Self-insert hero with ridiculous power, looks and charm?

Check.

Broken world that's ripe with evil villains in need of being brought to justice?

Check.

Beautiful and caring shield maiden companion? 

Double check.

Mason was no stranger to escaping into his trope heavy fantasy world, but he never could have expected that one of his characters would show up in his apartment...

Life's definitely not a fantasy, but what happens when a fantasy shows up in life?

Love is strong and unbreakable, until it is not. How did she go from a love so deep she could feel it in her bones, to nothing. And now she is stuck in a marriage she does not even want. But did this all happen? What can she do to make it right.

The story that I am about to tell is true for I have lived a different life in another world and when I passed; I was returned home. Nothing had changed and no one had noticed that I was gone, but the memories were clear as day and I decided to record my story in a memoir. 

I've always wanted to be a writer but I always had trouble finishing writing a story or finding any inspiration or even have a clear idea on what to write. But what had happened to me may have been a dream or a very strong imagination; the memories remained and it's a story that I wish to tell. 

I guess I will call this work a fairy tale, a work of fiction and fantasy. I felt like Alice going down the rabbit hole but instead of Wonderland; I end up in a place like Narnia meets Westros. 

Instead of normal chapters I will be writing this memoir in episodes almost like a TV series but from my point of view. I have a habit of being detailed, it might be boring, but it's the way I write. 

I hope my memoir tells my story well for this is a door to another world... 

Do you dare open and enter?

All who love stories; come and gather round, and I shall tell you a story. 

You hold in your hands a door to another world...Do you dare open and enter? 

Come...The story is about to begin!
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I wrote this story on a whim and a moment of epiphany as an Original of my own...

TRIGGER WARNING: RAPE!!!
There will be scenes, mentions and attempts at rape; I would like to *apologize* beforehand for *any mental/emotional triggers*!
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The story that I am about to tell is true for I have lived a different life in another dimension and when I passed; I was returned home. Nothing had changed and no one had noticed I had been gone for years since nothing had changed; it was as if I had just woken from sleep, the memories were still clear as day and I decided to record my story in a memoir.

I've always wanted to be a writer but I always had trouble finishing a story or finding any inspiration or even have a clear idea on what to write. But what had happened to me may have been a dream or a very strong imagination and it's a story that I wish to tell.

I felt like Alice going down the rabbit hole but with a twist; a new life, my memories blank, a new form, etc. Things I learned, things I've done and everything that has happened; it still is strange.

I've read such stories before but none of the main characters ever had a physical makeover like I did. I think that makes my story different; mine is a memoir as I've lived through it and still remember every detail.

Call me crazy as you read my story...a story written by a mad woman. But give my story a chance to be read before judging it or discard it.

A X-Over Fanfic Memoir 

Imagine your-self reborn into another dimension...What kind of life would you live, the adventures and love you find along the way?

(TRIGGER WARNING: RAPE!!!
There will be scenes, mentions and attempts at rape; I would like to *apologize* beforehand for *any mental/emotional triggers*!)

The Kid wonder lawyer knew the judge is a a close pal of SAN Terror and that this case was brought specially before him so That SAN Terror will be given unfair advantage over him, and he came prepared to turn the apple cart and cause uproar that its effect will not die in the city for a long time, especially now that they are moving into the city's election year.
    He turned to the judge and said I do not wish to start this defence cross examining my client, can I please call on her perceived victim? The judge said, "Call him but do quickly because of time" Richie was wheeled to the witness stand and placed on oath and the cross examination started. One thing that the kid wonder lawyer is thanking God for is that Richie's tongue was not affected by the paralysis, he can talk clearly. 
    So he faced him and asked, "I learnt that you used to have a memoir, can you recognised it if you see it? Richie was shocked because he did not know that Tolu took the memoir with her, and before he would answer he tried to turn to look for help from SAN Terror to silence this route of questioning but his paralytic body betrayed him and the judge compelled him to answer, but before he would answered the women who remembered what was read in the morning from his memoir began to murmur knowing he did not want more part of that memoir read. 
     since the judge compelled him to answer he said yes, and the kid wonder lawyer gave the memoir to him to verify if it is his own, he verified that it is. Then the kid wonder lawyer opened to a page and said my Lord I want to read  two places from this memoir so that you will see that this memoir that the prosecuting lawyer had called harmless all morning is a bomb that no lady in her right since will see and not run for her dear life. 
The judge said he should go on, so he turned to the page and read, " Today tenth of May I proved again that with a little charm any woman on earth can become a toy in a man's hand, with a wink of my eyes I moved the the simpleton away from her husband, and right there on their matrimonial bed I had her with her husband attending to guests in their garden. And what a secret she revealed in her bid to keep my service, no one will know that as handsome as our mayor is he is nothing but a paper horse that can't serviced his beautiful wife!
     The court exploded when they heard that he wrote this about the Mayor and his wife, more so this was read to face slap the Mayor who was sitting with his wife in this hearing! The Mayor stood up in shock but his wife could not, she slumped in guilt and it showed clearly by her action to all the people watching her that Richie had her. The noise this time was deafening that the judge was forced to put the court on recess! He asked both SAN Terror and The kid wonder lawyer to meet him in his office. He knew that this young lawyer is doing this on purpose and he is out to cause trouble in the land. As they moved into the office he was thinking of what he can do to stop this kid, but he remembered he is having the backing of Sir Boripe, the richest man in the nation and a childhood bosom friend of the President of the nation and also a class mate of the present chief judge of the whole nation, with this knowledge he knew he must be cautious in the way he will handle this young lawyer. He was also of the opinion that SAN Terror should have objected when he wanted to read that memoir and he would have stopped him. SAN Terror on his own too knew if he tried to stop him from reading from that memoir the public opinion will be raised against his case and he may loose the emotional sentiment that he has gained. More so he did not envisage that such a thing can be in the memoir and that this evil baby lawyer will dare to read it out.
     Now he knew this boy is a very dangerous guy that must be handled carefully, while he is thinking about this his mind strayed back to the Mayor his friend and his wife and he wondered how the two of them will manage this crisis that hit them like a bomb in the midst of this tongues wagging crowd.?
      When they got into the office, the judge went straight for a glass of water to cool the tension that has risen in his blood stream, then he sat down and faced the kid wonder lawyer and asked, "Just what were you up to in there my friend?" SAN Terror too said, "Yes what were you up to reading such a thing in the public?"
    Calmly the kid wonder lawyer said am setting up my defence and am free to use every fact available to defend my client. SAN Terror answered him and said I don't know what you want to gain with what you have done but let me assure you that you've bite more that you can chew by coming against the Mayor in the public. The kid wonder lawyer said let that be my headache sir, did I not warned that we should let the sleeping dog lie?
     The judge asked, "When we go back inside there are you still going to continue in that line of questioning?" The kid wonder lawyer said I have not even started sir and it will be difficult to  abandon that line of cross examination because it can injure my case. SAN Terror shouted, "You have no case to prove in here my friend" The kid wonder lawyer asked, "Says whom? As long as Tolu is standing trial I have a case to prove, however i may not have a case to prove if you withdraw this case against my client" SAN Terror shouted, "You will not dictate to us, we have paid our dues and we are the ones who made law lucrative for you rookies to be drawn by its lure, when I say you have nothing to prove it means you have nothing to prove, this is my territory I ruled here"
     "Sir, you are not the judge and I cannot see how you can rule here, I will only bow to your wish if we get back inside and I see you sitting on the bench, if that do not happen we are both here to prove a case let us face it"
     When the judge saw that he could not be intimidated he spoke softly and said, "Look you are like a son to me, I will advise you not to go down the lane that you are going, you will destroy many people and you too can get destroy in the process, please when you get inside change your direction of cross examinations" The kid wonder lawyer said, "Okay sir and thanks for your advice and he left leaving SAN Terror and the judge to ponder on how to do damaged control.
    However, by the time the hearing resumed the Mayor and his wife were no more around in the court, the Mayor left fuming while his wife that he left behind left through the back door with head bowed in shame!
    The kid wonder lawyer resumed his defence saying, " I said it the other time that this memoir in my hand is a bomb that can blow the city apart but I did not explained why I said so. The reason for my summation are the names of many eminent ladies and wives of eminent men that I see in this memoir, if this court can react the way they react by just hearing a little in many sordid stunts that this man has pulled, how do you think a young lady like my client will react, you can judge for yourself. I will hand over this memoir to this court as an evidence that exonerate my client from been called a devil, but the real reason for her action I will lay bare before this court if this court have the time to continue the hearing today.

    The judge said, "Definitely the time is not on our side again today, submit that memoir as you said and we will adjourn till next Tuesday. The kid wonder lawyer gave the memoir to the judge knowing that the memoir will kill Richie's stand in this case, because his wife and that of SAN Terror too patronised Richie's bedroom. 
    Richie practically dated all the wives of the eminent men he worked for and he used them to gain favour with their husbands, and most of this men were the Mayor' political allies and promoters; this means there will be a shaking in their political camp as the year of the election is drawing in.

He was in the deep gutter of jungle justice, in a matter of minutes he'll loose his life for crime he did not commit; and from the blues she stepped out to expose the real criminal and saved him.
Though nothing could match what she has done, but to show gratitude he helped her to secure a job where he worked and this caused a rift between him and his girl friend who was a born with silver in the mouth neighbour of his saviour.
With this girl friend annoying needless tantrums, he dumped her and decided to focus on the saviour, but she refused for a long time until he cleared off her chief reason for saying no through a special arrangement, and they started a sexless relationship which he  really did not like.
After a while in their cat and mouse sexless engagement, the criminal that she exposed to save him showed up with acid plastic and ruined her beauty.
With her beauty ruined he lost interest in her and dumped her for her traitorous friend. This set them up for a long journey of deadly vengeance. This book is a book for the strong hearted who can have food on the table and be glued to printed page that cant be put down to be read later!

Shortly after the judge elder left, Li Zhu decided to leave the arena, and claim his rewards. Since he had ended up in fourth place, Li Zhu had won ten Cultivation Enhancing pills, two weeks worth of cultivating in Spirit Palace, a skill from the sect library, and a plant from Shen Zan's garden. All these rewards were great, but the last two especially intrigued Li Zhu, since he was in dire need of more skills to widen his options in combat.

Currently he could only use Shadow Lurk and Frost Touch, neither of which were skills which could be used to attack enemies. This was in part a good thing, since they were skills which did not grow less useful as his cultivation increased, making them good long term skills to have. That said, he currently had no way to damage opponents stronger than him, so he needed to focus more on the short-term, at least for now.

With this in mind, Li Zhu decided to head over to the sect library first, and choose a suitable skill. According to what the elder had stated, he could choose from any skill on the first four floors at no cost.

The sect library was on Knowledge Peak, which was one of the central peaks of the sect. The actual library was a massive building with seven floors and thousands of books, most of which contained skills. There were also history books and journals of great masters, but they were much less prominent than skills, which had been accumulated over hundreds of years.

When a disciple who met all requirements bought a skill book at a certain cost, they would be able to read and learn the skill for however long it took them. After they learned the skill, though, it needed to be returned to the library, for other disciples to learn in the future. If a disciple did not return their skill book to the library, they could not buy any more from it, which also meant each disciple could only learn one skill at a time from the library.

There were seven floors in the library in total, each containing stronger and rarer skills, and having higher requirements to enter them. For example, outer sect disciples could only buy books from the first two floors, and inner sect disciples could only buy books from the first four floors. As for the three floors after that, only elders could access them, and the seventh floor could only be entered by the Grand Elder, or whoever was the leader of the sect at any moment in time.

As Li Zhu entered the library, he felt right at home. As the crown prince, anytime he had not been training, he had been reading in the imperial library. He had read hundreds of books, each of which increased his knowledge of the Endless Sword Continent, and sometimes even beyond.

In the first floor of the library, there was a large table at the back, where an old man was sitting. The elder was absorbed in his reading, so Li Zhu simply walked past him, to the second floor. Just as he was about to reach the stairs, though, the elder's head snapped towards him, his face full of suspicion.

The elder sized up Li Zhu for a second, before returning to his reading, and saying "As you know, stay within the first four floors. There will be an elder on fourth floor, and you do not want to anger him... trust me."

'He knew who I was?' wondered Li Zhu, realizing that the judge elder had not lied when she said that elders knew exactly who the top ten disciples of the competition were. At the same time, the old man's last words intrigued him, as he wondered what kind of person an elder would fear.

Still, he walked all the way to the fourth floor, since it was the limit of where he could go in the library, and had much stronger skills than the previous floors. Li Zhu did not doubt that the sect had placed a few extremely precious books in the lower floors for disciples to accidentally come across, but he did not have the time to scroll through thousands of books, all for the possibility of finding something rare.

On the fourth floor, there were much fewer books than the previous floors, with only a few hundred displayed in the bookshelves. This was already amazing, tough, since finding so many skills was difficult, even for a large sect.

Li Zhu began browsing the books immediately, looking for an attack skill that suited his combat style. Since he used Shadow Lurk to quickly strike enemies, a skill which took a long time to use was not worth it, since it would leave him exposed. Furthermore, he currently did not want to use a sword in combat, so the skill needed to be a palm or fist technique, which were much less common than weapon skills.

"Flaming Tiger Pierce... doesn't meet any of the requirements. Three armed shot... no. Molten Yang Slash... weak!"

As he flipped through the books, Li Zhu noticed that there were many skills related to fire and swords, while all other skills were less common. This actually surprised him, since the sect was named Flaming Saber sect, so he had expected more saber skills, rather than sword ones.

With time, he did find a few palm and fist skills, "Flowing Ocean palm... each palm strike is like a tide,  destroying and then receding. Each palm strike is stronger than the previous, and if this art is trained to the maximum level, your strength can be equal to the very ocean we are surrounded by!"

Most skills had descriptions at the start, but they were often exaggerations, and even the masters who had invented the skills had never reached the level they claimed was possible. Because of this, even the weakest skill would sound intimidating, when the description was read. Li Zhu, though, knew to look past the initial words, and flip through the first few pages. For Flowing Ocean Palm, as he read the next few pages, the skill was quite clearly weak, and would only be useful in certain situations.

Due to this, Li Zhu continued walking around the bookshelves, opening every book there was.

"My Memoir?" mumbled Li Zhu, after reading the title of one particular book, which had tears all over it, clearly having barely withstood the test of time. All the books he had read previously were skills, so he was quite surprised to find this book. After all, an elder had decided that this memoir was worth having on the fourth floor, which said a lot about its value.

"April 15, year 128: Today is a great day, because I have practiced by Flaming Saber skill to the fourth level, and I am now finally an inner sect disciple of the Thousand Illusions Mountain! I have not written in this journal for a few weeks due to training, but I will try to write something every day from now on." Li Zhu flipped to a random page, reading off the first paragraph.

Instantly, a shocked expression appeared on his face, as he read the date again. In the Endless Sword Continent, each year was made up of three hundred and fifty days, and divided into twelve months. That said, the current year was 1784, and year 0 was said to be when the first civilizations had formed. If the date on the memoir was accurate, it was more than a thousand years old, and was an extremely precious recording of history.

Li Zhu continued to read, engrossed in the daily life of this young man, so eager to reach the peak of the continent. Unfortunately, the memoir ended abruptly, where many pages had been ripped off by someone. In the place of the pages, there was a small note, reading, "If you are reading this, the young man in the memoir is our founder, Ts'ui Ru. Unfortunately, the final part part of the journal contained important information, and was stolen eighty years ago when our sect was attacked in the night. Still, I wish for all disciples of the Flaming Saber sect to learn the story of their founder, and hope that it may fuel a desire for greatness in them, and you."

Li Zhu was left dumbfounded, as he read the small note. The young man he had read about was actually a founder of this sect! Furthermore, Li Zhu was beginning to suspect that he was also the creator of all the treasures in the sect such as the Thousand Illusions Forest or the Kill Illusions tower, due to his affiliation with the Thousand Illusions Mountain, an ancient sect which had long disappeared, but remained in many legends.

'What could the last twenty pages have contained to be the cause of an attack by other sects?' wondered Li Zhu, but he had his suspicions.

The man in the memoir was clearly a great expert, and most figures such as him would own many treasures in their lives. Although it was just a hunch, Li Zhu suspected that the last pages contained information regarding these treasures, and the Flaming Saber sect had learned the hard way that wealth attracts jealously.

As he was absorbed i his own thoughts, Li Zhu heard a whisper in another aisle of the library, "Are you excited, Yin Shing!? All our work is about to pay off, and we finally do not have to wait any longer! The dream we so badly wanted to fulfill will finally come true, and that old man can do nothing about it!"

There was another person in the aisle, but he did not take the words well, reprimanding, "Shut it! Let's go somewhere more private if you want to talk about the inheritance."

And with that, the two voices stopped, and Li Zhu was left with a curious expression on his face.

Jian Long was betrayed by his closest friend, his cultivation was destroyed, he lost his status... but he did not die!

Cultivate with swords? No, I would be recognised!

Use my same name? Absolutely not. Let's change it to Li Zhu.

Have the same look? Courting death.

I will have my revenge, but I need to become a whole different person, with a completely different cultivation method... summoning will do!

Li Zhu will take the path of summoning, in a world where weapons are Kings. What makes him different from other summoners, though, is that he can fuse with his spirit beasts!

Surviving a deadly plane crash would be considered by many to be a miracle.
But for the survivors of flight 571, the catastrophic crash was merely the beginning of another horror story — one that just 16 of them would make it out of alive, but only after they made an unthinkable pact.
Uruguayan Air Force flight 571 was flying members of a college rugby team and their relatives from Uruguay's capital Montevideo to Santiago, Chile, for a rugby game.
Along with the 40 on board, there were five crew on the chartered flight on October 13, 1972 — Friday the 13th. The plane, a twin-engine turboprop, was only four years old.
Human error caused the plane to crash into the Andes mountain range in Argentina, just shy of the border with Chile.
As heavy clouds obscured the peaks of the Andes as the plane flew overhead, the inexperienced pilot-in-command thought the plane was approaching the Chilean city of Curicó, when it was really up to 70km away.
So as the plane descended, it flew dangerously close to a mountain.
Once the flight deck realised there was a ridge directly ahead, it was too late. Pieces of the plane fell away as it hit the mountain several times on its way down.
At one point, the tail cone of the plane came off, along with the back of the fuselage, which left a gaping hole five passengers and two crew got sucked out of.
The plane eventually struck the top of a slope and slid, nose-down, at breakneck speed — about 350km/h — before crashing into a large snow bank, killing the pilots.
Amid the wreckage of the mangled plane, on a mountain glacier about 80km east of the planned flight route, 33 passengers were still somehow alive.
CALLING OFF THE SEARCH
Five people didn't survive the first night of below-freezing conditions on the mountain in the remote Andes. A sixth person died within days.
Those who were still alive, and not critically injured or in a coma, used parts from the plane — seats, luggage, and other debris — to create shelter.
Seat cushions were used as snow shoes. One passenger used a sun visor from the pilot's cabin, wire and a bra to make goggles to prevent snow blindness. He also figured out a way to melt snow for drinking water.
They tried to write the letters "SOS" in lipstick on the roof of the crashed fuselage but didn't have enough lipstick to make the letters large enough.
The survivors had no medical supplies or appropriate clothing and were stranded on the mountain as temperatures plunged to -30C. The little food they had was fast running out.
Rescue crews from Chile, Argentina and Uruguay struggled to find the wreckage in the vast mountain range.
In a cruel twist, the survivors had found a transistor radio in the wreckage and were using it to listen to updates on the search effort.
On day 11, they heard the announcement on the radio the search for them had been called off.
'THE ANSWER WAS TOO TERRIBLE TO CONTEMPLATE'
Starvation soon set in. Eight bars of chocolate, a tin of mussels, three jars of jam, some nuts and dried fruit, some lollies and a bottle of wine was all the survivors had to eat.
They tried to make it last as long as possible — one man ate a single peanut over three days — but it was gone in a week.
Desperate, the survivors ate cotton and leather from the plane seats.
Survivor Nando Parrado was 22 at the time of the crash.
"At high altitude, the body's caloric needs are astronomical," he wrote in his 2006 memoir Miracle in the Andes.
"We were starving in earnest, with no hope of finding food."
Eventually, as the bodies of the dead frozen lay around them, they were forced to consider their only chance for survival.
"Our common goal was to survive — but what we lacked was food," survivor Roberto Canessa, who was 19 at the time of the crash, said in his 2016 memoir, I Had To Survive.
"We had long since run out of the meagre pickings we'd found on the plane, and there was no vegetation or animal life to be found.
"We knew the answer, but it was too terrible to contemplate. The bodies of our friends and teammates, preserved outside in the snow and ice, contained vital, life-giving protein that could help us survive. But could we do it?"
All the passengers were Catholic and held deep moral concerns about eating the dead.
And the dead weren't strangers — they were relatives and teammates and friends from school.
Mr Canessa said he prayed for guidance, worried he'd be "stealing (the) souls" of those he ate.
"We wondered whether we were going mad even to contemplate such a thing. Had we turned into brute savages? Or was this the only sane thing to do?" he said.
"Truly, we were pushing the limits of our fear."
THE END OF INNOCENCE
On day nine, the survivors reluctantly decided eating the bodies of the already dead was their only chance of making it off the mountain alive.
They also mutually agreed if any of them died, the others could eat them for sustenance.
Mr Canessa, a medical student, led the way. He used broken glass from the windshield to cut off a tiny piece off one of the frozen bodies.
"I will never forget that first incision nine days after the crash," Mr Canessa said in his memoir.
"We laid the thin strips of frozen flesh aside on a piece of sheet metal. Each of us finally consumed our piece when we could bear to.
"Each of us came to our own decision in our own time. And once we had done so, it was irreversible. It was our final goodbye to innocence."
The bodies of the pilot and co-pilot were first because the survivors didn't personally know them.
It took some survivors a while to come to grips with the new source of food, and many struggled to keep it down. One woman who refused to eat eventually died on day 60 weighing just 25kg.
One night, an avalanche struck the fuselage as the survivors slept inside, killing eight. The 16 survivors were trapped in the snow-filled fuselage, buried in snow below their necks, until they got free after three days.
As the pact went, those killed in the avalanche became new sources of food.
THE MIRACLE OF THE ANDES
The survivors had discussed climbing over the mountains and searching for help but their attempts failed due to the extreme cold, malnutrition and altitude sickness.
They also didn't know where exactly they were, and because the pilot had been wrong about the plane's proximity to Curicó, they thought they were closer to Chile than they were.
Two months after the crash, on December 12, Mr Parrado and Mr Canessa decided to climb west towards Chile. They had no map, supplies or climbing experience as they ventured up the mountain in difficult terrain.
On the ninth day, after they changed course and hiked down into a valley, the exhausted pair got the attention of some men on horses across a river. The men couldn't hear the survivors and tossed a pencil and paper across the river.
In a note, Mr Canessa explained they'd been in a crash and 14 injured survivors were still at the wreckage, and tossed the paper back.
Three Chilean military helicopters were dispatched and on December 22 — 72 days after the plane crash — search crews finally reached the 16 remaining survivors.
They were taken off the mountain and treated for broken bones, frostbite, altitude sickness, dehydration, malnutrition and scurvy.
A Catholic priest told the survivors they were not going to hell for eating the dead, as they had no choice, but Mr Canessa recalled agonising over what people would think of their reluctant cannibalism.
He told People magazine about the moment he revealed the truth to his mum.
"I told her, 'Mother, we had to eat our dead friends'," he said, "and she said, 'That's okay, that's okay, sweetie'."
He was also concerned about how the victims' families would react.
"But thank God, people were very receptive and very supportive and they consider what we did something we had to do," he said.
The survival of 16 through a plane crash and 72 days stranded on a mountain has since been called the Miracle of the Andes.
Mr Parrado is now a motivational speaker and works with people suffering psychological trauma and Mr Canessa is a paediatric cardiologist.
Mr Canessa gave an interview to Sputnik News in 2016, at the time Brazil was mourning the deaths of 71 members of a football team and journalists killed in a plane crash in Colombia.
"Life is a lot more fragile than is usually thought," he reflected.
"Unfortunately, such tragedies do take place. One should understand that any day might become the last one in our life. And thus hold dear every second."

This book which is based of news horror story will give you chills.

plot is a side story of MC's grandfather it is to be read as a memoir

First of all, I will explain the circumstances behind my decision to write this memoir.
I have spent most of my life living for my desires while devoted to the research of the technique known as Hypnosis.
Tracing back to the origin, this technique belonged to my brother of the main family, but was now mostly my own exclusive technique thanks to having achieved a peculiar evolution. In fact, my brother is not even aware of the fact that he is under my hypnosis.
This technique, which can manipulate the feelings of the target and operate them freely, has helped me a lot in venting out my abnormal amount of sexual desire.
Therefore, to think that my genitals became disabled at the age of 40, even now I still can't somewhat believe it.
No, putting things another way, perhaps it is because I continued to diffuse my lust like this that led to this result.
This impotency itself was the main reason that I felt uncertainty at the fact that I was not absolute.
What I will be writing from now on is a story of how I, who had become like this, thought to fulfill my desires.
If possible, I pray that, as you read this, the present me has become normal.
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First of all, I, who had become like this, was eager to regain my past self.
I have tried drugs and treatments many a time, but without results.
Therefore, I decided to first try doing it with my own method. By using women.
To begin with, the women of this area, regardless of age, have had sexual contact with me. It is no exaggeration to say that likely half of the children in this city are mine.
Seeking for more stimulating intercourse, I forced them into it with hypnosis.
Even if it results in three casualties, it pretty much ended without raising any results.
I realised that new sexual contact could not treat it.
The next thing I thought to address was the source of my libido.
Assuming that I no longer had libido inside of me, those in the same position as me would be children devoid of sexual desires.
If I find the beginning of those children's sexual desires, then I may be able to find something new that could let me regain my libido.
And so, we gathered over 10 boys and girls without sexual desires in this city.
I placed all of them under hypnosis and forcefully promoted the development of their secondary sex characteristics.
As a result, several of the boys became emaciated from ejaculating too much, and the remaining boys were pretty much rendered impotent.
Due to mostly recovering after applying a mental suggestion, the girls were not of any particular concern.
While feeling a minimal amount of sentiment for the children that were no longer of use, I let their parents deal with them.
Having come here, I began to feel as though I was at an impasse, but then hope suddenly fell to me.
At year's end, my son's family who had been away were returning.
Originally, my son had a gentle character similar to his wife.
I know the wife of my son, his childhood friend, very well. This woman has been thinking of my son ever since she was young, and the memory of me, who knew this, continuing to play with and violate her for several days before my son's very eyes still remained in me.
Because I regretted getting her pregnant with my child while she was a student, I made up my mind and had her become engaged with my son. Although I may be like this, I believe I did something that my son wished for.
The two students who married left the house naturally, and lived in an address that I did not know of.
And the one who was sandwiched between the two was both my grandson and my child.
He looked like he was still young and did not have any sexual desires.
Naturally, I used him in my experiments.
In doing so, an unexpected result appeared.
That man's sexual desire was amazingly kicked up a notch, and with his bounds of reason still removed, I left him for three days in a warehouse with women inside.
Amazingly, during those three days, my grandson spread his seed without sleep as he ravaged all the women.
I also couldn't hide my surprise at the appearance of the beast who had killed the man, feeling lust as it shook the borrowed girls and swung its hips.
I gazed at it dubiously for one or two days, but on the third day, I realised that it just wasn't normal.
It was then that I finally stopped my grandson from running wild, supporting his exhausted legs.
From there, I continued to observe my grandson. Although it had nothing to do with the origins of lust, I felt an indescribable sense of nostalgia from his figure.
Or rather, my son really never took after me.
However, this grandchild's figure reminds me of my own former self that was simply faithful to my desires.
At that time, I came to a conclusion.
A person's libido is something that originally comes from their reproductive instincts. Something born by the eager will to hand down one's own gene.
In the first place, I couldn't nod my head to this instinct. As for why, that is because genes are vague concepts, and, rather than being proof of their own, are nothing but raw materials that create incomplete replicas of themselves without accumulating any of the knowledge they have learned.
However, from this grandson's appearance, I was able to feel that I was boundless. I was convinced that this was a gift brought to me by my own genes.
I had fulfilled my libido. In other words, I need to leave behind and have my will, memories and knowledge inherited–or so I began to think.
After that, I strived to leave all of my hypnosis research in a textbook to pass it on in a reasonable manner.
The text book is almost complete, but, of course, this was not all there was.
There are still 12 more ideas to research.
Thus, I will have my successor return to my son's house for now. Because there's no point in him staying here at the moment.
In order to complete the remaining research, I traveled back home to learn further about the others' techniques.
There wasn't much to gain, but even a little bit of knowledge will be of use.
Furthermore, I also obtained a by-product.
What was being experimented in the storehouse will allow me to reach even deeper into the realm of hypnosis.
To that end, I borrowed a single person who could use hypnosis from my brother.
By hypnotising a hypnotist, there is a chance to gain a new technique.
What I received was a single woman. She was my brother's grandchild in name only, but it's likely that she may also be my child. Although I remember laying my hands on everyone in that entire family, I couldn't really grasp the blood connection.
Her name is Manaka Ai.
From here on, this would be the experimental body used for my will.
At the dawn of this experiment's completion, I will directly send my will and entrust it to him.

This is a story where the protagonist who obtained hypnosis does whatever he pleases and assaults girls at school.
There are many lines where common sense is rewritten and unconscious assault. Not just sex, but the particulars regarding the process, the situation, and the atmosphere of what occurs prior to the act are written about as much as possible.

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author: Lust Bone

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I am Levi Anders, a white elf by birth, however I am much better known by my alias, Nicholas Rune. As I was born in the period known as the Dark and Light War, I grew up with a strong will and determination to put it to an end along with the destruction it cost. Hence the alias and nickname, General Nicholas Rune. Many have attempted to tell my tale from their perspective and a few others have tried to tell it from my perspective as well but, none have got even close to the truth. So I'm finally going to set it straight here in this memoir of sorts.   

If you know your way around Alfheim, you should be well aware that my race, the White Elves,  were at war with the Dark Elves over who would be the ruling monarch.  I was born in a small village called Adasqueil, in the heart of Alfheim, which was home to a few families, including mine. I lived there with my mother and father until I was about seventeen. But when my father was taken prisoner by the Dark Elves, and my mother was slaughtered right in front of me, I knew that I couldn't just hang around anymore. I had to do something to end this war that was killing thousands. 

Course, those aren't the only memories I have of my mother and father though. They were pretty average elves in both their social and personal lives. They were friends with every one that knew of them, whether they were new or old friends, young or elderly folk. They were kindly people no matter the circumstance. I had a good life too. I had friends and I had all the love and support I needed which was hard to come across and a blessing compared to the lives of other children my age. 

My father was a naturalist who loved to be at one with nature. I guess that would explain why he was so good at bending the plants to his will. My mother was a naturalist as well but she had a thing for the animals. When I was seven, I asked her to show me her power and she did just that. She coaxed a deer from the nearby forest and made it prance right up to me. I reached out and the deer didn't shy away. I laid my hand on it's muzzle and brushed my hand down it's back but it never budged. Mom did this for me quite often after that, just about whenever I asked. The catch was, everytime it was something new. There was a zebra, an otter, a horse, and even a panther. There was more but the list is too long to write. 

She would also teach me how to use my powers as well. She was the one that taught me the basics of how to control them and after our daily lesson, would leave me to find out the extent of it. The day that I found that I wasn't a naturalist as my parents were but a more battle centered elf mage, it kind of surprised my mother and father. Me as well, quite frankly. My power could destroy a building in a burst of fire, flood a clearing in seconds or heal my wounds but I could never connect with the nature around me or heal the ones who needed it. We established that I was meant to be a soldier for the good of the colony of White elves, possibly even on the front lines. We had made plans for Father to accompany me to the nearest military recruitment center shortly after I had turned eighteen. I was to practice and polish my skills in the meantime. I had my life all planned out. Little did I know, my life was about to take a major change, and not for the better. For not long after my seventeenth birthday, my Mother lost her life to the enemy and my Father was taken prisoner. Life would never be the same....

Levi Anders was an average White elf. But when his life gets turned upside down by the Dark elves at the early age of 17, when they kill his mother and imprison his father, he makes a decision that will alter his life. As he walks the streets of his homeland, he decides to go by an alias, Nicholas Rune. As Levi continues his journey as Nicholas, he will befriend other elves and a very special horse. With his heart of gold, Firm beliefs in piece and fierce determination... Will he be able to turn the tides in favor of the White elves and bring the century old war to an end?

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