An arranged marriage to a perfect bride.

To keep him in line, playboy Deive Hontiveros needs to marry Callea Lopez so he could start his own business. He thought he got lucky when he sees how beautiful and caring Callea is.

She lives in a haunted mansion though and he got plagued by a mysterious ghost of a woman and her cat from hell.

He must protect his bride at all cost. 

But what if Callea is one with the darkness?

"What does that mean? What is this Haunted Palace?" Wang Tanzhi asked.
"Your next question is going to be, can you eat it, right?" Feng Bujue asked.
"I've already passed the age where people will find me cute for asking question like that… Plus, I'm being very serious, okay?" Wang Tanzhi argued.
"Well, take a look for yourself." Feng Bujue stood up, allowing Xiao Tan and Brother Long to see what he had been inspecting earlier. When the two leaned closer, they discovered handwriting on the wall. It seemed to be carved with some kind of knife, and the words were all in English, but the players could open their menu to see the translation. It seemed to be an English couplet that read:
In the greenest of our valleys,
By good angels tenanted,
Once a fair and stately palace,
Radiant palace reared its head.
In the monarch Thought's dominion,
It stood there!
Never seraph spread a pinion,
Over fabric half so fair!
"What is the meaning of this?" Wang Tanzhi was befuddled by the poem.
"This is probably an article called The Haunted Palace, and there are six stanzas in total?" Long Aomin made a guess. Both believed that… since Feng Bujue was with them, they could just ask him after all; the man seemed to know everything. However, when they turned around, they discovered that the man had gone missing.
"Brother Jue?" Wang Tanzhi looked around and took one step back to look up the stairs to the second floor. "Where is he? He slipped away when we weren't looking?"
Long Aomin looked around, and he could not see the man either. In the end, he could only shrug and sigh. "He mentioned the benefit of splitting up earlier, so he must have slunk away when we were studying this poem."
"Then, let us go and look for some clues as well," Wang Tanzhi said. "After all, Brother Jue did say that we will meet up here again after the main quest is updated."
Long Aomin nodded before starting to explore the first floor separately. They opened all the doors that could be opened, paying attention to clues or other stanzas of The Haunted Palace.
…
Inside the complicated corridor of the first floor, two female players moved forward cautiously. From the looks of it, they had already run into things like traps. Passing Rain had a glinting sword in her hands. Even though the item was only of normal quality, she managed to use this simple weapon to earn the title Heartless Decapitator; this went to show how good she was.
Laughing Soul did not arm herself. Her conclusion was similar to Feng Bujue's. If this scenario featured mostly ghosts and traps, so there was no reason to use her guns.
"Hmm?" Laughing Soul, who walked at the back, suddenly stopped and said after a few seconds, "Huh… Seems like they've triggered a side quest."
Passing Rain looked at the quest details and asked, "Should we cooperate to find this Haunted Palace then?"
"Hmm… There's no need for us to specifically do that," Laughing Soul answered after thinking about it. "For now, we have no idea what that is, and furthermore, haven't we been looking for clues all this time?"
"Okay, then. Let's continue," Passing Rain said before resuming their exploration.
…
On the second floor, Invincible Champion was standing inside a very large room. Similar to the living room, the windows in this room were long and narrow, and they were placed high up on the wall, a distance away from the dark rubber tree wooden floor. A reddish glow filtered through the window, and it landed on the more conspicuous things in the room, but the question was, on such a dark night, what could be giving off this red glow outside the window?
Invincible Champion had trouble peering into the further corners of the room or the carved paneling on the edges of the walls even with his good eyesight. Of course, these details mattered not to the man; after all, what was the point even if he had a good look? The only information that he needed was whether or not there were monsters hiding in the room.
Flowing curtains draped on the walls and the furniture had seen better days. They were old and decrepit, looking exceptionally uncomfortable. The books and musical instruments that littered the ground did not help to improve the liveliness of the room. A scent of melancholy hung in the air, and the chilly atmosphere seemed to seep into every corner.
After hearing the system audio, Invincible Champion glanced at the menu. His first thought was that the two female players had found something in the house and thus triggered the side quest. He did not even consider that it could have been the three plebs who were behind this.
Even though he was not good at puzzle-solving, Invincible Champion was a professional gamer. He might be lacking in analytical skills, but it could be made up through gaming experience. He roughly rummaged through the room to look for equipment or consumables, but the only things that appeared barely useful were a wooden guitar and a violin with broken strings. His bare hands were more effective than those fragile wooden objects. His title, The Reckless Boxer, provided the passive effect of improving the damage of his punches.
Giving up on the equipment, Invincible Champion started to look for quest items. He had no idea what The Haunted Palace was and had no interest in reading through the books that littered the ground. He walked directly toward the object that looked like a clue the most—an envelope on the table.
The other readable items in the room were either on the ground or piled in the corner; the only exception was this enveloped, which was placed under an inkwell.
Taking up the inkwell, Invincible Champion noticed that some ink had leaked out of the bottle, staining the envelope. But the stain was dry. He picked up the envelope and blew off the layer of dust before opening it and retrieving the letter inside.
The letter was incomplete because many places were blotted out by the leaked ink, and the other places had gone blurry from time. The beginning of the letter and the writer's signature were both unreadable, but from the content, he speculated that the letter was written by the owner of the house to his friend.
The writer said that he suffered from a serious illness due to some kind of curse, and he was tormented by the illusions. He desperately wished to see his best friend, his only friend. He wished that this friend could come visit him, and perhaps this might improve his condition.
There were indeed signs of mental instability in the words, but most of the content was incomprehensible due to the writer's shaking hands and inscrutable sentence structure.
Even though Invincible Champion was none the wiser after reading the letter, he carried the letter with him. He scanned the room one last time before turning to leave.
…
Inside a darkened stone tunnel, a flashlight suddenly came on to shower its light on the short path before the man. Feng Bujue looked at his surroundings and started to mumble, "There are serious issues with this house… What is this? Castlevania? There is spatial incongruity and now there's even hidden passageway."
A few minutes ago, it had not been his intention to slither away from Xiao Tan and Brother Long. He had merely walked to the other side of the living room because he wanted to take a closer look at the painting on the wall…
 


This is a game beyond dimension–the pursuit of truth. 
The unknown seal, the gambit between gods and demons… 
The defiance against data, the retribution of human… 
In a virtual world connected with reality, consciousness dictates us, consciousness chooses us, and consciousness dictates our consciousness. 
Now, throw away you fear. 
Throw away your selfish interest, question, and disbelief… Free your thought. 
Welcome to Thriller Paradise. 
Feng Bujue lost his ability to fear because of an unknown psychological disorder. Through a virtual reality game designed for players to experience fright and despair, he began his search for his lost fear. Could he finally regain his ability to fear? Could he outwit the scenarios presented to him? Could he finally uncover the truth hidden inside Thriller Paradise?  


He has computer science and I have English language . 'Ok newbie, this is where we part our ways for the next hour and a half,' I remarked trying to sound forlorn. He smiled and gosh was his smile hella cute. 'When your done with the lesson, just find someone who's in your next class and ask to follow them. And when break comes just wait for me outside cause that's probably the easiest place to find,' I instructed with my best smile. He just nodded and said,' Ok.' Ugh ,boy don't be sad ,you can admire my sexiness in the next three hours. And with a final nod I walked away to English and left him at the door. 'Don't wonder away or move , these halls are haunted ,' I teased. And I walked on ,looking back to see him smiling at my joke and greeting his new teacher. 
The amount of people had decreased in the hallway. I went to my locker and grabbed my English books. Mr Gritte won't get mad at me cause he knows that woman left me to do her job . I walked down the haunted corridor back to English. 'Amelia....don't ...trust....him...' the voices! I whipped around faster than the Flash ,but saw no signs of anyone. This is a sign from God that I need to lay off the coffee . I carried on walking through that slightly chilled corridor.

Gareth quickly took his hand off Lance, and Lance narrowed his eyes at that action. Kay, too, saw this and raised her eyebrows, looking at Lance but he was focused on Gareth.
Kay then looked at the girl that appeared out of nowhere. 
The girl wasn't bad looking, but she wasn't pretty either. She had a slightly round face, perfectly drawn eyebrows, double-eyelids that were drawn in, and bright red lipstick over thin lips.
She knew how to use make-up to cover her perceived flaws, and Kay idly wondered what she really looked like underneath all that make-up.
Gareth got up, running his hand through his hair and coughed nervously, "What are you doing here, Le Xuan?"
Seeing the displeasure that flashed across her face, Gareth quickly corrected himself, "Sorry. Claris."
Le Xuan wanted an English name and refused to be called by her chinese name ever since she got together with her current boyfriend. Since Le Xuan meant 'happy' and 'bright', she had thought of various English names to reflect that.
Claris is of Latin origin, which carries the meaning of 'fame, most bright, most famous. Naturally, that appealed to her vanity and since it fit within the meaning of her Chinese name, even her parents couldn't object.
Much, that is.
Gareth didn't know what to feel upon seeing his ex.
It was sudden and unexpected.
He had been hurt very badly when she dumped him and for a while, he had even harboured hopes of getting back together with her. When it became obvious that it would never happen, Gareth had felt his heart grow cold.
Until Lance.
It was then that he realised he had abruptly let go of Lance's hand upon Claris's arrival. Aghast, he turned towards Lance who looked rather sad and Gareth felt eternal regret.
Completely ignoring Claris, Gareth sat back down and grabbed Lance's hand in his, then gripped his chin to force Lance to look at him.
"I'm sorry," Gareth said, his eyes pleading, begging him to understand.
Lance just sighed and shrugged.
"I'm serious," Gareth told him, looking at Lance who was avoiding his eyes.
"Whatever," Lance replied.
Gareth knew about this knot in Lance's heart.
Of how he had been 'in the closet' and had fallen in love with his best friend in college - who was straight. He had been hurt badly like Gareth had been but his hurt was different.
It was being heartbroken over a guy that he could never have, and the intense fear of rejection and repulsion he felt would be placed upon him if it was ever known that he was gay.
And now, Gareth had apparently rejected him in front of a friend.
All the insecurities and the fear must have hit him hard. After all, until he met Lance, Gareth had been 'straight'. 
There was only one way to atone his sins.
Gareth grabbed Lance by the back of the neck and brought his face closer, sealing his lips and proceeded to thoroughly kiss him deeply and passionately. 
Lance resisted at first, wanting to pull away, but Gareth held on to his neck tightly. He kept on kissing Lance until he felt Lance reciprocate. 
After that … 
Well, let's just say that he kinda forgot he was in public.
"Gareth!!" 
It was only upon that shout that Gareth seemed to break out of his trance. Even after stopping the kiss, he didn't pull away immediately and instead, placed his forehead on Lance, saying again, "I'm sorry."
Lance looked at him and caressed his cheek, "It's fine."
Gareth gave him a smile, then raised an eyebrow, "Huh."
"Really," Lance insisted, giving him a smile.
Kay, upon watching the two interact, couldn't help but smile. At first, she was ready to give Gareth a severe talking to but realised later that Gareth had made up for it. 
She sighed.
Gareth, like her, had made a mistake when he had seemingly rejected Lance, but he didn't shy away. He immediately stepped up on the plate and delivered.
What about her?
Kay sipped on her wine more, thinking about this.
She had to tell Kyle.
The only question is - tell him by herself? Or should Joseph also be there? And when?
Okay, that was more than one question. 
Before she got caught up in her thoughts, the drama in front of her hadn't finished yet.
"Gareth, is this … ?"
"Oh, sorry. Claris, this is my boyfriend, Lance. Lance, Claris is …," Gareth began, then wasn't sure how to address her.
Ex-girlfriend? Childhood lovers? Friend?
"Someone from my past," Gareth finally said.
Claris, upon hearing this, was rather indignant.
Was this the Gareth that she knew? That she had grown up with? Before, he had been so clingy on her that she felt suffocated. It had been good at first, but after a while, she felt like it was too much.
She had said some rather harsh words to him when she dumped him, as she had been at the height of her frustrations. She knew she had hurt him badly, but she didn't care.
When she thought of how Gareth had treated her, and how her current boyfriend was, it was poles apart. She had taken his care for granted but it was only now that she realised how good he had been.
In fact, the guy she was with right now wasn't even the guy she had hooked up with when she dumped Gareth. She had been so dissatisfied with the other guy that she left him quite fast and moved on to the next.
Now, however, seeing him being all so lovey-dovey with another person didn't make her feel nice. Seeing the sort of care, and gentleness that he had showered her with, being given to another was rubbing her the wrong way.
Worse, it was a guy!
What is wrong with him?!
"Huh, someone from your past? Is that all I am now, Gareth?" Claris said, putting on a hurt face, "After all that we shared? Gareth, I thought I meant more to you than this."
"Is it because of … him? Since when were you … did you … I never thought … do your parents know? You should think of them more, you know. You're the only son after all. Uncle and Auntie would be so disappointed."
The more Claris talked, the darker Gareth's expression became.
What was she saying?
Why was she saying all this?
Was she always like this?
He remembered the words she had spoken to him before, when she broke up with him. It was as if it was yesterday. Those words had haunted him for so long that he could remember every single word, the way she said them and most of all, her expression.
<Gareth, you're stifling me. You are so clingy and needy! You're like a baby!! No woman will like you! Just leave me alone!!> 
Seeing her now, made him feel relieved.
Just how blind had he been?
If it wasn't for Lance, would he have been burdened by that shadow in his heart forever?
Gareth didn't answer her, seemingly in a daze.
In truth, he was just flabbergasted at her behaviour.
Now, she was suddenly so concerned about his parents? The fact that she practically dumped him just as his parents were going to see her parents about their engagement? She figuratively slapped them in the face!
Lance, seeing how quiet Gareth was, decided that enough was enough.
"Girl, if you don't shut up, I'll make you shut up," Lance said, putting his chin on the palm of his hand while his elbow was placed on the table.
His other hand was flung on Gareth's shoulder and he said, "No matter what you were to him before, you are the past while I am the present and his future."
Gareth's heart warmed.
No one had ever defended him like this before. Not even when he was with Claris. He had always been the one giving, but not receiving.
Being with Lance made him experience what being in a relationship was like.
It was a two-way street.
Giving and taking.
"Oh please," Claris said, "You'll get fed up of him soon. He talks too much."
Lance smirked, "On the contrary. You may not know how to appreciate him, but I do."
Lance looked at Gareth, putting his fingertips on Gareth's lips and said, "Whenever you speak, it reminds me that everyday without you around is torture. Your voice brightens up my day."
"You sweet talker you," Gareth said, seemingly complaining but there was a huge grin on his face as he adoringly looked at Lance.
"Gosh, your eyes are so beautiful," Lance said breathlessly, bringing his face closer, as if studying them intensely, "Why do your eyes mesmerize me so when more than 90% of the people on this planet have brown eyes like yours?"
His lips brushed against Gareth, as he said in a daze, "Like chocolate quicksand that sucks me in."
Kay rolled her eyes.
So much dog food.


This is a rebirth story of a normal girl, Kylie. She was a normal girl, living a normal life. Married and had kids. Nothing outstanding about her, but nothing terrible either. Then she was attacked and left to die. 

Her soul screamed in pain at having to leave behind two small children that needed her, yet she couldn't do anything. As she entered eternal darkness ... it took her some time to realise that she was not dead. She was alive, only yet to be born.

And she was a boy.

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Summary:

✔ MC is OP 
✔ Sincere Brotherhood
✔ True sibling bonding 
✔ Humour (I try)
✔ Action
✔ Slow Romance 
✔ Revenge/Face slapping 
✔ Sensitive issues (LGBT, r*pe - but not that the MC is a r*pist)


*Update schedule :  

14 - 18 chapters per week 

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Q: Will MC end up with a girl, or a boy? 
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Hi. Thanks for dropping by. Please bear in mind that I am a new author, and English is not my first language. I am writing because I find it enjoyable, and am only now finding the courage to actually pen it out for others to read.

This is a rebirth story of a girl who had lived one life, and will experience another. Follow her along her journey of discovery: of herself, as she walks an entirely new path. Yet, at the same time, she seeks to find closure from her old life. 

World background: Current Earth, with names of countries being just Country J, Country SA etc. 

First, the MC is the typical OP character. Second, it's a slice of life story mixed with OPness of MC. If you don't like Gary Sue / OP characters, with a slow story pace, then this is not for you. 

There are elements of adventure/action, romance, some comedy and a little bit of mystery.  It is also a story about friendship and the bonds we make as we grow up.

The rating is due to certain scenes and sensitive issues from Volume 3 onwards. 

Please review. Your feedback is appreciated.

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Ervin was confused. Faggy was always here he always came when told like a good dog. He looked around and noticed a jack in the box, those were fun, he wanted to play with it while he waited for his dog. Ervin picked up the small device thinking of how he would punish his pet when he got there
CRACKLE CRACKLE 
 He jumped back in shock at the noise but gaining curiosity he continued to spin it hearing a voice start to come through instead of music. At this point his friends had gathered around also curious about the toy. 
"ah, hello? is this working? looks like it is.. well I wanted to leave you a message y-" 
 He recognized this voice even through the static, it was his pet. He knew it. 
 "-our face is even uglier than mine" 
The so called jack popped up in it's full rubber glory waving back and forth, that's when he turned hearing a faint noise from the roof like a shoe scuffing it? Little did he know the horror that would present itself for him.

 He met eyes with his pet. His pet was dressed cutely, a light pink shirt with some very nice shorts. Eye contact. That was the last human interaction Alec Smith had before a sickening crack echoed through the empty halls that had haunted him for so long. There was no blood, it disturbed, Ervin he could see the boy's limbs laying in ways they never should. Nothing had made it past the skin though, so no blood just a lifeless corpse staring at him. Time had no meaning as he just sat staring at his former pet. "His.. his arms shouldn't be like that" Staring he saw the beautiful ribbon flutter wrapped around the neck of Alec he was wearing it like a tie. He wanted to look nice to meet god.

 Flashing lights an ambulance was here? Who called one? The medics couldn't pick Alec up without damaging him further. They knew he was dead and nothing could be done so they picked him up his bones cracking and breaking apart where they hadn't already. The medics looks somber seeing a kid only nineteen jump so eagerly to his death because the worst part of it all? He was smiling, the same smile a kid would have when given sweets or told they were special.

 The next day nobody but Ervin his friends and the school staff knew. They were going to announce it at the end of the day. Teachers in morning classes would call his name knowing he wouldn't answer and would mark him absent. Ervin sat quietly with his friends, he didn't make fun of or embarrass anyone he couldn't not after his pet died so tragically.

It was english when it was announced, the teacher turned to face them with a solemn look explaining they might want to stay awhile longer. this was very unusual so most people did, the teacher sighed deeply seemingly full of regrets before she opened her mouth to speak. "As you all may have noticed Alec has not been here today." Some guy in the back who Ervin thought was named Daniel spoke up "He probably got screwed so hard at a gay bar he couldn't walk!" The class burst into laughter except Ervin and the teacher. They died down soon after seeing the look in Ervins eyes.

"As I was saying" she continued "Alec will not be coming here anymore nor any other school, he died falling from the top of the school we will all be wearing pink on Tuesday as a memory of him since he loved it, Wednesday will be his funeral there will be a closed casket as he is not in good shape. That is all."

 The woman nodded looking at Ervin "so you think your responsible for his death?" I know I was officer please arrest me" "Ehat were your motives for bullying him?" Ervin sighed he didn't want to admit this.. but it was his fault "I liked watching him squirm.. no i loved it. i got off to the memories of him crying and begging not to be hit again. i cut him once to but it wasn't very exciting and i didn't want to leave scars so i stopped." he looked at the woman who seemed cold and calculating "It was his choice to jump you'll probably be charged with armed assault, bullying and a few other things. Ervin nodded his chest felt lighter now that he got that off his chest he was taking his first steps to becoming a better person. Seeing the lifeless eyes he once saw full of how while he stared at the corpse of the boy he liked brought him to his senses. He sighed deeply as he walked out of the room through the police station and into the streets. He was quickly approached by a rather uh.. not very well dressed woman "hey big guy whatcha up to tonight?" she winked cheerily. Ervin looked at her with a look full of disdain "I might have messed up" She looked up thinking he was falling for her bait "how so?" she asked eagerly "I might have killed someone"

The story of a gay boi going from tragedy to dream, all with the help of a little push.

WARNING GAY CONTENT.
WARNING I WILL PERSONALLY EAT YOUR CEREAL FOR UNNECESSARY ASSHOLE BEHAVIORS.
WARNING VERY GRAGHIC SUICIDAL TENDENCIES

The dissection room was in the basement. It was cold and dark. Doctor Qu looked at the incomplete cadaver, as well as Ling Ran and Yu Yuan, who were both dressed professionally. He could not help but feel goosebumps break all over his skin.
He laughed, and his voice quivered involuntarily, "Doctor Ling, I know you don't mean it, but it's a little scary."
"I'll give you a massage." Ling Ran was not the type of person who was good at analyzing other people. He could not guess what the meaning behind Doctor Qu's words was. He just wanted to touch a normal person's bones so that he could make a comparison.
A massage was the only good idea that Ling Ran could think of.
During their conversation, Ling Ran touched Doctor Qu's neck with his hand.
"If you were to do this in a warmer place, someone might file a lawsuit against you." Doctor Qu felt the warmth of Ling Ran's palm. He was relieved for a few seconds, but as Ling Ran fiddled with his bones, his emotions were in turmoil. But Doctor Qu could not help it.
However, it was not unusual for a normal person's emotions to be in a state of turmoil when they were in a dissection room. 
Doctor Qu suddenly regretted his decision a little. He wondered why he would have a momentary lapse in judgment and ran all the way here alone to deliver good news.
Was he going to be disassembled and placed together with the cadaver? Would someone find him? He could not tell. 
Ling Ran released his neck and asked, "Why would I be sued?"
"Because…" Doctor Qu wanted to make a joke to ease the atmosphere. However, when he saw Ling Ran's serious expression and Yu Yuan's puzzled expression, he suddenly became speechless.
It was not a really suitable topic for further discussion.
When Ling Ran noticed that Doctor Qu did not want to talk, he did not see the need to keep asking. So, he used his pulling technique and gripped Doctor Qu's neck, shaking it. 
Doctor Qu felt a little pain but also a little comfortable. He looked ahead in slight fear. His heart was filled with regret and his gaze was not focused. 
"His cervical vertebra should be fine." Ling Ran released Doctor Qu's neck.
"Oh," Yu Yuan said. She pulled out the cadaver's cervical vertebra and allowed Ling Ran to make another comparison. 
Ling Ran took the scalpel and carefully dissected the cadaver to observe it. 
He had only ever made use of the tracheotomy he learned a while ago on Chestnut, the police dog. In order to make more accurate judgments in the future, he had deliberately taken a lesson from a cadaver. 
Simple dissection and treatment were different.
In terms of treatment, the goal was to create as small an incision as possible. For example, in a tracheotomy, the incision was only the thickness of one finger, and some surgeons may even make it smaller. Dissection was the most advantageous weapon to reduce the size of incisions. 
If a doctor was very familiar with the anatomical structure near the throat, he or she could naturally avoid some vital parts of the body. For instance, thyroid injuries frequently occurred during tracheotomies. If a doctor's knowledge of anatomy was enough, the probability of such a mistake would be very low.
Unfortunately, most doctors did not have the chance or experience to perform in-depth and genuine dissections. 
Doctors, who had very little anatomical knowledge and did not know the human body well, were everywhere. 
Most surgeons' skills were formed based on them performing hundreds of the same surgery. They did not necessarily have very good basics. 
A doctor would more or less have a smidgen of knowledge when it came to things such as anatomy. If they wanted to be very skilled, they needed a lot of resources. Many attending physicians may not have independently dissected a body even before their retirement. A large number of medical students only got to see someone dissect a corpse during one of their classes while they were studying. After they graduated, they would be posted to normal hospitals and be promoted according to standard procedure. By then, they would not have any chance to perform dissections. 
The three thousand dissection experiences on the upper limb Ling Ran received in the past brought changes to the essence of his surgeries. It could even be said that there were not many surgeons with such experience worldwide.
However, beyond hand anatomy experience, Ling Ran's overall anatomical experience was still rather lacking.
The cadaver gave Ling Ran a nearly complete lesson on human anatomy. 
Ling Ran cherished it highly and worked hard. 
After Ling Ran released him, Doctor Qu had chills running through his body as he watched from the side. He gradually relaxed, and the thought of taking advantage of the situation popped up again. He looked left and right before he asked with a laugh, "Why do you only have two sets of equipment in the room?"
Ling Ran looked warily at Doctor Qu. He was still hold a scalpel in his hand. 
Doctor Qu chuckled a couple of times bashfully and patted his head. "Ah, I'm so forgetful. I'm here to tell you some good news, Doctor Ling."
"Oh?"
"Academician Zhu is back, and he has patients with Achilles tendon ruptures with him. They're waiting for you to operate on them, and you'll have your entire surgery recorded. Your surgery will also be livestreamed in the demonstration room when it's going on." Doctor Qu could not help but straighten his back.
Ling Ran smiled, just as expected. However, he lowered his head and did not hesitate to say, "Could the patients with the Achilles tendon ruptures wait? If they can, let them wait for a while."
"Wait after you… dissect the body?"
"Yes," Ling Ran answered swiftly. Two surgeries were not as important as dissecting the corpse. 
An Achilles tendon rupture was a minor illness. If the patients were not athletes, ordinary attending physicians could treat them and operate on them.
Right then, unless there were hundreds of beds, there was no way Ling Ran would walk out of the basement. 
In the cool dissection room, Doctor Qu's brain worked really slowly. His mind went momentarily blank before he came back to his senses. He hurriedly said, "I'll go inform the director."
He did not want to stay any longer. He laughed a couple of times and took a step back every two seconds. Then, he quietly exited the dissection room.
Ling Ran and Yu Yuan were so busy that they ignored him.
Once Doctor Qu was out of the door, he practically fled upstairs and searched for a place that was bright and filled with people. He took a couple of deep breaths. 
"Yun Hua Hospital must be a haunted place." Doctor Qu went back to his office. He still felt like he had not been healed from his trauma yet. 
He rarely had that feeling ever since he graduated from medical school. 
…..
When Ling Ran emerged from the darkness, the Orthopedic and Sports Medicine Center had become extremely lively. 
Volunteers from many universities stood in every corner of the center. They protected every person who attended the conference as if they were caring for mentally-disabled children. 
Ling Ran proceeded to clean himself. After he changed, he looked around curiously.
One of the most straightforward examples of how the people who saw him reacted when he looked around was a fair girl greeting him excitedly in English when he appeared in front of her. "How are you?"
Some Asians attending the conference may not have understood Mandarin, so it was best if they spoke English. 
Ling Ran just looked at the person with a profound gaze and asked, "Who's in charge now?"
"Ah, you're from China. That's great." The girl became more excited. She pursed her lips as she stared at Ling Ran and boldly said, "I'll lead the way for you."
"You don't have to trouble yourself…"
"It's okay, one of the volunteers' tasks is to lead the way for the participants." At that point, she was already not thinking about her work as a volunteer. She wanted to hold Ling Ran's hand, turn around, and run away.
Ling Ran hesitated a little and said, "You just need to tell me where Academician Zhu or Chief Physician Ji Tianlu is."
Ling Ran took out his phone and said, "My phone's out of battery."
"I have a power bank." The girl immediately handed it to him. She watched Ling Ran charge his phone, and said, "I'll take you there. It'll take a while to charge your phone before it can function again, right?"
"I just need to wait for a few minutes, and it'll do."
"You can't do that!" the girl immediately said. "It's not good for your phone. Let me lead you there."
Ling Ran did not want to waste time. When he saw how determined she was, he nodded and agreed to her request. 
The girl was happy. She quickly brought Ling Ran to an area where there were fewer people and asked, "Are you a doctor from the research center or a guest at this conference?"
"A guest."
"I see. Which hospital are you from?"
"Yun Hospital."
"Yun Hospital? Which one? Can you tell me its full name?"
"Yun Hua Hospital."
"Oh, I remember now!" The girl nodded vigorously as she continued to lead him upstairs. 
After a few steps, another volunteer saw Ling Ran. At the same time, she saw the volunteer who was walking next to him. 
This volunteer hesitated for a few seconds before she quickly walked over. 
"Hello…" the new volunteer greeted him in English.
"I'm Chinese," Ling Ran said politely with a smile on his face. 
"That's great, you're a Chinese as well? Oh yeah, are you a guest or a doctor from this research center…" The new girl ignored the previous girl, who rolled her eyes and put on a smile. She exuded courage. 
"Yun Hua Hospital." Ling Ran smiled and nodded. 
"I'll remember that." The girl whom Ling Ran just got to know radiated happiness. 
They turned around a corner again… 
"Hi…"
"I'm Chinese."
"Wow, you're a doctor from China? Are you a doctor in this research center or a guest?"
"I'm from Yun Hua Hospital."
Ling Ran repeated those words. 
Based on his personal experience, repetition was sometimes the easiest choice.
After all, every corner was a brand new experience, and he had to greet new people with each corner he took… 


Ling Ran, a med school senior, begins to see the world like a game UI. He uses it to pave his way towards graduation, a residency, becoming the greatest doctor in the world... And finally getting a Transformer from his newbie packs? Maybe. We don't know yet.

Life is twisty which is Mystery
Chp- 1
Volume-1
A Golden Gem

John was very weak in his studies and sports. But, he was good at writing stories and also in public speaking. Riya, Rohit, Rohan and Diya were his close friends. Riya was good in studies and sports. Rohit was good in music and arts as well as studies but, bad at sports. Rohan was very lazy but, he was good at studies. Diya was good at everything. John went to a restaurant with his family for having dinner. But, he was not hungry as he was depressed. His father asked him that, "What happened to you my dear child?" John doesn't say anything and silently goes to the washroom. After going to the washroom, he called his father and said, "I'm depressed because I'm not good at studies. If I don't study well, I can't think about my future". His father says softly that, "Dear son, if you're not good at studies, you are good at writing stories. So, you can become a good writer." After saying this, he went to talk with his wife. John was quite happy and started to have his dinner. The next day, he went to his school and saw some dead body lying in his classroom. He got scared and called the principal. The principal got shocked and called over the ambulance. Those people, who came from the ambulance, lifted the dead body and took the dead body to the ambulance. The climate was very chill. John came running and saw the dead body. When he saw the dead body, Rohit was dead. He was puzzled. He was thinking that, "A person who was dead in the classroom and when I came here to see him; it was different person who was my best friend, Rohit. How could this happen? Did someone kill him?" He was thinking about these two main questions in his mind and went to a haunted place which was near to his school. Along with John, Rohan, Diya and Riya, went to the Haunted place. When John went inside the Haunted place, it was raining outside. John thought that the ghost killed Rohit. He guessed because, whenever he sees movies, he likes to see horror movies. So, when people go inside the haunted house, it will be raining with the background music of lightning or thunder. So he guessed. But, his guess was wrong. Rohan went to top of the house and he heard some weird voice of a woman saying that, "The next person who will die will be you if you don't follow my instructions." When Rohan turned back, he saw a Golden gem. Rohan called everyone over there by his phone. Everyone had arrived over there and gathered. Then he explained them that what happened there. John turned back, but, The Golden gem was not there. Riya was thinking that Rohit was kidding us all. But John and Diya was not thinking like that. It was 1:30am. John's father called him and went to home. Rohan was confused and wondering about the Golden gem. The next day morning, only John and Diya went to the Haunted house. Rohan was not feeling well. They went to the same place and The Golden Gem was there. Diya saw a white paper below the Golden Gem. It was written in Chinese. They could not read nor understand it. John turned the paper back and it was written in English. They both read it and really got scared. It was written that: 
"Welcome u all whoever sees this paper. I'm Golden Gem over here. I'm here to help u all. But, u have to follow my strict instructions. If u do, u will get three wishes. U can say me whatever u want. What are my instructions is that, 
1-	U have to get my leg which is there in my house. U have to go to Germany and get it. 
2-	U have to get my face which is in John's house. U have to go to London and get it 
3-	U don't have to get me anything but, u have to get the dead body of Ur relatives or Ur friends.
4-	The last thing is that u have to kill Diya who is John's close friend and give it to me. BYE, BYE, BYE, BYE"

John saw Diya and Diya was smiling. Diya slapped John and he fainted.

TO BE CONTINUED…

"Is there a problem?" Chen Ge took out two hundred RMB and placed it on the counter. The ticket seller quickly recovered from a shock and said, "Sorry, I just thought your name was very familiar. It sounds the same as one of my friends'."
"Is it?" Chen Ge smiled lightly and did not push for more details. The worker moved conspicuously faster and only took several seconds to finish the registration. The ticket for Nightmare Academy was quite interesting—it was an offer letter, and Chen Ge's name was written on it.
"Hold onto your offer letter and document, and please wait in line. When the visitor number reaches five, we can start the tour." After helping Chen Ge with his registration, the worker did not appear too well. With her hands over her stomach, she left the ticket booth in a hurry. Chen Ge carried his bag and lined up behind the other two visitors; he looked very much at ease like he had returned to his own home.
"Brother, did you come alone?" Standing before him was a couple. Their hands were laced together, and they appeared rather nervous.
"Yes, I was rather bored, so I came in for a stroll."
"You sure are brave to have come here alone. This place is very scary. I was just discussing with my girlfriend that if there were not enough people, then we would surrender directly." The man was about 1.7 meters tall and wore a black outfit with wide-rimmed glasses. He looked rather kind and friendly.
"But doesn't that mean you're going to waste your ticket money?" Chen Ge did not quite understand it.
"That is better compared to running out in tears after being scared!" The man thought that Chen Ge's question was rather strange. "My colleague visited this Haunted House before, and it is very scary. Later, we'd better stick together."
"Okay." Chen Ge operated a Haunted House himself, so he would not underestimate his enemy. There had to be a reason for Nightmare Academy's past success. The man appeared to be quite a coward; he kept telling his girlfriend how scary this Haunted House was. His girlfriend cooperated fully—just from his description, her face was already white.
They waited for another minute before a woman about twenty years old and three students walked in. They did not appear to know each other. The three students kept chatting among themselves and sounded quite excited. One of them said that he had attempted this Haunted House before but had given up halfway because it was too scary.
The female visitor looked normal, and there was nothing particularly unique about her—she was the kind who would easily disappear in a crowd. She did not speak much and stood in the corner alone.
"There are enough visitors now. Everyone, please come with me." The worker who needed to use the toilet earlier came out from the staff passage. She carried an old red school bag and several blue storage boxes. "Please do not use your phones when you are inside the Haunted House. We will provide you with the necessary lighting equipment. Do not run or try to instigate a fight inside the Haunted House. Do not touch the actors, and of course, the actors will not touch you."
The worker rattled off the rules of the Haunted House before reaching her hand into the bag and taking out a small flashlight. "Now, please line up and retrieve your flashlight from me."
When the couple in front walked through, the worker handed them the flashlight immediately, but when it was Chen Ge's turn, the worker raised her hand to stop him. "Sir, do you mind leaving your backpack here with us? We will return it to you after the tour is completed."
Chen Ge shook his head. There were four Red Specters inside his backpack. He was worried the whole building would suffer if some kind of accident happened.
"I'm sorry, but those are the rules. I hope you can cooperate with us." The worker stood her ground.
"You are worried that I might carry illegal items with me? That's fine, I can open my backpack for you to check." Compared to the worker of Nightmare Academy, Chen Ge appeared to be more reasonable. He opened his backpack before the crowd. "I've read through your rules. I am not allowed to bring any flammable objects, sharp blades, and video recording devices into your Haunted House. As you can see, there are no such things."
Everyone looked into Chen Ge's backpack, and their expressions slowly turned curious.
"What are all these?" Bright red high heels and cute cartoon doll could be understood as the man's strange hobby, but what about the recorder? To study English? But he was visiting a Haunted House, why would he take such things with him?
The way that the other visitors looked at Chen Ge became weird, and the mind of the worker was filled with question marks.
"Indeed, there are no dangerous objects in here, but…" The worker picked up the recorder. She suspected there might be a small camera installed inside this thing. The worker pressed the play button. The tape turned, and it elicited a static sound. It really did appear to be a normal recorder.
"What do you mean? I can't even bring a recorder when I visit your Haunted House? There were no such rules when I visited other Haunted House!" Chen Ge argued firmly.
"But the point is that no one would have considered carrying such things when visiting a Haunted House." After a moment's hesitation, the worker placed the recorder back into the bag and looked through the other items. In an inside slit of the bag, the worker found a hand-drawn horror comic and a ballpoint pen wrapped in cellophane tape.
"Are you a comic book artist?"
"Do I not look like one?" Chen Ge did not deny it or admit it; he just looked at the worker silently.
The worker did not know how to answer. She put everything back into the backpack and returned it to Chen Ge. "Take your offer letter and flashlight. Go in."
She searched inside the schoolbag for a long time before she found a red flashlight and handed it to Chen Ge. This flashlight looked similar to the other flashlights, but the casing for Chen Ge's was red in color while the others were all green.
After walking through the security door, the few visitors filed into the elevator.
"In ten seconds, your journey of nightmares will become. If you cannot carry on and wish to surrender, you just need to scream at the camera." The worker watched the visitors walk into the elevator and then pointed at the offer letters that every member of the group was holding. With a strange smile on her face, she said, "This time, the visiting number is quite small. To balance out the difficulty, I shall give you an additional hint—think about it, what exactly is the definition of a nightmare?"
The worker pressed the elevator button. The doors closed, and the elevator started to move up.
"Chui Ming, you've been here before, do you know what other secret might be hidden in the offer letter?" one of the students asked the boy next to him.
"Don't read it. Just keep your eyes on your feet after the tour starts." Chui Ming looked just shy of eighteen, and he was very timid.
"Is it that scary?" The other student had a hard time believing it. He tried to open the offer letter, but he was only halfway through when the lights in the elevator went off!
The darkness arrived suddenly, and the elevator was instantly filled with screams. Then, an eerie green light appeared from the four walls of the elevator.


The hearse with the weird odor slowed to a stop before the entrance. The sound of pebbles could be heard bouncing on the ceiling. There were footsteps coming from the corridor, and there seemed to be someone sawing next door. The door knob to the room rattled slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom kept dripping even though it had been screwed shut. There was a rubber ball that rolled on its own underneath the bed. Wet footsteps started to surface one after another on the floor. 
At 3 am, Chen Ge held a cleaver in his hand as he hid beside the room heater. The call he was trying to make was finally answered. "Landlord, is this what you meant by 'the house can be a little crowded at night'‽"

Feng Ling forced her back to a black SUV not far away. Just when she opened the door of the car, there suddenly came a thud. It sounded like the deformed door was finally pried open.
After hearing this sound, Ji Nuan froze, then turned her eyes sharply in that direction and turned to go back.
"Ji Nuan, don't go there!"
"Mo Jingshen is there. I heard they opened the door of the car…"
Feng Ling took her hand, not letting her go.
In this situation, Mr. Mo must be covered in blood, which would be a blow to Ji Nuan if she saw it.
"Feng Ling, let me go."
"Ji Nuan!"
"Please…" Ji Nuan finally broke down and began to cry. Her tears trickled down her dusty, blood-stained face, and she stared in that direction. "Let me go and see him… I want to go and see him…" 
Feng Ling clenched her teeth and pulled her back. Ji Nuan stumbled into her arms, and when Feng Ling was about to take her into the car, Ji Nuan suddenly passed out and collapsed to the ground.
"Ji Nuan!" Feng Ling was startled to see this. She hurriedly caught her body and then took her into the car. When she looked down and saw the blood on her lower body, she hastily took off her black coat and wrapped it around her lower body. Then she quickly contacted the nearest rescue team and emergency center. 
Feng Ling watched how Ji Nuan was pushed out of that car. An average person would be injured if being pushed off a car that was driving at such a speed, let alone the fact that Ji Nuan was pregnant…
Feng Ling didn't dare to think again. She held the phone in one hand and tightly held Ji Nuan's hand with the other, only to find her hands were freezingly cold.
Ji Nuan's blood seemed to be frozen and, from hand to face to neck, her body was cold all over. She was frowning in her coma and seemed to be vaguely babbling. It appeared that she was calling Mo Jingshen's name.
...
When Ji Nuan woke up, she thought she was having a nightmare, but as soon as she tried to move, it hurt all over, as if every bone and flesh of hers had been torn apart and put back together.
There was a moment when she almost suspected that her rebirth was false, and she had returned to the despair and pain that she faced ten years later.
She stared blankly at the white walls and ceiling of the ward for a long time before slowly turning her eyes and looking around.
She was in a hospital again.
But this time, she was in the ICU.
She could feel two tubes fixed on her nose pumping oxygen and something clamped over her fingers, and there were several medical instruments nearby, making a beeping sound from time to time.
Ji Nuan opened her eyes, then closed them, and, a moment later, opened them again.
The nightmare-like experience on the highway haunted her. She tried to take it as a nightmare, but the dull ache in her stomach and the flask hungover were telling her the cruelest truth.
If the baby were still alive, the doctor would not have given her an injection.
The ward was very quiet. Ji Nuan lay motionless. Without any strength to move, she was silently digesting what she had just experienced, her heart and her belly throbbed in pain.
She had a dream that Mo Jingshen took her to Los Angeles River to play, that Mo Nuan Studio was formally founded in Hai City and became a joint-stock real estate company, that she and Mo Jingshen attended a Chinese business manager conference together, and that they stood shoulder to shoulder and she stood by his side and became the best her. 
But as soon as she opened her eyes, she only saw the cold, pale ward.
No one was around.
This was a sterile ward, accessible only to doctors in sterile outfits. Ji Nuan lay quietly alone. A doctor came in and checked her indicators. When he found her awake, he pressed his medically gloved hand to her forehead and spoke consolingly to her in English, "Miss Ji, I know this may be cruel to you, but we are sorry to tell you that the baby is gone. It's not easy for you to survive such a huge impact. You have been in a coma for five days and successfully passed the critical period. After two more days of observation, you can be transferred to a normal ward."
Ji Nuan looked at the doctor in silence and winked a little, meaning she heard him.
The doctor had seen many women who had gone mad or became emotional after distressing major accidents, but Ji Nuan just lay motionless and quietly, slowly winking at him and looking calm.
He couldn't help feeling sorry for her.
Doctors always liked cooperative patients. Seeing her too quiet and calm, he said patiently to her, "Your operation was done by our best medical team, so don't worry. Your reproductive function is not affected at all. When you recover, you can have another baby. A two-month-old baby is only a little embryo. Don't be too sad. You were really badly injured after being pushed out from a fast-driving car. A fall from a car at that speed is equivalent to that from a fall from a four or five-story building. You're fortunate to survive. Big fortune follows a hair escape. Take it easy." 
Ji Nuan quietly closed her eyes and, feebly and slowly, nodded. 
---- 
Two days later, just like the doctor said, Ji Nuan was transferred from ICU to a regular ward.
She was sleeping when she was transferred to the regular ward, and when she woke up, she was already lying on the bed. 
Feng Ling pushed the door open and came in, only to see Ji Nuan lying motionlessly with her eyes open and looking at the ceiling of the ward. "Madam has just come to visit you, but you were sleeping. She made chicken soup for you to nourish your body."
With that, Feng Ling opened a white thermos next to the bed, and a sudden fragrance came from it.
Ji Nuan passed out for five days and spent two days in the ICU with oxygen tubes, not speaking for a week. Smelling the fragrance, she moved her chapped lips, trying to speak, but her voice was hoarse. 
"Where is Mo Jingshen?"
Ji Nuan asked, 'where is Mo Jingshen' instead of 'how is Mo Jingshen now.'
If the answer was that he was still in the hospital, then at least he was alive.
But if the answer was… not that…
Ji Nuan didn't dare to think any further but turned her eyes to Feng Ling. "Answer me."
Feng Ling put some chicken soup in a bowl and stirred it gently with a spoon to make the soup not so hot as she said, "The body and the inside of the car were badly deformed. The driver's seat where Mr. Mo was sitting was too narrow. He suffered a severe blow to the head. And one steel bar went into Mr. Mo's spine, and another through his shoulder…"
She suddenly clenched her hands, which she quietly held at her sides, and froze.
Feng Ling's voice was low as she went on, "You know, around the spine, there are all the nerves that can affect the whole body. Although the operation was a success, Mr. Mo is not yet awake and is still in critical condition."


Having been reborn, she takes one glance at her ridiculously handsome husband and wonders if she had suffered from brain damage back then—she had actually demanded for a divorce with him. Repeatedly! 

In her previous life, she had been deceived by her relatives who eventually led her to her tragic death. With this second chance at life, she vows to cozy up to her husband both literally and figuratively to destroy all her enemies and to take down the women who hid behind their scheming, innocent facades. She would be in control of her own happiness!

This is a sweet, doting love story featuring an intelligent female lead and a perfect male lead who's good at turning her knobs.

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