These Great Stories Are not written by me I just happened to remember them from childhood so I think why not post them.
 
English is not my mother language so sorry for mistakes

Short Inspirational stories are powerful reads;

The great thing about them is that they’re so easy to digest, and there’s always a moral at the end of the story.

Whether they’re true stories or not is another thing, as many of them are legends supposedly hundreds of years old.

However, the stories that I’m talking about are so powerful and inspirational that many of them really do get you thinking and even leave you speechless at times.

Some of the authors on Webnovels were inspired to write their own stories after reading the works of famous authors. Perhaps some of them believed that they could do a better job. Some of them ran out of things to read, so they decided to write the "story" that they want to read. While others… just want to write a story that they think will be popular to the readers.

Ironically, the stories that they had written also inspired other readers to write their own stories as well. Hopefully, this cycle will never end. So that the future generations will be able to read new and exciting stories that will show them a world filled with sword, magic, cultivation, and Lo--

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Xandarx: There's a reason for them to be famous as they have their style

Zenith: lol.

Xandarx: You can see it from their work, it's true. Like their character has embedded into the book. This is what make them different I think.

Zenith: I know. But not everyone is as great as you show them to be. They learn from their previous works While we are still struggling to finish one.

Xandarx: Yeah, I know.

Zenith: They move on and get better that's where the difference lies. If you see any CN author who made it big, you can see that they had their share of experience before getting there, or for that matter, any author in the Western world.

Murakami: Not necessarily publishing houses only accept works they think will sell.

Zenith: The ones who get it big the first time are rare.

Murakami: So you might not see how they built up to their debut novel. Authors can have 15-20 scrapped novels b4 they debut, and the public don't get to read a single one.

Reili: Yikes.

Xandarx: Yeah.

Zenith: That doesn't make the author lose his experience of writing those scrapped novels that's the point I was making.

Murakami: But it also means that it's more like hit and miss.

Reili: True because they don't get the feedback from fans.

Murakami: They get limited feedback from an agent/editor who doesn't want to read their work.

Zenith: Yeah, but it surely is better than nothing.

Murakami: And they're left with a bunch of abstract and vague advice that they have no idea how to implement.

Reili: If they don't enjoy it, the feedback won't be as insightful.

Zenith: They can learn from their mistakes from reading their own works.

Reili: Well…

Zenith: If possible, from platforms.

Murakami: If they knew how to do that they'd fix it and publish it.

Reili: It would make the process easier if someone who enjoys the book to give them better feedback.

Zenith: It's called rewriting from scratch, and it takes a tonne of time if the author feels more interested in some other idea of his, he would do that.

Reili: I suppose so since the author being inspired will bring his book along.

VKBoy: If the ones giving review are professional editors, then they don't necessarily have to have read your work with immersion because their suggestions will still likely cover the basic flaws that amateurish writers usually make.

Reili: Point taken.

Zenith: Yeah.

Murakami: @VKBoy if they spot those errors they'll put down the manuscript after the first page

Reili: Then again, its a little bit like movie critics. They may hate the movie, but fans love it.

Zenith: Yeah.

Murakami: And then send a reply saying, "Don't send in another manuscript until you learn how to write properly."

Zenith: Professionals in the said field prefer not taking risks. Especially in movies, but books, you can keep trying.

VKBoy: Well, if there are errors in the first page itself, that's a whole different thing, lol.

Reili: True.

Murakami: No, but a good editor can tell the writing quality from just the first page even if you've crafted it perfectly, they can just tell that the rest will be shit.

Reili: You have to also take into account of one punch man. The original comic looks terrible, but the redraw made it amazing.

Zenith: That's smartness of the creator.

VKBoy: Well, in one punch man's case, it got attention from the companies after it got popular in the online communities.

Reili: So a persons writing and grammar may be terrible, but with a little editing, the story itself could be amazing.

Zenith: You can let the editor do the Shi*t and focus on your story, It works.

Overlord Venus: Yeah, solo leveling is a good example. The story is bland.

Reili: But it would also help if the author re-reads the edit to make sure the essence of their story is still there.

HavenlyJeep: Essence and core backbone.

Zenith: @Reili It depends on what the author wants, and how much work he is willing to put in.

Reili: @Zenith true.

VKBoy: Of course, some editors just butcher the style of the author.

Reili: Same but honestly I just use Grammarly and the read aloud function in word to make sure the chapter makes sense.

Zenith: You can learn about writing, grammar, editing if you truly want. It is just the question of, would you?

Reili: I'm more into thinking up ideas and writing them than editing.

VKBoy: Editing is also writing, mate. Rewriting is where real writing lies.

Zenith: It's a skill in writing a story, but your choice.

Reili: Point taken.

Murakami: You can't be a writer without being an editor.

Zenith: Editing it yourself can help you keep the heart of the story.

Reili: That being said, the more I write, the better my basic grammar became.

Zenith: You will keep the feels right.

Reili: Editing is now part of the process.

Zenith: And not make it just sound or look better, you give what the story wants
And that is a great thing.

Reili: Creative freedom.

Zenith: I want to learn grammar and revise what I learned.

VKBoy: @Zenith Learning grammar will take years, so take it slow and steady. That way, memories stick with you for longer times.

Reili: I do read mtl sometimes since I can't wait for chaps, but then I find myself reading in broken English and must stop.

Murakami: I'd like to correct that statement VKBoy. Learning grammar is easy
learning "usage" is hard.

VKBoy: lol, if you read mtl, your IQ drops. Believe me, this can affect a person's writing skill in the long run.

Reili: Definitely, which is why I stopped.

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Author's Notes

I'm sure you've read this a few times in the previous chapters, but I had been reading MTL chapters for the past few years. I usually read "Completed" stories, and most of them are around 2-4k chapters each. Of course, I read the translated chapters first. After I reach the latest translated chapter, I will immediately jump to *cough* Google Translate.

Yeah~ I know. Reading chapters through Google Translate was the most…epic mistake I did in the past. I've finished World Defying Dan God, Battle Through the Heavens uhh…and a few more novels using Google Translate.

In the later years, I discovered lnmtl.com, which gave me a better translation (at least the names of the characters are not written like Cloud Che instead of Yun Che (Against the Gods). 

To be perfectly honest, If I didn't start writing, I would have continued to read these machine translated chapters even now. Reading MTL works if English is not your first language.

This is something that those with English as their main language will scoff at. However, for those who just want to read. As in reading something without worrying about anything else, then they won't care even if it's a machine translated chapter. As long as they will be able to read the NEXT chapter, then it's all good.

This is also the reason why I admire translators. If not for them, these stories that we are not aware of will not be able to grace us with their presence. I would like to thank the translators of my favorite novels like Lord of Mysteries, Release that Witch, Against the Gods, Cultivation Chatgroup, Second Coming of Avarice, and so many other titles that I won't be able to list here.

To my beloved readers, if there will come a time when you feel like writing a story of your own and you're reading machine translated chapters, please stop now. I'm saying this for your own good. 

I understand how you feel. Believe me I do, but for the sake of the story you're going to write in the future, heed my advice. Stop now, while you still have the chance. Learning how to write from scratch with broken English is a painful process.

Then again, if you find an editor who is a masochist, consider yourself lucky. Let them clean up your mess for you, so you can focus on writing your story, and learn the art of writing while you write.

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P.S The Cover Drawing is not mine. I just find it nice so I used it. Full credits go to the owner.

White, very white, other than that there's no way Zhong Yue can describe the place she's in. Chair white, table white, book white, ceiling white, walls white, fan white and a strange floating orb also white. She can guess what happened to her.

"Host, can you hear me?" A childish voice sounded across the room.

I can hear you quite clearly, but must I believe so, Yue thought.

"Host, do you want to know how you died?" An intriguing tone came.

It's a system. I must have died in my sleep after all.

"Host?"

"Do tell." Although she can guess, she still wanted to know.

The white book flashed and floated from the table in front of her. Pages flipped and stopped and on it, a picture started moving. It was her on her bed. Black curly hair, cream pale skin, long black eyelashes, slender hands and legs curled up in a ball. A beauty, she is.

And then, she rolled... off the bed. Her head struck the floor and like that she died?!

Yue could tell that now her eyes must have enlarged quite shocked at the scene.

Can't believe I died that way!

"Host..."

"Say which system are you? What do I have to do? Is there's a beginner's pack? And any rewards at the end?" She didn't want to hear any comforting words about such an awkward incident. She wanted to know what would happen from now on. She had no regrets. Although she still wanted to do much more in her life.

"Host, I'm Hong Yue, #0078 Treasure Saving System. I will help you across the worlds in saving the treasures that should have protected the world in incoming crises but because of the protagonist of that world, they were used up or destroyed leading to the world's destruction afterwards."

Quite a protagonist they are, destroying the world instead of saving it.

"Since the host don't has any specialities that may help ahead, I will provide the host with 3 skills to choose from which you can learn and 1000 points as starting value."

Saying I don't have any specialities that may help is very rude.

"Host, you will be able to save yourself from death upon collecting enough life points at the end. And, host may shift between the real world and other previously visited worlds upon collecting their fragments."

So, I have a chance to resurrect and cross in-between the visited worlds. Not bad!

The pages again flipped and a page recording her information came up.

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Name: Zhong Yue
Age: 17
Occupation: Inter School Student, Host #0078
Specialities: Reading novels fast, Writing short stories and poems, Great at English, Good in Academics
Points: 1000
Items:
Skills: Music (Not practiced), Computer (Not practiced), Dancing (Not practiced)
Life Points: 0/100
World Fragments:

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Dancing, too lazy to do.
Music don't want to.
Computer can do. It's something she like. After all, novels can be easily searched through it.

Yue slightly touched on 'Computer'. And three options came up. Hacking, Coding and Hardware Designing.

"Hong Yue, do you know which world I have to go?" She can choose her skills according to the upcoming world.

"Host, right now, you're eligible to choose a world from these three.

World 1: Blue Rose (Campus Romance)
World 2: Black Code (Gaming)
World 3: Pearl Ring (Showbiz)

Host, these all are at beginner levels and you won't need any help on these."

Campus Romance, while she's a fan of such but it's still tough to go against the protagonist in these as they will be supported by their lovers heavily. Showbiz absolutely can't be because she's not good at acting. Only gaming is left.

"Hong Yue, I will choose the second world."

"Host, what about skills?"

"Coding."

"Coding is further divided into three.

Coding (Beginner): Exceptional game play, Dialogues, Animations, Simple Apps and Programmes
Coding (Intermediate): Digital Graphics, Life-like Skills, Interactions
Coding (Advanced): Virtual Reality, Thoughts, speaking without typing, Creating Another World

Host will have to start from the Beginner to move on to Advanced. Host may confirm the commands."

"The Black Code and Coding (Beginner)."

"Command initiated." That was the last childish voice Yue heard before she was sent in a room alone with a manual for coding and PC for practicing.

It was tiring and stressing.

She spent a whole week before she was able to finish learning Coding at Beginner's stage. She was now adapted at creating a game with exceptional game play, dialogues and animations. And simple apps and programmes were too easy to make. At least, now she was able to recreate a Tomb Raider II from her skills. It turned to be very beneficial for her to bind with this system. After she goes back to her world, she will be exceptional in her studies and will be able to outshine others very well.

The white book flashed in front of her. It was now able to come before her whenever she thought of it. More convenient than Hong Yue.

Pages flashed and stopped at her details.

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Name: Zhong Yue
Age: 17
Occupation: Inter School Student, Host #0078
Specialities: Reading novels fast, Writing short stories and poems, Great at English, Good in Academics
Points: 1000
Items:
Skills: Music (Not practiced), Computer {Hacking (Not practiced), Coding (Beginner), Hardware Designing (Not practiced)}, Dancing (Not practiced)
Life Points: 0/100
World Fragments: Black Code (Not Collected)

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"Host, are you ready?" Hong Yue asked.

"Yes."

"Initiating transfer... 2%, 5%, 7%..." A monotonous voice sounded as Zhong Yue lost her consciousness.

Zhong Yue, an addicted novel reader, died by a silly accident. She fell off her bed. Opening her eyes and finding herself in a white room, she realised that she was chosen. But why? She had yet to know. Will she find as she travels through the worlds? Or will she discover another life?

- Cover is picked up from Pinterest. And then edited by me.-

PLEASE READ: This chapter is kind of the "Prologue" of the story. It's very important to read and understand this chapter thoroughly because it explains the world my characters live in. This chapter is written in ENGLISH because according to my friends (who proofreads my chapters before I publish them. Thank you very much!), it is easier to understand when it is written in English than in Filipino. However, after this "prologue", I will proceed using the FILIPINO LANGUAGE for the future chapters. Thank you! I hope you enjoy reading this story! 



KIRIAN SCHOOL FOR GOOD AND EVIL
GOLDEN TREE, BRANCH OF THE RIGHT, MEDIOCRIS
ROOM 205, HISTORY CLASS
YEAR 2X20

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"WE ALL KNOW that the world of Mediocris is only living because of magic," said Professor Joannah who has a tall but slim figure. A pair of circular glasses made out of metal is sitting comfortably on her pointed nose while her long black hair, with a few strands of white, is pinned into a bun on top of her head.

"We use magic everyday. In cooking our meals, the transportation we ride to school, the electricity that gives light to our homes—everything. Everything you see around you exists because of magic." Her lips couldn't help but curve into a smile as she saw every student in her class roam their eyes around in awe and wonder. They looked at every little thing they see as if it was something magical, something precious and out of this world.

"In fact, even the train we ride to get into different districts, the Starlight Express, is functioning and working only because of magic. The coal specifically used for it is made out of magic." Even if it couldn't be seen because of the long skirt of her dark purple dress, the sound of her heels hitting the floor is heard throughout the room. "However, my dear students, have you ever wondered where magic comes from? How we can use it and whether—what if someday, it ceases to exist?"

Horror was immediately present in the eyes of her students. They started whispering, chattering to each other. They exchanged and debated their ideas and the whole class became full of discussions that made Professor Joannah's smile even wider.

Even if she doesn't have the power to read minds, the knew about the ideas that her students may have thought about. Really, even she who is a highly respected professor in Kirian School for Good and Evil doesn't know what would happen if magic really does ceases to exist.

The end, maybe. The end to the world of Mediocris, to the world where fairytales come true.

"Well, anyway." She caught her students' attention. "We aren't going to talk about what could possibly happen when magic ceases to exist or what. We are going to talk about where the magic we use for our everyday lives come from. So, does anyone have any idea? Please raise your hand if you do." The class' noise suddenly disappeared and turned into dull silence.

Professor Joannah roamed her sight around the room. Some students were bowing their heads as if they were shy and afraid to make eye contact with her. Some even boldly turns their head away whenever they accidentally come into contact with her eagle-like eyes. She observed the whole classroom left and right as if every corner of the room cannot escape her sight.

In the midst of so many students, one hand emerged. And the owner of this hand was Caprise Swallowtail, the smartest student in the entire 7-Ruby section. In fact, it's not just in the whole class she's recognized as the most intelligent but also in their whole batch of freshmen. 

With her deep ocean-blue eyes, small but pointy nose, pinkish soft lips, and golden wavy hair that cascades down and shapes her face with clear and fair skin, it's no wonder that's she's considered as the most beautiful and most popular student in their batch, even almost beating the School's Madonna. 

"Please stand up and share us your thoughts, Ms. Swallowtail," said Professor Joannah, smiling as she signaled the young lady to stand up.

"Um, I've already known about the story behind Mediocris' magic for a long time," she started with her gentle voice, looking into the eyes of her classmates. "I've heard about it from my father when I was just a child. He said that Mediocris' magic comes from Earth, the humans' world."

Most of the students of 7-Ruby gasped. They looked at their other classmates and exchanged looks. Their eyes were widened and they stared at each other as if the question in their eyes could be answered by the others'. They were overwhelmed while only a few handful did not overreact as if the fact that was shared by Caprise Swallowtail was known by them too. 

One of the overwhelmed male students raised his hand which made Professor Joannah's eyebrow arch in interest. She gave him permission to speak and the young boy stood up and faced Caprise Swallowtail. "How is Earth the source of our world's magic when we all know that there is no any sign of magic existing in the human world?" 

Most of the students nodded their heads upon hearing his question. They all agreed with the question because it is the same unanswerable question they had in their minds.

Caprise smiled at the question thrown to her. "Through fairytale books, Eliot."

Eliot's brows furrowed in confusion. "Huh, fairytales? What do you mean? May you elaborate your answer?"

"The stories happening here in the lands of Mediocris are turned into books—into fairytale books, and they are sent to Earth for the humans to reads." 

"But isn't that how it really works? We Mediocrians send fairytale books to humans for them to read because duh, books are meant to be read!" Eliot lightly scoffed at Caprise which made the girl irritated at her classmate's stupidity and lack of knowledge.

She was even ready to retort when Eliot suddenly gasped as he realized something. "Wait. By fairytale books . . ." His eyes squinted at her in suspicion. "Did you mean the great stories of Cinderella, Red Riding Hood, Snow White, and many more?"

"Yes, that's right." Caprise nodded. "Mediocris automatically writes stories about what's going on on her land. And with a fairytale storybook finished, she sends them into her seven roots connected to the seven continents of the Earth."

"Wait, what?" Eliot's face scrunched up in disbelief together with the other students in class. Seven roots, seven continents, and then fairytale books! They looked suspiciously at Caprise. They weren't sure whether the girl was really intelligent or was just plain crazy. 

Caprise would've loved to speak further and explain but Professor Joannah stopped her before she even said something to please Eliot's curiosity and confusion. "Please take your seat, you two. You were both amazing and confident in sharing your thoughts and opinions about our topic but allow me to just explain it to the whole class so that it would be clear and no confusions would further be made."

When her two students finally sat down, Professor Joannah genuinely smiled. She looked at Caprise in respect and awe as she acknowledged the young lady's intelligence.

"All of the sayings shared by Caprise were all correct, everyone. But before I further explain why is that, let me show you a three-dimensional image of Mediocris so you can fully understand how our world functions."

Professor Joannah suddenly snapped her fingers and the spectacles she was wearing earlier vanished and turned into a wooden wand now held by her hand. She waved the wand and whispered a spell in the air.

After the whispering of the spell came a transparent three-dimensional model of a tree. A tree that sits on top of Earth with its seven large roots staked on the spherical planet, specifically on the seven continents. It seems as if the tree is a hand grasping the planet in its palm.

With the spell she whispered finished, she snapped her fingers once again and her magic wand vanished and turned back into the circular eyes glasses she wore atop her nose earlier.

"This tree we have here . . . " Professor Joannah pointed on the tree's trunk. "This is Mediocris. And its top," she then pointed on the top of the tree where its luscious green leaves are mostly found branching out. "This is where the large land of Mediocris is found. If on Earth they have seven continents then here in Mediocris we only have one, a supercontinent named Kirian Continent."

While Professor Joannah is speaking, she zooms in further in the model where the names of the different places found in the land appeared. It looked like a map, except it's three-dimensional and not flat.

"Found at the center, the middle of Kirian Continent is the Golden Tree." The three-dimensional model is still being zoomed-in until a golden-colored tree is seen. "The Golden Tree is like a miniature version of Mediocris because just like Mediocris, there sits a place on top of its leaves too." Professor Joannah zoomed-in further with her fingers. "This . . ." images of buildings and infrastructures appeared. "this is where the Kirian Government Buildings are found."

Her students nodded their heads mechanically as they looked at the three-dimensional model in front of them in awe. Never in their entire life have they ever thought that Mediocris was actually a tree and not a spherical planet like Earth!

Professor Joannah then slightly zoomed out of the model, just enough to be able to see the whole Golden Tree. "Do you see these two branches?" She asked as she constantly pointed on the two branches found across each other.

One on the right and one on the left, and the difference between the two is the right one has its leaves golden while the one on the left has its leaves in black. If there are probably no leaves that could be seen on the left branch, those who'll see it will most likely conclude that that part of the tree is dead.

"This is the place where the former Selsmere Institute for Evil stood," Professor Joannah said while gesturing at the almost dead black left branch. "While the one here on the right is where the former Graparia School for Good was founded."

Suddenly, silence enveloped the whole class. "And now this is where our current school is located, the Kirian School for Good and Evil," the professor said, still pointing on the right golden branch. "Unfortunately, the former Selsmere Institute for Evil has been closed off by the Kirian Government because they decided to merge the Good and Evil Schools into one."

Before Professor Joannah could continue to discuss, a small hand appeared within the students. "What is it?" the professor asked but she saw no body rise to speak up their mind.

Suddenly, a young man with a small bodice stood on top of his desk, trying to catch the attention of his professor and classmates by hopping. "Ma'am! Here! Here!"

"Oh my, so it is Mr. Rody Midget!" Professor Joannah was quite shocked when she caught sight of her student from a gnome family jumping up and down just to catch their attention. "I'm so sorry child. Yes, please. Do you have any questions, dear?"

"Why did the Kirian Government close down the Selsmere Institute for Evil?" the student with dark green eyes and sharp pointy ears said that made the other students feel shameful for having him as their classmate.

"This dwarf! How can he not know the story about them?"

"This Rody! Don't tell me he has not heard of their story!"

"Impossible! How can he not have heard of it? Every child in Mediocris for sure has heard of them!"

The whole rooms was filled with whispers of shock. Some even had ridicule in their voices as they cannot believe that there is still a Mediocrian that does not know about their story.

"Shh . . ." Professor Joannah brought her index finger to her lips. "Silence, everyone." She started walking around the room again, with her heels hitting the floor in rhythm. "Your classmate, Rody Midget came from the family of gnomes, of dwarves! And most dwarves live in secrecy in forests, caves, and towns underground! Of course it would be acceptable that Rody has not heard of their story! Dwarves live in seclusion and isolation from the outside world, unless they really have to make contact with other Mediocrians!"

Professor Joannah sighed as she saw the guilt in her students eyes. If she had let them be, for sure they would have start bullying Rody. She is not that fond of bullying because she knows that bullying can hindrance one's full capability of learning. Especially here in their world where there's competition almost everywhere.

After walking around the room, Professor Joannah ended up in front of the class, where a rectangular wooden table full of books and a chair is found. She walked towards the chair and dragged it to the center-front of the room, making sure that every student in her class would be able to see it. She sat down.

She snapped her fingers, asking for her magic wand and when it did appear, she whispered a spell that made a piece of white chalk float from its box. When it stopped floating, just across the huge blackboard on the wall with it ready to write, Professor Joannah snapped her fingers again to return her wand back to its initial form.

"Caprise said that Mediocris' magic came from Earth. And what she said is correct. We are able to gain magic through the fairytale storybooks we send to the human world. Mediocris is alive because of her writing her people's fairytale stories.

"However, until now, no one knows how the stories were written. No one knows who writes them. The only thing our government knows is that the books just suddenly appear at the center-most part of Kirian Continent. It appears at the Mediocris Golden Library.

A student raised their hand, and even without Professor Joannah's permission, she spoke because of excitement. "Ma'am, by Mediocris Golden Library, do you mean that library? The library where all the fairytale stories of Mediocris are stored? The library that holds even the story of our Queen Snow White?"

"Yes, it is that library." The student sat back down with a huge smile on her face when Professor Joannah answered her question. "Do you remember the seven roots of Mediocris that's connected to the seven continents of the Earth?" 

The chalk started writing whatever Professor Joannah was saying.

Almost every student nodded their heads. "At the tip of each of those seven huge roots is a portal. And because there are seven roots, then that means that there are seven portals found on Earth that can serve as the gateway between the two worlds. Between Mediocris and Earth."

"And that is also the reason why we have the Seven Guardians. They are the seven families that holds the key to the seven portals and they have existed since era of The Great War. Four families came from the Good while the other three came from the Evil. The Good overpowers the Evil to give balance to the powers of Mediocris and to prevent corruption in the government."

"The Swallowtail Familia, Zegworth, Straglins, and Beltrice Familia are the four families that came from the Good," as Professor Joannah said that, most of the students looked at their classmate, Caprise Swallowtail, with respect present in their eyes. The girl then smiled with pride, representing her family's glory and fame. "While Herildice, Sphinx, and the Whitelly Familia came from the Evil."

All of the students turned their heads back to Professor Joannah when they heard their surname. The Whitelly Familia . . .

"They also serve as Mediocris' messengers. They are the ones that gives the stories of Mediocris to the humans. For example, the messengers would show the story of the fairytale book assigned to them through the dreams of a book writer or a film director. When that human wakes up, he would then immediately create a work of art with the story in mind. A painting, a novel, a movie, a theatre play, and many more. So long as it's a work of art and it's appreciated by the people of Earth then it will do."

"You are probably thinking about what is the connection of art forms to how Mediocris gets her magic." The students nodded their head in response. They don't understand. "Art forms . . . paintings, theatre plays, novels . . . that is where we get our magic." 

The students of 7-Ruby stared at Professor Joannah with dumbfounded looks on their faces. It made her chuckle. "Once the story becomes popular in the human world, once it becomes appreciated, admired, given importance, and loved by humans, that is where our magic is born. In love! Humans can't see them, but as their hearts giggle, as they appreciate, admire, and give importance to the stories Mediocris had written, our magic is born!"

The whole room was in silence. All their eyes were glued to their professor.

"My students, you should study well. Because you children are the hope of our world, the hope of Mediocris!" Professor Joannah stood up and smiled at them. "You will be the future characters of Mediocris, and without the characters, there will be no story, and without a story, there will be no magic. In short, the magic of Mediocris comes from us, her people. Magic comes from within our hearts!"

The glistening eyes of the each and every student inside the classroom were full of admiration and pride. They were shining like stars and were full of hope. It was as if a hidden fire started burning in their hearts that motivated them to do well and improve their education. 

Professor Joannah smiled widely as she saw this. She felt prideful. She knew that this class of hers can inspire other students to do well in the future. The sighed, "I guess that's where I'm going to finish our lesson today? I'm sure you're all tired of listening to me."

The students' eyes grew wide in shock. No! They absolutely completely know what comes right after this! They completely know!

Professor Joannah walked towards her desk and started to arranged a pile of papers. The students eyed those pile of papers in horror. "Why don't we finish our class with a surprise quiz—"

NO!

Most of the students stood up from their chairs which greatly shocked their professor. "But Professor Joannah! You haven't shared their story yet!"

"Yes, yes! Their story!"

"You promised us that you would share their story to us after your discussion."

Professor Joannah's eyes arched in confusion as she sat back down to her chair. Promised? "Oh really, I promised that?" Pfft, promise her ass! She knows she did no promises to them! Good Lord, their story is very long for her. For sure at the end of her storytelling, her saliva and throat would cease to exist.

"Yes, definitely!" the students said in chorus until a voice suddenly spoke aloud. "We only wanted to hear their great and amazing story from Professor Joannah because you're such a great storyteller! But we know you're already old and easy to get tired, so out of the goodness in our hearts, we will just ask you to rest."

Professor Joannah suddenly stood up. "O-old? Old and easy to get tired? What old and easy to get tired! I'm still strong! Who said that?!" She roamed her eyes around the whole room. The class turned dead silence as if no one was just teasing her to be old and easy to get tired. 

The old lady—err, the professor! The professor suddenly sat down on her chair again with her checks puffed in red. "Fine! Because you students are pestering me to tell their story and because I'm no old and easy to get tired lady, I will tell you their story!"

"HOORAY!"

Professor Joannah faked a cough. "About 100 years ago, in one of the Seven Guardian Familias, fraternal twin witches, a boy and a girl, was born. They were named Victor and Vivi Whitelly . . ."



TO BE CONTINUED . . .

"Because sometimes, in every bad, there is good."

Coming from a renowned family of evil witches, meeting other people's expectations is a huge struggle for Victor and Vivi--the Whitelly Family's boy-girl twins. Especially since they believe that the ways of being a witch prevents their principle and conducts of being good from happening. Stuck in Selsmere Institute, a breeding ground for future fairytale villains, Victor and Vivi have no choice but to pretend to be bad, evil, and malicious just to fit in with their harsh and cold society.

But can you really stop what your heart yearns for to happen? Even though the evil that runs in your blood tries to oppose it? 

How can they prove that not all witches are bad?

Join the adventures of the Whitelly Twins, Victor and Vivi, as they journey through the path of becoming Good witches in the magical world of Mediocris, the world where fairytale stories came from. 

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DISCLAIMER:
The picture on the book cover used by this story is NOT MINE. I just found it somewhere in Pinterest. I tried reaching out to the real artist but I couldn’t so I just used it without his/her consent. I just edited the picture and added some text. So if you want me to remove it, please message me and I will gladly do so. Thank you.


[BOOK IS CURRENTLY ON HIATUS BECAUSE I AM WRITING ANOTHER BOOK FOR A CONTEST.]

Hi!

First of all, thanks so much for reading my story, Army of True Salvation. :) 

Currently, I've asked for someone to translate this story into pure Tagalog and someday soon, I will be editing this story so that cringey moments would be changed and it won't be so "conyo" to read. XD

Another thing, if you're interested, the English version of Army of True Salvation is still ongoing and is also about to end in a few days. :) This version is earlier by a day so soon, the English version would be finished. 

Also, to be honest, the English version of Army of True Salvation is better and I did some major changes in the story (maybe even for Sheloah's love preference. :O). If you are interested, you may read the story, just search "Army of True Salvation (English)" and it will show up. ^^ As of now, the English version has 140k+ views more compared to this version. :)

I would also like to plug in my other stories. :) If you are interested, here are the titles and provided below are their specific synopsis as well. ^^ 

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1. The Arcane Book 
Status: Completed
No. of Chapters: 28
Genre: Fantasy-Male Lead
Views: 31k
Synopsis:
Only those with great intentions can see this book and those chosen by the book will make its desired story... but you will never return.

2. Accidentally Made a Harem of Familiars With a Kiss
Status: Ongoing
No. of Chapters: 4
Genre: Fantasy-Female Lead (Reincarnation)
Views: 1,592
Synopsis:
Aranea Nestmile, together with her twin sister, Elenea Nestmile, received an invitation to enroll in a magic school.
Their foster mother was ecstatic to receive such news, however, she felt doubt on how Aranea had received such an invitation, when in fact, she did not possess any magical powers, compared to her twin sister having musical healing powers!
That was what most people thought... until Aranea kissed her phone, transforming it into a man who claimed to be her loyal familiar!
Maybe Aranea may not be as powerless as they think she is...

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After I finish Army of True Salvation (English), I would be focusing on Accidentally Made a Harem of Familiars With a Kiss and it would be a LONGER novel compared to the stories I've done now. :)

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Even though you're silent readers, you reading my work motivates me but you leaving feedback would motivate me even more! (*U*)

Again, I am very thankful that you have read my story and thank you for inspiring me to continue writing and to make more stories. ^^

PS: There are two chapters I've posted after this announcement which shows a preview on the English version. Feel free to read! ^^

Hindi mo inakala ang ganitong pangyayari. Nananahimik ka lang, nakikinig sa klase, at bigla na lang nagbago ang mundo.

Zombie Apocalypse.

Are you ready to survive, fight for your life, and strive in order for you not to die?

Are you willing to carry a knife, hold a gun, and kill zombies even though they may be your family, friends, or someone you know?

It's your choice.

You may choose to survive or if you are too scared, you may choose to die and become a zombie.

But if you have chosen to survive...

You are already part of the "Army of True Salvation."

Chili Pepper always knew that he was different from the other dragons. First off, he was a lot smaller. Most dragons were the size of a house or bigger but Chili Pepper was the size of a house cat. Second, while most dragons were fierce, Chili Pepper was timid. He was always too afraid to defend his territory from another dragon or do battle with a knight. But he did have one thing going for him; what he lacked in size he made up for in brains. Chili Pepper was a lot smarter than other dragons and not just by the standards of animals. Chili Pepper was also book smart.
While most dragons could speak the language of the country they lived in, Chili Pepper could speak fluent English, Spanish, Greek, Italian, Chinese, Japanese, Latin, Scottish, and Irish as well as his native French. He was also interested in geography, mythology, theology, and history; spending hours in his cave reading up on the subjects. Most dragons sought out gold, silver, and precious jewels to add to their ever growing hordes. Chili Pepper sought out knowledge, scrolls, and books. He had met with and studied under some of the most learned men in Europe and Asia and had even been down to Egypt a few times to learn the history of the pharaoh, pyramids, and Great Sphinx.
In his travels he had made many friends among many different creatures and a few humans. Many scholars found him to be a great student; always eager to learn and curious about everything there was to know in the world and beyond it. Many of the creatures loved to hear his stories of his time with the humans and what he learned from them thus allowing him to pass his knowledge on to them. But his greatest adventure was yet to begin.
                            ---
Chili Pepper had just settled down in his cave for the night. He had found an ancient text on the Roman Empire and was eager to start reading it. Suddenly someone called form him from outside the cave. Grumbling, he set the book down and went to see who it was. It was rare that he got any visitors. Coming to the entrance, he found a large wolf. Right way he knew it wasn't a regular wolf but a paranormal wolf and one that he knew well.
"What can I do for you, Hunter?" Chili Pepper asked.
"We thought we would stop by," Hunter said.
"'We'?" Chili Pepper repeated.
A griffin, a fairy, and centaur came into view. All three were young like Hunter and all four loved to stop by and hear Chili Pepper's stories.
"Sky. Wisp. Ares." Chili Pepper greeted each in turn. "Shouldn't the four of you be at home? It's getting late."
"We were hoping for a lesson," Sky the griffin said.
"Yeah. Please," said Ares the centaur.
"A lesson on the history of the Orient," said Wisp the fairy.
"Fine," Chili Pepper said, he was always happy to pass on the knowledge he had gain to eager students. "Follow me and stay close. You know there are a lot of twists and turns in a dragon's lair making it easy to get lost and my lair is no exception."
The four young creatures stuck close to the little dragon as they made their way through the tunnels of Chili Pepper's lair. As dragon lairs go, Chili Pepper's was small, about as big as a gold mine. Dragons prefer much bigger lairs to accommodate their massive size. However, Chili Pepper's was just right for him, small enough for him to reach and store his things but big enough for his students to comfortably fit in. When they reached Chili Pepper's living area, the dragon curled up in his favorite chair in front of the fire while his four students settled down in front of him.
"Now then," Chili Pepper said. "The history of the Orient."
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The lesson ran late into the night; so late that Chili Pepper had allowed Ares, Hunter, Sky, and Wisp to stay in a few of the caves he had set up for just such a case. When morning came, the five friends said goodbye and Chili Pepper saw them off, hoping that they wouldn't get into too much trouble with their elders for being out all night. He had just finished straitening up after the lesson when he heard the sound of rushing paws, talons, and hooves coming towards him and several someones calling out his name. Turning, he saw Ares, Hunter, Sky, and Wisp coming towards him looking frightened.
"Guys, what's wrong?" Chili Pepper asked.
"It's the others," Sky said. "The centaurs, the werewolves, the fairies, the griffins, the dragons; all the mythical and paranormal creatures are gone!"

Chili Pepper is a red dragon no bigger than a house cat living in France in the 1700s. All he ever wanted was a place to belong but all the other dragons make fun of him because he's so tiny. Then something happens to cause all the mythical creatures to begin to disappear. Now Chili Pepper, a young griffin named Sky, a paranormal wolf named Hunter, a fairy named Wisp, a centaur named Ares, and Belle the Princess of France are on a quest to find out what happened and rescue the missing mythical creatures.

Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring!

"Alright class, this would be it for our first day. It's time for your second period. Any question?", my history teacher asked.

"No!", the whole class replied in unity.

"Good. I'll see you guys tomorrow then."

Finally first period is over. Up next is physic class and also the first time Rebecca and I met. I ran to class in excitement.

&quot;I finally get to see her again. I finally got another chance to confess my feelings.I'll make sure every second counts.&quot;, I thought to myself.

When I reach the class, I was breathless. I forgot that the class was on the other side of school. Damn it Terry! How could you forget that? I also realize that I haven't exercised for 3 years straight.No wonder I'm so out of shape!

"Good morning class! My name is Mrs.Chang and I'll be your physics teacher for this year.", she said with a smile.

"I know some of you are very tired from waking up early, but hey we're going to do a lot of fun experiments in this class, so make sure to pay attention in class."

Fun? Yeah, right. The only fun experiment in this class was our final project when we design our own little house. That was fun because you get to use your imagination and all. 

Chemistry was the only science class I actually enjoy in my previous life. I remember almost making a stink bomb once and making ice cream at the end of the year was awesome. My chemistry teacher was so nice and her teachings are very easy to understand. The only thing that was difficult in her class was that 70% of the grade were tests and quizzes so you have to try hard in able to pass.

"Mrs. Chang, I have a question.", a girl said in a shy voice.

"Yes, go ahead. Rebecca right?", Mrs. Chang replied.

"Yes. Um...my English isn't that good. Can I move next to a classmate who is fluent at Mandarin?", Rebecca quietly said.

How could I forget. Rebecca is still as shy and innocent as ever. This is one of the reason why I fall for her. What can I say, shy and cute Asian girls are my type. But looks aren't the only thing that gets my attention.

"Mrs. Chang! I volunteer to help friend Rebecca. I also speak Mandarin.", I said calmly as I tried to control my excitement.

"Alright, thank you Terrence. Rebecca, you may sit next to Terrence." Mrs. Chang said.

My heart was beating so fast when she approached me. I completely lost myself when she sat down and gave me a smile. I could never forget that smile. It's that smile that gets my heart to beat rapidly. It is also that smile that makes me missing her day and night. I can't believe I got another chance with her. 

"Hi, my name is Rebecca. What is your name(mandarin)?", she asked.

"I'm your future husband(mandarin)."I replied immediately.

"What(mandarin)?", she replied in an awkward voice.

Damn it, Terry. Why did I say that? That's so creepy and make me sound like an idiot. After 14 years, I still can't talk to her normally. I can't fuck this up again.

"I mean..uh..my name is Terrence or you could call me Xiao Yu, if you prefer calling our native name(mandarin).", I changed.

"Xiao Yu. As in little fish. That's a cute name. Is it ok if I call you Xiao Yu'er(mandarin)?"

"Yeah. What about you? What's your Chinese name(mandarin)?", I asked even though I already knew the answer.

"Mei Lin.", she answered in a soft voice.

In my past life I didn't fall in love with her immediately. It's actually takes around 3 months for us to know more about each other and that's when our feelings bloomed itself. Sadly, I didn't have the courage to tell her how I feel so she moved on and starts to date JJ at the end of the year. This time is different though. I will make sure every single moments counts.  Sorry cousin, but I can't let you take away my love this time.

Oh, I forgot to mention one thing. JJ is actually my older cousin. His dad is my father's older brother.

That's was how I met Rebecca. I know it's not as great as how Ted met Tracy in , &quot;How I Met Your Mother&quot;, but hey not all love stories have to start with an interesting background. 

Some beautiful love stories takes time to develop. Just like how a flower needs time to fully browned and bloomed in spring.

31-years-old Terrence Li died while protecting his first love on her wedding day. To his surprised, the grim reaper let him have another chance at life by being reborn into the past and change his destiny. Now he is back in his teenage years to chase after his first love once more. With a magic notebook that can turns whatever the owner write into reality, Terrence will make sure he won't make the same mistakes in this life.

There was a certain tale about Anansi meant to teach a simple lesson: Once upon a time, Anansi became the Lord of all Stories, and as such was the nature of worship, people came from all over to ask for his wisdom, until a group of men were VERY rude to him. This incensed him to an extreme point.

In anger, he decided to punish all human kind by hiding his wisdom from them. He got all the stories and knowledge he had before placing them into a great pot. Then he sealed that great pot tightly.

He then snuck out at night and tried to bury that great pot where no one would look. This lead him to trying to climb a tree. He tied the huge pot in front of him and tried to get to the top, but no matter how much he struggled, the pot would keep on getting in the way, causing him to slide back down. Little did he know that as he was fruitlessly making this climb again and again, his son, who had inherited his intelligence, had been watching.

His son was curious about his father's antics, but as he watched him climb and slide down repeatedly without any signs of trying to change his methods, slowly, he became really impatient.

Once reaching his boiling point, Anansi's son finally jumped out of his hiding place and asked why his father wasn't tying the pot to his back instead. This startled the African Spider as he was hit by an epiphany, which he then spoke to his son:

{"I thought I was the wisest, but clearly, you, my son, are much wiser."} After learning that all the knowledge in the world couldn't stop humanity from having wisdom, he broke the useless pot.

This allowed the stories and knowledge trapped within to flow our to all of humanity. And thus ending the tale with deep contemplation. There is no better story to teach kids that knowledge does not qualify as wisdom better than this one.

However, Jordan wasn't concerned with that.

The Spiritual Energies of the Imaginary Entity known as 'Anansi, The Spider' flowed into him as he reformed the pot with his own interpretation. To him, these Imaginary Entities were the embodiment of stories, thus, they were equated with 'Wisdom'.

He explained what he intended to do to everyone present, and after gaining their approval, he did as he intended to do in the beginning, which was to form his Imaginative Spirit using Arachne... Or at least using her as a basis for it instead.

{Spirit Guise- Great Pot of Sealed Wisdom}

Meanwhile, in his new 'reality', the Shinsengumi Order watched over him as he was forming his Imaginative Spirit, and many were shocked to know that the newest suspect they captured was only now forming his Imaginative Spirit in his cell.

"Hey, do you think he really did it?" One brawny holding an oversized man in particular who had removed the suspect they apprehended into a more secluded cell used for interrogation spoke as he looked at the person in chains. His whisper reached the ears of Red Flame, the young Knight who will one day make a name for herself in future.

She was an ironic character. She was called a Knight yet she looked like a samurai, which mostly had to do with Jordan's tastes. This was true for most the characters here except for the giant of a man who was the first one to talk in that room.

"Big Wolf, don't ask stupid questions."

"You're right. Of course he did it."

"Wrong. Do you think a mere Human with no Gift or Imaginative Spirit could kill the Wolfheart's Head?"

"Don't blame my big brother. He's too stiff to think of obvious things like this." A more gangster-like man who was a lot shorter than Big Wolf defended him after using his muscular arm to lock his head.

The man who went by the nickname of Bad Wolf snickered as he turned his head to the last person among them who was sitting at the side quietly while reading a book. Her nickname was Goldie, a girl who had a lot of prestige in the Order.

Seeing that she didn't want to speak, Bad Wolf smiled and was about to call out to her. It was then that just before he spoke, her head lifted to look at the young man who was chained in the centre.

The phenomenon of an Imaginative Spirit's creation was now forming on the meditative figure, and strangely, instead of a humanoid silhouette, they saw the 'Spirit' of a spider hanging behind him.

"Wait." Goldie stopped them as she sensed that this creature actually had a Light Alignment. She wasn't sure which Imaginary Entity he turned into an into his Imaginative Spirit, but it wasn't their job to figure that out. Red Flame called those outside.

After a few minutes, Jordan awoke to see the scene himself being chained inside a very dark interrogation room. His eyes focused to see a woman who he hadn't been able to recognise.

'Did I create a character like this girl?' His eyes noticed the flowing golden hair of the woman before him, but he couldn't remember any characters like her ever existing in his story.

It was at this point that he realised his mistake. As he couldn't quite write every single character that was irrelevant to the story, there was a high chance she was a resident of this world outside the 'plot'.

Though she didn't look scary, he didn't let his guard down as the story he created wasn't so easy on those who looked down on another just because they were weaker. Everyone had their own Gifts that were capable in the right situations.

He didn't underestimate her, that's why he instantly came to the conclusion that she must have a Gift that works similar to a lie detector. Beside her must be the warden he had heard back in his jail cell.

"We have questions for you. If you answer them truthfully, we will do our best to allow you citizenship in our Aries Colony. Do you understand English?" She dived into the questions pretty quickly as Jordan nodded his head to answer.

The most common language of this world ended up as English because he was too lazy to add lore about languages. He was glad he didn't add anything too sophisticated into history or else he'd be flailing around, unable to understand a thing.

"Yes..." He spoke to her 'timidly'. After all, the more harmless he seemed, and the less they saw him as a threat, the easier he could move around. So it was only natural that he put on a new persona.

His cocky and intelligent personality wouldn't mesh well with them, so he acted as if he was an idiot.

"Why were you at the Wolfheart Household?" Was understandably the very first question she asked.

"I was 'transported' there."

"And for what reason?" The frail writer hesitated as he could really say it was to 'edit' his own story.

He thought fact, and came up with an answer.

"It was to meet the Wolfhearts." He didn't really lie as was all a matter of perspective what happened.

"Where are you from?" She suddenly changed the course of the inquiry since she sensed his secrets.

Goldie wasn't to be looked down on. As the Chief of the Interrogation Devision, she had seen her fair share of criminals. As long as he did anything out of the ordinary such as using his Spirit Guise, she would instantly deem him to be a threat to society.

If that was to happen, they would dispose of him.

"Earth?" His eyes looked at her really cluelessly.

"She meant: Who is your employer and why were you sent here?" The stoic-looking warden looked at him in doubt. Though there was changes in the personality of the guy in front of him, he couldn't quite know him well enough to realise if this current side of Jordan was authentic or one flawless act.

"I worked at a bank. Really, I too didn't think that I'd be whisked away to meet the Wolfheart Family." He spoke in an innocent tone. Since all his words had no deeper intentions and were sincere, they believed him without a shadow of a doubt.

"Do you have a Gift?" They assumed him to not have one because of how weak he seemed. Just by looking at his total amount of Qi and the fact he looked untrained in physical combat, they came to the conclusion that he was merely a worker.

If he didn't know the setting of his world, maybe he would have agreed for the sake of passing suspicion. However, he knew well that the deep discrimination young people in his story had for regular 'Humans' with no Gifts didn't work well.

"My 'special quality' is in my recently formed Imaginative Spirit." He didn't answer her question whatsoever, but rather informed her of this fact merely to give her the wrong assumption.

{Truth} This was what both Goldie and the warden could see above his head as they were unaware of his thoughts. He wasn't one to be underestimated as well thanks to his natural way of covering lies.

The way he did so was to think of inquiries not as questionnaires that needed a specific answer for each question but think of both the opponent's questions and his own answers in a disjointed manner from the beginning to end.

From the very beginning, he wasn't 'cooperating' with them. He was just doing as he saw fit.

His answers were solitary and had no connection to their questions, that's what he believed, and so, it was also what their abilities based the truthfulness of his answers off. As an ordinary person would become nervous from the mere fact they were using Gifts to detect lies, they failed to see that Jordan was became more bolder when pressured.

The kind of disconnection he had from knowing this world was fiction allowed him to stay calm despite the unbearable pressure they put on him. A suffocating atmosphere was nothing to him...!

They asked some more questions about his personal information and history, and he skilfully portrayed those answers in a way that would make him truly seem like someone who was cast away into the colony to keep the Wolfheart siblings safe.

He didn't spin a tale for them, as their own assumptions and theories were enough. When they matched what happened with the personality he had shown, they came up with their own meanings.

Surely, they thought this innocent and frail-looking man must have been thrown to the location of the tragedy in order to protect the Wolfheart siblings. It must have been an acquaintance of the family that sent him there to act as the children's meat shield.

They had impressively looked down on him despite him bluffing about having a 'Gift', but he saw no meaning in correcting them. They looked down on him and saw him as no more than pushover, but he put on a brave smile in front of this humiliation.

The act must go on, and he couldn't break character for even a moment. Then came the last question that had been bugging Goldie in particular, as the Order was very curious about it:

"Do you know of the Alexis Armoury?"

"E-em... No." He lied on purpose, causing both of them to frown as they sensed his insincerity.

"You don't have to tell us where it is. We are just curious, did you hide their inheritance?"

"..." He didn't clearly answer, which they saw as an acknowledgement. Goldie smirked in disdain:

"Are you going to answer or not?

"E-erm... It was the Wolfheart couple who hid their inheritance." He lied once again, that made them even more confident that he must have hid the treasure many high level figures knew about.

It is said that the Alexis Armoury had the 'Highest Purity Nethersteel Weapon' to ever be forged, and while they weren't wrong, they also were entirely right, as this weapon they craved had sentience.

To believe him to have hidden it was only a natural response. The warden noticed the small light of greed in Goldie's eyes as she was about to continue questioning, but it was at that moment he got a call on his earphone about a situation.

"Wait. We have to wrap up." He grabbed her shoulder with a nervous expression on his face.

"What's wrong?" She looked at him in surprise.

"We have a 'guest' that wants to talk to him."

"Who?"

"She is... that violent and crazy redhead!" Even as his words ended, the sound of someone smashing the door to the interrogation room could be heard as a foot-shaped dent appeared onto it.

The next kick smashed the reinforced metal door into the air and caused it to slam into the wall after brushing past the warden's head. Both of them felt terrified as this newcomer spoke in a sweet voice:

"It's nice to meet you~"

The story is the third entry in the trilogy of Battlefield Restart but is being written as the direct sequel instead. The events of Battlefield Restart 2- An Adventure Beyond Greatness, are contained so there isn’t much to be missed by skipping it.

This novel is about an Author being sent into the nightmarish world he writes due to his destiny. The main character of BR 2 appears but isn’t focused on much, as this is about the Omniscient Writer’s story.

Vol. 0 is skippable and isn’t essential to the story as a whole. Only something there for extra info.

Living alone in Upstate New York for the past two years, that is prior to my time travel, has greatly helped with my survival abilities. I know summer can not stay forever. Leaves will turn and fall and winter will come. And I really don't want to migrate to anywhere and then come back like the birds. I'm here to stay. For Aylen and Oota I'm their man, the pillar of their lives. Their blinding faith in me is enough motivation for me to get up in the morning and getting closer each day to live the life as an Algonquian Indian, not. 
To satisfy Aylen's forever curiosity, I have to tell her and Oota stories each night. It was first just Aylen and Oota. Soon other kids joined then their parents. Pretty soon I have the whole clan sitting around me and the bonfire listening to me telling stories of the world and their world as I know.
I tell them stories about the continents and the oceans surrounding them, about the geography of North America, about Asians arriving here across the Bering Sea and about the more than 500 tribes living on it. 
Has the Aztec Empire already fallen to the Spanish conquest? I still would not know. Let's leave it out.
"Yao, how would you know about these?" Aylen asked, about the stories I have told. "The Great Kun picked me up and I rode with him and saw it myself. The Great Kun has also told me many of the stories. " I can't say I have traveled back in time but want to put the question to rest once for all.  This is as closest as I could to convince Aylen of where I came from. I did not want to freak her out by telling her I came from the 21st Century. And believe me, it wasn't too far fetched. 

The Ojibwe or Chippewa legend has it that two sisters once wished upon the starts and ended up in heaven. Through an old lady's help in finding a tunnel they were able to come down on a rope they made. Upon landing and being stuck in an eagle's nest they called out for help and promised to marry anyone who could save them. An wolverine rescued them and they became his young wives. When the two sisters eventually decided to leave him because of his ugly looks they sought help from the trees. The legend goes that every time the wolverine howls the wind would cause the trees to whistle back to hide the sisters' whereabouts. 

Without a saw or knife or anything metal, the quickest way I could think of in setting up a winter shelter was building a mud hut, the most primitive dwelling I could think of and build. As the thick and squarely mud blocks lay drying under the Sun, my fellow citizens looked on with ever increasing awe and respect. Through trial and error the bricks also came out ok from the mud kiln I built. They would serve nicely as the brick floor for me. I wasn't about to have arthritis when I got older. I figured the average life span then should be no more than 35 years of age. Anything I could do within my own control would help and improve the situation. 
Our neighboring Iroquois are known as the people of the long house, wood framed and pelt covered, my squarely house looked much more solid and stately. Check out the stove and fire place I built in the middle of the room with an open floor plan. It was standard 6 inch clay chimney and kiln fired. To save time and materials I only built the side walls about 6 feet high, but with the gable roof on top of it, it doesn't feel low at all once one goes inside. For the exterior wall, I had it plastered with a thick layer of mud mixed with straw and cow dung, or bison dung I should say. Once tried, I sculptured on the front side a giant Kun and colored it with lime for the body and his eyes dark red with dried animal blood. 

When all finished and done, it looked more and more like a tobacco hut than a house.  I was still impressed. My friends and neighbors looked with envy. My exampled served its purpose. So I spent the next month helping and directing them in building their own mud houses. For a moment I thought I have joined the Peace Corp. But Peace Corp. couldn't get better than this. In half a year's time I have helped everyone transformed out of the Stone Age. As I fine tuned my kiln and adjusted the firing temperature and its duration, I was able to have ceramics produced out of my kilns. As the words got out I was also quickly getting a lots of customers, customers of different tribes coming from farther and farther away. And the quantities they ordered were also getting bigger and bigger. Soon I was having over a 100 people working for me. The trade was still using the barter system then, with winter coming soon, I have already acquired enough food and fur for my workers to survive the winter. It was good there was no minimum wage standard, no employee withholding taxes or 401Ks required of me. They would come later.  I do however have Sunday off for everyone. To be able to feed and house my workers was the single most important objective for me at the moment.

I separated my men from the women with men working at the kilns and women in charge of a communal kitchen I set up and the warehouse of materials we have acquired and accumulating.  To defend possible looting and attacks that might come any moment from other tribes I had to come up with a way quickly to defend us. So I had ceramic arrow heads and short swards fired and produced and armed all my men with them. Twice a week they'd train with me, long distance running for endurance, formation and marching for discipline, archery and stone throwing for attack, and close combat for survival. They were to become my first and alpha company. I wanted to make a flag for my company but we had only stick but no silk. It would have to wait until next year. Training them was essential but still not enough. My men needed indoctrination, an ideal they could work for and even die for. I needed this too. I could teach them to fight for freedom, but they were free to begin with. So I would have to think hard on this. 

Aylen wanted to join the training too I told her no. I wasn't about to let a 15 year old girl to join a bloody fight. But it is time to start a classroom as the saying goes the mind is a terrible thing to waste. So I told Aylen to round up all the kids anywhere between ten to twenty and we were about to starch a school and anyone else who'd be interested would also be welcome. Everything would have to start from scratch. Without any paper the birch bark would have to do. As blackboard and chalk would also take much time to make and of little commercial value I decided to go with a sand box. I could teach them either English or Chinese or both. Chinese derived from pictograph hence close in concept to the Indian symbols and thinking and they appear foreign hence secretive to the Europeans. But I needed to see a society of assimilation and peaceful co-existence. America is a vast land. With only about 50 million people tops, the population size even more that Wyoming, it surely can accommodate people of all races and countries of origin. As the Statute of Liberty would read,  "Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!" It sounds great plus English is much easier to teach and learn. So I decided to teach my students English. 
The fist class started with more than 60 people. I would teach them about one hour in the morning and one hour after dinner each day. Most of my men also joined in the attendance. Without knowing what year I was in I have to do everything I could to get them ready for the very first "contact." So aside from English, I have also started a class called "ten thousand whys." Starting with teaching them numbers and simple math as I know, I wanted to focus on increasing their knowledge from learning about the basics of the human body, personal hygiene, to the world I know of. To teach them to learn about reasoning and thinking, I would always start the class with a student to volunteer a question why and the class would go from there. 

Winter finally came with the season's first snow fall. The mountains may be blanketed in white, the blood from the coming siege has dyed my compound dark red and became rude awakening for me.

A retired Chinese American lawyer traveled back in time to North America after the fall of the Aztec Empire in the mid 1500s. To defend his newly found and extended family the young Chief Kang embarked on an epic journey to establish an Indian Nation that forever changed history.

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