
There were no other customers in the restaurant. Sighing in despair, Uncle Li and his wife were sitting opposite each other and discussing the restaurant's revenues. They were very confident when buying the diner, but they never expected that the business wouldn't improve much since then, because it was difficult to attract customers from the other restaurants around them.
Seeing Zhang Zian and another customer walk in, Uncle Li and his wife quickly greeted them.
Since it wasn't meal time yet, Zhang Zian only ordered two cups of orange juice.
After the orange juice was served, Uncle Li and his wife left them alone.
If Zhang Zian had never ran into Meng Li at the library and received help from him that day, it would have been impossible for Zhang Zian to ever locate the untitled book. Meng Li had left the library before Zhang Zian, who had been wondering about this question ever since that time. Today, he'd ran into Meng Li again. He wouldn't miss another opportunity to find out the answer.
Meng Li didn't have a deep impression of that day. When Zhang Zian reminded him, he remembered and said, "Oh, that was the subject you were referring to. Manager Zhang, are you really studying mathematics?"
"I'm slightly interested in it," Zhang Zian said vaguely. "How did you know that the book was hidden in the reference book section?"
"Hidden in the reference book section?" Stunned, Meng Li corrected him. "No, no, you're misunderstood. I mean, assuming that there was such a book about life, the universe, and everything, it should be placed in the reference book section. It was merely my assumption. A book like that doesn't truly exist, right? Or have you really found such a book?"
"No, I haven't. It was just the slip of the tongue." Zhang Zian tried to cover up his previous question. "Is there anything special about the origin of the book? How did you decide that it would be in the reference section?"
Meng Li smiled confidently. "Assuming there is such a book, not only could I conclude that it would be in the reference book section, but I could also determine that it would be placed on a bookshelf with various dictionaries."
Holy crap! Zhang Zian was shocked.
That was f**king amazing!
Meng Li obviously had left the library before Zhang Zian that day, but it seemed like he had witnessed Zhang Zian finding the untitled book next to a pile of English dictionaries.
Zhang Zian became increasingly curious. Knowing that Meng Li was holding him in suspense, Zhang Zian said calmly, "Mr. Meng, are you able to know things without fortune telling?"
"No, I don't have that kind of ability." Meng Li stopped smiling and said seriously, "Have you heard of Hyperwebster?"
"What?" Startled, Zhang Zian racked his brain to search for the term in his memory, but nothing came up. 
Meng Li explained, "Hyperwebster is a thought experiment proposed by the famous mathematician and science fiction novelist Dr. Ian Stewart. This thought experiment means that, assuming that such a dictionary exists, and that the dictionary consists of 26 English letters, starting with A, ending with an infinite number of Z, like this—"
To demonstrate, Meng Li pulled out a napkin, laid it out on the table, and wrote on it with a pen he had:
A, AA, AAA, AAAA...
AB, ABA, ABAA, ABAAA...
AC, ACA, ACAA, ACAAA...
...
Z, ZA, ZAA, ZAAA...
ZB, ZBA, ZBAA, ZBAAA...
...
ZZ, ZZZ, ZZZZ, ZZZZZ...
Zhang Zian was perplexed, but he saw that the sequence of these letters seemed to be similar to what he'd seen previously in that untitled book.
Meng Li pushed the napkin to Zhang Zian and put the pen down. He asked, "You know what this means? This means that the Hyperwebster contains all the possible combinations of English letters. Whether they're English words that exist now, or new words that will be coined in the next hundred or thousand years later, they're already included in the Hyperwebster. For example, 'zidecuz'. This isn't a word, and it isn't currently included in any dictionary. If someone were to write this word, it would definitely be thought of as a misspelling. But maybe a year in the future, the word will be given some sort of meaning from people. At that time, people would be surprised to find that this word has already been included in the Hyperwebster, assuming that such a dictionary does exist."
Meng Li drank a few mouthfuls of orange juice to wet his throat, giving Zhang Zian time to process what he'd said.
Zhang Zian stared at the strange letter combinations on the napkin and tried to keep up with Meng Li's explanation.
Meng Li added, "Not only that, but because this dictionary includes all possible English words, these words may also constitute all possible entries. Theoretically, the answers to all the unsolved mysteries in history, and everyone and everything in this world, can be found in this dictionary. These entries may further form all possible passages, from the first poorly-written composition by an English writer from just a corner of the world, to The Declaration of Independence, the English version of Dream of the Red Chamber, the complete works of Shakespeare, the Encyclopedia Britannica, all the English books collected in the US Library of Congress, and all of the great articles written by an unborn writer. All of this is inside of this dictionary."
At this, Meng Li changed his tone and smiled relaxingly. "Well, at this point, you should be able to understand that the content of this dictionary is infinite. It has a beginning, but no end. The number of the letters inside the dictionary is more than all the atoms in the universe, because the total number of atoms in the universe is limited, while the letters in the dictionary are infinite. This book can only stay in people's imagination, it can never appear in the real world. Even if you exhausted all the time and atoms in the universe, you wouldn't be able to finish writing this dictionary."
"My life is finite, but the book is infinite." Zhang Zian whispered to himself.
"What?"
Zhang Zian's voice was so low that Meng Li didn't hear him clearly.
"No, nothing." Zhang Zian waved his hand. "I'm just a bit shocked."
Meng Li nodded and picked up his cup of orange juice, "It's normal. The Hyperwebster is a thought experiment that few people know about except for those in the mathematics community. It is not as well-known as the Schrodinger's cat, which the public takes great pleasure in talking about. So, when you told me then that you were looking for a book about life, the universe, and everything, I immediately thought of the Hyperwebster. In fact, I was joking with you back then. Afterwards, I worried that I had committed a huge sin by misleading you to find the wrong book. By the way, what on earth was the book you wanted to find that day?"
Zhang Zian smiled. "It was actually a science fiction novel—the third installment of The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy written by Douglas Adams, and the title of the book was called Life, the Universe, and Everything."
"I see," Meng Li realized. "I rarely read science fiction. No wonder I hadn't heard about it. What a shame!"


1. Download a suspicious game
2. Catch a few magical pets as partners
3. Go through interesting daily routines and lead the pet shop to a whole new level

-You're keeping me in suspense Dotty! What's with these? Is it some form of precious metal?-
<Ding ding ding!> Dotty chimed like a bell. 
<You are so smart Vy! These are Blacrium Metal!>
"Milady, would you like me to get rid of these fake gold dragons for you?" Caster asked, unaware of the discovery. 
"No, that's quite alright, I think they might prove useful after all. But I will need to study them further. I'll be here for a while. Caster, you may resume your duties for the time being. If I need, I will call for you."
Caster bowed, "As you wish, Milady. I will take my leave."
As soon as he left, Vy turned her attention back to Dotty and the table of rocks. The three snakes were still coiled up on the table next to each other. They have not moved, not without Vy's instruction. 
-Dotty, bring up the information on Blacrium Metal-
<Yes Vy~> 
A panel of words and images appeared before Vy. As she read the information presented to her, Vy picked up one of the pieces for closer inspection. When she picked the piece up, more details about the piece she held was revealed. 
Dotty, on the other hand, remained silent, she walked across the table to where the snakes were and poked their scales. No matter what she did, the snakes did not budge. They remained coiled, snuggly tucking their heads within. 
-Dotty, we can make weapons out of these? How much are they worth?-
Dotty's ears twitched as she heard Vy's words. 
<We can, and they are currently worth about 10 Gold dragons in total>
"10 Gold Dragons?" Vy exclaimed in surprise, "If we made these into weapons, they would be worth a lot more! We need to look for a blacksmith."
Dotty shook her head.
<There's no use looking for a blacksmith>
"Why not?"
<Blacrium Metal can only be moulded and crafted through magic. It sounds easy, but it is pretty difficult. But…>
-But?- 
Dotty grinned. 
<You can learn how to do it!>
Vy was happy with that answer. With this unexpected gift, Vy was in a good mood. She quickly placed the metal pieces into her personal spatial inventory. As she was about to leave the room, Dotty called out to her from the table. 
<Wait! What about these snakes?>
Vy almost forgot about them. They were sleeping so soundly on the table in coils she had almost mistaken them for decoration. Walking back to the table, she placed her open palm near the snakes. Almost immediately, they slithered onto her arm and held onto her wrist. 
The guards greeted her as she came out. 
"Do you know where Caster is?" she asked. 
"Yes Milady, Commander Caster is currently in the courtyard." one of the guards replied. 
Vy simply nodded and made her way there. As she arrived, Caster was supervising the training of the guards. When he noticed Vy approached, he went up to her and saluted her. 
"Milady, how may I assist you?"
"Baron Koufer has paid his fine, so we can let him and Old Chon go," Vy said with a grin. 
Caster was taken aback. He had assumed that Vy would have wanted to keep the Baron here for a longer period of time. Especially after the assassination attempt. 
"But Milady, what about…" he could not resist letting it go. 
Vy stopped him before he could continue speaking, keeping the smile on her face. 
"Let's just say the little gift he had given us has more than made up for it. At the very least, it has put me in a good mood."Vy replied as she toyed with the snakes on her wrists as she spoke to Caster. 
"As you wish, Milady." Caster replied. Her orders were absolute. 
Vy nodded and left Caster to his duties. 
Vy headed to Rodrick's shop, seeking a book that would help her learn on how to mould the Blacrium Metal. As she opened the door to his store, the bell chimed and Rodrick quickly came out from behind the shop. 
"Vyrena! What a surprise!" Rodrick exclaimed with glee. 
Vy smiled, "It's been a while, Rodrick, how have you been?"
The two of them chatted for a bit before Vy explained why she had come to his store. 
"A book about Blacrium Metal? Hmm, that would be in the encyclopedia section…"
"Oh, I'm looking more of something that would teach me how to mould it or craft with it."
"Ah, good thing you clarified that. That would be in the Magic and Crafting section, so it should be…" Rodrick walked over to one of the bookshelves. 
Tracing titles on the shelves, he quickly found the book Vy required and handed it to her. It was a soft leather copy, with embossed lettering on it. While she flipped through the first book, Rodrick handed her a few more books. 
"There is more than one technique on how to mould the metal, so I think it would be good to get a reference from a few of these."
Bringing the books back to their house, Vy quickly headed into her study room and began to flip through the books. Dotty sat on her shoulder, ready for Vy to call upon her. While Dotty's help was useful in processing all the information in these books, Vy wanted to train herself to read and understand the material on her own too.
But, the books on Blacrium Metal were content heavy with lots of unfamiliar jargon. After trying for a period of time, Vy finally gave up and sought Dotty's help. Dotty giggled as she flew up and pat Vy on the head. 
<There there Vy! You did well! He he. Now let us get this knowledge out of the book and into your mind!>
Waving her hands over the first book, the pages glowed and flipped through swiftly. Almost instantly, the knowledge was etched into Vy's mind. 
<Book Title: Magic Metal Moulding>
<Information extraction completed!>
With one book completed, Vy prepped for the next book and Dotty worked her magic. 
<Book Title: Understanding Metals and their properties> 
<Information extraction completed!>
<Book Title: Metals with Magic properties>
<Information extraction completed!>
Within a matter of an hour, all five books that Vy had brought back were fully absorbed and in her mind. As she was taking some time to understand the material, Dotty's voice popped up in Vy's mind. 
<Vy! Since you have processed these books, you have unlocked a new ability! It's a little boring though~> Dotty said while sticking her tongue out. 


“Did you just reply me?”

“You can talk? You can converse with me?”

Vyrena was amazed. She knew from the memories of the host that this has never happened before. This was new.

-Why are you in my mind?-

-Adapt? Adapt to this new world?-

She pondered what that meant, but she had more pressing questions.

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Join Vyrena on her journey as she tries to figure out her mysterious past after transmigrating into a brand new world! She will make friends, enemies, gain new powers and become the greatest warrior she could ever be!

Will she find out who she was before? What will the new world bring? Join the journey and find out!

I hope you enjoy the story! If you love it or maybe not, give me some feedback in the comments or in a review! All feedback would be greatly appreciated~

Upload Schedule: Aiming for 1 to 2 chapter a day! *cross my fingers*

Word Count per chapter: 700 to 1,200 words

PS: The art work is designed by @lushiette on Instagram! Thank you for bringing my girl to life~

A huge thank you to everyone who supported me in posting my novel XD you know who you are~

Pulling the first drawer opened was rather anticlimactic and so was the next one and the one after that and the next one after that. After at least three empty wooden draws, Aileene could guess that this was the trend and not the outliner. And it really made her looting trip less rewarding, since she wasn't able to find anything of value. 

Though Aileene still pushed on opening all the drawers, but each one remained stubborn and empty. Seemingly only wanting to gift her a mouthful of dust and dirt. So through her allergic anguish, she could only hope that now with only one draw left, all her placed hope would redeem her sufferings. So when her anticipation was answered, she was rewarded with a book. An old, worn book, that was well loved and used. 

As she picked it up, she scanned its discolored cover. A coat of light green faded with time. Using her other hand to wipe off the dust that settled on its jacket, she cleared the cover to see the golden foiled title dimly shine with the help of the redden sunlight. 

'Fate of a Villainess' 

The title was stamped on the cover with fancy cursive letters and Aileene felt entranced, as she traced the words, pronouncing each character clearly on her tongue. It was a strange title and she immediately felt connected to it. Afterall it mentioned villainess, was it about her? But such a book she had never heard of it. There wasn't even an author that she could reference. 

Though before her imagination could run too far, the sky had finally darkened with the sun completely under the horizon. So Aileene decided it was time to leave the stuffy attic since the day was turning into night, she didn't exactly feel comfortable being in the dark. Holding the book close to her, she began shuffling out the small attic, closing the door behind her, she returned to her own room with the intention to start reading her newly found book there. 

❅

When she had finally returned to her room, she noticed a small meal placed on the single desk in her bedroom. Aileene sighed, she must have really lost track of her time and miss dinner. Her parents would have been so worried about her. Walking towards the desk, she set her book down, as she sat herself down on the chair. An encompassing sense of guilt filled her heart as she saw her parents thoughtfulness to her. 

Before the food could get colder, Aileene started eating her small meal,  promising to herself to make it up to her parents the next day. And so she swiftly finished her meal, content, and feeling well cherished. 

Pushing herself off of her seat, Aileene picked up her book again, after she had made sure to place her tray outside her room door for the servants to pick up. Plopping herself down on her soft bed, she set pillows behind her back for her to lean on. When she finally felt comfortable and warm, she cracked open the book. 

The first few pages were fairly normal, titles and indexes. It was just the boring starter to the book, so she barely even skimmed the pages, opting to just skip them entirely. Finally reaching the first page of the novel. Her eyes read the first chapter title, her mouth followed along, silently mouthing the words she read. Which was strange to say the least, since she had never done this before. But she herself hadn't thought much of it. 

'Fate Can Be Changed'

Moving on to the paragraphs below the lettering of the title, she started silently reading and absorbing each and every word. Her full attention was on the book and she immediately felt submerged in its world. 

'I've died. It was as simple as that, to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. To simply be the unlucky soul in a traffic accident. Something so normal and ordinary, something you wouldn't worry about, something like crossing the street. And so the drunk driver hit me, killing me on impact, and so my bright future disappeared. I was a young girl, barely 18. There were, of course, many things I regretted. 

But not long after that accident, I seemed to awake again. It was a miracle I had thought. Did I actually survive the accident? Well, I guess it was more complicated than that. I survived, but I wasn't me anymore. I now inhabited someone else body. 

Though that really wasn't the end of the story, that certain someone wasn't even a real people. I had somehow, magically escaped the inevitable tide of death and transmigrated into the body of a villainess in an otome game I played when I was alive!'

Wait, this meant that the main character in this story was from the real world. The world that she had heard so much about. The modern and advanced world that had truly real people. The world that made Vain. Aileene couldn't wrap her mind around this fact, how could a person from the real world suddenly become a game character? Wasn't that too unrealistic? 

Then again, if this book was merely a fantasy novel someone wrote. It really couldn't be from anyone in the world of Vain, afterall no one knew about otome games, not to mention that there was a real world that made these otome games. 

The last option was the world system, but it wasn't a stupid entity. So why would it leave random books that reveal the existence of otome games and the real world to NPCs that aren't meant to know. 

Shaking her head to clear her thoughts of confusion, Aileene decided to question things later. She should at least finish the book first. 

'This otome game in question was none other than Vain. And I was the infamous, Aileene Lovell!'

Aileene dropped the book in shock. It couldn't be? This book was about Vain, about her?

Vain, a new otome game pushed into the public, marketed a new type of experience. A self changing game with all decisions made by the player. 

Quests are unlocked by actions of the player, and the actions of the player, itself, are unlimited. Players are to type their own speech, dictate their own actions. Which in turn leaves the effect of the players actions unlimited. 

No endings are alike. 

No heroine are alike. 

All characters can change.

"Now let's see if what god said was true"
Said Asher whose expression finally changed for the first time since the day his childhood friend Was taken from him by his father
No longer with a stiff complexion Asher's face was like that of a child receiving a new toy, Asher started looking through the leather bound book
The book started with a simple explanation of what we call "magic" and how do we use it
Magic or Magia in the language of the gods is an all-encompassing source of mystical energy that exists infinite layers above the normal 4 dimensions (AKA: length, Width, height and time)
This source of energy can be harness by people who can use more than 10% of their brains, people who can harness this nigh-infinite energy can use it to manipulate, bend, circumvent and even violate the laws of reality without facing the consequences
Although magic is enigmatic it can be categorized into different principles depending on the way you use it, these principles are:
Mind 
Time
Matter (or states if you wanna sound knowledgeable)
Energy 
Space
Soul
Force
Entropy 
Order
Balance 
Performing magic requires you to be in complete balance with your surroundings
Since magic is present within every being dead or alive, intelligent or not to perform magic a person needs to focus and "feel" the magic within themselves and control those inner magic to reach out and bend the external magic present everywhere around you
Once you have a certain amount of magicol (magical energy) under your control the three most important factors in using magic come into play: calculations,comprehension and visualization
Calculations are very important because you have to calculate everything when it comes to magic from the amount of magicol you need to use to the effect, ramifications and efficiency of the spell everything needs to be precisely calculated or there will be dire consequences 
Comprehension is important because in order to bend one of the rules of reality you first need to understand it and all it's variant so that you know exactly what your spell need to do and how that spell does it
Visualization also important, because manipulating magical energy to achieve effects requires an insane amount of concentration, being able to visualize what your spell will do is essential for concentration 
This is why the minimum requirement to become a mage was that you have the attribute of intelligence above 5 and the conventional training for a magic caster is based on the goal of allowing them to use more then 10% of their brains, because if you can use more of your brain it doesn't matter if an opponent has higher intelligence than you, you're essentially untouchable to them in a magic fight 
(It's pretty strange for them to categorize time and space as two different things since according to Einstein's theory of relativity they're basically the same thing)
Remembering the countless hours he studied physics and theoretical science Asher thought
(Wait that gives me an idea)
A thought flashed through Asher's head giving him a great idea
He poured through the book about the two principles of space and time and using each as a reference point for the other he was able to gain a deep understanding of the two in only about 1/9 of the time normal people would have to study to do the same
(I knew it the principles of time and space have a lot of the same patterns that one needs to follow in order to use both)
(So by studying a little bit of both and using them to fill in on the missing details of the other gaining a high level of understanding for both is quite easy)
Branding what he learnt into his mind Asher decided to applied the same learning method to all the other principles
He used force,energy and matter as a reference point for each other, applied the principles of entropy to the principles of order and balance and finally use mind and soul to gain an understanding of them both too
And so what will normally take a few years to learn for even scholars, this 9 year old kid has learned in less than a few hours of reading
(Ok so I've learned the basics of magecraft now all I need is to practice)
"Now what else should I know?"
Putting the black leather book back to where he found it Asher thought on what he should read next
Exploring the seemingly endless isles of the library he took out whatever book that seems interesting to him
Going through them all he found nothing interesting just more information on the lore of Ziost, the different cultures of the world, and more studies on magic that were just more specific versions of the "ars magica" (Author: I've decided to not do any exposition on Ziost since there's already enough exposition in this novel and it would be more interesting to do some world-building on Ziost in later chapters anyway, nobody likes exposition)
Hours were spent looking and reading books and he still found nothing new until he came across another black book that was titled "do not read if you're not prepared"
As a person of endless curiosity the peculiar title was almost intoxicating to Asher
This new black book contained information on ritualistic magic or "edicts" if you like to use the mage's terms
Edicts are magic that cannot be performed normally and require a catalyst or multiple catalyst to perform, the effects of edicts varies but even the simplest ones are capable if infinitely violating the laws of conservation of mater and energy
The more powerful ones on the other hand can warp reality itself sometimes on a universal scale, cause a total event collapse and rip through the very fabric of existence 
Asher devoured every word and information the book showed him for some reason the things he found in there only made him want to learn more
Many known edicts were recorded in this book but the one that caught his attention the most was a spell called "the alignment of celestial links" which was said to be the most powerful edict ever performed and through all the history of Ziost only one person was able to successfully cast it
The requirements for this edict to be performed is:
"On the day every celestial bodies in the solar system perfectly aligned (which only happens once every 1000000 years) the ritual must be performed at the top of the tower of fate, on the throne of resolution with the piece of nothingness, the book of destiny, the sword of chaos, the all-seeing monolith, the overclock and the blood of the forerunners as catalysts"
If the edict is performed perfectly apparently the person who cast it will be granted one wish by god himself no matter how absurd or impossible the wish it
Apparently only one person has ever successfully performed this edict, and he did it three times using a combination of time-travel and planning ahead,but the book doesn't go into detail on who is that person or where did he came from, they just called him "the dark one", all it tells Asher is that this person has outsmarted the world three times
After memorizing every word Asher felt incomplete because he was still curious but the book had already ended
Deciding to end it here for today Asher left the library and went exploring the city before going back to the orphanage

A broody misanthropic teenager gets reincarnated in world where he can vent out all his hatred and frustration of his old life while simultaneously finding enjoyment in this new one, he will not be a hero or a villain because of his profound hatred for those concepts of mortality instead he’ll become a legend

After reading God's message, Sora felt like he got on a multi-level scam. He actually got forced to an experimental rebirth by a little girl then God forced an experimental application on him which he knows nothing about.

"Why am I so unlucky?" Sora grumbled.

"Haaaa. I can't even back out. I can only accept my fate. Yosh! Let's just do this! My only regret before my rebirth is dying a virigin! This time, I will live life with no regrets. If one wife is not enough, then I will get two! If two is not enough, then I will get three! If three is still not enough, then I will get all the beauties that I can! Laws? F*ck thr laws!! I already conquered heavens laws by undergoing rebirth! What's a little human law?? Laws are made to be broken by me, Sora!!! "

At this moment, Sora renewed his motivation by setting a lecherous goal.

"For now, let's just explore what this Experimental App does."

Sora opened the already installed Experimental Application on his phone. 

'Welcome to the Experimental Application (Beta)' 

After the app loaded, Sora saw an interface with different tabs.

"The interface is quite simple. Let's see... Profile, Equipments, Skills, Quest Board, Inventory, Gacha... What's with these game-like features?"

Sora was surprised about the game-like features of the app. He clicked the profile tab and rows of information was displayed.

"Name: Sora Tsukishima
 Gender: Male
 Age: 18
 Race: @£#&£##
 Physique: 5 (Weak as a elementary school kid) 
 Fortitude: 6 (Even elementary school kid is higher than this) 
 Soul: 5 (Sealed) 
 Title: Ultimate Loser
 Remarks: Weakest Human this system has ever seen"

Sora's eyebrows twitched. He threw his phone in anger. Fortunately, it landed on the bed. Sora pointed at his phone and roared,

"WHAT THE F*CK IS WRONG THIS APP!! ITS INSULTING ME!!"

What the app said is quite accurate though. Even though Sora has a girlfriend, he mostly work part-time jobs after school to buy his needs and to satisfy his girlfriend's wiles. This lasts until 3am. At 8am, he attends school until 5pm and goes back to work again after school. Because of this crazy lifestyle, his life was exhausted fast. But the app is quite harsh in labelling him as trash human and a loser. He didn't mind the ultimate loser title because he really felt like a loser for falling in love for a girl like Rica.

"Haaa. I don't get this. Weakest human? Am I really? Haaa. Nevermind." Sora wanted to exit the profile tab but before he could, something caught his eye. 

'Race: @£#&£##
 Soul: 5 (Sealed)' 

"Huh? My race is not understandable? Am I not human? But thinking again, I already underwent rebirth. I guess I'm not human anymore. And why is my soul marked as sealed? What does this even mean? Haaa. Nevermind. No one's gonna answer my question. I will exhaust my life just thinking about it."

Sora's has so many questions but no one's got the answer. He decided to just unravel the answer as he continues to explore the app. He exited the profile tab and pressed the Equipments tab. 

"Equipments:
-Stinky Common Shirt (F)
~ No effect

-Stinky Common Pants (F)
 ~ No effect

 - Battered Counterfeit Nike Shoes (F)
  ~ No effect

 Equipment Remarks: Poor as f*ck"

"I'M SORRY FOR BEING POOR!!" Sora wanted to cry. This app's remarks are too much. Its true though.

Sora sighed. He exited the Equipments tab and opened the Skills tab.

"PHYSICAL
-Driving: 30 (Good) 

 MENTAL
-Academics: 20 (Quite Smart) 

 SOUL
-"

"I only have 2 skills? Hmmm. I think I got this driving skill from my part-time job. Delivery service is quite useful."

Sora exited the Skills tab. He ignored the Chat tab for now and entered the Inventory tab. This inventory is quite big with 20 slots and there is only one slot used. Sora clicked the only item in the inventory and a window opened;

"Premium Gacha Ticket x2: Used in spinning Premium Gacha. Welcome gift"

"What a stingy welcome gift. Hmm... Can this inventory store things from the outside? Let's try..."

Sora picked up a book and stood there in a daze.

"How am I going to store this?" Sora thought. Sora looked up the Inventory interface and found nothing that can store items.

"I'll just try anything. Store!"

'TRING' A notification sound out from Sora's phone. A window opened up over the inventory interface.

'Stored nothing. Nothing was detected on the camera's lens.'

"Hmm?? So I need to put the item I want to store under the camera's lenses. Okay. Let's try this."

Sora put the book on the bed. He focused the camera's lens over the book like he is taking a picture of the book and said, "Store".

The book emits a bright light. The book was converted to particles of light and sucked unto his phone.

"Storage Successfull. Stored Precalculus Book x1".

"Whoa!! It worked! It really stored the book!!"

The book was stored on the app's inventory. Sora clicked the book's icon in his inventory and a window popped up.

'Precalculus Book x1: Precalculus reference book for senior high school.'

The window has the name and the description of the book. At bottom-center part of the window is a line button, 'Withdraw'. Sora clicked the withdraw button and another window popped up.

'Do you wish to withdraw this item? Yes or No?'

There is no button for Yes or No so Sora just mumbled Yes. A light was emitted from the camera's lens and the book appeared. Its appearance the same as before he stored it.

"Whoa. Cool. Hmm... Does time stop inside the inventory? I'll just explore the other of functions of the inventory later. I'll just try the other tabs first."

Sora exited the Inventory tab and opened the Gacha tab. There are two windows on the Gacha tab. Normal Gacha and Premium Gacha. 

Sora opened the Normal Gacha window first. The interface looks like a vending machine with different items inside. There are equipments, skill books and other items like pills and real money. The jackpot prize is a B-grade skillbook with a name 'Basics of Magic'.

"Basics of Magi... MAGIC!!?? IT EXISTS!?? SERIOUSLY!?"

Sora cannot contain his excitement. He clicked the Basics of Magic book and its description showed up.

'Basics of Magic: Introduction of how to use magic. B-grade skillbook despite being the basics because it was lost in time. After learning, it will create a Mana tab in profile and Magic tab in Skills.'

An otaku is being bullied in school. He got NTRed by the school bully. When walking the streets, he saved a 5-year old kid and got hit by truck-kun. And then he died... Did he?

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Heroism, mainly a form of reverence towards an individual who is celebrated by people for a sort of achievement that extends between military conquests, saving lives, and living by a personal code of honor. Such people would be much appreciated in a time of mayhem and disaster such as the current times in Hammerfell. The rise of the Order of the Black Worm was an opportunity for such heroes to start appearing and bring about peace and order.

Earlier this morning, Governor Kareem gathered a thousand Warrior in the garden of his palace and spoke of what lies in front of him. He gathered them in his garden, offered them food and drink, invited every bard and muse in the isle, and stood on a balcony overlooking the island with Faten beside him and a tall mage in and Ebony plate standing behind him.

"O men, it has been two days since we ended the bitter siege. With your struggle we persisted, and to your honor we drink. Thanks to Master Mage Krilon, who came to us in the hour of need, we lived to see another day.

Thanks to that, I spared no effort and pushed forward for a hasty but satisfying wedding. While I was acting the groom, the good news reached me that you rooted out all the Necromancers in Stros M'kai with Master Krilon.

You are victorious, you deserve the rewards and the rest… but you haven't achieved much. Our trials have just begun."

Kareem picked the sword on his hip and rested it on the baluster of the balcony.

{You are taking the right choice.} The voice of his family's guardian, Prince A'tor, echoed in his head.

Kareem looked forward and saw the men staring at him with wills of steel. He assured himself and proudly spoke.

"Our duty is not over! Stros M'kai may have survived but other places are still fighting. A thousand Hunding Chargers may not be enough to save every part in Hammerfell but let's be a welcome change for the good, for the better, and victory over the dread lords.

If we won and the whole Hammerfell was swallowed by the dead, we achieved no victory. Under that grim pale sky, we achieved no victory.

O men, remember the words of our brightest ancestor, Frandar Hunding; 'Be resolute, fear no sacrifice and surmount every difficulty to win victory'. And this is the way we fight.

Our ships are strong, our arrows are swift, are blades are sharp, our steeds are fast; and as a blessing from Hunding, the [Soul Sword] of Prince A'tor returned to us, we even have a Master Wizard on our side… what more do we need? Tell me what more do we need?"

Kareem spoke to them and every warrior howled raising their swords and shouting with him. Among his chargers, this young Governor was surely popular. For one final motivation, Kareem drew the [Soul Sword] lifting it up.

"Raise our banner high! The times of noble deeds are upon us!"

And the banner of Stros M'kai was raised. It was a sword pointing down and a crown over it all on a circle of swords. This sword is a reference to the [Soul Sword], the crown is a reference to the Crowns faction, and the circle of swords is a reference to the [Book of Circles] written by Frandar Hunding, the most accomplished Sword Master in History.

Jon watched from behind Kareem until he was satisfied with the reaction of the warriors, he felt like going back to Winterhold and going on a few marches and training sessions with his Dare Troopers. Those rascals must be growing fat now that he has been away for almost a year.

Jon walked away and arrived at the corner of the garden where his group was gathered. Beth, previously called little Boethiah, was telling some sort of a story to the others grasping their attention.

"What are you babbling about?" Jon asked.

"She is telling us the story of how you got the name Dare." Mirren said.

"Ah! The good old times." Jon smiled.

Jon was about to join the gathering but he was called.

"Master Krilon." 

Looking back, it was Kareem and Faten.

"Governor! Lady Faten! How can I help you?" Jon stood up.

"We would like to thank you again for assisting us three times already. We are looking forward to our cooperation in the next campaign." Faten said.

"You are welcome, my lady." Jon thanked her.

Jon has helped Stros M'kai three times indeed, first with the Siege, then with rooting out the Necromancers, then with getting rid of the gigantic corpse of the Flesh Atronach earlier this morning. He even gifted a suit of armor to Kareem as a gift for his wedding, one of the best joint works between Wulfur's smithing and Jon's enchanting.

"We do not have anything to reward you with Master Krilon so please, accept this gift from my household." Kareem said as four servants came while carrying a large object.

It was a large book gilded cover and a fancy texture with a title saying [The Book of Circles by Frandar Hunding].

"The is the full version of the Book of Circles that was owned by my family's line of Governors since the ages of Tiber Septim and ancestors Cyrus and Iszara. I have heard that Master Krilon is not just a Mage but also a swordsman so I am gifting this hoping it would be of use." Kareem said.

Jon and his group got their eyes open wide after seeing the book, not for its gilded cover of a catchy name but for its true value. For Jon as a collector, he surely has a version of the book of circles but to get the full version. That's a one in a lifetime opportunity.

The Book of Circles was written by Frandar Hunding in order to pass on his life long insights and knowledge. For Redguards, it is an enormous part of their culture and everyday life. Each household in Hammerfell has an alcove by its hearth just big enough to hold a copy of the Book of Circles in honor of Hunding.

Here is the fun part. The book is regarded as the encyclopedia of Swordsmanship as it contains thirty-eight grips, seven hundred and fifty offensive and eighteen hundred defensive positions, and nearly nine thousand moves essential to sword mastery.

Jon walked over to the book and smiled not waiting to carry it.

"This version was copied by Cyrus himself among many other copies. One of them was gifted to Tiber Septim and another was kept here. It was a tradition that every Governor who rules Stros M'kai would make a copy by his own hand to prove the willpower of leadership." Kareem said.

"It is priceless." Jon said.

"Well, it is supposed to be priceless but no one really was able to open it…" Kareem started explaining something but Jon paid no heed.

He was excited for such a rare thing to be added in his collection so he extended his hands about to touch the cover but as soon as he did, everything around him darkened.

It was pitch-black, cold and bone shivering.

Jon looked around him as he felt an unfathomable presence gaze down at him.

He felt weak… weak like an insect.

It was all too sudden, Jon Dare who never knew fear felt his soul shaking and his cold sweat making everything on him wet.

It was dark but all of a sudden… fire! Fire was everywhere.

The whole darkness was burning and he felt more fear than before as if this flame will consume him Firemane or not.

His throat became dry from the heat of the fires but his sweat was still cold.

Then it appeared. It showed its face to him. From the darkness, a colossal creature emerged swaggering in its red scales, in its strong body, in its overbearing aura.

A Dragon.

The Dragon looked down on Jon. Jon felt weak for the first time in years. Helpless, fearful, pressured… but he didn't panic.

He looked up at the dragon eye to eye and as if the latter was saying "How Dare you look at me?", Jon became blinded with anger. It was then when he let loose of his frightening Tyrannical Aura.

*Shatter*

And the whole darkness shattered.

There was no darkness, no fires, no dragon.

It was just Jon in the Garden of the Palace with everything around him as it was. The only difference is, he was the center of all attention for some reason.

He looked around as the others were eyeing him with strange eyes but not exactly him, it was his direction. But no one is around him.

"Wow, did you feel that?" Faten was the first to speak.

"Yes." Kareem nodded, "For a second, it felt like we were back at the final hour of the siege all over again."

Jon looked around him and felt the strange phenomenon, all were speaking about something as if they were back in some sort of a fight or something.

It took them a few seconds after they realized it was just their imagination.

"Anyway, I was saying that no one could open this book. They say its cover was crafted from the scales of the Dragon that Cyrus slew under this very palace…" 

"Nafaalilargus." Jon muttered.

"Yes, that's the name of the Dragon. The important thing is…" Kareem tried to continue his fervent speech but Faten cut in.

"Kareem."

"Yes."

"Look."

She pointed towards Jon's hand where he was touching the book. Both Jon and Kareem, as well as the ones around, looked to see that Jon has already opened the cover which was known that no one has ever opened it.

Kareem's jaw dropped.

For eight centuries, this book was never opened and those who tried to open it were all left with trauma for days until they forgot about it. It was a treasure and an item of legacy but it also was foretold that the ones who open that book are the ones who are acknowledged by it.

It was a shock for Kareem as his ancestors had already given up about the book and considered it something akin to a sword stuck in stone but no one actually did it… until someone did it.

Jon, on the other hand, was taken aback by the book itself. Its cover was made of the scales of Nafaalilargus, the Imperial Dragon of Tiber Septim.

Nafaalilargus, whose real name is Nahfahlaar, was was a red dragon who often allied with mortals for his own protection such as King Casimir II, the Dragonguard on two different occasions, and lastly Emperor Tiber Septim when Nafaalilargus started working as a mercenary dragon in the employ of Tiber Septim during the conquest of Tamriel.

Nafaalilargus was a proud soldier and a loyal vassal, causing him to be considered "a jewel of the Imperial crown". He is the very same dragon that is decorating the symbol of the mightiest Empire in the World.

Nafaalilargus was killed by Cyrus eight centuries ago but as no Dragonborn was its slayer, Nafaalilargus is not really dead.

Jon felt like his second (technically third) visit to Hammerfell was becoming more thrilling than he had ever thought. A book of Swordsmanship covered by the scales of a Dragon, now that manly book felt like something that can buff anyone with Testosterone to the point where Mirren may actually grow chest hair.

Jon accepted the gift knowing this will add some more fun twists to his Fate.

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Later that day, the ships of Port Hunding were packed with a thousand charger and their horses.

Jon was on the Flagship of the Governor of Stros M'kai reading from the first pages of [Cyrus' Book of Circles]. Enthralled by the refined text and the original insights of Frandar Hunding while feeling the texture of the Dragonscale over the cover, Jon felt like reading the best book ever.

This book was big. Not just in size but its content was written in a very small text to just to fit the whole insights in. It is said that the Way of the Sword, the Art of Sword-Singing was lost after the Redguard abandoned this book. It returned back overtime but Jon wasn't interested in the concept of the Sword-Singing in general but rather the Archetype of the Swordsman.

He read and read without realizing the time. He also didn't realize that his hunger for power grew another fold.

Lately, Jon was stuck in the Early Flame Dragon Heart Stage in his training ever since he left Morrowind. After coming face to face with the remnants of the Dragon Soul stuck in the cover of the book, Jon regained his feeling of being weak once again and he started meditating without realizing. He was breaking free from the bottleneck.

Meanwhile, Beth was sleeping not too far away from him. She shut her eyes tightly and saw a dream.

A Spear, Three Swords, a Ship with Red Sails. She saw two men fighting in the desert each was on the brink of falling apart. One was carrying a spear with the shape of a cobra to its blade and his limbs were all broken, the other was carrying a sickle sword and protecting someone. It didn't feel like Hammerfell but the man with the spear was definitely Zain judging by his [Serpent Spear], the other man looked out of place.

She saw the demise of Zain on the hands of a complete stranger.

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In his past life, [Jon Dare] was your everyday 25 years old who has a few money and a lot of dreams but his life changed or rather ended when he played the new release of [TESV: Skyrim Full Dive Virtual Reality] with the FDVR Technology. He overloaded his game with mods to the point of his brain getting fried.

When he opened his eyes once again, he found himself in [Honorhall Orphanage] in the city of [Riften]. He was reincarnated in his favorite game 19 years before the start of the game’s events.

Armed with knowledge about the future, unrivaled talent in all sorts of Magic and the power of the Voice, overpowered dark elf adoptive mother, girlfriends and a cat, the Nord kid will set out from Riften to find himself becoming a hero way before the start of the actual game events.

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I shivered from the cold.  My hands were blue.  I lay curled up in a ball in the darkness.

"It's just a game to you, isn't it?" I heard someone say.  "You could have gone to the cup and warned them.  You could have had Hoopy directly apparate them out.  You could have prevented the whole thing."

I shake my head weakly.  "If not them, there would have just been another victim.  Then I'd just need another reset to plan.  It isn't so easy to change the big things," I said shivering from the ground.

"There's always an excuse.  How much more time can you afford to waste before you realize the truth," the figure said approaching me.

I looked into Peabody's face, his skull half-rotten with teeth poking out from the broken skin.  "You're just a coward.  You stole my body, and you're just a bloody coward."

I awoke in the Room of Requirement with a start.  The cold was real.  I shivered slightly from the chill and from pain.  I looked up to see the serpent pedestal.

A crack ran down the length of the serpent's body where golden liquid leaked like a grievous wound.  Over half of the snake's scales once fully luminous were now gradually becoming dull.

"No, no, no," I cried out crawling to the pedestal, attempting to stop the golden liquid leaking from the crack in the serpent's body.

My mind raced to recall the events.  My ambush of the death eaters seemed to succeed.  I rescued the two sisters.  The response of the aurors was faster than I anticipated.  They managed to catch me, and then...

There was the sound.  The rasping.  The creature reached from the water and pulled me to another place.  My memories after that were a frantic mess.

I watched powerlessly as the dripping of the golden fluid gradually stopped.  Well over half of the scales were now dull.  

The pain had never followed me through a reset.  I'd never faced such a creature before.

Seeing the cracked body of the serpent and that the bleeding had ceased I numbly stood and exited the room.  I paced outside the door.  "Show me books about creatures like dementors appearing in the water," I said.

I entered the room to find a single battered manuscript lying on the floor.  It appeared to be handwritten.  The title read "The Strange Tale of Olivia Stone."

Asking for a sofa, I sat my aching body down and began to read.  Olivia Stone was a woman that appeared suddenly in the early 1900's claiming to come from the future.  She mentioned an accident with an item called a time-turner that had catapulted her far into the past.

I skipped through the book as it mentioned she settled down and attempted to lead a normal life.  She had no identity or money, but several magicals in the community where she appeared donated her a home and material things to help her start a new life.   

After several months, her sanity turned brittle.  She mentioned strange creatures stalking her at every turn.  Creatures that only she could see.  She claimed they appeared in reflections.  Soon after she was found drowned in a pond near her home.

A photograph fell out of the book stuck between the pages.  It was a black and white picture of writing on a wall.  The standard crazy person writing.  It said, "If you can see them, they can see you."

The book was handwritten and very well may have never been published.  It was written as if someone visited the village and interviewed the people living there.  The woman was left a mystery, with no real record of the beginning of her existence, but only of the end.

I did know at least that if the claims of the dates in the book were true, the woman knew about the existence of time-turners before they were even invented.  

I exited the room again, pacing back and forth and repeating the process as I tried various topics.  I focused on reflection as doorways.

Many cultures considered reflections or even mirrors as portals to other places including the spirit world.  This was actually fairly common in divination and scrying using water as a window to another place.  Some ancient rituals claimed to summon the deceased through such reflections.

I sat in a constructed library within the Room of Requirement staring numbly at the remaining scales of the serpent.  
 
If Olivia truly was a time traveler as she claimed, there was already a common link between us.  I was reminded of a term distantly from my past from before.  Time wraith.

There were various explanations on magical time travel, and how you couldn't create a paradox because if you did you would just be smashed out of existence.  It was nature's book-keeping, keeping the ledger balanced.  But then there was me.

Half-assedly gallivanting through time-loops.  It seemed impossible, but I was in Harry Potter.  Not even just that, an AU Hary Potter.  I was pretty much passed impossible.  Nature very well may have a natural defense against people screwing with time.

In the other place, my wand appeared as a unicorn horn, a symbol of its core.  My body appeared as different colored lights.  Within the lights there was a snake.

It only made sense that the pedestal and I shared a connection.  When I first touched it, the serpent seemed to bite my hand, and it drew blood.  Blood was old magic and always powerful.  I wasn't aware of a physical connection, but there very well may be a spiritual one.

Or maybe I was going in the utterly wrong direction, and it was not the spirit realm, but magic itself that I saw.  The wraith could be a completely magical construct, and the lights I saw were the representation of my own magic.

I shook my head.  I was just blindly speculating.  The pedestal itself was a mystery with seemingly no record in existence other than its reference to Ouroboros.  I knew the image seemed to originate in Egypt, but in all of my research, I found no signs of the pedestal's origin among the magicals there.

Seeing as how the artifact created time loops, the imagery could be just that.  A symbolic reference to eternity.

I shook my head.  I would worry about it later.  The chill finally left my body.  I still felt an ache in my bones, though.  It had also been several hours since I'd last eaten.

So far the only thing I knew was, the serpent was damaged, and the wraiths seemed to be able to find me through reflections.  Thinking back to the times I heard the rasping sound, the first time was in the car.  Whether it was the windows or the bottle of coke I was drinking, the sound appeared.  The second was when I was drinking coffee from a tin when I was hovering on my broom.  The final time was when it appeared from the stream where I crashed.

If that was the case, how in the hell was I going to drink water?  Or pee?  Or take a shower?  They seemed to find Olivia fairly quickly.  Yet I had been looping for years.  Perhaps the nature of the resets themselves confused them.  

Not to mention that the timing seemed sporadic.  There were a few months from the first incident in the car while the next two happened practically back to back.  

Maybe it was only the one that caught my scent. 

I shuddered.  There was only one way to find out.

"Hoopy," I said.

With a pop my house-elf appeared.  "Ohhhh, maasssssster.  Where did Peabody go?  Hoopy thoughts master dead."

I nodded tiredly.  "I know Hoopy.  It's just been a few hours though.  I'm sure the teachers must have panicked when I missed the train."

"But the mean aurors surrounded you, and then you were go-"

I froze.  I was out of my chair and grasping the house-elf by the shoulders.  "Hoopy, what did you say?  What are you talking about?"

"The night of the World Cup.  Master was gone.  And then, and then, I waited and waited," the house-elf went on again breaking down into tears.

I felt dizzy for a moment, catching my self on the conjured rug of the Room of Requirement.  I reset.  I appeared in the room in front of the pedestal.  Hoopy couldn't remember, unless.

Unless the reset shifted.

"How long was I gone, Hoopy?  What day is it?"

"It's Monday, sir."  

"No Hoopy, how long have I been missing?"

Hoopy large glistening eyes bore into my own, looking confused.  "It's been three years, sir.  And sir is still so very tiny," he said blubbering and blowing his nose on his pillowcase.

I settled back on the floor.  "Well, fuck."

(Dropped) A guy finds himself in Harry Potter, but it isn't quite the world he remembers from the books.  Girl-who-lived?  Living parents?  Non-fugly Voldemort?  Even with more retries than Bill Murray and Tom Cruise combined, can he figure out the perfect run?
Edit:  I intended for this story to be 80% action and 20% comedy.  Instead, it's 20% action, 30% angst, 5% comedy and 45% plot holes.

1 Year later

After a year had past living in the house inside the forest far away from the Corpolla Village, Luke only know how to talk and stand to his crib.


Luke is starting to talk and understand their language because when he reincarnated he can't understand even an single language their talking, When he is alone he read the book that leave by his mother, When she leave her an book because he requested he starting to learn about the world. 

("Hmmm, no one watching me right?")

His looking around to know that no one watching him, Luke face is suddenly pale if their learn their son is some what special had so he is doing secretly learning to use magic in this world. The book her mother leave to him is the book that had lot of magic incantations because he is so happy to see it when he is a baby her mother leave it to him when they doing some chores. 

He raised his hand to try the magic that he read in the book, to create an wind to float in the air. He concentrated sitting to imagine how the bird fly and the airplane fly up the sky. When he imagine it he floating the sky. 

"Woaahhh, this is some how fun, Hahaha"

He remember a movie that a man of steel for a reference flying up the sky he is copying him like a superhero in that movie. 

"Hmmmmm, This is surprisingly easy to what i think but what is this word, En te Fle"

He reading an incantations how to use magic but he didn't understand what is that meaning. He only imagine how to fly in the sky. He didn't understand the incantation he just think this is only nuisance for casting an magic. He landed sitting in his crib while he get bored flying. 

("I remember what are the blessing that their giving me when they reincarnated me")

Suddenly some paper that appear in the thin air, its like an envelope that drop to his front.

"Ehhh, What is this?"

Luke was surprised that a envelope appear to his front when he get the letter, He check the back of the envelope its say that it come from Goddess Lotty. 

"Is she watching me?"

He is wondering that he is been watch by her because it appear to him right the time he want to know about it. When he open the envelope the letter is appear to his eyes he grab it and read it. its only written to it is "Appear Status". 

"Is that all?"

Luke face was wondering why the paper is so big but the written on it is only that. He think that is s messing with him. 

"No one will lost I'd try, Appear Status"

An Blurry Square appear to his eyes. He looking to his status that appear to his eyes but when he see what is inside to it is. 

(Status)
Name: Luke Borg
Race: Human

Health Point: 200/200
Mana Point: 999999/999999

/mana is use for magic cause if you use to much of your mana, you fainted, or have fatigued/ 

"What is this Incredibly and amusing number?"
Luke is surprised that he had an maximum mana points to him. He is wondering is this one of the blessings.

Skills and abilities
Crafting S rank
Swordmanship S rank
Archery S rank
Smithing S Rank
Hand to hand combat S rank

Skill: Creation Magic S
Skill: Eye of truth S
Skill: Enchanting S

"Is this they called Cheat Level Skill Right?"

Luke expression and reaction was so pale and surprised what he is seeing in front of his eyes. He just had smug to his face that he didn't see anything. His eyes was blank to not read it again. He hold his face to wake up from the dream but its a reality. 

Resistance: All negative Status Resistance

MP regeneration 100/s

"This Status is look Normal i  had an All Negative Status Resistance and regenaration"
 
Luke just so relief that he had an normal status to him.


Title: Sage; Hero; Demon Lord; Enchanter Master; Sword Saint; Master Archer, Wizard King.
Note by Lotty;
(Good luck and have fun (^_-) )

"What is this extravagant Title? and look dangerous"


Luke face is sweating because of what he see, He turn of the status to disappear for a moment and open it again if their is mistake to his status.

"OH GOD, this is bad if someone figure this it will be my life ruined and will be someone will be force me to join in the war or make me slave again like in my previous world"

He though that someone as him will be force to go in the war, work as hard or be an incredibly use from political reason. He imagine what he will end up. 

"No, maybe not that bad to have an harem to myself because of it. but if someone is strong as mine and i had an memory to my past life it will end up ill treat as a subjugation monster or a demon king to kill"

He though an idea how to hid it, he created an skill that hide his skill because he can use an creation magic it can be possible to create an different skill to him to hide it or fake it.

"Its Done"

After an minute that he though an fake status to him when someone had an observation skill luke him they will see an skill that he create, 

Interference Skill: Fake Status

Name: Luke Borg
Race:Human

HP 10/10
MP 50/50

Archery D
Swordmanship D
Hand to Hand Combat D
Storage D
Elemental Magic D
Cultivating F
Trap F
Craftsman D 

Title: Farmer, Smiths, Merchant, Martial Artist

After he done checking his fake status he fall sleep in his crib, while he is sleeping he is sleeping and dreaming about an happy dream that he desire to had an girlfriend. 

"Luke are you?---"
"Shhhh"

His mother is holding him when he sleeping, she is carrying him to go to their room to rest there. 
 
"He looks cute when he sleeping..."
"Yeah"

While their drilling about the sleeping face of Luke, he is dreaming about the certain scene from his pervious, He dreami about the moments when he is living in that, he is watching an anime character from the past while he is watching to the television, the world his in was perish the light that egulf the world is destroyed then his previous world. He see an people burn alive, then bone is crumbling. The fact that then world is in right now is his present world, He wake up in from slumber.


"Guaaaaah, What was that....."

He see the world his in is peaceful, the sun is shown and the bird was chirping. Luke is breathing heavily that he is scared about the dreams he had. 

"What was that dream?..."

He just realize that he been reincarnated so its impossible that he will be in that world. That is bad dreams for him suddenly so his face was so scared but he calm down. He realize that he still a baby. 

"Maybe just i was just thinking so much because of my status."


Luke realize his magical power and combat ability is dangerous but when he realize that he can help people from that power. He will not hesitate to use it to save someone but for that to happen he need to learn more and practice how to use it.


"If i need to learn how to use magic here, and more magic to save someone in need its need lot of practice and how to hide it to someone"

He is thinking that hardly that he can only use it for an emergency but first thinking about their situation. 

"Luke are you awake..."

Luke just laughing like he an baby to because he didn't want to know about what he is doing. He smell his father is stink that he didn't wash his body full of sweat.

"Mother is doing chores again that he is been cooking and cleaning, my house is so small and don't have an privacy to learn magic"

He is thinking first he need to help his parents to had and taking care of themself their look exhaust lifting and doing chores but if he want to help him he need an to learn how to walk and speak properly first. He realize that he also need some privacy also for them that he didn't hear their night activities always because of that he can't sleep also because of their noise. 

"Their loud after all even we are still far away from the village, I'm also here"

Luke expression is suddenly serious when he think about that. He had no experience in romance in his previous life so he envy his father that he had a wife so beautiful. 

"This lucky bastard he always pick me to sleep early because he want to be alone to mother"

He is looking his father like he disgusted to him. His father was expression had (?) to his face that he is looking at him like an insect.

"Cute Luke, I love you"
"Baaaah, Bahhh(Bastard don't hug me tightly)

Luke is squashed like an doll by his father because he look him down.

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New World New Life

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Distorted world: re-written fate

God's Experimental Application

Dragonborn Saga

Ouroboros (Harry Potter)

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