immediately threw the pen away fearfully, trembling as he stepped back, "Lord, I was only…"
However, Gawain's response surprised him. "Can you write?"


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.

Julia Roberts took her first action after meeting with Qin Guan. She bent forward from the shadows.
Her fair skin looked transparent under the light. Her long earrings were hanging on her shoulders, swaying back and forth.
Her lips opened slightly. Her sweet lippie looked sticky as she opened her mouth. A low, sexy voice came out of her throat. "Just call me Olivia!"
"Is that the character from the ‘King's Night’?" Qin Guan was confused.
"Exactly, Chuck. You surprise me. You are not like those other assassins," she said before she left the quiet booth with her handbag without hesitation.
Her white long boots wrapped around her slender legs. Her black fur coat was like a black river flowing around her body. She was a complete temptation.
Qin Guan craned his head to see her back view as she walked down the end of the corridor.
At the end of the scene, Director George said, "Cut!" His voice broke the silence. The whole crew let out a long breath. Shooting at night was the most annoying. Any small mistake could be expanded and everyone was inclined to get bored and angry.
George had chosen that short scene as a trial for Qin Guan and Julia, so they could get to their exciting erotic scene as soon as possible.
The stylist went up to Qin Guan fast. She was eager to get some sleep after the scene.
She was working on Qin Guan's curly hair, when Julia went back for a new costume, smiling brightly to warm up the winter night. She put her hand on Qin Guan's hair naughtily and pulled...
"Ouch!" Qin Guan screamed out.
What are you doing, elder sister?
Julia’s symbolic wide mouth formed an "O". She didn't stop though.
She wrapped a lock around her finger and then let it go. The lock was sticking out of Qin Guan’s hair now.
"Wow! it's real hair. It’s so elastic!"
So you just wanted to test my hair? That's why people call you silly!
Qin Guan was speechless. Julia seemed to be still interested in his hair though. That Asian boy was so cute! In her opinion, he had to have a sensitive heart under that perfect face, just like she did.
Before she could make another attempt, George shouted at the crew.
"Get ready, everyone! This is the last scene for tonight."
The crew put down their glasses. Qin Guan and Julia sat down by the table, leaning their heads slightly towards the camera and the director.
"Three, two, camera!" The funniest scene was about to begin.
Julia smiled in her black evening dress with her typical indifference and charm. Her V-neck dress was very revealing.
"Why are you here tonight?" Qin Guan placed his arm on the dining table. His voice was very seductive.
A fire was burning in the fireplace. It was the only source of light in the room.
Julia lowered her eyes, and then looked up again. "I don’t know. Your charm is remarkable."
Qin Guan took a sip of the transparent drink in his glass, slowly shaking the leftover wine. His gaze was deep and dangerous.
The cameras zoomed forward. No background was visible through the lens. Only their features and the white candlesticks were visible in the dark.
They looked at each other, communicating through their eyes. Julia felt dizzy by Qin Guan's charm.
Suddenly, she moved. Using her full strength, she pushed all the tableware to the floor.
Crack! The smashing sound was savage.
Qin Guan moved too. Her identity was not important. He just acted on his desire. He strode onto the table like a beast catching its prey and bent forward to touch Julia’s face.


Qin Guan was reborn and sent back to his final semester in High School 18 years ago. Getting a second chance at life, he works hard to turn things around and eventually become a Prince Charming. What will his life be like the second time around? What will he have to go through? How will he succeed in turning from a loser into a Prince Charming? Read this story carefully and find out!

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