My way of viewing the the series but do mind the first few chapters written don't read it's me filling the word count and please enjoy

My way of viewing the the series but do mind the first few chapters written don't read it's me filling the word count and please enjoy. Plus I don't plan on changing the majority of the plot

Just realized something so a story shall unfold

Luna Harper, who has it all. The Queen of the World. She got everything - money, clothes, parties, and boys. But because of one mistake, her future is ruined and everything became nothing.

How will she deal with her life now as the Queen of Nothing?

BOOK 1 of LUNA'S DIARIES: Secrets, Lies, and Deception

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Luna Harper, a senior high school student of Greenfield University, is also known to be the reigning Queen since freshman year. She's known to be the Queen of Bad Behavior but the Sweet and Proper Daughter of the Harper Industries. She truly has it all - the fame, the status, and beauty.

She went missing for a year and returned to the University with a secret and is as if everything is still perfect. Her life isn't the same as before anymore because of one mistake that ruined her life. She has become a fragile girl that is walking with a ticking bomb.

Her everything suddenly became nothing until she met Nathaniel Cooper.

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Chapter 69 best chapter! If you know what I mean! 
Join the Unnamed God Sect! We know how to have fun!
Join the Unnamed God Sect! HAIL THE SECT!!!
Join the Unnamed God Sect! We are an upright organisation (kinda)!
Join the Unnamed God Sect! Bully random monsters!
Join the Unnamed God Sect! No matter our numbers we are legion!
Join the Unnamed God Sect! We have pie!
Join the Unnamed God Sect! Getting stronger one training montage at a time!
Join the Unnamed God Sect! The sectmaster is insane!
Join the Unnamed God Sect! Screw the Lunar goddess!
Join the Unnamed God Sect! We have poker! Mostly deathless too!
Join the Unnamed God Sect! You know you want to!
Join the Unnamed God Sect! We have the cutest deer!
Join the Unnamed God Sect! We are clueless!
Join the Unnamed God Sect! We are OP AF!
Join the Unnamed God Sect! We learn to endure pain! A bit!
Join the Unnamed God Sect! We don't even bother to name side-characters! Actually…
Join the Unnamed God Sect! We have drinking parties!
Join the Unnamed God Sect! We have a lucky iron hilt!
Join the Unnamed God Sect! We have popstars!
Join the Unnamed God Sect! We go against the world!
Join the Unnamed God Sect! We defy the gods!
Join the Unnamed God Sect! We take long walks in disaster zones!
Join the Unnamed God Sect! We play fetch!
Join the Unnamed God Sect! We can barbecue yo!
Join the Unnamed God Sect! We be dodging like bosses!
Join the Unnamed God Sect! We have Wolfie!
Join the Unnamed God Sect! We play hide and seek!
Join the Unnamed God Sect! We dream big! And weird!
Join the Unnamed God Sect! Everything is filler! Does that make none of it filler then? Or still all?
Join the Unnamed God Sect! We explore the world!
Join the Unnamed God Sect! We are business savvy!
Join the Unnamed God Sect! We have cool members!
 
Join the Unnamed God Sect! We have cookies! (Zombie here, pie still #1 tho)
Join the Unnamed God Sect! We have gold-plated palaces! (Zombie here, real gold)
Join the Unnamed God Sect! We have beer for mino…. (Zombie here, omitted)
Join the Unnamed God Sect! We have lolis!
Join the Unnamed God Sect! We'll treat you well! I think!
Join the Unnamed God Sect! We have an assortment of classical music!
Join the Unnamed God Sect! We have Sky-chan and Snow-chan!
Join the Unnamed God Sect! We'll give you pills!
Join the Unnamed God Sect! What kind of motto should I use anyway?
Join the Unnamed God Sect! We're crazy!
Join the Unnamed God Sect! We have fresh meat?
Join the Unnamed God Sect! We have a local adjutant who hosts Mozart parties!
Join the Unnamed God Sect! We have the Unnamed God!
Join the Unnamed God Sect! MEE6 is a simp! (Zombie, not related to any existing bot)
Join the Unnamed God Sect! Free tazers!
Join the Unnamed God Sect! Get cookies! What we already used that one?!
Join the Unnamed God Sect! We have dragons!
Join the Unnamed God Sect! We have killer bunnies!
Join the Unnamed God Sect! We have cheese!
Join the Unnamed God Sect! We have penguins!
Join the Unnamed God Sect! We are a danger to public morals!
Join the Unnamed God Sect! We shitpost A LOT!
Join the Unnamed God Sect! We have talents!
Turns out lenny faces do not count toward word count. Surprisingly or unsurprisingly.
I was gonna post some lenny faces and call it a day.
Then say something in the author's note about how this chapter took me a long time to write and lots of effort.
Then I was gonna publish another one right after with some real story development.
But not to screw up my word average I need to input some random content like so.
Do you know how many sect mottos it takes to completely fill up a chapter word count?
The answer is a fuck-ton. Like seriously.
Then I kinda started to make some Lenny face art.
In the beginning, I managed to successfully spell out Zombie 69 ! with Lenny art.
It looked awesome!
It also only worked on the mobile version.
I decided to modify it to work on the web version also.
Then guess what? It looked awesome on the web!
But also stopped working on mobile.
It played a bit with it …then gave up.
Now you can only see the art on mobile. Oh well.
So turns out between making the (seemingly) easy art and writing various sect mottos this chapter has legit taken me a long time.
I wanted to troll you guys a bit (for giggles, no harm intended as usual)
Turns out I trolled myself A LOT.
This has been the first 100% goofy chapter of The Unnamed God.
Hope it made you guys chuckle, even a tiny bit.
By the way, some of these mottos were made by friends. How it goes is you start with Join the Unnamed God Sect! Capitalization is important of course. Then you pick one characteristic that represents you well online. The various animal mottos were mostly made by people with said animals as a profile picture. Same with the cheese guy. Who uses cheese as a profile pic, like really.
 Next chapter coming out real soon. 
Stay tuned! 
Zombie, 
The ultimate shitposter! 
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Have you ever heard of The Unnamed God Sect? 

It appeared suddenly. 
It grew exponentially by the second.
It accomplished miracles on a daily basis. 
It caused mayhem across the many worlds. 
It even ended up causing the destruction of many. 

Just when the people thought they were done, they turned their sight towards the gods. 
And that is how the age of the gods ended. 

How did this all happen? 

Well, all because of one peculiar mortal. 
One that ended up getting summoned by mistake.
One that didn't even know of his own power. 
One that would create The Unnamed God on a whim. 
And thus cause a chain reaction that would doom the world.

This is his story. In all its glory....and embarrassing moments.

Check FAQ for more info 

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Editor: My readers pointing out mistakes ^_^
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"Count the words?" you repeated again, making sure you heard right.
"That's correct. Count the words, my dear friend."
You counted the words from that passage. "There's 87... 87 total. How is that supposed to help us?"
Detective W sighed as he went through Professor Cho's books. "You're on the right track, my friend. Don't think about it too hard."
"Don't think about it too hard?" you muttered, thinking about what he said. 'Huh, what could he mean by that? Word count... word count... count the words? Wait a sec! Is this what he meant?!'
You quickly grabbed your notepad from your backpack. "If word 1 is the... and word 2 is... amber... and 8 is reaching..."
You wrote down what you have found. "The, Amber, Reaching, All, Non-significant, The, Of."
"So, boss, what does this all mean?"
"You're so close, my friend. You have found seven words. You need another hint?"
You unabashedly answered, "Yes."
"Fine. Take the initial letter from each word." Detective W sounded a bit disappointed. 
"Uh. So, it's... T... TA... Taranto?"
"That's it, my friend. Taranto it is."
Suddenly, you recalled the name. 'It was during a trip in elementary school', you remembered.  "Ah! I know where it is! The Taranto Museum! That's the only place with the word Taranto in it!" you loudly exclaimed. 
"Shh!" Ha-Eun harshly shushed you, and stomped on your foot. "Be quiet! Other people could be here, and they could eavesdrop on us! Calm down!"
"But, they all left already. No need to worry!" you retorted. You were correct. The only people in the room were you four. The will reader had also left. 
"Taranto Museum?" Ha-joon asked, perplexed. "What is that place? I've never been there before."
Detective W closed the encyclopedia he was reading. "Ha-joon, do you know who Piero Taranto is?"
"Absolutely not," Ha-joon shook his head as he spoke. 
"Piero Taranto was an Italian-American engineer who pioneered geothermal energy in the central part of Pennsylvania. That's how Owlsburgh became so wealthy. It was mostly due to his innovative usage of geothermal energy. He also tinkered with several other inventions in his life. So, when he died, people dedicated a museum to him," Detective W explained. "That's the Taranto museum-a museum primarily for showcasing science and technology."
"Oh... wow, that was a succinct explanation. Thanks, Detective W."
"My pleasure. So, Ha-Eun, Ha-joon, do you want to go to the museum right now? It's open on Sundays."
Ha-Eun instantly agreed. "We need to get to them before any other family members do! Let's go!" 
They instantly left for the museum in Detective W's black SUV. 
Unbeknownst to them, Ji-young was hiding in the closet next to library, listening to every word they said. "Huh... the Taranto Museum... you heard that, Signor Bartolo? Signor Bartolo?"
"Yes, Signora Ji-young. I heard you perfectly. So, the next hint is at the Taranto Museum." a deep, baritone voice replied. 
"Yeah. You promised, right? If I were to give you $5,000,000 dollars, you will give me a happier life! Right?!" 
"Yes, indeed, Signora. Ciao, Signora. I have other matters to attend to..."
The phone was cut off. Ji-young clenched her fists, opened the door, and punched the wall. 
"I heard you... Ha-Eun, you sneaky little fox. You think you can get past Auntie with this? No way! In fact, you don't deserve anything! Just like your parents! Argh!"
She punched the wall one more time, and exited from Professor Cho's house. "Those little undeserving punks gonna get to it first?" Ji-young angrily grumbled as she got on her red, sleek sports car. "Not if I can help it!"
                                                                   Day 2, END

3-141-MYSTERY...
Hello, my friends! Welcome to Detective W's Agency at Owlsburgh, Pennsylvania! 
I'm glad to have you as my assistants! I'm grateful that you guys are here to help me solve cases-from the easiest to the most complicated! 
Rate: 20USD/Hour. Many benefits included. If you really want this job and work your brains out, give the above number a call! 
The mystery-I will give the honor to you of solving them! Don't worry!
Glad to be solving mysteries with you, my friends!
Sincerely, 
Detective W

P.S Currently working on another novel now, so this book will have weekly updates. Thanks for understanding



"Count the words?" you repeated again, making sure you heard right. 

"That's correct. Count the words, my dear friend." 

You counted the words from that passage. "There's 87... 87 total. How is that supposed to help us?" 

Detective W sighed as he went through Professor Cho's books. "You're on the right track, my friend. Don't think about it too hard." 

"Don't think about it too hard?" you muttered, thinking about what he said. Huh, what could he mean by that? Word count... word count... count the words? Wait a sec! Is this what he meant?! 

You quickly grabbed your notepad from your backpack. "If word 1 is the... and word 2 is... amber... and 8 is reaching..." 

You wrote down what you have found. "The, Amber, Reaching, All, Non-significant, The, Of." 

"So, boss, what does this all mean?" 

"You're so close, my friend. You have found seven words. You need another hint?" 

You unabashedly answered, "Yes." 

"Fine. Take the initial letter from each word." Detective W sounded a bit disappointed. 

"Uh. So, it's... T... TA... Taranto?" 

"That's it, my friend. Taranto it is." 

Suddenly, you recalled the name. It was during a trip in elementary school, you remembered. "Ah! I know where it is! The Taranto Museum! That's the only place with the word Taranto in it!" you loudly exclaimed. 

"Shh!" Ha-Eun harshly shushed you, and stomped on your foot. "Be quiet! Other people could be here, and they could eavesdrop on us! Calm down!" 

"But, they all left already. No need to worry!" you retorted. You were correct. The only people in the room were you four. The will reader had also left. 

"Taranto Museum?" Ha-joon asked, perplexed. "What is that place? I've never been there before." 

Detective W closed the encyclopedia he was reading. "Ha-joon, do you know who Piero Taranto is?" 

"Absolutely not," Ha-joon shook his head as he spoke. 

"Piero Taranto was an Italian-American engineer who pioneered geothermal energy in the central part of Pennsylvania. That's how Owlsburgh became so wealthy. It was mostly due to his innovative usage of geothermal energy. He also tinkered with several other inventions in his life. So, when he died, people dedicated a museum to him," Detective W explained. "That's the Taranto museum-a museum primarily for showcasing science and technology." 

"Oh... wow, that was a succinct explanation. Thanks, Detective W." 

"My pleasure. So, Ha-Eun, Ha-joon, do you want to go to the museum right now? It's open on Sundays." 

Ha-Eun instantly agreed. "We need to get to them before any other family members do! Let's go!" 

They instantly left for the museum in Detective W's black SUV. 

Unbeknownst to them, Ji-young was hiding in the closet next to library, listening to every word they said. "Huh... the Taranto Museum... you heard that, Signor Bartolo? Signor Bartolo?" 

"Yes, Signora Ji-young. I heard you perfectly. So, the next hint is at the Taranto Museum." a deep, baritone voice replied. 

"Yeah. You promised, right? If I were to give you $5,000,000 dollars, you will give me a happier life! Right?!" 

"Yes, indeed, Signora. Ciao, Signora. I have other matters to attend to..." 

The phone was cut off. Ji-young clenched her fists, opened the door, and punched the wall. 

"I heard you... Ha-Eun, you sneaky little fox. You think you can get past Auntie with this? No way! In fact, you don't deserve anything! Just like your parents! Argh!" 

She punched the wall one more time, and exited from Professor Cho's house. "Those little undeserving punks gonna get to it first?" Ji-young angrily grumbled as she got on her red, sleek sports car. "Not if I can help it!" 

 Day 2, END

3-141-MYSTERY...
Hello, my friends! Welcome to Detective W's Agency at Owlsburgh, Pennsylvania! 
I'm glad to have you as my assistants! I'm grateful that you guys are here to help me solve cases-from the easiest to the most complicated! 
Rate: 20USD/Hour. Many benefits included. If you really want this job and work your brains out, give the above number a call! 
The mystery-I will give the honor to you of solving them! Don't worry!
Glad to be solving mysteries with you, my friends!
Sincerely, 
Detective W

P.S Currently working on another novel now, so this book will have bi-weekly updates. Thanks for understanding

As an author, you must always be shameless. Take advantage of the sheer cult-like following your readers provide. They will literally always read any new chapter you make, so it doesn't matter if you make 90% of it filler! These next few chapters will be:
-How To Make Filler
-Cultivating Your Filler
-Going Premium With Filler
(Why are these all in different chapters? I think you can figure that out for yourself.)


Let's begin. 
How To Make Filler:

Quite an intriguing question. If anything, there are many sources you can learn from. An example would be "The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism"
The story is an average system story that tries to be unique from all these copy and paste stories you'd usually find. 

However, a big aspect of the story is, you guessed it... FILLER. If it's not filler, than it's mostly an explanation on a Buddhist scripture that the MC used or is about to use. Completely and utterly shameless if you ask me. It's a perfect starting ground for those who are cultivating the Dao of Filler. 

Now.. how do you actually make filler? Well, I'll list some examples below and point out what's actually going on in the mind of the author. Of course, these will all count as part of my word count too. I did write the examples!

"Xia Yin managed to flawlessly and masterfully dodge the arrow that was speeding past him like a thunderbolt in the night sky."

Quite a "descriptive" scene, right? That's because most of it is filler. Your brain is actually trying to make it seem like it's relevant to story, but it's not. The author(me)'s intentions were actually to drag that paragraph out by adding more words and using a metaphor. A spectacular combo. Absolutely stunning! Next filler example. 

"Zhuan Xia was utterly flustered and embarrassed! How could someone from the other gender attract her like that? His deep blue eyes, perfectly shaped nose and that unnaturally sharp and even jawline. Just thinking about the author made Zhuan Xia's body go weak."

That was a long paragraph, with a lot of expertly concealed filler! I especially liked the part where she complimented my looks, she really knows how to make a man feel good about himself. The key to having filler in a paragraph like that is
-Always use the character's name!! It will always add 2 words to your word count 
-Be a LOT more descriptive. It will still add to your word count and readers will even thank you for putting such a descriptive scene in their minds.
-Add unnecessary sentences like "How could someone from the opposite gender attract her like that.." to make the readers feel like they are in Zhuan Xia's mind, but are actually just reading filler.

That's all for today folks! I'm not actually getting paid to do this, so there will only be 1 chapter per day! I will probably not even go above 600 words! Please... give a starving author suggestions on what I should cover after this first volume of 3 chapters. I'll see ya later, and remember kids... Every word counts!

Young daoist, you must face all in your way to becoming a shameless author and filler expert. Luckily, I am giving advice for freeeeeee! Vote now with your power stones..

This text has 925 words. I also have decided to use this place at the beginning only for the word count and the source of inspiration if I got directly inspired by something.
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The Narrator looked at his completed tasks. In a space that seemed infinite, but also finite, there were 16 Balls. But that doesn't explain much The Narrator thought, so he changed the narration.
The Narrator looked at his completed tasks. In a space that seemed infinite, but also finite, there were a total of 16 Spheres. Some of the spheres were close together while some others touched, some were large some were small. Yea way better.
One of the pairs of spheres that were close together suddenly moved. If one looks closely one would notice that both spheres were in fact worlds. Those worlds had their story flow paused as they were not narrated. The story of both were nearly completely the same with only minor differences and one large. The large difference was that when The Narrator narrated them, he used different languages. The same was true of the other pair that was close together.
There were three spheres that touched each other. Hm… I have to increase the spatial dimensions of this space sometime in the future, currently its 3 dimensional and can only support 12 touching spheres… The Narrator thought.
There were three spheres that touched each other, their worlds were fused. While they could exist without each other, they would have no true story flow.
Then The Narrators view switched to two specific spheres. Hm… I should explain the exact "view" more The Narrator thought, so he changed the narration.
Then The Narrators view that was Omniscience within this specific space |Suddenly a being of higher authority interrupts and changes The Narrators narration| (As in The Narrator knows everything about what is in this space, but that was it. It does not know what is outside of it.) focused on two specific spheres. Both spheres were smaller than the others, but they were as important as them. The first of them contained not a world, but two regions. This sphere was around 3.5 times smaller than the average of the other spheres.
The first region had 6 spheres each containing a concept, the newest one of them contained the concept for this narration. The second region contained two spheres. Those spheres did not contain concepts but also not worlds. They contained the story flow framework of two worlds.
The Narrators Omniscience view left the first sphere and entered the second one. This one did not contain regions. It only contained a single sphere. This sphere was a world that had its story flow currently being created – It was currently narrated.
The Narrator looked at this sphere like it was his own child. It was his hard work. The work it loved to do – to narrate.
Suddenly The Narrators view moved back, out of this small sphere and focused one a concept a being with higher authority just created, the number of concepts now reaching 7. Its contents made The Narrator wonder how exactly he should narrate this, as the concept was very mind bending and may confuse The Audience.
The Narrator paused for a long time. How shall I continue? he thought. Then a being of higher authority gives The Narrator a path to follow, with the goal of increasing the word count.
I was created by a being of higher authority. The reason for my creation was to narrate this beings' creations. At the time of my creation there were only three spheres. Soon after another two got created. After the amount of spheres reached 12, the sphere containing concepts and story flow frameworks was created. It soon was beginning to fill up.
I often wonder what is outside my space. I assume my space is nothing but one sphere out of many in the view of the being that created me. Maybe those other spheres have the same structure as this? Maybe they have their own narrator?
Hm… I think I will now increase the spatial dimensions of this space The Narrator ends his monologue he had with The Audience.
I still have to change something he thinks and returns to the middle part of the narration and adds a part of the sizes of the world spheres in comparison to the sphere containing concepts and world flow frameworks.
Now on to increasing the spatial dimensions The Narrator thinks. While he is Omniscience within his space, he is not directly Omnipotent in it. I now have to use a trick, he thinks, I will narrate that the number of spatial dimensions in this space is 24. As my narration is the truth within my space it will make it so that this narration, that includes a copy of my space has 24 spatial dimensions.
This space has 24 spatial dimensions! The Narrator narrates. And his space's spatial dimensions increased to 24.
Now if ever there is a story flow made up of more than 12 spheres, I can just put into this narration's my space! He continues, but then stops.
Wait… as this is just a narration, wasn't it totally pointless for me to do this? The being that created me is Omnipotent, so this shouldn't have been a problem. This being should even be able to make a squared circle…
Did it make me do this only to increase the word count? He narrates I even narrated a few paragraphs above that the path it gave me, was given with the goal of increasing the word count. 
Then Ill just do the end work of counting the word count and adding it before my narration even started. After doing it The Narrator happily looks at the completed work. Finally finished!
|Suddenly a being of higher authority interrupts and changes The Narrators narration, again|
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I wanted to make something "unnormal" this time yea… that was it… do you have an idea what The Narrator described when talking about "my space" and those "spheres"? Comment it! This time I won't give a hint, but if someone got it right, I'll say it.

Welcome to the Yackoverse!
A verse full of endless possibilities with all sorts of storys happening within it, ranging from simple hunting to destroying worlds all the way to the border of the 4th Wall!

The Yackoverse has, as the title says many short storys. Some are connected, others not. As I write not a whole novel but each chapter as a different story, I have more freedom as to what the topic (or story) of each chapter is in comparison to an author of a complete novel.
I’ll even try to write something you want! Just send a comment with an Idea or Concept! :D

I suggest you start at with the chapters 6, 10, or The Empire (30-?) to get a better idea of this novel, as the earlier chapters are not really that great in comparison imo.

The cover is edited together from multiple pictures of soap bubbles I found online. Fun Fact: From an in novel PoV each bubble is a different Story!

Ps.: I use 'Storys' as Stories was already taken when the name was still 'My Short Storys'. I absolutely totally didn’t misspell it back then! (This is also the reason why I used 'storys' instead of 'stories' in this description.)

"Stop making little noises of wonder, can you?" Schwarz muttered, using the side of his lips. "You're making me look like an idiot."
"Who?" Claud and Lily asked. "Me?"
"Both of you!"
Count Nightfall chuckled. "Don't worry about it, sir Schwarz. I'm happy that the interior of my palace interests the two of you. If you want to, we can have a small tour around my palace after official business is conducted?"
"Really?" Lily asked.
Claud pricked his ears up at that response. "I'll take you up on that offer then."
"Me too, me too!"
Claud had a feeling that her motive in asking was quite similar to his own, though. It wouldn't hurt to know what the layout of Nightfall Palace was like, just in case he actually needed to…borrow some items from it. For Lily, she probably wanted to look for places where she could conduct an efficient demolition job. In a sense, both objectives overlapped with each other.
Whether the two of them would do anything like theft or blowing up the palace was really context-dependent, though.
"I apologise for the unruly members of my delegation," Schwarz replied, her words neither subservient nor overbearing. "These two kids love great art and interesting places; they will stop at nothing to see what they want."
"That's natural," Count Nightfall replied, his simple black shirt rippling as he spoke. "Ah. We've arrived. I'll share with you the results of our investigation first, and then we can follow up with the tour and a small banquet."
"Very well," Schwarz replied. "We'll abide by your arrangements. Once again, thank you for accommodating this unruly pair."
The count chuckled, before gesturing at the door they had stopped at. It was a simple black door, one that looked like every other door they had passed so far, and as they stepped it, Claud couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.
The interior was minimalistic to a point. There was one bookshelf full of books, as well as a table and chair. Claud couldn't even bring himself to describe how the sparse furniture even looked like; it was as if his childhood idea of a brown table and chair had appeared. It would be far easier to describe the neat mountains of documents sitting on the table, as well as the black pen, inlaid with gold engravings, sitting in the very middle.
"It's not much," Count Nightfall said quietly, "but it gets the job done."
He cleared his throat as the two attendants following behind them earlier left the room. "Now, findings. With such an unpleasant incident going on, we had to hold nothing back in interrogating Rodrio…or rather, the person who once used to be Rodrio."
"What do you mean by that, count?" Schwarz asked, his voice a calm sea.
"The being you once knew as Rodrio has died," Nightfall replied. "His mind has been shattered."
"What?"
"This one supposes it would be easier if I were to show you." The count retrieved a document from the huge piles on his table with absurd ease, before passing it over to Schwarz. "This is his status. While he is still alive, in the physical sense of the word, he no longer has control over his body and mind."
The bartender looked through the document, before narrowing his eyes. Without a word, he passed it over to Claud and Lily, who looked at it together. It was a normal status, with skills that a guard should have, but a particular phrase had been highlighted.
Claud's heart skipped a beat as he looked at it.
The words 'Thrall of ThBoD:A???' were written there and underlined in bold. The first two words were nothing of interest to Claud; his eyes had been drawn over to the last one the moment he saw the Passive Skills section. He didn't dare to think too much, though. A single mistake, and the others would notice. Now was not the time.
"Count," Schwarz began slowly, "the passive skill is…"
"Errors, apparently. I have no idea what that last word is. From our records…or really historical ones, anyway, the three question marks represent error points. Or an overflow, but I don't know what 'overflow' refers to." The count tapped the wooden table lightly. "There have been multiple occurrences when question marks appear in one's status, but all of them are very…problematic."
"Problematic?" Schwarz asked.
"Yes," Nightfall replied. "They are…almost always linked to godhood. An odd choice of word, yes. But that's the closest approximation the historical records give."
"Can we look at these records you speak of?" Schwarz asked. "I think a different perspective could be useful."
"I agree, but regretfully, it's…not accessible to anyone but me," Count Nightfall replied. "Emperor Grandis has many wonders at his disposal. One of them includes a…shared world of…information that all nobles of a certain rank can access. My access to information there, however, remains limited."
His words came out stilted, but no one was going to comment on that. Claud was more interested in what the count meant when he said 'a shared world', but the chances of finding out were just slightly higher than him being the bastard daughter of Emperor Grandis.
"We'll have to accept that information as true, then," Schwarz noted. "So, back to the main point. This passive skill is what's controlling Rodrio?"
"Yes. The control seems to be unbreakable…even absolute," Count Nightfall replied. "It's an incredible form of Mental Domination, capable of affecting multiple targets. It's able to turn people into completely obedient slaves, slaves that will do anything in their power to execute their mission."
"That's horrible," Lily murmured.
"Yes. Skills that nullify free will are banned in Grandis; any possessor of them, once caught, is subject to the death penalty," Count Nightfall replied. "This skill, however, by virtue of being able to affect multiple people and command absolute loyalty of them—"
"Hold on," said Schwarz. "Count, how do you know that it can command multiple people?"
"Because the murderer haunting Nachtville was one such thrall too," Nightfall replied. "My compliments to the Moon Lords dispatched there: they made an immense contribution to the process of neutralising the culprit. Suitable rewards have already been prepared for them."
"The murderer…"
Claud gulped. He had to make use of his mana and the dulled wits of Rodrio to overcome him earlier. The most important bit, however, was that Rodrio was a vanilla. Even as a normal person, Claud had been forced back over and over in that battle.
"An ambush," Lily murmured. "The others must have been worried that they couldn't defeat the murderer."
"Yes. The spear-thrower at Nachtville was unbelievably skilled, according to the reports." Count Nightfall crossed his arms. "It's unfortunate that the person who immobilised Rodrio cannot be found in the city. I wanted to ask him about Rodrio's skills and see if there was a connection or something."
Rodrio's skill with a sword was indeed incredible, though. However, it was not something he could reveal—
"Right, that person…Claud, didn't you know that person? The person who overcame Rodrio," said Schwarz. "I didn't know you had such a personage as your acquaintance. Really impressive."
"I'm more disturbed at the fact that a tetra-folder was in my city without my knowledge, though," Count Nightfall muttered.
"A tetra-folder?" Claud asked. "Who are you talking about?"
"The one who you got to help apprehend Rodrio?" Schwarz replied, confused. "Oh. You didn't know he was a tetra-folder?"
"Y-yeah. That about sums it up," Claud replied, surprised. "I'm very surprised, really."
Unlike the others, who were surprised at the fact he didn't know about his "friend" being a tetra-folder, Claud was surprised at how Schwarz and the others had cooked up a story of their own imagination. It was impressive how they had created such an explanation without any input from him at all.
Was everyone in Licencia lacking in a stable outlet to release pent-up imaginations?
That explanation would at least account for why so many people liked writing short stories in the city, though. There was even a Manuscript Festival held every year, which—
Claud shook his head, flushing the superfluous thoughts out of his mind.
"No chance of confirming things, then," Count Nightfall mused out loud. "Other than these two incidents, I've been conferring with the administrations of the fellow counts under Istrel — Countess Farah and Count Boreas — who are also reporting similar incidents with these thralls. A huge storm is brewing up here, and I don't like it."
"Especially with Duke Istrel's inauguration barely a month away," Claud found himself subconsciously adding. Nightfall's mention of Farah had gotten him distracted enough to open his mouth.
"Yes. I am not sure what to think of this incident. Is it something the Duke did? Or are these incidents something by the other two Dukes? Maybe there's someone else trying to screw the entire sovereignty over." The count folded his arms. "Fortunately, there's at least a countermeasure. Anyone with the ability to command mana apparently cannot be controlled by this skill."
"Wait, really?" Schwarz asked. "Darn it. I need lifestones too, then."
"Don't worry, I've prepared enough to make you a sub-folder. That's just our hypothesis, though. The thralls encountered so far show no trace of mana; there might be a pattern there."
"A sub-folder?" Schwarz asked.
"Yes. One of my servants will brief you on what a sub-folder is later," Nightfall replied. "Or you can ask the Lunar Ladies. They should also know too."
The bartender turned to looked at Lily, his eyebrow raised.
"I'll handle it," Lily replied. "So please stop staring at me like that. it's scary!"
"That's about it, then." Count Nightfall exhaled slowly. "For now, the murder cases have ended. A storm is brewing up, however. Moon Lords, let us continue to protect this city together."
He smiled, before getting up. "Come. A banquet awaits."

[This work is also being serialised on RoyalRoad under the name Xel Vi Coronata]
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Book 1: The Legend of Tot

Synopsis:

Claud Primus, a self-declared master thief, has a simple goal. To live forever. It's a rather easy task, for miraculous objects called lifestones are able to extend one's lifespan. These lifestones are best found in the treasuries of nobles, lovely resorts that Claud pays a visit to every so often. Unfortunately, one of those nightly visits go awry, and Claud is forced to escape with just a single lifestone and a box in hand.

Normally, that's when things die down. The guards yawn, the gates close, and the night continues.

But this time, the night isn't that forgiving. A dozen schemes result in the murder of someone important, and with a convenient scapegoat — Claud — at hand, it doesn't take long for him to be framed as a heinous criminal, wanted for the indirect murder of someone high up...and it just gets worse from there.
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Book 2: The Moon Lords' Rise

Synopsis:

As ordered chaos sweeps across Licencia, Claud leaves for Julan Barony, intent on making some profits there. Accompanied by the erstwhile heiress of Julan, a fellow member of the Moon Lords, the two plot against the barony's wealth...as well as a promise to bring about its downfall. Meanwhile, back home, the Moon Lords have busied themselves with digesting their gains. Eyes, however, are beginning to turn to this proverbial fish in a small pond.

The fishermen are coming.

When they cast their hook, what will Dia and the others do?
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 Book 3: Murders under the Moons

Synopsis:

In the sleepy town of Nachtville, where Claud and Lily are forced to stop at, a set of nasty murders occurs. Victims scream out in fright, before a spear falls from the sky to end their suffering. Cowed and cautious, the master thief and his partner slink in the shadows, their objective that of home...

A new task, however, has fallen on Dia. With a trusty helper at her side, she has to set off towards Nachtville itself, to solve the mystery Claud had abandoned. Faced with an enemy whose sole skillset is geared towards killing, how will they succeed? 

And what dark secrets will they find?
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Book 4: In the Dark of the Moons

Synopsis:

The year has ended. The four months of the full moons will soon be followed by two months of the new moons. Duke Istrel's ascension is around the corner.

Amidst this political upheaval, Count Nightfall, Licencia's strongest defender, has been called away. The Moon Lords' largest task yet — to protect Licencia in the absence of its ruler — has begun.  And yet, trouble is unrelenting. A distinguished personage, one that Claud fears, has been found dead in the county, his brains dug out and his body disemboweled. The inquisitors of the White Church have been dispatched to investigate and apprehend the murderer...as well as the person behind this puppet. 

Tormented by a call to fight, Claud directs his eyes out of the city, looking for the puppetmaster. Skulking in the shadows, the master thief will soon confront his greatest foe yet.

A foe just like him.

The celestial emperor of immortal beasts was reincarnated as a black snake in a desolate era which cultivators, demons and devils fought fiercely to become true immortals and have lived as long as the heavens themselves...
  In this world ruled by mortals wu yu will find a way to ascend the heavens and even transcend them, follow him on his journey as he takes back his throne as a primordial emperor.
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  Ima say this so no one goes crazy- I am not the best writer but I will try to improve however I can, but the more I write the better I will get, if you have any ideas to make the story better plz leave them down in the comments

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