Si Angelica Cassandra Buenalipa ay isang sikat na manunulat. Ngunit sa kanyang kasikatan ay marami rin ang mga basher niya.

Akala nang lahat ay isa siyang masayahin at maligayahing tao, ngunit mali pal sila. Dahil kabaliktaran ito sa kanyang mga sinulat.

Kung masaya sa kanyang sinulat, iyun naman ang kalungkot sa kanyang totoong buhay.

I know it's pretty scummy of me to not even try reviewing some content to figure out how to write this blog but I'm dealing with newbies to writing like Nimu here. Even if Nimu DID request this, I'm going to keep this simple and easy to understand.

Why would I do that? Well, I'm pretty sure that even if I bring up tropes like the 'Uncanny Valley', no one will actually understand what I'm talking about and would only nod their heads like chickens because I said some big words or something like that...

That's why I'm choosing to keep this real. Now, let's start off with: How do does horror be 'scary'?

In movies, showing images that either poke at our emotions of unease or disgust is one way to go, or just throw a bunch of jump scares and call it a horror movie... Director's choice. Similarly, you are also the 'director' of any 'horror story' you choose to write.

Most horror writers have the wrong assumption when they think about writing 'horror'. They become trapped in unease themselves because 'fear' stops them from writing. Well, if you really DO feel that way, then just channel that into your horror story.

And no, I'm not playing with ya.

There's a reason horror's start off in a simple premise with easy-to-understand people, after all.

Have you never experienced a horrifying event or nightmare before? Fine, I'll give you an example.

There was a time when I was a kid that I suddenly started looking for my older brother who went out of the room that afternoon. As a kid, darkness made me feel uneasy, so I didn't like the feeling of going into the kitchen in the other room which was pitch-black at the time. And that's when it happened!

The older brother I was looking for jumped out of the darkness and scared the life out of me...

Now, from that short memory. What have we found that made this memory so impressionable?

The answer is that there was a 'sudden set-up' of unease before the jump scare, making it scary.

If my brother had jumped in front of me at any other time, I would only be mildly surprised. However, the transition between 'set-up' and 'payoff' made it more worthwhile. This is what you must remember.

Remember, before setting up a scary scene in a horror story, you yourself must first evaluate how much 'set-up' you are willing to make for the end payoff and if that payoff is even worth it.

The reason I got scared by my brother was because of the 'suddenness' of the event. If I had time to properly analyse the situation and realise that my brother was playing a prank, the effect of him jumping out of the darkness wouldn't surprise me.

Likewise, if there was fast or literally no set-up and the payoff was that an brain-like alien actually existed in my kitchen. I would be scared, I would be struck dumb because my suspension of disbelief would be broken. I wouldn't even know how to internalise that event if it actually happened. The only thing I would do is stare at the thing blankly.

Blankness is not fear, it's just your brain not being able to comprehend what you're seeing.

If there is less set-up to big events, the payoff would be low. This is the same for ten chapters of set-up just to reveal someone doing a prank. You yourself must balance 'set-up' with the intended 'payoff'.

However, that's not to say scary story's need surprising moments where something or someone jumps out from the dark. Even that show called 'Goosebumps' knew the best way to scare someone is to manipulate the emotions of a reader.

When something good is happening but there is subtly a small scene of watching the main character through the window, the reader's heart is gripped tightly. If THEY don't want anything to happen to your relatable and kind character, then they will feel unease even if your character is clueless.

Then when the payoff happens, the reader will be assaulted with a sense of grief and sympathy.

Horror story's are just like that. They aren't meant to scare the reader through flashing images or jump scares but cause them to feel deeply. Though this is also a reason horrors are rarely read by people who are looking for something lighthearted and bright.

You must know this target audience and prepare your story well to become a good horror. If mixed with mystery, then you must also make sure to keep what I said in my 'Mystery Genre Analysis' in mind as everything there is also essential in this blend.

(My other Analysis Blogs are in my Saved Posts.)

There are plenty of ways to make horrors not need mysteries by blending it with tragedy. However, it isn't something you can write with a bright heart free of ill-will towards others. After all, you must understand what makes people 'uneasy and disgusted' with something whenever you write something of this genre. As it is needed to bring out the best experience for those reading your work.

Some think Horror and Tragedy are two sides of the same coin. However, there is a reason these two are split up into separate genres. Tragedies might invoke sympathy in those who read it, but Horror strike the readers with true fears even if they are irrational.

Ghost stories make us fear the Supernatural, Stories about technology progressing beyond humans can control makes us fear Science Fiction, and even story about a mystical world which only curse its inhabitants with grief make us fear Fantasy.

We are rational creatures after all. We take each step carefully and are always uneasy about the unpredictable future, that is our mundane form of horror. We fear, and therefore we feel alive.

Thank you for reading~! Comment any more Analysis Blog requests to your leisure! 😆

(Cover by Darkstar Dust)

This is a story I worked on ages ago that has been refined and edited by adding foreshadowing to events while also simplifying the power system better than before. This story can be considered a prequel to An Adventure Beyond Greatness as it takes place years prior to the events of that story.

Short Synopsis:
After retiring from the battlefield, my life became empty and lifeless. The regrets of my past haunt me in my sleep. Then a change occurred, a King from another world summoned me to fight for his kingdom, but I died even before I could give him my answer. Now, after a fake God allowed me to reincarnate (albeit imperfectly) with my memories intact, into a world filled with magic and swords.

Long Synopsis:
This is about a flawed protagonist who only knew to rely on others and not socialise who gets a second chance to change himself in order to live the life he aimed for in his past life. The narrator isn’t exactly trustworthy since it is purely in his bias perspective while other perspectives given by others fill in the blanks that he either leaves out or twists to suit the situation.

The story itself can be considered a parody of Isekai’s classic tropes which are given a sense of reality as time goes by. As there exists no ‘Demon Lord’, there is also no black and white, only characters opinions and counter-opinions throughout the story.

Xu Xiaodong said, "Dongxue, why don't you agree? Isn't this a good idea?"

"That is... I just don't agree." Lin Dongxue hesitated. With the lesson learned from Xu Xiaodong's example so fresh, she didn't dare to take any more risks. Chen Shi was not a policeman. If he was caught, it wouldn't be as simple as shaving his head. 

Old Zhang said, "Sending an undercover person would yield the largest gain at the moment, but it also poses a great amount of risk. I think that Brother Chen is indeed a suitable candidate though. Shall we vote on it?"

Five votes agreed, six votes opposed, and two others abstained.

It was Peng Sijue and Lin Dongxue who abstained. Peng Sijue said, "This kind of voting is meaningless. The most important thing is his own wishes. He is not a policeman. We have no right to interfere with his choices."

Lin Dongxue said anxiously, "With his personality, knowing that our case can't be investigated, he will definitely go!"

Peng Sijue looked at her. "Although I am as worried about his safety as you are, with his capabilities, he'd be able to do it without a hitch."

"His capabilities only involve solving cases. Going undercover is another thing!"

"No, his strengths don't stop there."

"Do you know him or something?"

"I do!"

Lin Dongxue's voice was a bit loud, so it seemed like a quarrel. Old Zhang mediated, "Don't argue. We'll tell Brother Chen tomorrow and then we can decide then. Little Lin, let's get off work for tonight."

Lin Dongxue nodded her head helplessly. She was unable to sleep that night and wanted to call Chen Shi many times. However, every time she dialed the number, she would immediately hang up.

Finally, the next morning arrived and Chen Shi went to the city bureau at his usual time. When he saw Lin Dongxue, he smiled. "Yesterday, Tao Yueyue was watching the palace drama you recommended for the entire night. I am very pleased. Please continue to recommend these meaningless things in the future!"

"Are you mocking me?"

"No, I'm praising you. Yueyue is too smart and fond of learning. She doesn't like to play at all. I'm worried that it's a bit over the top… Did you not sleep well?"

"I slept very late. Oh, there is something we have to tell you."

At the morning meeting, after listening to everyone's words, Chen Shi said calmly, "I can pick up this task."

Listening to his tone, there seemed to be a "but" behind it, so everyone waited anxiously.

"But..." Chen Shi looked at Lin Dongxue. "You have to take care of my child for a few days."

Everyone sighed with relief. "It's okay. We can take care of them!", "My family also has children, so my wife can take care of her."

"No, no, I just need Lin Dongxue to take care of her."

Lin Dongxue didn't smile and said, "Are you sure you understand the situation?"

Chen Shi nodded. "I understand completely. The task force is waiting for the rice[1] and this task can only be done by me."

"If there is any danger, you can voluntarily withdraw and even provide our information to protect yourself. Your safety is the first priority. Do you understand?" This was the measure that Lin Dongxue thought of after thinking about it last night.

"Thank you for your concern. I'll remember it."

Everyone agreed that after three days, Chen Shi would head over. During this time, Chen Shi would not go to the bureau, lest he be found to have been in contact with the police.

Also, Ah Meng was the only person who knew that Chen Shi was a "policeman". He had to be strictly guarded and could not be allowed to inform others. 

Chen Shi was able to take a leisurely day off to prepare a table of dinner earlier on and pick up Tao Yueyue. After dinner, Tao Yueyue asked, "Where are the literary masterpieces that I wanted?"

"I've bought them. I'll give them to you."

Chen Shi took out a pile of books. Tao Yueyue looked at the titles. "So Young"[2], "Never Gone"[3], "I'll Wait for you in Memories"[4], "Love Under the Moon"[5]…

Tao Yueyue said with disdain, "Literary masterpieces?"

Chen Shi proudly responded, "They're contemporary literary classics!"

"Please. I want to participate in a writing competition. How would these books help?"

"Why didn't you say so then? I have the famous four in the house. Do you want to read them?"

"I have already seen them and they are all useless. "Journey to the West"[6] is full of flaws, "Water Margin" isn't an honest tale, "Three Kingdoms"[7] looks boring, and "Dream of the Red Chamber"[8] is like the intertwined tails of fox and dog. [9]

"Don't talk nonsense! You need to ask for forgiveness."

"Take me to buy a book."

Chen Shi looked at the time, "The bookstore shouldn't have closed yet, let's hurry!"

When they got to a nearby bookstore, Tao Yueyue browsed the books on the bookshelf. Chen Shi saw some new mystery novels on the other side. After reading the synopsis, he would go over to her and ask, "Found one?"

He saw that Tao Yueyue was holding a book called "Special Childhood"[10] and couldn't put it down. Chen Shi took another copy of the book from the shelf for himself and looked at the synopsis. He immediately took it from Tao Yueyue's hands and said, "Don't read this. Your childhood is special enough as it is!"

Tao Yueyue pouted unhappily.

"Didn't you want to find a literary masterpiece?"

 "It's no use. Those writers' writings are definitely not good."

"Be careful of the writers coming over to beat you."

"I am telling the truth."

Tao Yueyue went to another shelf and took a few books. There were "One Hundred Tricks for Writing Techniques"[11], "How to Write a Proposition", "Let Junior High School Students Fall in Love with Writing". Upon seeing this, Chen Shi was a little surprised. "You were talking about these?"

"These are very useful. The essay is written for the teacher and they're very stupid. They'll give you good marks if you just utilize these points."

Chen Shi was amused by her old-fashioned outlook and said, "You make it sound so easy. I wonder how little face you'd have if you don't win or get a prize. Okay, I'll buy them for you."

"I want that as well!" Tao Yueyue pointed out "Special Childhood" on the shelf again. 

"No. Go back and watch your palace drama."

Tao Yueyue pulled a face at him.

Taking a large bag of books out, Chen Shi took her to a fast food restaurant. Tao Yueyue asked for ice cream. The chocolate sundae quickly conquered the stomach and heart of the little girl. She enjoyed it so much that her eyes became two crescents[12].

Chen Shi said, "I have to travel for a bit. I'll be away for a few days."

"What about me?"

"You will go to Sister Lin's house."

Chen Shi guessed that she would probably cheer, but Tao Yueyue did not. She looked up from the ice cream and bit the plastic spoon. "Going undercover?"

Chen Shi was shocked and stared at her. This little devil is too smart!

It turned out that she didn't mean it like that. She continued on to say, "Am I going to go undercover? Do you want me to tell her you like her?"

"No, no. You just need to stay there like a good girl."

"How long will you be gone for?"

"Do you want me to be gone for a long or short time?"

Tao Yueyue smiled and replied, "What answer do you want to hear?"

"Your honest feelings!"

"Why don't you two just live together? I really like Sister Lin and I also like Uncle Chen. If you guys live together, it'd be killing two birds with one stone. Don't worry, I won't be a light bulb. If you want to do things, I'll close my door and pretend I don't know." 

Chen Shi smiled and poked her head with her fingers. "What a cheeky little girl!"

1. Waiting for the rice in order to eat their meal. As in, everything is completed except for this one thing. 

2. Actual book. It talks about young people, regrets, etc. It's a very popular book. 

3. A romance novel of those from different backgrounds. 

4. Can't find the English name for this. It's a book about a touching and warm relationship between a person and dog. Animals are the only things in this world who aren't selfish. 

5. A novel about love and how you can't change someone's heart or the changes in a relationship. 

6. Popular classic. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Journey_to_the_West 

7. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Three_Kingdoms 

8. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dream_of_the_Red_Chamber 

9. When you use the fur of a fox, if there isn't enough, they added a dog's fur into it. Meaning that the end was terribly added to an originally good thing.  

10. Can't find the English name for this. A story about the mother of the protagonist dying whilst giving birth. She was sent to his grandpa's residence, because her dad resented her for killing her mother. She was convinced she was a vampire because of her dad's treatment. This story was a highly-rated horror story back in 2009.  

11. I don't know if these are actual books or not, but you can just regard them as textbooks/reference books. 

We follow the story of Song Lang, a genius in the police field, who due to unfortunate circumstances caused by his mortal enemy, now assumes the identity of a driver named Chen Shi. Although he had wanted to live out his days as an ordinary citizen, fate has other plans in store him. Finding himself in the position of prime suspect to a case, he assists a police officer to uncover the truth. Follow the adventures of Chen Shi as he is plunged back into the world of bizarre homicide investigations. Will he be fated to meet his enemy once again?

PART-1
CHAPTER 1 - I❜LL TELL YOU A STORY

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Have you ever believed in the supernatural? You have. Haven't you? 

Who doesn't love a story of a vegetarian vampire falling in love with the loner emo girl? We all know who Raine's been talking about. Don't we? Werewolves finding their mates on or after their 18th birthday and spending a lifetime loving each other.

Cinderella meeting her handsome prince in a similar fashion and spending a lifetime loving each other. Don't we all secretly swoon ourselves over and over again at such endings whilst thinking 'What bullshit are all those writers doing'. 

Did we not? Well, probably not in the vegetarian vampire part. But who in this world does not wish or even hope for a happy ending. But that is it. Those are fairy tales. A bunch of, over glossed stories with a sole purpose in mind of standing out, whilst the details of horror in those stories— they were better left alone and unsaid. 

Who cares for the details, right? Results were all that we care anyway. Let us just stick with that.

As Raine was humoring her miserably ridiculous life after being rejected by her mate and shipped off by her family, whilst what they said and she quotes; "So, you wouldn't depress yourself over an undeserving jerk by seeing him with someone else on a daily basis". 

Ridiculous, right? 

Her aunt Riley's soothing voice brought back her attention to the present reality. "Raine, are you alright? You seem almost lost. You've visited our pack countless times before, haven't you?" She smiled.

'Just once.' Raine had wanted to protest but then on a second thought she held it back in. 

Riley Isabelle Frost was Raine's aunt and to Riley— Raine was her most beloved niece. She had been concerned at first but after looking over at her breathtakingly innocent face, that resembled her second brother's so much; she had been angry at the person who dared rejecting her. 

At that moment, Raine had wanted to cry but had no tears. Her aunt looked to be more lost and concerned than she 'the party in question' was. Raine wasn't even sure if her aunt even knew the art of coaxing or consoling. 
And she had been right on the point. Her aunt, Riley Frost who remained unbeaten at everything else has been sucking at motivating people since her childhood.

To not make it harder on her.. Raine did what had to be done. She gave her the best practiced smile she could muster and said. "I'm fine. Just a little overwhelmed. That is all I guess." And it had been the truth but— Considering the fact that she had a facial paralysis which gave away none of her emotions or thoughts just like her dad's. Her smile might have come across as crooked or weird. 

It was a wrong and deadly move on Raine's part. Her smile, ended up making her look more pitiful than anything else whilst she remained oblivious of its effects, Riley felt her heart ache. Against all odds, Raine tried her best at conveying her present mood across to this lovely and supportive person sitting beside her. She really did try her best, but..
Her aunt was giving off a mixed air that sent chills through her spine. Anger and frustration flashing in her eyes for seconds and then what remained was endless doting. 

"It will be fine, honey. It was just that the timing was a bit off— And that asshole of an alpha heir... Hmph. He's rotten to the core." 

So this was her story now. Wasn't it? A pitiful rejected alpha mate. Raine secretly pressed on her nose bridge. This was getting depressing. She was fine. Really, she was. She wasn't someone who desired a destined partner for life anyway. Her wolf spirit wasn't being out of the ordinary either. They were of one soul and mind. She'd notice if something was amiss. 

Letting out a breathe, Raine resigned to her fate. The overprotectiveness wasn't going to fade away overnight and there was nothing that she could say or do that would make a difference. It would only make them more alert and on guard. Worse, they would think that she was suicidal; like the others who have lost their mates or have been rejected by them. 

Yes. That— Happens. Not too often though. Some reconcile and for the lost, If they persist enough they might find a second chance mate for themselves. Let's just not talk about second chances, that's for the minority anyway. She has her heart set on living a life of a hermit. As for making herself better, stronger and out for revenge? No, thank you very much. Raine feels that she was dashing enough. It was that the guy that had eyes, but couldn't see. Raine wasn't given the nickname of Ice Princess for nothing. 

And it was definitely not because she has an expressionless-hard to read face. Probably not. 

Her family had great werewolf genes, considering they came from a long mixed lineage of Alphas, betas and warriors. It gave them quite an advantage over others because they had a wide range of network and connections. There has been no secrets that's ever been hidden from the Frost lineage. Well, that is going to be a talk about some other time. Sooner rather than later, she presumes.

As the car came to a halt, Raine looked outside to admire the scenery. A feeling of serenity greeted her welcome. Aunt Riley nudged her shoulder and smiled at her warmly. "Come on inside. Everyone's waiting for you."

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QUICK FACT : A ❛Pluviophile❜ is someone who loves Rain, or finds joy and peace of mind during rainy day.

THANKYOU ALL FOR READING AND If YOU LIKE MY STORIES PLEASE RATE, FOLLOW AND LEAVE COMMENTS BELOW. ٩(˘◡˘)۶

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AUTHOR'S THOUGHTS :

[I sincerely hope and give my prayers to the writing fairies to help provide me with endless inspirations and not mess up the plot at the same time or worse drop the novel midway. 
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Just kidding. 
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I'M EXTREMELY GUILTY OF USING AN ILLUSTRATION FROM PINTEREST AS MY BOOK COVER WITHOUT THE CREATORS CONSENT. I USED IT ANYWAY BECAUSE I COULDN'T FIND THE SOURCE AND BECAUSE IT WAS PINTEREST. 

BUT WHOEVER YOU ARE BUDDY, I'M SORRY AND THANK YOU FOR CREATING SUCH A MASTERPIECE THAT SUITED JUST MY TASTE. 

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If only life stayed lsmiledike the first time we met. Raine thought as she softly towards the person who was holding her fragile frame in his strong but shaking arms as blood trickled down her pale lips.

Suddenly, looking back through the rivers of time, nothing filled her eyes but mist. She sighed bitterly in heart. Why is it that the most beautiful things are entwined more deeply with death than with life?
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As y'all can tell I've put Draconic Void on hold for the time being. I'm on my last year of high school and it my priority to keep my grades on the passing side of the spectrum. My grades were failing so I needed to pause writing this story and instead work on those. I've also been experiencing major writers block.
The final exams for this semester are coming up so it'll just be a little while longer until I can update. Over winter break I will work on Draconic void and attempt to update, it's not guaranteed though. Hopefully I'll have a spark of inspiration and writers block won't screw me over.
Until then if y'all wish I could create a chapter that explains the world the story place in, or y'all can simply wait as I slowly reveal things about the through out the story, up to y'all.
Until then my lovely readers 
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Death isn't the one that you should fear. Life is the cruellest being of all. Death ends with peace and tranquillity within a dark void. Life is filled with emotional, physical, and mental pain.

Nico has long since known this. He doesn't fear Death for he truly fears Life, yet he accepts both. This acceptance might as well save his soul and his new life in the long run.

Summary: Nothing changed right now,  might end up changing some small points in story if MCU wants to use cap again. Like a sentence probably 

Chapter coming out shortly after this like 5 mins later supposedly

(also if confusing,. changing my story not related to MCU needing my support/ permission)




so turns out MCU directors and writers are having problems with cap time traveling.

 Some said there were 2 caps(writer) 

while the Russo's covered it up with quantum suit and another jump

they probably won't be using this for Phase 4 ,
may be later but not in the near future,

so just going to side with the writers on cap existing with another cap



basically no change if some are following the MCU timeline

doesn't really matter to the story though since cap never took off the watch for a significant amount of time. I can work the plot with him unable to remove the watch if necessary due to MCU decision

So this guys dies, gets reincarnated to MCU  as Tony Stark

Well, he had a chat with god/random powerful guy before reincarnation so he got something.





First time writing so please be gentle. I'm ok with comments and suggestions as well as loophole/problems. Also please keep them short. 


I'll Try once a week/maybe more. But can only promise once a month



Disclaimer: I don't own the characters(mostly) they are Marvel.Disney/ Whoever Owns them. 

I was inspired by some fanfictions so you might see some similarities.

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Please find any errors and post the error as a paragraph comment or chapter comment at the end of each chapter. I will fix it as soon as possible! I won't say the story is done until all edits are fixed. 

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As writing is a hobby for me, I will be doing my best to get chapters out as fast as I can. Now enjoy reading the Black Market Merchant (BMM)!

~Any and all places and/or people mentioned, referenced, and described my be related to real world things. However, their mention in this story are for purely fictional purposes. The writers intentions do not reflect any of what the real world locations or people feel or say.~

Several years after major nuclear events, followed by the rise of robotic armies, have caused the world to become post-apocalyptic. The year is 2276 and Earth is now full of anarchy, corruption and death. A lone woman carrying a large backpack, in the shape of a coffin, comes to a small post-apocalyptic town in the middle of Utah whose only existence rides on the Colorado River. There is a dam which provides water, food and transportation to the several thousand people who have been congregating in the re-growing town. Many had hoped to fix the hydroelectric station to rebuild their lives, but corruption brews. 

The lone woman stops at one of the bars and gets into a fight with some local gangsters who were mistreating a young girl outside. Causing her to become at odds with the gangs of the town. This is the instance that first roots our heroine, Lisa Cunningham, to save this town and prompted her to grow her Black Market Empire here! 

However, gangs are the least of her worries! Robotic army’s, rebellion militia, mutated monsters, mad cults, competing companies and lustful men ogled over her all the time!! Not to mention the strange events that slowly begin to happen around the girl, Hanna, that she saved. 

Yet there is more to Lisa than good looks alone. She has come back from over 200 years ago and is learning more about what has happened while she was in cryogenic sleep. How will she be able to survive in a hostile world and reach her own goals? 

Follow along now!

—-Estimated current length for the novel once completed might be around a 1,000 chapters. I will determine a better guess for its final length in the future (As of 5/3/20).—-

—-Also, all chapters are unedited and are subject to very minor changes, minor additions and lots of error editing.(sigh) —-

—-Release Rate: 1 Chapter per day, occasionally more. If I miss a day it will only be one in succession. I work 50+hrs a week, so this is just a fun creative hobby. —-

Debbie didn't comment much about Scarlet's errand as she kept the poker face.
"Welcome back."
Scarlet nodded and tried to wipe the smile off her face. The governess noted that despite the calm mask on the blogger's face, Scarlet's eyes were livelier now. The lady was glad that her little assignment had done the trick.
"I was able to look through most of the story," she informed Scarlet and the girl became more serious. "I'm impressed by your creative ideas. Can you tell me where you got the inspiration from?"
Scarlet blushed at the praise and shuffled awkwardly. "I was researching when I came across something called Cats the Musical from Broadway*... I thought that it would be easier to model some people after talking cats to better portray their struggles in a comical manner?"
Debbie looked pleased with Scarlet's response and had a huge smile on her face. "Great! While it isn't ready to be turned into a book, I think we should commemorate your very first masterpiece. Does this story have a title?"
Scarlet didn't seem to think of it in a bad way, so Debbie was secretly relieved. Rejection can be a very harsh thing for writers and she didn't want to stamp out the burning flame in Scarlet. It might not be a huge bonfire yet, but the passion was still there. Fortunately, the girl was a fighter. She accepted it with grace and moved on, seeking further improvement.
"I think we can call it 'A Catty Conversation'. Would you mind pointing out where exactly I've gone wrong?"
Debbie blinked. "All in due time, Scarlet. For a first attempt, it was very good. I just needed something to be the gauge of your current abilities before we move on from there. From what I can see, you have a rather strong grasp of the English language. The grammar and structure are not worrying. You also have an intuitive sense of how to pace your stories with a very natural way of telling it. Your characters spring to life with how you describe your scenes, although some transitions can be shaky. But don't worry, we will work on them."
The blogger nodded as she heard her mentor's feedback. "Actually, I've been thinking of a question for a while now."
"Yes?"
Scarlet hesitated. Should she admit that she wasn't a natural prodigy when it came to writing? Would Debbie no longer be impressed or will she express her disappointment? After a while, Scarlet eventually decided to go with the truth. After all, it was harder to conceal the truth with time. The blogger knew that if she was truthful right from the start, she wouldn't disappoint the editor too much. Sure, Debbie might be disappointed for a while, but maybe she would come to understand how to help Scarlet more?
"Actually, I researched some writing tips for writers online before I attempted to write something. A Catty Conversation isn't my first work. It's probably my third or fourth? I've lost count. Also, It has been revised twice and edited once before I submitted it. I just want to know, how does an author create their personal style? I've tried finding answers for there isn't a definite answer."
Debbie smiled. It's a question that all young writers ask. Sadly, not even she could give them the answer. Instead, the editor gave Scarlet her very first homework.
"It's a very good question, Scarlet. I would be rather worried if you hadn't asked about it or research anything about writing beforehand. This shows that you have a levelled head and aren't egotistical. There's definitely room for improvements for everybody in the writing world. It doesn't matter if you're young or old, have published best-sellers or won the Nobel Peace Prize. Style is something that comes over time with experience, practice and wisdom. It's not learnt or taught, it is discovered and created. Think of a writer's style as their writing personality and DNA. It's unique to every individual."
She then picked up the blank exercise book and smiled. "This is going to be a very good starter. I'd like you to write all the questions you have about writing and write them down in this book and I will answer them next week. Don't forget to decorate the book and give it a name too!"
The blogger was puzzled. "I have to give this book a name too?"
Debbie looked at her as if that Scarlet was asking if the sky was blue today. "Of course! It's only natural, right? You name the things that are precious to you. For writers, what can be more important than books?"
Scarlet didn't know what to say. One should never judge a book by their cover, and at this moment, she thinks that it is especially true for Debbie who packed her things and bid the Wilde's goodbye. On the surface, Debbie sounded sane and looked nothing out of the ordinary. However, after getting to know her tutor a little better, Scarlet decided that all writers have to be a little bit insane at the very least to produce such stories.
Once Debbie left, Scarlet looked at the book in her hand. The press plants were currently still in the processing. Tina was helping her to dry them out by pressing them in between the pages of thick phone books. Alex had also agreed to lend Scarlet some of her art supplies when the plants were ready. Scarlet was excited about how the communication diary would turn out, but for now, she had to come up with a name.
Something that means secret... Scarlet didn't really know the meaning of names, so the best way to do it was by searching it up on the internet. It didn't take her long to find a list of names that had 'secret' in their meaning.
As she scrolled down the names, one of them caught her eye. It was a name with a double meaning and Scarlet thought that it was actually perfect for her first communication diary.
"From this day forth, you shall be known as Judah!" the blogger proudly announced to the blank exercise book.
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At age 10, Scarlet Liu Xiu Wen was tested with a Mensa IQ of 156.

By age 12, she was publishing books with the pen name Permanent Frost. By age 14, she was a successful vocalist-composer in the band called Britannia. By age 16 Scarlet had a successful career as a model and actress going by the stage name of Liu Xiu Wen.

However, there was a secret that the world didn't know. Away from the limelight, Scarlet took on yet another persona online as Pirate S - the eccentric half-genius. Everyone who lurked in the forums knew her name. Known for her unusual takes on life and mostly popularly for her "Human Observation Diary" blog, Scarlet enjoys the nerd life in secret.

Human Observation Diary has always kept to a very standard format but one day, a reader pointed out that the blog has recently been differing from its usual format. Intrigued by the trigger, Scarlet investigates her latest human observation - an online NEET by the name of Jedd77.

From further interactions, Scarlet finds herself helplessly drawn to him. As their friendship develops into something more, Scarlet has to make a choice.

To give up her secrecy and allow Jedd77 to be a part of her life? Or continue the game of cat and mouse even after the face reveal.

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Su-hyuk Jang, a producer with five years of experience, clicked his tongue in disapproval the moment he stepped into the meeting room. "Jaehyung!" he yelled, turning towards the youngest producer in the team. "I told you so many times to get this place cleaned up before I get here! It's like a damn barn in here!"
"Oh, another team just got done with their meeting, so..."
"Hey. Kiddo. Didn't I tell you to just get moving and not give me stupid excuses? Getting into weird habits, aren't we?"

Jang raised his hand towards the young producer, who cowered in fear and quickly dropped his head.

"I'm so sorry, sir."
"Get on with it then! Chop chop, get this place cleaned up!"

Jaehyung scurried over to the meeting table, frantically getting rid of all the used cups and stray pens and markers rolling all over the place. As he watched the young man work, Jang muttered to himself, wholly dissatisfied. Such laziness, and from the newbie of all people! How was he supposed to trust this boy with running errands? Huffing and puffing, Jang took his seat at the head of the table, followed by three writers. They each sat in their respective seats, sharing nervous glances between each other.

"A-Anyway, Ms. Kim!" one of the writers spoke up, attempting to lighten the mood. "What happened with that tip from the other day?"
"Nayeon went to check it out. Go on, tell us."

Nayeon promptly arranged some pictures on the table and began to explain.

"Have you all heard about the "reading boy"? He went viral a few months ago, and you can definitely tell why. He has this sort of... other worldly feel to him."
"Hmm. I'm not familiar," said Jang, scratching his head as he scrutinized the pictures.
"Oh, he's so cute!"
"I've seen him!" exclaimed the young producer. "I remember thinking he was really good-looking. Weirdly so, to be honest. Still, you can't stop looking at him."
"Huh. He must be pretty famous, if even Jaehyung knows about him."
"Yes, actually. His pictures were trending on quite a few search engines at the time. Anyway, the tip was about him. Oh, I have a picture from when I went to talk to him!"

Nayeon quickly tapped her tablet screen, searching and searching, as the others continued to admire the pictures on the table.

"Wow, look at him. He seems pretty photogenic, yeah?"
"Definitely. Guaranteed views right there."


Found it! Nayeon held up her tablet triumphantly. "Here! He shot an ad!" The picture on the screen was of a young boy sitting at a desk, intently reading a book. It was an ad for the public library, yes, but a sort of picturesque fantasy feeling emanated from the picture despite the modern props.

"He's a model?"
"Not professionally, but the picture that went viral was taken in this library. So they took this as an opportunity to advertise the public library in time for the fall exhibit, and had him be their model."
"Okay, that's enough backstory." Jang sighed as he waved his hand dismissively. "Tell me about the tip."
"Oh, of course. I spoke with his homeroom teacher first, to confirm the tip, and she claims that he's not like the other kids. All the other teachers know about him, too, so he's pretty well known in school. He's really good at math, and he's started to learn physics. Alone."
"Alone? He's self-taught?"
"Yes. Just like our tip said, he doesn't receive tutoring at school or at the institute. Spends most of his time at the library. I spoke to the institute as well, and apparently he borrows books from the older kids and reads those all day. Of course, no private tutor. The kid confirmed this."
"Reads books, huh...? What about tests?"
"I went ahead with the interview before giving him the test papers, but honestly, it was pretty easy to tell he's different."

With that, Nayeon recalled yesterday's events at Inpyeong Elementary.

****

The two sat across from each other in the counseling room.

"Oh, it's warm here," noted Nayeon. "I'd heard that schools had good air conditioning now, but I didn't think it'd be this good."

Lucid stared at her blankly, which made her laugh a bit. "Don't worry, I'm just talking to myself. Should we start off with some questions? First things first, what's your name?"

He told her.

"Did your parents name you?"
"No. From my understanding, the chairman of the institute I'm staying at came up with it."
"Oh, really? Well. It suits you. Anyway, I heard you like reading. Is that true?"
"Hmm... Yes, I suppose you could say that." Lucid answered rather hesitantly.
"Could you elaborate?"
"I think it's more accurate to say that I like reading books to study."

Had she heard him correctly? She wasn't exactly sure. First of all, where the hell had that answer come from? And second of all...

"I'm sorry, but you are in the first grade, correct?"
"Yes."

That was answer enough, but Nayeon still had to stop herself from asking his age.

"Alright, then. Could you explain the difference to me?"
"I think that reading and reading to study have different objectives. When I first came to school, I read everything I could get my hands on, because I liked to read. I read biographies and textbooks on math, science, grammar. My goal back then was to immerse myself in the books and marvel at the ideas in them. But now, my goal is to study. I'm reading books so I can understand their content and gain more knowledge. So, since there are two different goals, I think they should be seen as two different things."

Nayeon thought (or rather, knew) that further interviewing would be rather pointless. If a first grader was able to convey his thoughts with such eloquence and sound logic, didn't that automatically qualify him as a genius? This wasn't just a tip. This was a huge scoop.

"Well then," she continued, "what books have you been reading recently?"
"Physics, mainly. I'd like to learn more about physical phenomena. But I found out that you need to know a lot of math to understand physics. So I've been reading math books, too, but I'm not that good at it, so the physics books make little sense to me."
"How far along are you with math?"
"Just the four arithmetic equations. I think I understand linear equations well enough."

Was he really a first grader? He sounded more like a middle schooler.

"A first grader who knows linear equations?" Jang asked, interrupting Nayeon's recollection. "Are you sure he's in elementary? Not middle school?"

Nayeon cringed internally at the realization that she and Jang had thought the same thing, but powered through to continue her explanation.

"Yes, sir, yes. Anyway, we don't need to have a long meeting about this. With his looks and his brains, he's going to be a huge hit! I know it."

Jang turned around to look at Wang, one of the writers.

"Do you have a story in mind?"
"First, we need more information on his school life. Or even his life at the institute," Wang answered, twirling a pen between her fingers. "We'll include some more interviews, get his IQ tested, and ask a science high school or even a university to collab and get a professional evaluation. That good?"
"He's even more stunning in person, I guarantee it." Nayeon chimed in. "He doesn't look wholly Korean, but it's not like he looks like a foreigner, either. It's weird, but it works. You take one look and you know he's objectively really good-looking. My point is, the story doesn't matter! His face alone could bring in so many views!"
"Nayeon, sweetie. I admire your confidence, but his face is something the camera crew will take care of. We're writers."
"I'm just saying. There's nothing wrong with having something pretty to look at."

Jang ignored this whole exchange, instead turning to the younger producer to relay directions.
"Jaehyung, get the cameras ready. Ms. Wang, I trust you to come up with a good storyline and a solid schedule. Get back to me with both."
"How long?"
"We're not sure this'll work, so 20 minutes for now."

And with that, the meeting was over. As they left the room, one of the writers, Yunseon Jo, approached Nayeon.

"Was he really all that?" she asked.
"Oh my God!" Nayeon shouted. "You have no idea! Like, so much better than any child actor I've ever seen! I literally had to stop myself from hugging him, it was insane!"
"Look at you. You're totally gone. I saw it coming, with you going on and on about his face instead of focusing on a story. Are you into kids?"
"Hey! That's going way too far! I'm just saying, his face keeps popping up in my head..."

Smack!

A loud noise rang through the hallway as Yunseon slapped Nayeon's arm.
"That! That's going to far! Watch what you say, Nayeon. That's honestly going into lovesickness territory."

Nayeon rubbed her arm gingerly, but still looked like she had more to say. Thankfully, Wang stepped in just in time to stop her.

"That's enough. The producer told you already, but I'll remind you just in case. We're writers. We come up with a story for the program. The camera works on the looks. Or do you want a transfer?"
"Ms. Wang! Aww, that's so mean! I was born to be a writer, you know that!"

Nayeon tried her best to escape her situation, using her status as the youngest writer to act cute and innocent. It didn't exactly work, per se, but Wang still found it endearing enough. She invited her juniors to dinner, and the three took the elevator down.

****


Lucid, having reached middle school level mathematics, had gotten a new idea during class a few days ago and was now attempting a new type of magic. He found that the best thing to come out of this whole "prodigy" ordeal was that none of the teachers scolded him for not paying attention in class.

"Kyung-ho," Hee Yeon warned,"pay attention, sweetie."
"But plaster face...!"

Indeed, "plaster face" wasn't paying attention at all, but before Kyung-ho could point that out, Hee Yeon sighed and warned him again.

"Kyung-ho! You know better than you talk back to your elders, don't you?"
"Yes..." said the boy, his voice barely a whisper.
"I'll let it slide just this once, because I know you're usually a very good students who listens to what 
I say. But it's just this once! Next time I catch you doing something else, you'll have to be punished. Is that clear?"
"Yes..."

Hee Yeon knew that she was being rather unfair, but she pushed her guilt aside. Even during the slight commotion, Lucid appeared to have been lost in his own thoughts, but Hee Yeon was actually quite grateful for this. Though it had only carried on for a short while, the other children all rather enjoyed watching their teacher become increasingly flustered at Lucid's incessant questions. It had been something of a game for them, and they had grown to look forward to Lucid asking questions, going as far as to persuade him to do so.

Thankfully, however, Lucid's interest had shifted to self-study (or so Hee Yeon firmly believed, as she didn't want to think that he was disappointed in her lack of knowledge), meaning he now spent the majority of his time pondering to himself or reading books. This meant that Hee Yeon could finally relax, with no need to be on constant guard for potential questions, and it was also why she left Lucid be in class.

During break, Lucid left the classroom and made his way down to the courtyard, which he had been staring at for the better portion of class. As it was, Myeong-su, from the classroom next door, had also come out to play. As excited as ever, he ran and ran, determined to make the most out of the ten minute break between classes.

"Oh hey, plaster face!" he called. "Aren't you cold?"

While Myeong-su was wearing a thick jacket, Lucid was only wearing a T-shirt.

"Oh, yeah. I'm fine." Lucid grinned.


<Clash (4)> End.

A boy who was living an ordinary life in another world suddenly came to the present world.

Social systems, way of life and morals... They have all changed.

How will the boy try to survive?

What kind of life will the boy live?

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