Two pairs of eyes collided; one cold and confident, the other, bright and unfettered.

When fate calls for their lives to meet, a story shall be birthed from hesitation and courage.

Heaven knows what kind of future they will create. 

Dare you flip the pages and find out?

So, I'm now 5 years old. I'm in Year 1. If I was in Japan, I wouldn't even be going to school. Jesus, my classes are horrible. Everyone keeps treating me like a girl. Heck, even the teachers treat me like one. Well little problems. My friendship with James and Alma is going great. We really bonded over this year. My quirk has also seen some significant growth. I tried infusing the wind element into a paper throwing star, caused it to slice through a curtain. Definitely dangerous. I also find that I could make potions. I thought of Minecraft potion effects and thought 'hey what if I infuse energy and fire element into a water bottle.' First try I caused it to evaporate. Second produce a fire water, drank it by accident and it was like eating concentrated ghost chilli pepper. My tongue is still numb. Milk didn't really work on it. However, I could now produce pepper concentrate on the go. Bound to be useful. The third try, I created a fire resistance potion. Naturally(with me being the avatar) I'm resistant to passive flames. I tested it on an insect. I thought it worked but all it did was make the insect unable to feel temperature. I created a temperature numbing drug. Not bad if I do say so myself. I kept trying until I finally succeeded. Those insects' sacrifices would not be forgotten. My next test was to see if it worked on objects. So, I poured the potion onto a teddy bear and then using my expert control. Almost burned down my house. Yeah, didn't expect for things to go so outta control. Luckily only my bedroom got damaged before mother put out the fire. However, most thing in the room are either water damaged or burn damaged. She decided to flood my room with me in it. She's must me great at her hydro-kinesis. The teddy did survive, so I successfully crafted a potion  of fire resistance. But I won't be doing any more of this. Partially because I might damage the house. But mostly because mother used this as an excuse to sleep with me in the guest bedroom. My father was looking ecstatic, sacrificing his only son just to get some peace 


More importantly, the lives of Kouta's parents. Suggesting that Midoriya's 16 at the time (when they went to their camp outing Midoriya must be 16 at least. Otherwise they did so much in less than a school grade, which  is bullshit.) Kouta's parents must have died when Midoriya was 14. If I am almost the same age as the deku, I have to be able to take on an A/S-rank villain in 9 years. No sweat, Muscular is only like a diluted version of All-Might, Japan's Number 1 hero. Awww Shit. Well I must hope that I'm the same age, but I in some ways, to be part of the MHA world, I kinda need to be in Midoriya's class. 

That aside, time to create a manga and a light novel. Why you may ask, not to get money, but also to make a name and to get some influence. Okay, also money. With my memory retention, I can remember all light novels and plots I have ever seen. And with the manga market saturated with hero manga based on real life. My manga will be an 'original' and 'creative' masterpiece. I can't wait. I'll start with In Another World with My Smartphone. I want publicity, but it doesn't have to be good publicity. My manga will be Dragon ball. This is a classic. With its classical art style and gags, this'll win over the public. Now to convince my parents to get me The Technology.

"Mama, can I have tablet to draw on and watch cat videos." I say in a girlish voice.

"Sorry honey, but I don't think you old enough to have one." She says apologetically.

"Pwease, mama (activate puppy eyes) I really want it. Remember I love you thisssss much" widening my arms in a cute manor.

 She suddenly bolts out the door. Crap, did I overdo it. Well I better write down ten chapters for the light novel. I can't wait for the reaction.

~7 minutes later~

*Thud*

What the heck was that. Shit is it robbers. I quickly scramble out of the guest bedroom, checking every corner while I make my way to the front door. What I see next is a silhouette, holding a package, with a crazed look in their eye. Painting, she steps forward. Aw crap. I scrabble back, by back hitting the wall. My father peeks around a corner, he looks ready to pounce. Suddenly, the intruder takes a long, hard stare at hi. Their eyes meet, next second my father disappeared. Goddess damn it. Useless. It crouches down.

"Hello, daughter. Let's have some fun. Hehehehehe."

Oh No

~2 hours later~

 2 hours playing with that demon. Dressing me up in idol clothing she bought online, tickling me all over and recording the whole thing. I stumble out of the room, shaken by the hellish routine, this must be child abuse. Thankful, I got the top-of-the-line tablet which has 8192 levels pen pressure, 21.5" HD IPS Display, ultra-light-weight pen and drawing software support. This thing's perfect for drawing manga. Time to download a manga drawing app and start make manga. Then I need to contact a publisher. Better wait for a few years then contact them, it a bit unbelievable that a 5-year-old is pumping out manga.

2 hours playing with that demon. Dressing me up in idol clothing she bought online, tickling me all over and recording the whole thing. I stumble out of the room, shaken by the hellish routine, this has to be child abuse. Thankful, I got the top-of-the-line tablet which has 8192 levels pen pressure, 21.5" HD IPS Display, ultra-light-weight pen and drawing software support. This thing's perfect for drawing manga. Time to download a manga drawing app and start make manga. Then I need to contact a publisher. Better wait for a few years then contact them, it a bit unbelievable that a 5-year-old is pumping out manga.

I quickly show the manga I created to my mother and father; they are really impressed with the design as well as the story. They especially like the idea of a kid with a monkey tail and think that a world without quirks is pretty much original. It seems like my mother has some connection with publishers in japan, who knew. She said she would give them a call to see if they would be interested in it while also open a bank account for me.

Crackedhouse Studio Editor POV

Crackedhouse Studio, despite the naming sense, is one of the most well respected and influential publishers for Manga, Light novels, magazines and novels. However, anything that interests may be given some support. With branches in major countries around the globe, it allows them to meet with artists. It's an expensive but beneficial to their company in finding new authors.

Although it's competitors, DreamPlanet, slowly gaining popularity, mainly due to their new releases of a few light novels and Manga. Their names are In Another World Without A Quirk, Reincarnated As A Quirkless Sword; Watch Me Rise To The Top, My Wizard Academia and  their most popular manga The Quirk Stealer Skill Is Overpowered. While Crackedhouse Studio struggles to fin an exceptional manga to blow their opposition out of the water, DreamPlanet might steal their spot as number one.

Great, the manga chapter for Hero In Parallel World is late. How am I gonna explain this to the Bossman. God this is a disaster. With the pressure of DreamPlanet, Bossman demanded a decrease for the deadline. We're overburdened. One slipup when he's in a bad mood and I might lose my job. I don't want to work in a black company. Great, another phone call, I hope it's about when I'll get the new chapter.

"Hello this is Okuma Kaori of Crackedhouse studio how may I help you" droned Kaori

"Hello, my name is Shiro Teichi. My daughter created a wonderful manga and would like for your company to publish it. He's a genius 5-year-old. The manga's named Dragon Ball and is likely to gain a lot of popularity. I'll hope (for your sake) that you consider publishing this. Fufufufu." says Teichi.

Shiro Teichi. THE SHIRO TEICHI! The supervillain that devastated Endeavour, hospitalising him. " Y-yes, we would l-love to publish this manga, please submit them to our site and if they meet the criteria, we'll publish it."

"Great, it'll be published under pseudonym called Avatar_Rio. My daughter thought it's fantastic and you do too. Also, you don't have to be so worried. I don't bite... often." replied Teichi before hanging up.

I must tell the Bossman. This is huge.
 
Bossman (will not be named) POV

Kaori just came in panicking. Apparently, THE Shiro Teichi just called saying her daughter, under the fake name Avatar_Rio, wants to upload a manga called 'Drakon Balls' or whatever. I swear the stuff this girl comes up with makes my blood boil. Perhaps it's time to let her go, she's too much of an annoyance. Huh what's this. Somebody called Avatar_Rio just uploaded a manga called Dragon Ball. F@£%. I don't want to piss that woman off. Hopefully decent to the point where i won't get in trouble for publishing it.

~10 minutes later~

This manga is pure genius. It comedic with old school manga style, classic gags and the overall simplicity that you can't find in modern day manga make it wonderful. A 5-year-old created this; I must send somebody to meet this prodigy. I would go myself, but 'that' woman creeps the hell out of me. Kaori looks like you just saved you job.

MC's POV

~2 weeks later~

Looks like they accepted 'my' manga. Time to rake in those Jane Austens (£10 notes). It seems that today I will be meeting with an Editor of Crackedhouse studio. Can't wait. Suddenly, I'm grabbed from behind and before I know it, I'm wearing a summer dress. Ugh. Why does she want to dress me up now. It's bad enough that she makes me get these girly hairstyles... No. Nonononono. I will not meet the editor dressed like this.

*Doorbell rings*

FFS. Why does she want to take away all my dignity.

My father opens the door and invites in the editor. Right now, I am being restrained on my mother's lap.

"Hello, my name Okuma Kaori and I'm the editor sent from Crackedhouse studio. I'm here to speak to the daughter of Shiro Teichi, also known as Avatar_Rio. I'm assuming that the child on Shiro Teichi lap is her darling daughter" Kaori says, giving a bright smile.

What? Is she talking about me. I'm a boy, a boy. What has this woman told you. This defamation and slander. I demand restitution.

"Excuse me Ms, but I'm a boy, a BOY. Not a girl. Ask my father." I reply

I look to my father, All eyes are on him. Hopefully he'll sort this all out. Oh no. The look on my mothers face. It's like she's daring him to agree with me. You can do this, you feel great, you can win this. I keep chanting this over and over. Hoping that this might somewhat negate the inevitable.

"Shiro Kawa is my daughter" he whimpers

"Excuse me husband, I don't think I've heard you. Speak clearly"

"I said Shiro Kawa is my daughter"

The look on my father's face is so pathetic. My mother's face looks proud and happy, grinning from ear to ear. Father... you goddess-damn defeatist.

"Anyway, I'm here to discuss your contract. You will receive £110 for every page drawn and 9.5% royalty when your book is sold. This contract will last a year. At the end of the year it will be renewed. This is so that the amount of money you receive will increase after each year. However, this is dependent on whether or not your manga receives a good response." Kaori states

"What is my anga does bad? Will it be cancelled" I say, tilting my head to the right." Also isn't £110 a little too musch. I'm not complaining but I ant to know why so much."  Rio says (spelling on purpose to make him sound cute to get her off guard)

"The reason is because my boss believes that this manga would do well and that in the future, we will be exclusive partners. And if your manga gets cancelled you could try your luck at another company. But between me and you. I think that this manga is doing great." She replies giving a customer service smile.

There is a total of 519 chapters worth of Dragon ball, with the first 194 being adapted into Dragon ball and the 325 being adapted into Dragon ball Z. The first chapter of dragon ball was 30 pages. That alone is £3,300 but is also an exception. Let's say the average amount of pages was 14 per chapter for the whole of Dragon Ball series(194-1 so 193). I would make £297,220, without royalties, minimum. The Dragon Ball Z chapters also consisted of say 14 pages. I would earn £500,500, without royalties, minimum. I would have to pump out one chapter every week for their magazine and they would adapt every 12.1 chapters into a volume meaning each volume has 192 pages in it. Not bad. I cannot even imagine what the royalties are going to be. And i could easily handle the drawing. Thanks to my adaptable body, I could easily finish a chapter in a day(I don't have to story board and stuff. With memory retention, I can cheat a lot of this.) . This would only decrease as my body becomes more adapted to drawing. So, there is really no downside. Plus, I do not have to waste time story boarding and stuff so that cuts out a lot of it. And all I must do is send in a chapter to make it into their weekly magazine. So, it's 58 chapters per year. Perfect, I knew memory retention was a good choice. However, I do want more royalty.

"Ms, can I get 18% royalties and I'll sign the contract right away."

"Hmmm. Let me make a call and see what I can do." Says Kaori walking out the room. Minutes later she returns. "Okay seems like that's acceptable know time to go over the Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah" [Author goes into the contract, stating a lot of things. Not important.]

As Ms Okuma Kaori leaves, I feel accomplished. With this I'll easily be able to afford my endeavours. But I feel that she thinks I'm a girl. I need to fix that. Picture won't help. If I send them, she might get arrested. I might need to get my birth certificate. But mother locked that down tight. Problem for another day. I'll tell them about the light novel in a few years. Let me create a collection. I doubt anyone will come up with these ideas. And if they do, I'll sue them. Tell them they ripped of my idea and show the a few of the novels. I'll definitely win. Plus, I have my mother. They regret releasing her.

Truck-kun, goddess, reincarnation, avatar powers, Kacchan, izuku, the might, trap, my hero academia.
These word mean something. But I'm not sure what. This is my first novel published. And I have very little clue on what to do.

Wan Jia felt all her strenght leave her body. Lu Aotian reached out to hug her. "You would have to face it some day." 
Wan Jia closed her eyes. "Where is my mother? I want to kill her!" How dare she have her with such an evil man? Had her brain been fed to pigs? Couldn't she find a better man? 
Lu Aotian calmed her down. "Baby, I'm actually not entirely sure. You can ask your mother when you meet her." 
She felt better and slightly more hopeful. What she didn't know was, it would not make sense if her father was someone else. His investigation had never been wrong. He only told her that to make her feel better. When the time came for Xia Rou to tell her, she would be more prepared to face the news. 
When she was calm enough, she asked more questions. "Does he know?" 
"You resemble your mother so he probably does." 
"Then why does he hate me?" 
"I wouldn't know. Perhaps it's because you refused to play his game..." and because he and Xia Rou are in bad terms. He left the second half of his statement for Xia Rou to tell her herself. 
"I don't want to believe it. Can we investigate a little more?" 
"Mmh." 
Lu Aotian kissed her and asked, "I have already answered all your questions. Can I ask mine now?" 
"Mmh." 
"What exactly did Tyler tell you?" 
Wan Jia felt it was nothing that should be kept from Lu Aotian. "He wanted me to cooperate with him. I don't know what he wants to do to General Yun." 
"You agreed?" 
"No." 
"Good. I don't want you to send yourself into dangerous situations like those. You don't know what kind of person he is exactly. He might not necessarily have the same aim as us." 
That reminded her of something. "Speaking of which, I'm starting to suspect that Tyler is using Yun Xuan. Isn't it strange? All this while they are not yet married and...he suddenly came to me, saying that the fake doesn't benefit him and he wishes to switch to the original." 
Lu Aotian answered her expressionlessly. "It's been long and we are not married either." 
"That's different. We are not yet married because we are waiting for me to reunite with my parents. Now that it could be General Yun...urgh...only my mother matters now." 
Lu Aotian was still expressionless. "Then we should just focus on our relationship. Yun Xuan's relationship is none of your business." 
He did not want her to care about Yun Xuan. He knew her very well; she was too kind for her own good. If she rekindled her friendship with Yun Xuan, she may just create a perfect loophole for General Yun to use against them. 
Wan Jia was currently thinking of an idea that if he knew anything about, he would punish her for hours. To avoid him getting suspicious, she turned to kiss him. 
Lu Aotian was not that easy to fool. "What are you hiding?" 
"Nothing." she giggled and skipped away. 
...
That week's issue of Moon Weekly was released not too long after. As expected, the sales were through the roof within the first couple of hours.
Especially when Lin Lihua's fans noticed that she was both on the cover page and in some pages of the magazine, they swarmed to buy them just for their idol. The jewelry sets, on the other hand, had risen in value tremendously as everyone offered sky high prices to buy them. 
The prices being offered were terryfying. It made one wonder whether they were trying to buy a jewelry set or a family treasure. However, Lu Enterprises was not just moved by money and still held onto them. 
Very soon, some fans started noticing the models on the cover page and began gossiping online.
[How come no one mentioned it? Isn't the girl on the left the goddess from Elite Fashion World?] 
[Now that you mentioned it, it's really her! She's in the same frame with our Queen Lihua again!]
[They look so beautiful together! It's already torturing enough to see one beauty. Now that there's two of them, I'm passing out!] 
[Has anyone noticed it? Every time these two appear in the same frame, they look like they share very deep emotions for each other. Could they be...haha!] 
[Haha that reminds me. Did you see them wearing best friend outfits? They look so adorable! It was the first time seeing our Queen Lihua with bunny ears and she looks so cute.] 
A certain fan bravely speculated [Could they be a couple?] 
This particular fan recieved tens of thousands of comments. [That could be true. Didn't you see  our queen on the goddess' runway? She must have gone to support her girlfriend!] 
[Queen Lihua, don't keep us guessing now. Is the goddess your girlfriend?] 
Soon, there was a new headline. [The goddess and the queen. New couple?]  
Someone from Lu Enterprises finally caught wind of this headline. [Do you want to die? The goddess is our lady boss. Even if we don't kill you, our President Lu will.] 
Lin Lihua sighed in her apartment. Fans these days are so...imaginative. 
On the other hand, Yun Xuan was exploding in fury. Wan Jia made such an outfit and even wore it with Lin Lihua? They were best friends now? What about her? She was the only one allowed to wear matching clothes with Wan Jia! How could Lin Lihua appear from who knows where and snatch her best friend?

[COMPLETED] [EDITING ONGOING]
After being separated from him for three years, Wan Jia had only one goal: to take back her daughter from him. 

Yet, she would never have expected that things would unfold so differently from her expectations. 

"I will not let you have custody of our daughter." He had said in all seriousness. "But if you become my wife, you will have every right to be with her and we will be a complete family, just like we should be." 

Wan Jia looked up at him in shock. "Don't you hate me?" 
Looking into her eyes, he enunciated word for word. "Wanwan, I do hate you. But my love for you is much stronger than the hatred." 

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Wan Jia; 
A young fashion designer. Thanks to a huge twist in her life, she gets to meet the love of her life. 

Lu Aotian; 
Not your every day CEO. Despite every difficulty they faced in the past, his love for Wan Jia and their daughter, Lu Meili, never wavers.
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[Tuesday, Registration]

"You are walking in a forest and notice an untouched field of wildflowers. How many do you take?" Ethan read from a magazine.

"This is stupid. I'll just take 5 I guess." I said. "What about you, Sean?"

"Hmmm… Since it's untouched I won't take any."

"Let's see what this means." 
In case you want to know what is going on, before leaving School Ethan was forced to talk to his younger sister. During that talk, she mentioned about some stupid love magazine that asks you questions and tells you what it thinks. Some dumb personality test or whatever.

"The number of flowers taken shows how much you love, or will love, your partner."

"So 5? I'll love my partner a bit? I guess 5 is a bit?"

"But I took none?" Sean said.

"It says that taking none means your love is infinite. You prefer true beauty and wish for nothing to be changed and the amount of love you have to give will never die."

Pffft. What a load of bull. Although I can imagine that from Sean.

"Well, that was a boring question. Shall we move onto the next one?" Ethan said not even answering them himself.

"Think of a number between 1 and 100." 
Ok… I'll go for 57 I guess.

"That is the number of partners you will have in your lifetime." Ethan read it over again to make sure he was reading it correctly. He even passed it to me and Sean to check.
I'm pretty sure that is illegal. But 57 partners. Will I really?

"What numbers did you guys say?" He asked.

"I only said 2," Sean said.
"Owen? What about you?"
"Oh, you know. 3 was what I said. Nothing interesting."

"Alright. Let's move on!" 
How many more does he have? 
"Pick a colour for a plain T-shirt. Dark blue, Dark red, Dark Green or black."

What the hell is a T-shirt going to tell us? I'm kinda interested in how stupid this is.

"I'll go for Dark blue," I said.

"Dark blue." Ethan looked for the answer. "People that pick Dark blue often enjoy peaceful environments and shine best when alone, although they act this way they value time with others."

Ethan and Sean looked at me, believing every word the book says.
"That's nothing like me."
"It is," Sean said confirming for me.
"I can see it," Ethan added.

"HOW!" I said defending myself. "I'M NOT LIKE THAT!"

"Calm down, dude. It's ok. We love you for who you are." Ethan said attempting to pat me on the head. 
"I'd pick Dark Green," Sean said.

"Dark green people enjoy their friends and family. They surround themselves with people that will love them for who they are and will never betray them. Dark green people will go their whole life receiving endless amounts of love."

"Ugh," I said. "I hate that I can see Sean in that."

"Really? I don't see it?" Ethan dared question it. 
"HOW! HOW CAN YOU SEE THE BLUE IN ME BUT NOT THE GREEN IN SEAN!"

"Alright calm down. Let's move on." Ethan was trying to change the topic. He wanted to move on as quickly as he could.
"NO!" I screamed snatching the magazine out of his hand.
"This time I'll read one for you! Let's see here." I flicked through the pages as quickly as I could trying to find the juiciest one that would expose him for who he is.
"Ah! Here we go!"

"Let's hear it." 

"You are walking in the woods. There is no one around and your phone is. No, this one sucks. Hang on."
I continued to flip as fast as I could. Scanning each page and reading the answer instead of the question. Maybe I should just make one up? Will he notice?
"You come across several animals up for adoption. Which one do you take: A turtle, A cat, A dog, A parrot or a pig"
Hehehe. My plan is foolproof. By making one up I can trick him into getting embarrassed and expose him. 

"Oh, the animal one. I've done that already. Pick another one." Ethan said.
Wait. That was an actual question in this magazine? I flicked through again looking for it. I couldn't find it anywhere. Does he perhaps know I made it up? Is he testing me?
His face wasn't giving anything away. He looked blankly into his phone. He must be testing me.
I guess I'll pick one from the magazine.
"You are stuck in a river. There are several options you can use to cross the river. Which one do you use: A small damaged raft, A luxurious yacht, a small rowboat."

The two of them spent a few minutes thinking about it. Much longer than they should be taking.

"Have you looked at the answers yet, Owen?" Ethan asked.

"No, why?"
"We should all pick for this one." He suggested.

Dammit. I knew he was up to something. He must have spent hours looking through this magazine last night learning all the questions and answers. He planned this all. He knew what questions I would ask and all of it. He's secretly a genius. I should have looked at the answers to this question but he outsmarted me.

"I'll go rowboat then," I said defeated. I have no hope left in this world.
"Raft for me!" Sean said.
"What a coincidence. We all have different answers. I would pick the yacht."

This was it. I've lost to him again. He calculated and played me from the start. Whatever this is he knew I would pick the rowboat. Whatever he was after he has gotten it.

"The raft. If you pick the raft you like danger and like to try new things. You are outgoing and survive best in new environments."

"That does seem like Sean," Ethan added.

"Yacht. You enjoy the safety and comfort from what is most familiar to you. Although you aren't too keen on change, you try to accept it the best you can."

That one does seem like Ethan.
And here it is. Whatever this is, is going to expose me. This book must be from the gods. Made to expose us for who we truly are. Made to make us angry at ourselves and see our lives from another point of view. What a cruel trick. What kinda psycho would make me want to expose my try nature like this.

"The rowboat. You enjoy life at your own pace. You follow your own journey and help anyone and every one by guiding them. Although you help others more than you help yourself you wish someone would return the favour."

"Aw. isn't that cute." Ethan said.

'How embarrassing' I kept thinking to myself. Who would have guessed a simple magazine would have told exposed me like this. I want to die of embarrassment.

"I don't know why you are embarrassed," Sean said. "I think it's cool how accurate it got us all. Plus I've always known those things about each of you. I didn't learn anything new. I guess I did about myself though."

"Yeah, that's true. I was hoping to find something interesting out from both of you but it was already stuff I knew."

What? That was his plan? They already knew? So I won? Did I win? 

"Of course!" I said sitting back up full of energy. "We all knew these things, to begin with. What a stupid little game." I said throwing the magazine away.

"Hey, don't throw that away, that's my sister's."

School can either be the best time of your life or the worst. Either you are going to spend it being super popular and talk to tons of good looking people, or you will just be stuck at the bottom of the barrel with everyone else.

The last few years of your school experience are the most important, who knows what will happen. Will you find love? Will you fight your friends? Will that girl you've had a crush on since the beginning finally remember your name and stop talking about her ex? Well if you want answers to any of these then look somewhere else, because these guys don't really know what they are doing with themselves.

Stuck in-between "really socially awkward" and "we have some female friends so are we cool yet?" these three British teens experience their last years of school just like everyone else. With extreme anxiety, awkward conversations, stressful exams and the hope that maybe they'll get a girlfriend. These three just seem to be enjoying it while they can.


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You'll probably find spelling mistakes in some chapters but that's part of life.

Yes finally, I don't need to lie to my family about my power. Even If it's just one element it could lift the burden on my shoulder a little bit.

Lying to my love ones is not something I could tolerate but the situation is forcing me to tell lie. I'm helpless and could not do about it for now.

What I need to do is to become strong. Strong enough to conquer the world. Well yeah, To make the world better, I need to conquer the world first right?

If it was me in the past the thought of conquering the world would not appear on my mind. I chuckled.

I shook my head from thinking such things.

I continued flipping pages as I read the book 'the way of magic'.

Thanks to this book, I already have great undertsanding what magic is. 

It seems Magic is something cannot be explained in logical and scientific sense. Since magic defies the law of the universe. 

A magician can create a phenonemon at will, such as making a blazing fire out of nowhere, or move the earth at will or maybe split the ocean. 

A Magician needs 'mana' to supply a magic spell to create the phenomenon.'mana' is a mysterious energy that is very important in magic.

Without 'mana' there is no magic. So a magician needs to replenish there mana or they need to increase the capacity of their mana storage to create more spells.

The way to increase the capacity of mana is many. One possibility is by practicing higher tier magic spell, the second possibility is through meditation. There are many other ways to increase mana. 

There are also demonic ways that are not really recommended, for example absorbing the unpurified magic crystal of a monster. Doing such thing could make one's mind be corrupted.

And that is something I don't want to do. Even if I'm desperate to increase my energy or power. I have already one or two problem inside me, I don't want to add another one.

Anyway, Meditation can multiply the magic power of the magician. It can also toughen the mentality. This is good for me. I need this the most.

There are list of meditation books written inside. I embedded all the books about meditation in my mind. So I can search for it later.

I continued flipping pages, absorbing all the knowledge one by one. Time passes and the clock is ticking. Oh yeah, I'm using my power to absorb all the knowledge as fast as possible. 

I stopped at the page about the advantages of 'orb of magic'. 

I curiously read the lines slowly.

To learn magic, There are two path. One is fast and easy and the other is slow and very hard.

These two paths are, First path those who have 'orb of magic' and the second path is those who don't have 'orb of magic'.

Reading this part made me sighed in relief. Learning the first path is realy easy and the other needs hardwork`and pain, also the most pitiful part is that it's so slow.

Those who have 'orb of magic' have so many advantages along the way unlike the second path there are many large obstacles, the second could also end up in the dead end.

I click my tounge reading this. Fortunately for me I have my power. Or else the another world fanatic me will really practice magic no matter what if I did not have my power.

I shook my head.

Before I could flip the pages I hear a cute snoring noise on my side. I turn towards the source and found shina is sleeping. I patter her cheek and kissed her forehead.

"Mmmh, uncle."Shina mumbled in her sleep.

I chuckled. She's so cute. 

I turn my attention towards the book again. I flip pages after pages. There are things I don't understand about magic but with this book I feel like all those with mistakes was corrected.

I read about where magic came from.

The answers are many but all have no evidence. After all, it's all theory and no solid evidence to prrof where magic really came from. There are people wo believe god created magic or some believe it was because of the world evolving into next phase or something.

I was puzzled why there are list of books written inside this book if this was the first book in this library. 

But, My question was answered. It's because, Alice wrote it. Well, yeah of course right.

So how about the billions of books inside this library isn't too much? How did the Library get this all books in the first place?

Hmm, I want to ask that angel. Cause she's the only one who holds the answer after. But, I think it's useless to talk to her.

According to Shina, that angel would not talk about the library at all. How frustrating, That angel even have androphobia so asking her myself is literally impossible.

After flipping all the pages, I closed the book. I close my eyes, undesrtanding all the words I absorb from the book. This would also help me toughen my mentality. 

After processing all the knowledge in my mind. I released a sigh. That was really a mind taxing, but it is necessarry if I want to become strong. 

I opened my eyes, I place the book at the low table in front.

Shina leaned on my arm. still sleeping, I smiled wryly. Foolish girl, you just said you will help me. I chuckled lightly, You are sleeping instead.

I brush her bangs and planted my lips on her forehead. 

But my action awokened her.

Her eyelashes flutters as she open her eyes slowly. 

"Uncle...."Shina mumbled.

"What is it baby?"I asked softly.

"Are you done reading? Haaaaa"She asked groggily as she yawned.

"Yeah."I nodded.

"Mmn amazing...."She said.

"Thank you baby, are you still sleepy?"I smiled then asked her.

Shina nodded her head."Mmn"

"You should lie down on the sofa and get some rest.'I said.

"Where are you going uncle?"Shina rubbed her eyes. 

"I'm just going to take another book. Can you help me where they are?"I patted her head.

"Okay."She took out the ball in her pocket as she activated it again.

I tell her the books as she tells me where they are located. I memorize all the locations. 

"Thank you baby."I kiss her cheek.

Shina smiled.

I stood up and prepare to go searchthe books but Shina gra my hand.

"What's wrong?"I confusedly ask.

"Kiss."She close her eyes as she pursed her lips.

I smiled wryly at her action. I leaned down and gave her a peck.

"More kisses."She said while pouting.

I giggled and gave her what she wants. I kiss her again and this time it was not a pek but a deep french kiss.

She agressively sucked my tongue. What a naughty girl. I reprocrated her kiss as I suck her tongue too. We indulge ourselves for a while.


...


Not faraway from the duo. A certain somebody watch them with a gobsmacked face while her mouth opened wide. 

She could not believe what she just saw. She felt she is seeing an illusion so she rubbed her eyes with her eyes in attempt to dispel the illussion. But it did not disappear.

She was carrying a tray with cup and a white porcelian pot. She hesitated earlier but she still decided to deliver a tea to them but she did not expect to see something made her mind blown.




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A story of a highschooler getting hit by truck. Hmmm, this sounds very familliar. 

The boy woke up and found himself still alive, However there is a problem. 

When he was hit by a truck, He thought he could have a fluffy harem life in Isekai just like the novels he read. Saddly, Reality struck him. 

The boy was once again reincarnated in his world 'Earth', It's the same Earth he lived. He despaired and thought he can finally meet a chienthrope or a beautiful Elf. In his despair, The boy jump into the woman who introduce herself as his Sister and ravage her up to down.

The boy finished his meal but realization struck his mind again. However, He found out that he was one of the men that survive the calamity.

Over 99% of male humans had been wiped im the face of earth leaving a small populace of men. He also found out that men is treated as stallion for breeding. 

What would the boy do?

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This novel contains inappropriate relationship, mainly incest. This also an adult content. So kids are not allowed.

The first 8 chapters was kind of rushed and fast.

I'm really not good at writing novel but I'm learning slowly.

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"To everyone who is awaiting the arrival of your family members or friends, the plane arriving from the United States, JA198 has safely touched down!" 
…
The announcement sounded again and again in the arrival hall of the airport and those who were awaiting the arrival swarmed towards the exits, causing a commotion to break out.
Ning Yuya followed the crowd and walked out of the exit via the passageway while lugging her suitcase. She had permed her black, straight hair and dyed it blond, making her look sultry and mesmerizing. Her face had become much thinner than before and her eyes were terrifyingly dark. She was dressed in a white, oversize shirt that hung loose on her body. Her shirt was unbuttoned and exposed her fair chest and her beautiful collarbones which looked like graceful butterflies, exuding an inexplicable charm.
Ning Yuya slowly sat down and stared at the passing crowd, watching the happy reunions and the melancholic partings taking place before her. She was overwhelmed with a mix of emotions and felt a strong urge to tear up.
She was almost home after three years.
"This Miss Wen has been showing up on the tabloids and newspapers lately and there are new reports about her almost every day. The report about her today was flabbergasting. She's so young but is already a billionaire!"
"But she's really something, though. I heard that she had led a wandering life for fifteen years and that she even used to be a gangster. Yet, she got a new lease on life right after she returned to the Wen Family. Not only does she have a net worth of a billion yuan, she even gets to have her coming-of-age ceremony held in the grand Shande Mansion. No one can compare to her at all."
"I heard that she had been learning alongside Old Mr. Mo ever since she reunited with the Wen Family. Old Mr. Mo is an influential and major figure in the world of literature and all of his apprentices are elites of the upper-class society. It's only normal that he would have such an outstanding granddaughter like Miss Wen."
"Oh heaven! That's what society is like. I'd rather reincarnate into a better family than try my best to do well in life. Look at that Xia Ruya. She was the subject of envy of everyone before the real Miss Wen returned. However, once the real Miss Wen came home, she had no choice but to make way for the real Miss Wen. And that… what's her name? That burden that Ning Shuqian brought to the Wen Family."
"I think her name is Wen Yuya!"
"No, she's already been chased out of the Wen Family and is no longer their adoptive daughter. She's already changed her last name and took on her mother's."
"Yeah, I almost forgot about that. Who would remember such an insignificant person like her?"
"Look at her. Even if her mother is Ning Shuqian, the wife of a wealthy man, she can't change the fact that she's a redundant burden. That didn't change even after she was adopted. Not to mention, her father is disgraceful and she's just a bastard child. She was so haughty and arrogant in the past. Yet, she doesn't know how much others look down on her!"
"Bitch, what are you talking about!?!" Ning Yuya hollered angrily the moment she heard the conversation between the two girls who were seated beside her. She clenched her fists tightly and stared at them with wide eyes filled with resentment.
The two girls were shocked by the terrifying look in Ning Yuya's eyes. They swallowed their saliva and said indignantly, "I wasn't talking about you…"
Ning Yuya stared at the magazine in her hands and snatched it away. 
The girl glowered at Ning Yuya and barked. "You… what are you doing!?!"
The other girl hurriedly pulled her back.
The girl muttered under her breath in disgruntlement, "Lunatic!"
The cover page of the magazine was a photo of Old Mr. Mo and Wen Xinya at the asset transfer ceremony. Wen Xinya was photographed standing beside Old Mr. Mo while being surrounded by the reporters. It was as if she was the center of attention.
Ning Yuya felt like the pages had caused a sharp pain in her eyes while she continued to flip through the magazine. There were reports of Wen Xinya becoming a billionaire as well as her grand coming-of-age ceremony that would be held in Shande Mansion.
It's only been three years and yet, she has already changed so much!
The foolish and angst Wen Xinya who used to be boorish had now become a shining star.
"Wen! Xinya!" Ning Yuya barked, feeling extremely jealous and indignant. She squinted while resentment filled her heart.
The two girls beside her had turned as pale as a sheet because of her shocking and menacing expression. Consumed by terror, they grabbed their bags and left.
"Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!" Ning Yuya exclaimed while shredding the magazine in her hands into bits, overwhelmed with exasperation. She could not help but feel thrilled about ripping Wen Xinya's photograph apart.
She was again reminded of the three years that she had spent alone in the states. She felt lonely and empty all the time and her resentment towards Wen Xinya was eroding her rationality.
Images of her past flooded her mind.
She could not break free from the pain of her body being abused and compelled to become a woman, which seemed to be haunting her even until now.
The attention that Wen Xinya had enjoyed during her homecoming party made Ning Yuya feel overwhelmed with jealousy and hatred.
Before she was chased out of the Wen Family, she even knelt down beside Wen Xinya and pleaded disgracefully while bawling her heart out. She even slapped herself and self-harmed out of despair and agony. 
"No matter how beautiful you may be, you're nothing more than a plaything!" The devilish voice sounded in her head again, just like venom spreading through her body. 
She recalled the countless number of nights where she slit the photos of Wen Xinya which were plastered all over the walls of her room. She even splashed some dog's blood onto Wen Xinya, creating a hair-raising sight. 
Back then, she used to stare at the photos menacingly and guffaw loudly while shrieking at the top of her voice. "Wen Xinya! Wen Xinya! Wen Xinya! You're going to die a horrible death! You're going to die a horrible death! Go to hell! Go to hell! Go to hell! Die…"
She would shriek until she was no longer able to.
She would also purchase several dolls and request to model them after Wen Xinya. She would then hide in a room and stab the dolls maniacally with a knife, causing there to be numerous holes in the door. It was as if that was the only way she could vent her anger.
That was how much she detested Wen Xinya!
She wished she could slash her with a cleaver!
She wished she could stab her to death!
Ning Yuya walked out of the airport while lugging her suitcase along.
The skies had already turned gloomy and the cars were passing by rapidly through the streets. The traffic lights were shining brightly and she opened her lips slowly with a sinister smirk.
"Wen Xinya, I'm back!"


Originally born from a wealthy family, she ends up leading a vagrant life for fifteen years. However, when she is eventually found by her family, she falls into another devious plot and eventually dies tragically. 

Fifteen years after her rebirth, ravenously raging for revenge, she tears down the hypocritical mask of the foster daughter who had taken her place, and reduces her greedy stepmother and stepsister back to their original sorry states. 

To the jerk's profession of his deep love for her, she only has one thing to say, "Get the hell out of my life. The love you speak of humiliates love!" 

Regardless of the appearances of you monsters, I’ll take in it my stride with my capability, building a business dynasty of my own, sitting in the depths of my riches, bathing in the glistening limelight of the world. 

A certain rich empire's CEO: "Don't mind me. I'm just leaving my mark here to declaring my possession rights; I’ll wait patiently for you to grow up!" The queen's mighty return with commercial warfare fully within her grasp, she navigates the power struggles with skill and verve. When it comes to scheming conspiracies, all she has to say is, "Who are you again? Don’t even bother!"

"CEO Zhou" Da Xia said loudly as she rushed into the private room. "Zhou Jianyu hushed her quickly, silently instructing her to wait outside so they can talk without waking Bai Zhenzhen. "Sir I was monitoring the online news channels when I came upon these posts" She handed him her notepad. She had saved the article on her notepad. "How long ago was this posted" He said scrolling through the post. "An hour ago and it has already been reposted a lot. Their source is painting Zhenzhen an alcoholic due to the high alcohol content in her results. Netizens are claiming that she was drunk when she fell down the stairs" Da Xia said."How is recovering the surveillance video coming along" He said finally looking up. "Not very good Boss. The surveillance video was deleted. The tech team is having a hard time recovering the video" She replied. "We have to control the narrative, inform Wenling to make a statement regarding Zhenzhen health through Phoenix entertainment, renouncing the obscure claims by the press and promising legal action to all who slander Bai Zhenzhen" Zhou Jianyu instructed. Whoever pushed Zhenzhen down the stairs is determined to ruin her reputation. All the more reason why he had to find out who among the guest had a death wish. After receiving he instructed Da Xia nodded and walked out of the room to make a phone call. 

Xiaobo was going through the surveillance video of the event looking for any clue as to who was responsible for pushing Bai Zhenzhen down the flight of stairs. The police had also gotten involved as after their investigation the case had been ruled as a murder attempt. He soon received a phone call from Zhou Jianyu.

"Boss" 

"Contact the legal department and have them send a letter to the various news agencies most especially Tattersall since it all started with them for posting Bai Zhenzhen's medical report. I want the post taken down immediately and a public apology sent across. Have Wenling post a lawyer's letter on Zhenzhen's weibo page. Meanwhile Ffnd out how they got hold of her medical records. I want to get to the bottom of this immediately" 

"Yes boss" 

As soon as the call ended he called the head of the legal department and gave him the boss's instructions before heading out to investigate the source of the rumors going around.

At the other side of town, Su enterprises to be precised Su Lixue got out of the Elevator and was greeted by her secretary who welcomed her and handed the day's papers over to her. After going through the day's schedule with her secretary she dismissed her and began to go through the papers. Among them was a popular entertainment magazine. She had began to subscribe for it after Elder Master Ouyang"s birthday banquet. To beat you enemy you have to know your enemy. She began to monitor everything that went on in the entertainment industry so as to discover any weak link she could exploit. She has already began to monitor all future project so as to find out which of them Bai Zhenzhen would take part in so she could invest in said project. However Zhou Jianyu has been so watchful of Bai Zhenzhen that she hadn't been able to make any moves. Setting aside the Economy and business magazines she  picked up the entertainment magazine. It was already a habit of hers to check up on the entertainment news before anything else. As she sorted through the papers the headlines and photo on one of the entertainment magazine caught her attention. It was an enlarged photo of A stoic Zhou Jianyu cradling an unconcious bloody Bai Zhenzhen to his chest with the headlines 'Starlet Bai Zhenzhen's falls down a flight of stairs while High' an eye witness account'. "That brainless fool" She cried out in anger while flippng through the pages to the fourth page of the paper where the sopposed eye witness account was written. Su Lixue was much more convinced of the need to cover her tracks after reading through the magazine. That young Miss was too more brainless than she had thought. She had to act quickly or that fool just might implicate her. She thought as she dialed her cousin Su Xiaoli's number.

"Xue'er"

"Have you read Zhaoge entertainment news report for today"

"Not yet any problem"

"While don't you read in and let me know" She said and hung up the phone. 

ten minutes later she received a phone call from her cousin Su Xiaoli as expected Xiaoli didn't waste any time at all. Su Xiaoli was anything if not efficient which was why they got along well. 

"This isn't good, it could cause problems for us" 

"That fool is getting more bold at this point she might supply Jianyu with the necessary evidence he needs"
"We will have to act fast, we can't let her drag us down"
"we have to get rid of the lose ends" 
"According to the article Bai Zhenzhen is now awake...." 
"That could be our way out, are you thinking what am thinking"
"Great minds think alike" 
"I will have my assistant arrange everything" 
"Good, we have to end this quickly before Zhou Jianyu or worse Old Madam Ouyang dig any deeper"
"I look forward to hearing your good news"
"I will make sure we don't leave her any way out"
"mm it was a mistake working with her"
"Yes it was, I'll go get ready to pay Bai Zhenzhen a visit" 
"Alright talk to you later"
Two hours later Su Lixue walked into Bai Zhenzhen's private room with flowers and health supplements. Her assistant held the supplements while she held the  the Flowers in her hands. Bai Zhenzhen was awake so they were now receiving visitors. Shen Fei'er and Ling Chao had paid her a visit  Ling Chao held their four months old daughter in his hands. After enquiring on her well fare she stepped out of the room escorted by Zhou Jianyu who was currently acting as the host

Bai Zhenzhen is a seventeen tier artist from a fifth grade talent agency ABC Entertainment that hasn't been able to get an work since she got into the Entertainment industry. She was about to give up and go back to her home town when she met Zhou Jianyu the CEO of Phoenix Entertainment.

At this point, Angor still did not realize that getting a mere glimpse of truth and stepping onto the path of truth was completely different.
Wizards who had already found the path of truth would never tell others about it since every wizard must find his or her own path. A glimpse of truth, however, meant "the will to create", not finding new spell combinations.
Creating something and using it, in reality, was one of the foremost qualities for finding the path of truth. Angor created a cantrip called "Dust" and utilized it at a proper point. The cantrip did not really do anything to Dripping River. However, it was how Angor created the spell in the first place, which really caught Sunders' attention.
"Dust Removal…" Sunders tried to rearrange wind and earth elements in his mind for this particular cantrip. He did not have a cheating tool like hologram tablet, but as an experienced wizard, his great knowledge helped him work out the correct combination for Dust quickly.
"Knowing how a spell is made will help you study spells easier," Sunders said and asked Angor to open the notebook. Next, the gentleman began to explain some basic knowledge about Illusions.
Confusing fake with real, false with true. Something that could not be touched, guessed or captured… This was the fundamental of illusions.
When speaking of illusions, ordinary people would immediately think about tricks that deceived human eyes. For Illusionist Wizards, however, such tricks were merely the basics of basics.
Real illusions had the same essentials as the other art branches—about comprehension and realization of oneself, nature, and the truth.
For example, there were Mind Manipulators who could interpret human emotions and leverage people's desires and anxiety; Mirage Users who possessed full knowledge about natural weather change, reflections of light, and shadows, thus combining such knowledge with the environment to create mirages; Truth Manipulators who had great insight into everything and could remove the boundary between true and false.
There were also many different branches for Illusionist, such as Transformation Illusionist, Acoustic Illusionist, and Sorcery Array Illusionist…
Currently, Angor was way too inexperienced to think about something like those. What he needed was to study basic illusion spells and slowly finding out the branch that he should choose.
"The key point of using illusions is that you must see the reality very clearly. Only someone who knows reality can create illusions for other people. Otherwise, the illusions will be flawed, such as plants growing in the wrong season, or tree-born fruits in the dirt. Anyone smart enough will easily see through your illusion.
"Of course, I'm only talking about basic illusions. Once you determine your branch, you'll be able to experience the wondrous world of illusions freely. Trees on clouds, talking ragdolls, or dogs with the heads of cats… you can create anything you wish."
Hearing these, Angor suddenly remembered the strange creatures he saw on Phantom Island… Did Sunders create them using illusion spells? But… those beasts looked so real.
"Apart from comprehending reality, you also need to learn how to seize up the environment and choose the correct illusions for the right situation." 
What Sunders explained was all basic illusion knowledge and critical points that Angor should take care of so as to avoid useless effort.
As for how to achieve them, Angor had to figure it out on his own. Sunders already decided that he would never interfere with how Angor studied spells.
Next, Sunders answered several of Angor's questions during the boy's time of training.
Angor did not have any questions since he had been spending his time on alchemy instead of "legit" training, and there was no way he could ask Sunders alchemy questions.
The interaction between teacher and student ended in harmony. Just when Angor was prepared to say goodbye, Butler Goode came to the study and reported that dinner was ready.
Angor only had simple rations during all these months. When he caught the smell of food coming from the dining hall, the boy could not help gulping loudly.
Sunders chuckled in his mind and spoke to Angor in a joking tone, "Are you waiting for me to invite you to dinner?"
Angor was startled a little. He thought he did not make too much noise. Now… He felt his cheeks burning with embarrassment. For a second time today.
"No, totally not!" Angor overreacted and turned away quickly. "I really need to prepare dinner for Toby, professor, so I'll leave now."
"Wait. You can have something here. I'll wait for you in the dining room." 
With that, Sunders left his study first. He knew well that his little student tended to get bashful too easily, so the gentleman decided not to tease too much.
Angor struggled for a while before finally coming to the dining hall. His "manly image" was already ruined anyway. A good meal would no longer hurt him.
For Angor, ever since he left the cloud whale, this was the first dinner he had together with Sunders.
The table was still decorated in an elegant noble family style. But this time, there was none of the ordinary food Angor was expecting.
Rather than bacon or sausage, the sandwich in the plate contained a green, transparent worm creature which was still twisting about. The soup bowls were filled with plants that looked like seaweed, but they changed colors as Angor was looking at them. The most "ordinary-looking" food on the table were several fruits. Yet… there were scale-like objects growing on them.
The bizarre appearance of the foodstuffs instantly erased Angor's will to eat.
"That's Warm Worm in the sandwich. It's a special cooking material which normally lives in cloud dirt and consumes twilight. Eating it will improve your mana flow. The soup is made of a magical plant. And the fruits are called Fishscales. They're all good for your health," Sunders explained. "These materials lose some of their special effects when cooked by someone other than a Gourmet Wizard. But most Gourmet Wizards only dwell in Fairytown. So… we have to make do."
Angor also knew about Warm Worm. It happened to be an alchemy material for brewing potions too.
However… he did not want any special effects! He only wished to eat something normal! Angor silently cried in his mind.
The boy proceeded with his meal in an… indescribable mindset. After eating what was placed on the table, he believed he could survive another month on raw rations without feeling any worse than this.
Thankfully, the post-meal desserts looked ordinary enough.
Whilst enjoying the desserts, Angor mentioned the new edition of Expedition into Endless Planes and asked Sunders if there was anything related to Nightmare Realm in it.
"Ohh, I see you're well-informed. You already know that the Moonfrost Union has come?" Sunders bantered.
"Well, almost the entire population of Apprentice Town Eight had left. Of course, I know about it!" Angor thought silently.
"There is something. But not much. One piece of information might interest you though. If you want to check it out, go to my study later and take it."
Something he was interested in? Angor did not really know much about the Nightmare Realm. Could it be something about Nether City?
Sunders did not answer him this time. The gentleman insisted that Angor should go read it for himself.
Also, Sunders did not mention anything about paying rent for the magazine, and Angor was glad NOT to remind his dear professor of it.
"This time, however, Moonfrost Union didn't come only to publish their book," said Sunders. He revealed a cold grin and seemed to be considering something. Angor waited for a while, but his professor did not say anything further.
"I'll go to my laboratory. Once you're finished here, Goode will help you get the magazine," said Sunders. He wiped his lips clean, flipped his cape, and left in his usual gentlemanly style.
 …
Angor left the Phantom Island and headed home under the moonlight.
The Falling Cloud bus stop was illuminated by faint lamplight which cast a tranquil and peaceful aura on the green leaves nearby.
While waiting for a sky bus, Angor took out the 17th volume of Expedition into Endless Planes and slowly read it under the lamp.
Similar to every periodical published by Moonfrost Union, the beginning of the magazine contained an anthem praising the explorers.
Next was the index of the magazine, which briefly introduced the newly discovered planes and major achievements in plane warfares.
The index of the thousand-page periodical did not have anything related to the Nightmare Realm.
A sky bus arrived.
Upon reaching his villa, Angor kept reading through Expedition into Endless Planes page by page. He finally found a short paragraph about Nightmare Realm when it was already late into the night.
[The Statue Plane is one of the thirteen planes used to back up our expedition teams. Thirty years ago, the plane gained a tunnel connected to the Nightmare Realm by chance, which only lasted three minutes, and brought 37 people through. Their High Commander was a level-2 wizard. This team was completely wiped out.]
Angor could learn something from this paragraph; that tunnels of Nightmare Realm could appear in other planes other than the wizarding world.
Was this the piece of information Sunders meant?
He kept reading. When the horizon grew brighter, he found something else in the last pages of the magazine.
It was not about the Nightmare Realm. But… a picture beside it showed an overweight, heavily powdered woman with violet curly hair and layered flesh on her fat face.
"Warrior Barbie" Greya.
[Half a year ago, Greya, the chef of Barbie's Restaurant, fought with one of the five 3-star Psychics from Haunt World, Granny Shikazaru, and ran away when she lost. Three months later, she and a stationary wizard in an expedition team called "Sapling" tried to ambush Granny Shikazaru at Thousand Sea and failed. The three of them were dragged into an unknown plane passage. Preliminary estimate suggested that the passage was a tunnel to Nightmare Realm.]
When Greya asked Angor to take care of Toby, she said that in order to break through into the next class, she would leave the southern region to look for cooking materials far away. Angor never thought she would actually go to another plane. More surprisingly, she was sent into a Nightmare Realm tunnel.
He already knew how dangerous the place was. The magazine just told him that a level-2 wizard and three dozen other wizards all perished in there. Greya, as Gourmet Wizard, was not really adept at fighting. Should she get surrounded by the creatures in Nightmare Realm… her hope was slim.
Angor silently lamented Greya's possible fate.
This further told him that the way of wizardry was full of great danger. Wizards who sought to break through or seek truths could easily end up as corpses somewhere far from home.


A young traveler who receives enlightenment from another civilization is on a mission to save his beloved mentor. In his journey to seek the ultimate truth, he travels extensively and along the way, he experiences some unpredictable encounters. Will he be able to save his mentor or will his path be derailed?

miss Mera ,miss Mera...oh! young miss what she has been doing whole night and I have to wake her up...God knows, what should I do. knock ,knock and triple knock ... Good morning Mrs Mi Ran...am really sorry for being late to open my door as I was asleep claimed ms. young yeolmera with her beautiful innocent voice ,standing near the door, her eyes half a sleep and can't even support her body against the door. As Mrs Mi Ran was holding a green tea, she placed it inside the Ms young yeolmera room stool and went near her. Hold ms yeolmera's arm tightly and shake her till she screamed. My God! young miss your father Mr young Jung pal has been waiting for you and shouted at me to inform you that there'll be a meeting at 
8;00 am and it's 7;15am . you gotta get ready okay .Make it fast and quick...ok ok ok...clam down Mrs Mi Ran , I've heard you am gonna fresh up now. So u needn't worry okay. yeolmera ran quickly inside her fresh room and Mi Ran went out murmuring. well...ms young yeolmera she was pretty, intelligent,smart all total woman of class but was introvert. she has a best friend who was literally everything for her. Firstly 
Ms oh Soon Ah, a rich heiress like yeolmera but she was not typically beautiful like her friend rather cute looking. she was some how fat wanted to be a magazine editor and had set up a company still working on a process to be renowned...Her humours style is what yeolmera adored the most...secondly a 
Mr Park Se won , handsome attorney with his flip of pages he could sense culprit and there where not a case he did not win.He always was the winner of all the case...He was tall handsome practically rich and doesn't lack in anything .But he was an unexpressive guy who lacks only in charismatic had no chic and he was straight forward guy..His honesty and politeness makes Ms yeolmera to be with him everyday. So three of them a high school mates , a best friend, and even family mates as they consider themselves were the yeolmera lifeline.
                Ms young yeolmera was only daughter of Mr young Jung pal. Her uncle 
Mr young sun was only family and brother of Mr young Jung pal. He was married to Mrs song yewon now called as young yewon  who was a doctor and who love trendy life style they had a son Mr young sehun who was only cousin of Ms young yeolmera... so they have a complete package of how family out to be... But there was something lacking although her father never lacks in her shortage but she couldn't get motherly love... Because her mother was death....

Ms young yeolmera is an only daughter of 
Mr young Jung pal. she is a main protagonist of the story. she lives a very good life. And her dad making her the envy of every girls life. Being born is a golden spoon family she doesn't lack in anything except she is kind of introvert which was her biggest drawback. Her happy lives end when on her weeding day she is being shuttered by an unwanted outcome. Endless Truth (beautiful loveline) is a modern story which altogether a tragedy romance and full of secrets.

Monday began with the wind howling and moaning and rain hammering on my window so hard it sounded like hail.
I'd dreamt that the cops got me. When I woke up, I could still see the face of a fat cop telling me I wasn't going to go fishing anytime soon. This was very likely true, because I didn't fish - the half-assed attempt I'd made at Roch's cottage was the third or maybe fourth time I'd handled a fishing rod in my entire life. I got up and drank coffee and smoked cigarettes, freaking out silently while the Noyces went through their morning routines downstairs.
When they'd all left, I hit the bathroom. I could still see that cop's face when I was shaving. I was sure I'd never met anyone who looked like that. I was equally sure it just wasn't possible to dream up new faces, faces never seen before. I remembered reading somewhere that the brain stored every single memory, every single moment in a life, in an order dictated by emotions. The stronger the emotion attached to a particular memory, the easier it was to recall later. Memories without any emotional significance faded into obscurity, becoming irretrievable. Most likely, I had come across someone who looked like that cop in my dream. I just couldn't remember it.
While I was walking to work a gust of wind turned my umbrella inside out, totally wrecking it. The hood of my outdoor jacket was too thin to deal with heavy rain and I arrived at the office with my head as wet as if I'd just dived into a swimming pool. Klein tut-tutted sympathetically and instructed me to dry my head with paper towels.
"You'll catch a hell of a cold otherwise," he warned me, puffing cigar smoke. He wasn't on the phone that morning: he was reading a color magazine. This time, he didn't hide it in his desk when I came in. However, he held it open in such a way that I'd have to go over and stand right over him to see what that magazine was about.
I wiped and patted my hair semi-dry and quickly made Klein a coffee and brought it over to his desk, but I was too late: the magazine wasn't in evidence any more. He was leafing through a notebook and frowning; I guessed he was choosing people to call. I was right. By the time I'd made myself a coffee, he was on the phone, discussing the awful weather with a prospective victim.
There were no letters for me to type, so I did what I could to create the impression I was working. I arranged and rearranged the contents of the cupboards in the annex, giving Robinson's Worcester china a rub in preparation for his tea. But he didn't show up at all that day. Klein must have talked with him at some point, because around one he got up and and joined me in the annex. After congratulating me on making everything spic and span he said:
"Jack and I would like to know about Thanksgiving. Are you planning to spend it in Toronto with your family?"
He was very relieved to hear that I did not.
"Most offices are closed on Friday too, making it a very long weekend," he said, "But we aren't. And we anticipate a busy Saturday. It will be good to have you around."
I asked him if there was another luncheon party being planned.
"I wish," he sighed. "No, we just have a hell of a lot of appointments, Jack and I. You'll be on your own most of the day. But don't you worry, there'll be another party soon!"
He said it as if he thought I was looking forward to being run off my feet for several hours. I smiled and told him I was glad to hear it and went back to pretending I was busy.
By three o'clock, I was really racking my brains for something to do. Fortunately Klein had to leave for an appointment, cursing the rain as he did so. I waited a bit and had a go at his desk and the top drawer was locked. What the hell was he hiding in there?
I sat there, wondering about the contents of the locked drawer and smoking cigarettes and drinking coffee and gradually getting so bored and hungry I was ready to scream by the time Klein returned. He told me to go home at ten to six and I went to the A&W and ate two burger-and-fries combos. The pimply teenage girl who was my cashier recognized me from my previous visits and smiled at me when I was getting the second combo and said she was glad I was enjoying the food. I said I was glad, too. I said the food was great.
It had stopped raining even before I'd left the office, so after the A&W I went to a supermarket and stocked up on bread and corned beef and apples. I seriously considered replacing the corned beef with Spam to save money, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. I also bought a carton of cigarettes and the paper and that left me with around forty bucks. I really wanted to buy some booze too, but knew I couldn't afford it and I returned home in a very bad mood.
The Noyce gang was watching TV: it seemed that was what they did most evenings. I snuck up to my studio undetected and instantly rolled and smoked a joint. If I rolled them thin, I could count on a joint a day until I got paid. I spent the rest of the evening reading the paper, thoroughly stoned. There was nothing about Schmidt and nothing about the museum robbery.
However, there had been a juicy double murder in Halifax, Nova Scotia: a gun-carrying security guard returned early from work to find his best friend humping his wife. He understandably became very upset and shot both of them several times. Then he tried to shoot himself, but the last bullet in his revolver turned out to be a dud  - clearly, he was having one of those days. By the time he'd recovered from the shock and reloaded his gun, the cops arrived, alarmed by neighbors who'd heard gunshots.
Reading about all that consoled me: there were people in worse shit than I was. I wondered about that security guard before falling asleep: he was bound to get a stiff sentence. Would he make it? I suspected that if I were in his shoes, I would have hanged myself first chance I got. My paranoid friend was eager to start a discussion, but luckily I was so tired I fell asleep before he could get going on me.
The next day, Tuesday, began with the discovery I really needed to visit a laundromat, ideally that very day: I was down to my last change of socks and underwear. That meant spending extra money, hardly a lot, but I'd already started counting pennies. I didn't want to ask the Noyces about using their washer and dryer. They'd already given me a break with the rent.
It wasn't raining that morning, which was great because my umbrella was fucked up beyond repair. A surprise awaited me at the office. Robinson was there instead of Klein. I noted that he had managed to take off and hang up his coat unassisted. He was seated at Klein's desk, doing Klein's thing: talking on phone. He raised a hand in greeting as I came in and I noticed he'd already made himself tea.
He had also left a small pile of pages covered in his crabby handwriting on my desk: it looked as if he'd spent all of the previous day composing letters. There were over a dozen, and it took me over an hour to type them up without making a mistake. Robinson was still on the phone: I left the letters on the desk for his review, and went to the annex for a coffee and a smoke. I was on my second cigarette and rubbing at an imaginary spot on the tabletop with a duster when Robinson called me over.
"I need you to redo one of the letters, my boy," he said, handing it to me. "Not your fault. Bad choice of words on my part. I shall be leaving now for an appointment. Abel should be back around three, you can pop around to the post office then. Oh, and one of our clients will be dropping off some documents. His name is Moore, John Moore. Tall chap, with one of those bent beaks acquired by coming into close contact with a fist. Grumpy fellow, suffers from ulcers I believe. Ask him if he'd like a cup of tea, will you? Hopefully he won't want any."
I helped Robinson with his coat, all of a tizzy because of the incoming Moore. It was a popular name, and most likely John and Jane Moore of 4 Myrtle Street were totally unrelated. I smoked a cigarette, trying to calculate the chance: one in a hundred?
Robinson had changed a single word in the letter he wanted me to type anew: he replaced 'satisfactory' with 'reasonable'. He really was a guy for getting the meaning just right. The letter concerned an offer for a house, and requested a meeting without revealing any sums. I was beginning to get a line on how Robinson and Klein conducted business: they played their cards close to their chests, and left themselves plenty of maneuvering room.
I was wondering how I could apply those tactics to my own affairs when I saw a cop car pull up right in front of the office.
I was smoking a cigarette at my desk and choked on the smoke and started coughing. When I stopped, a guy was already coming into the office. He was tall and broad-shouldered and wearing a porkpie hat and a sports jacket, no overcoat, and he had 'cop' written all over him. I stood up and said good morning and how can I help you sounding like a frightened kid.
"I'm dropping off something for Jack Robinson," he said, in a voice like a cement mixer. He put his hand inside his jacket, bending his head, and it was only then that I noticed his nose. It was bent sideways and lumpy: this had to be John Moore. I got a glimpse of a shoulder holster as he tugged an envelope from the inside pocket of his jacket.
"Here," he said, taking a couple of steps forward and reaching to drop the envelope on my desk. He looked at my face and froze.
"Thank you," I said, leaning over and taking the envelope from his hand. "I'll make sure he gets this today. Would you like a cup of tea?"
"We've met before," he said, with total certainty.
"You name is John Moore?" I said.
"Yes," he said, thrown off balance.
"Do you have a daughter called Jane?"
"Yes," he said again, and that threw me much more badly than it threw him.
"Amazing," I said. "It seems I know your daughter. Possibly you've seen me around."
"I've definitely seen you around," he said, scowling at me. "But I don't think you're friends with my daughter. She's six years old."
"Oh. Well, obviously it's another Jane."
"Obviously." He kept staring at me and it was fucking unpleasant, he'd probably honed it to perfection conducting interrogations. Luckily for me, there was an impatient parp from the horn of the cop car outside.
"You work here?" Moore said, a little stupidly I thought.
"Obviously."
"Tell Jack Robinson I want to talk to him," he snapped, and went out. I remained standing until the cop car drove away and then I collapsed onto my seat and buried my face in my hands.
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On the 10th of August, 1972, almost exactly ten months after my eighteenth birthday, I left my home and cut all ties with my family. This is the story of what happened next: to me, to people I knew, and to the world.

NOTE: All of the characters in this story are fictitious; however, many of the events described really took place. One of these, the  Montreal Museum of Fine Arts robbery in 1972, was the greatest theft of art in Canadian history.
It remains an unsolved mystery to this day, and is the first of many historical events that will involve the hero of this story.
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