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?

I feel lazy but at the same time bored, thus, just going to select from the comments of each chapter on what to write on the following chapter. I'd just start a topic. Then if the story deviates from the ongoing topic, I'd introduce a new topic. Not a "pro" author, just a really bored person that actually wants to write something but don't know how.

*did write something but was too embarrassed by it.... enough not to show it... thanks for the comments tho.

"Once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth." —Conan Doyle. A quote that seems to be the crux behind solving anything with a hint of mystery.

Mysteries can be compared to puzzles. However, the supposed 'pieces' of this puzzle a sentient and emotional people who are not willing to just stand around unless confined by a specific reason to do so.

Even in detective games, the criminal is always trying to hide the evidence, which in turn leads to the slipping up and accidentally revealing their true identity. The whole 'detective vs criminal' shtick is popular in the wake of Sherlock Holmes, despite it not being the only way to write a mystery narrative.

The essential part to be aware of when writing a mystery isn't what information you share with the reader but the 'legitimacy' of that information. If it came from a suspect, then it is natural to assume the information to be false. Contrarily, if it was to come from someone the 'detective' trying to solve the mystery trusts, then the reader would take is as fact.

However, just because I say that doesn't mean that trusted people should always be believed and suspects should be ignored. After all, the beginning of any mystery always makes sure that no one is safe from being seen as 'suspicious', even friends.

In this context, you could say that until proven otherwise, there is no possible way for anyone to be trusted. I find this kind of setup to be a little too simple to work with since there are no stakes for the main character or even drama caused by suspicion.

On a related topic, one of my favourite Light Novel Author by the name of Nishio Isin is a master at creating intrigue through subtlety. In his most widely known works of the Monogatori Series, even the main character can be considered the 'culprit' sometimes in the mysteries he's trying to unravel.

The enjoyment I get from reading his works has nothing to do with the mysteries themselves, but rather the way they are presented. He never makes it so any of his characters encounter a mystery that they are not 'involved' with in some way.

For example: The mystery could be about the death of a pop star they admired, thus allowing for subtle characterisation as they work through the mystery using their own 'perspective' of what should be considered the most important clue in the mystery.

If that person is not a airhead but is more of a regular salaryman, then his deductions will be flawed or maybe even too simplistic. However, as a writer who seems obsessed about 'geniuses', there is always one particular person with a high IQ that can put the pieces together in a more convincing way.

This isn't just me gushing about my favourite author though. As I am clearly aware that his style of writing is less suited for thriller-type mysteries and instead focuses on the more 'personal' aspects of it. 

A person may find a clue because they can see it from the perspective of a gamer or maybe they'd see it through the lens of a storyteller if they are more of a bookworm. They are deeply personal, but these kinds of mysteries don't have any 'thrilling' aspects that arises from knowledge that time is ticking.

To insert these kinds of moments of tension, there are two requirements that need to be fulfilled for it to work. The first is something the protagonist could potentially 'lose' if he doesn't get something right while the second being properly paced events.

When a scene drags out, tension is built from the answer being found being so close yet still not leaving the tip of the author's tongue. An important moment is dragged with an air of suspense as the reader desperately wishes that the answer they received isn't something that will lead to a more tragic outcome. It is easy to point fingers at people you don't have feelings for, but what is a 'detective' supposed to do when the culprit is a friend?

No one is a logic machine that will choose the prim and proper approach to dealing with such a situation. If the answer that came from eliminating the possibilities is something they can't internally accept, then how would they respond?

It is both a test of character as well as their ability to not be sentimental when determining the cause for an event. Those who link mysteries with the supernatural also have fun with this situation as well. For example: What if the culprit was possessed? Or maybe even blackmailed into it?

This leads to deeper questions than who is the culprit or not and tackles the heart of morality in a cruel way, by forcing the main character to come up with a reply to those questions difficult to answer.

As you can tell, I am very fond of mysteries despite not having dabbled in it myself. As there are many possibilities that can be uncovered from just a simple interaction or maybe even something in the background. There is one more thing I'd like to talk about that has to do with the MC of a mystery.

Let's say the one trying to unravel the mystery isn't Sherlock Holmes one is a person with a exceedingly high IQ. In this situation, how is the main character supposed to figure out a mystery even those around him are unable to solve? The answer to this question is two things: Having help from someone with knowledge but not the perspective needed to put all the clues together in a convincing manner, or making it so the mystery is related to him deeply.

For example: Let's say the culprit is actually the main character's sister. It is of course more easier for him to gain more clues if that's the case since he would have more chances to find evidence on her than anybody else through knowing her intimately.

Finding a way to balance the simplistic aspects of a mystery along with the complexity of events that lead to it becoming a mystery at all in the first place is key. You can't dump great amounts of irrelevant information and expect the reader to be invested into kicking out the 'irrelevant' information in order to find that one answer everyone is looking for.

What a good mystery entails is that the seemingly irrelevant bits of information are put together in ways even the reader should be able to figure out by themselves. Some information can be used as alibis to narrow down the culprit while seemingly unimportant events could increase the suspicion on the person who is truly the culprit in the mystery.

Have fun with trying to write this and be sure to PM me if you have anything else you want an Analysis of.

Have a great day~ 😊

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

  Although Loch has a lot of work to do back in New York City, he agrees to meet with Bashar the next day. 
  Chase hands over everything to Loch and goes back to Loch's apartment, while Loch returns to the office to deal with his boss.  Loch then starts to write the script for the show that will air this weekend.  Loch doesn't feel very inspired, and writes slowly.  His mind is still circling on two things: What Bashar wants from him and what the mystery person wants from him and Chase.
  Loch finally can't write anymore and leaves work when it was almost 10 PM.  He gets some Chinese take-out on his way home.  He opens the door and sees Chase eating potato chips while watching news on TV. 
  "Ugh, watch something else, please.  I hate watching news when I'm off work."  Loch sets the food down.
  "Alright, I got ya."  Chase switches to a cartoon channel.
  "Do you want noodles with pan-seared tofu? You need some protein."
  "Yeah, thanks," Chase grabs a paper container out of the paper bag.
  The paper container reminds Loch of the text message from the mystery person.  Loch gets a glass of water and sits down, "So, the mystery person contacted me again.  This time via text."  Loch emphasizes the word, text.
  "Whoa!  What's the special occasion?"
  "I know, right? Here," Loch opens the message and shows it to Chase.  Chase reads it, frowning. 
  "In case you're wondering," Loch explains, "'No container'  means the target is not in jail or prison."
  "Not in jail or prison?  I thought we only take care of convicted felons who are inside?"
  "Yeah.  I'm surprised.  We'll see what he says.  Or she.  Anyway. I don't know how that will work out. We will have to plan ahead for sure."
  "Yeah, I'm going to have to re-think how to approach the subject if I'm doing this outside."  Chase then remembers what he was hoping to ask Loch.  He was wondering if the mystery person could be somehow trying to test him.  "So you really don't know who the mystery person behind Damage Control is?"
  "No.  I wish I knew."
  "Why did he choose you though? I mean, I know you said you just got a message from the mystery person one day and then you approached me. But, he must have known he could trust you? He had to somehow know you a little."
  "I have thought about it but I still don't know. I just know he probably has some money. I'm not sure if you know this, but, we don't charge people for what we do. A few people do pay a lump sum of money upfront to cover expenses, such as your travel and hotels. And a few are willing to add extra funds as gratuity. But as far as I know, the mystery person foots all the bills and gives you the stipend."
  "The mystery person is the one paying for everything?" 
  "Yeah. Well, I pay for your stuff first, and then he mails me money orders to reimburse me. Sometimes he gets creative and mails several birthday cards with cash hidden in them."
"Could the mystery person be one of your rich friends?"
  Loch laughs, "God no. If you know any of them, you'd know they only care about themselves and how to get ahead in life even more. Ugh, their social media posts are unbearable to browse. Just brags."
  "So he's a humble and caring person with money....,"  Chase imagines an older man.  Or an old grandma, if the mystery person is a female. 
  Loch takes over the remote control to switch to another channel.  He then looks over to Chase, "You seemed relaxed now.  I have to say, you were a little tense when you met up with me in Minnesota. "
  Chase doesn't respond.  He gets up and walks over to the kitchen to look at a little pot that's growing fresh mint. Chase isn't sure if Loch knows how he feels about this little plant.
  Loch watches Chase touching the mint leaves. 
  "If the mystery person wants to start doing non-convicts, then we need to talk about what happened recently. It's not been very safe for us."  Chase suddenly says.
  "You mean the fake witness thing?"
  "That's just one thing.  And then someone apparently came just to attack you in Minnesota.  And..." Chase pauses.  He sighs, "I haven't told you, but,  when I was dealing with Nancy,  the mom who video recorded her adopted kids to sell online...,"  Chase looks at Loch.
  "Yeah?"
  "When I was in the jail there, I was ambushed."
  "Oh my God! What happened?"
  Loch tells him how he was almost caught.
  "That is bad...," Loch pushes his hair back,  pressing his palms on his forehead.  His mind is racing, "Someone has to be onto us.  But, how could anyone know?"
  "Yeah.  Who else knows? The knowing party should only be whoever asked us to do this, the mystery person,  and you and I."
  "This is insane," Loch stands up and starts to pace around. "We've been so careful!" Loch suddenly turns to Chase.  "Shit. That's why you showed up so much later, isn't it?  That's why I couldn't reach you.  Oh god.  That explains everything.  I'm so sorry, man." 
  "Loch," Chase leans on the kitchen counter next to the plant, "In order for me to execute everything well, I need to be fearless.  I mean, you know how I do my thing, right?"
  "You mean the mind-tricking and shape-shifting?"
  "Yeah.  I have to exploit people's minds.  I do everything the best when people are thinking about something they want, something they desire.  Or something they are worried about."
  "I know."
  "Even though it's not like someone is exploiting my mind, it's still the best that I also keep my head clear.  I can't be worrying about anything—"
  Loch is about to say "I know," but Chase gives him an anguish glance that stops him.
  "I can't be afraid of failing or being captured.  I have to feel nothing matters.  But, when I was almost busted the other day, I feel worry and fear."
  "I'm sorry—"
  "I worry and fear that I won't be alive to see her again."
  Loch stands there with mouth agape.  Her.  Cheyaka.  Oh.  Chase is still very much in love with Cheyaka.  He has guessed it all wrong.  Loch thought Chase and Cheyaka must have broken up either due to the distance or to keep Damage Control a secret and to protect Cheyaka from being involved.  But it's not that simple.
  "This is why I can't hear her voice or see her face again.  She's my weakness."  Chase leans on the kitchen counter, looking at the mint leaves, "Thinking about her makes me not to want to risk my life anymore."
  Loch understands the gravity of the situation.  No one should take Chase's boldness for granted. 
  "I've been cutting her out of my mind.  But, hearing her name the other day makes me weak again."
  Loch takes in his friend's revelation.  He leans on the couch and sighs, "Chase, it doesn't have to be like this. We can talk to the mystery person about your risk."
"She's worried about me again just the other day when the fake witness claimed to have seen me.  I don't want her to ever worry about me. Especially someone is onto us."
"Come on.  You can't think like that.  She's going to worry about you no matter what.  I worry about you even when you're just walking down the streets of New York City." 
  "I told her I'll move on.  I told her I won't call her anymore and she shouldn't either.  Really, she'll be happier without having to worry about me."
  "When did you tell her that?"  Loch rests his hands on his waist.  His voice softens, because he feels bad.
  "After I finished my first case, I kept the rental car for the case and drove four hours straight to her house. On my way there, I kind of knew I couldn't continue to do this if I still wanted to be with her.  I got there.  And I kind of told her about D.C.  And I said, I will not contact her anymore.  And she shouldn't either.  That was it."
  Chase makes it sound like it was a brief exchange of words between himself and Cheyaka.  But his last meeting with Cheyaka was much more than that.  It included Chase telling Cheyaka that he felt shaken after taking someone's life for the first time.  Even though it was for a cause they believed in— killing a complete human garbage was still a terrible experience. 
  It also included his first kiss with Cheyaka. And perhaps, it would be the last kiss.

Robert was just a young man who accidentally went missing when he was on a combat mission in China.  During the days he was gone, he encountered something incredible that gave him superpowers.  He would become a "Legend" that lives on and on and on... even to this day.... But where is he now?  
  Jack is a New York City detective who doesn't play by the rules.  After an incident at work, he starts to come across mysterious people and receives strange requests. He will soon realize, some of these people have evil plans, and they are quite impossible to defeat.
  Unless, Jack can recruit a team of people with special talents, including a "Legend" who never dies. Together, they may have a chance to defeat the villains.
  But first, can they find the "Legend" to join the team? Can they control the damage that's about to happen? 

* This is set in modern day. (See Author's Note). No system. No incarnation. No transmigration. No harem (no one man pockets multiple girls. 1 male lead has 1 female love interest and development).
* This is set in a realistic world where characters have superpowers.
*  :-) Add to library! Leave comments or ask questions anytime!
* All Rights Reserved. Cover designed by me.
* Visit my page for other stories:  bio.link/PageTurner

The cowhide notebook was supposed to be old, and the cowhide used for the cover was shiny with rubbing grease, almost covered with a layer of patina.
The paper was carefully maintained. Whether it was waxed or preserved with some other method, it looked shiny.
There were some very large words in the notebook, which Li Du did not recognize. There were only a handful of words on each page, all as big as walnuts. He glanced at them at random and could see them clearly.
He did not know these words, but he had seen some of them before. He had seen at least one of them often on the left leg of the little bug and on its wings.
The little bug now had multiple legs and wings, and each time it grew a new set, it would have a complex pattern on them, kind of like a word.
Li Du could not find it, so it was just his guess. He had thought, maybe it was not the word, maybe those were just the markings on the bug.
Now that he saw what was in the notebook, however, he was certain that it was writing!
Tang Chaoyang was particularly sensitive. As a shocked expression appeared on Li Du's face, Tang Chaoyang closed his notebook immediately, raised his head to look at Li Du, and asked, "What happened?"
Li Du steadied his mind and said vaguely, "Nothing, I am… well… what is the picture in your notebook?"
Tang Chaoyang quickly asked, "This is a kind of writing, have you seen it? Which one have you seen?"
Li Du hesitated, but he thought that there should be no risk in describing the two patterns on the little bug as long as he did not expose the little bug itself.
Thus, he opened the notebook, pointed at an image and said, "I've seen this."
"Only this one?" asked Tang Chaoyang, staring at him.
His eyes were dark as a black hole. Li Du gulped and said, "You tell me what this word is, and I will write the other. I know two."
Tang Chaoyang nodded and led him to a corner. He handed Li Du a pen and said, "Write. Write down the word you just saw."
Li Du knew that Tang Chaoyang did not trust him and might think he was looking for some mysterious information, and therefore asked him to write the word he had just identified.
This was easy. He saw the little bug every day.
He wrote the word he had seen on the little bug's right leg and right wing, which he had just read in his notebook.
When he finished, Tang Chaoyang's breath grew heavier and he whispered, "I don't know exactly how to read this word, but according to the translation, it is like the word 'zhou', eon, in our Chinese characters."
Li Du thought for a while, and then he wrote out the words he saw on the left leg and wing of the little bug and asked, "Do you know the meaning of this word?"
Looking at this word, Tang Chaoyang became absent-minded. He tilted his head and looked at the word, and then stretched his hands to touch it, but pulled back, exclaiming, "God!"
Li Du said, "This word means god?"
Tang Chaoyang looked up at him. There was something wrong with his expression. He slowly shook his head and said, "No, I only said, oh God, this is it!"
"What?" Li Du questioned.
Tang Chaoyang gulped and said, "I'll tell you the meaning of this word. It is probably Yu, universe.
Li Du repeated, "Probably?"
Tang Chaoyang said, "The second word you wrote, I saw it just now for the first time, but there is a connection between these Olmec patterns. I thought of the connection between them and guessed it might be this word."
"Combined, they mean the universe! Do you know what the universe is? You know what I'm talking about?" Tang Chaoyang asked again.
Li Du pointed to the top of his head and said, "Of course I do. That's what we live in. Hmm, how do we put it, the universe, the Galaxy? It is the whole world."
Tang Chaoyang immediately shook his head. "The so-called yu, boundless space; the so-called universe, the ancient and modern time! The universe is time and space! Unity of time and space! Unity of all energies!"
Li Du looked at him. The way Tang Chaoyang looked and spoke now reminded him of Liu Shanyang.
Tang Chaoyang seemed oblivious to Li Du's expression. "Where did you see those two words? Can you tell me? Really, brother Li, they are very important to me!"
Li Du said, "They are not ordinary texts, are they? So are they Olmec deities? But what is an Olmec tattoo?"
He thought that this thing was probably a divine mystery, but guessed Tang Chaoyang wouldn't tell him outright.
Hearing his question, Tang Chaoyang immediately said, "I should first introduce you to the Olmec civilization. Do you know anything about it?"
Li Du shook his head.
"Do you know the four great civilizations?" Tang Chaoyang continued.
"Of course. Ancient Babylon, ancient Egypt, ancient India, and ancient China," said Li Du.
"Olmec civilization existed long before them all. It started at least eight thousand years ago and is considered the mother culture of the ancient Central American civilizations.
Listening to Tang Chaoyang's explanation, Li Du said in surprise, "Was it so ancient?"
Tang Chaoyang nodded. "Yes. Most researchers generally think that this civilization was born in 3000 BC, but in fact, it had existed at least 3000 years earlier than that."
Li Du wanted to open his mouth in reply, but Tang Chaoyang interrupted him. "You don't have to wonder how I know, I just do. The two words you saw appeared in the first three thousand years of the Olmec era. After that period, they disappeared."
Listening to the words of Tang Chaoyang, Li Du hesitated and said, "From what you say, this seems to involve the unsolved mystery of the world?"
Tang Chaoyang shook his head. "Not the world's unsolved mystery, because the number of people in the world who know about this riddle is very low, almost zero, so it could only be an unsolved mystery for a few people. Anyway, tell me, where did you see it?"
Li Du knew he could not say more, so he lied. "I once went to an auction and found something in a warehouse. Something interesting. It had some unknown words written on papyrus and there was a sculpture of something like a bug... "
He paused, showing a puzzled expression. "These two words were on the sculpture. I remember them after all this time because they were so odd. You might not believe what I am about to say."
"Say it," said Tang Chaoyang.
"When I saw the statue, I felt as if I had traveled through time and space. No, I should say through time, since space had not changed, only time. Strange to say, but I saw myself over the years, from young!" said Li Du.
Tang Chaoyang's facial expression becomes extremely serious. "Cosmic saint, god, this thing really exists! Can you tell me where the statue is? I can give you a satisfactory reward!"


They love gold, and they love silver. Even more so, they love gems that dazzle, like stars across the skies. 
Firearms, jewelleries, and precious metals; A collector’s world will not be complete without antiques.  
Storage auctions, old goods trade, re-estate sales and gold-digging. But the truth is, if one wants to make money, then the supreme way is through searching for the legendary treasures. 
Holding the fort, there’s an ocelot, a wolf, and an Andes condor. At the side, there’s a loyal hound, an irascible ape, and an African honey badger. Who said that you can only rely on humans when treasure hunting?! 



I read some books today. I missed Mystery so much. I texted him. He said they'd stay another week, they had a job. I was so broken. I thought she'd be there for me for my birthday, but she was married, she was pregnant, she had more important things to do. Anyway, I'll have my coffee this year and drink it while I read my book. That's how most of my years go, so I thought at least the beginning of my age would be like this. My mom's here. She hugged me for her birthday. I was so full, I cried. Of course, my mom didn't understand why I was crying, but whatever. He gave me a box and left. I had my favorite toy when I was little. I lost last year and sat and cried. I asked everywhere, and I didn't find the same. How thoughtful my mother was. I loved this moon so much. I hugged him and fell asleep... 

I shut up a lot at night. I seemed to get asleep. I looked at the laptop a little bit. I entered my mail account and saw the message from an anonymous account: 

"Happy birthday, Oya. Remember that som I put on the door?" 

I was frozen by the message I read. Who was that? I was bursting with curiosity and very angry with my mother. Who found my little toy and sent it back? I've got it. Why would a person need that? I was so upset. I was curious, but I was very angry about this message. But for me, it was a very valuable thing. I'm starting to think the sender is someone I know very well. Because very, very few people know the value of this moon in me. My mom gave me the present, but she was asleep at this hour. I didn't think my mother would need to do that anyway. I was so curious. It was best to hold my sober and sleep. I'm hugging and I'm going to sleep. 

I thought a lot when I was asleep at night. Could it have been a mystery? It could have been. But why would he write from a secret gmail? It sounds a little pointless, but I couldn't think of anyone else. I thought I'd get up in the morning and call him. Now I'm going to sleep nicely... 

 

 I woke up, packed my room nicely, and as I agreed to make breakfast, I realized I had to call Gizem. I picked up the phone right away and called him. 

"Hello! My mystery man, good morning, how are you?" 

 

 "Good morning, Oya! I'm fine, honey, how are you, what's up? 

 "I'm fine, too. I need to ask you something..." 

 "Ask me ... Don't crack with curiosity!" 

 "Taman, okay, don't get mad. I had a month old man. I lost it last year. In fact, I loved it. " 

 "Yes, of course I remember. I don't remember at all, do I? So what's not for him?" 

 "Yesterday on my birthday, someone left her at the door. And he texted me from a secret gmail." 

 "Oh, my God! Who's that? Yuh, Oya, I'm shocked. Tell me what else he said." 

 "There's nothing to tell. He didn't write anything else. You're the one who sent this, tell me the truth quickly. Swear on it. Or I'll sulk." 

 "Hop! What do you mean, you? What do I have to do with this kind of thing, girl? Well, it wasn't me. " 

"Oh, you're right. Anyway, Mystery, I'm sorry. Can we talk later?" 

And I hung up so I could. The answer I got made me more curious. And since he didn't send a mystery, who was this mystery person? I went to my mother and asked. He asked her to explain it in detail. "I found it at the door in the little box I gave you like this. I opened it, and when I saw the soms, I brought it straight to you. I'm sorry I made it look like I bought it myself, pretty girl. I'm going to get you a present soon. " 

I said I didn't need to, so I hugged him. Then I went into the room. I texted him to his e-mail account. I said, "Who are you?" I sat over the laptop for hours but didn't get any answers. I waited so long, I was tired of waiting. I went and made myself a cup of coffee. I took my book and decided to read some books. Right at the most exciting part of the book came my mother. He said to come ready to eat. I was just noticing I was hungry as a wolf. My mother was always doing chores by her own because she knew I was distracted, thoughtful. I'm a little mad at myself for this. I was neglecting my parents because I was going to deal with stupid people. After dinner, I packed up the kitchen and realized my mother wasn't sweeping the house. I just started sweeping the house. My mind was so obsessed with the sender of the message that I was sweeping the same corner for half an hour. My father called out. I came to my sedi, and I kept going. When I stopped sweeping, I went straight to my room. 

 I wanted to continue with the rest of my book. But I couldn't. I was so curious about the writer, so I opened the laptop and went into my gmail account. But there was still no answer. So I got stuck on social media a little bit. I looked, and all the friends threw wedding pictures. Especially when someone commented on a picture of me. "Oyaci, when are you getting married?" I'm so annoyed. I'd be reprehensible if I didn't write a sarthing thing. But because I didn't think it was right to argue with people, I just deleted his comment and passed. He said Gizem was going on vacation. If it were him, he'd be helping me now. I was so bored. It was too heavy in the book I read. I was so preoccupied, I just wouldn't know I was reading it. He was sleepy. I slept the way I closed my eyes. 

I opened my eyes with the sounds of Happy Birthday Oya. My mom bought a cake, and when I didn't wake up, they woke her up like this. I was so happy. It was like the world was mine. I got up, blew out the candle, and hugged them. I'd forgotten all the problems in my head and I was as happy as the world to have a family like this. 

We had cake together and we had classic family conversations. We did some relatives. I didn't like it very much because of the rumor of relatives, but when you listen, you can't let go. My uncle had a daughter, for example. She had a boyfriend of five years. When my uncle said I had no consent, she ran away. My uncle and sister-in-law were devastated, but nothing came of it. Besides, my cousin sent us a wedding invitation. My people were very ambivalent about going. So I said they should go. They hired you to come, but futilely, I couldn't easily go to everyone's wedding and adjust to the questions I was asked when you were getting married. 

It's like I like being a little different in this life. It wasn't for me to be like everyone else. I took a picture of the cake and threw it in Mystery. Because if you were here, we'd eat together. He saw it right away, video call. I missed him so much in a few days. We talked a little too much as normal. And then we hung up. I was so happy that I slept tonight without even looking at my laptop, hugging my sober. 

When I woke up this morning, I woke up very peaceful. I felt like I'd got the tiredness of the months off me. I had the idea to take the college exam again. I decided to go to the place today and buy some books. I went to the station. I was so hungry, I went and ate hamburgers. I went to the seaside for a while. I sat for close to half an hour, listening to music. I feel like I was relieved. I got up and went to bookstores. Fortunately, our financial situation was normal, but I didn't mind the price of these fire-priced books. I bought my books and went to a library. I realized I'd finished my reading books. The idea of taking advantage of the library made perfect sense. There were a lot of books, but I got two books that caught my eye, and I left. I realized I haven't been to the station in a while. I've looked at a few clothes, you know, it's almost winter. I was cold. I decided to take some of my likes and go home. 

All of a sudden, I felt like I was being followed, but when I turned around, everyone was on their own. So I thought I was impressed with the movie I was watching, so I moved on. I was exhausted when I got home and there was a guest in the house. I said welcome to their side and went to my room. 

I put my feet up and went into my e-mail account to see what was going on and there was a new message: "I'm sure the green suit you today will suit you, and good luck with your college exam. Sleep well with the teddy bear. "

Trying to unravel the secrets behind the mysterious curtain, Oya was also sailing for love. With the support of her best friend Gizem, what kind of things will she deal with in her journey full of secrets?

Hi, dear readers!
*Waves cutely at you* (￣▽￣)/
I got a few responses and tips from some of you, so I decided to write a small introduction to this novel.
This novel is full of baits.
I warned you. *Smiles devily.*
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I put a mysterious tag for ARC 1, because it has a mysterious feeling to it.
We know nothing about our protagonist and her boyfriend.
She seems to be laughing a lot, but is the laughter genuine or is she trying to cope up with her stress?
It's a very short, face-paced ARC.
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An arc that would possibly make you drop the story. (I noticed from the rapid plunge in views and votes, which conveys that this book is not for everybody.) •́  ‿ ,•́












To understand the character's actions and decisions, we have to dive deep into their past. It's about our protagonist's previous life. How she met her boyfriend, and how she died. ARC TWO is like a separate story. There's no transmigration, no reincarnation and mainly, no second chances.
Don't get discouraged by the length of ARC TWO and give this novel a chance.
It'll be toxic, and if you feel it's too much, stop reading. NOBODY should force you to do anything!
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💙 Bing Shi - Main character. (MC)
冰 ( bing / bīng ) - Ice
诗 - ( shī ) - poetry, poem, verse
Spiritual animal: Snake. They are symbols of rebirth, transformation, immortality, and healing.
Personality color:  Blue. (I found the description of the color on the internet.) The color of trust. Blue the shade of the sea and the sky is thought to induce calm and convey serenity and peace. It instils confidence and inspires feelings of loyalty, integrity and responsibility. Cool blue is conservative and can also be perceived as aloof. Emotion: Trust, Responsibility, Honesty, Loyalty, Inner security, Harmony. Used to: reduce stress, create calmness, relax, secure, create order. (I found the description of the color on the internet.)
Her style: High class and sophisticated. But in the comfort of her home, she likes to wear animal pajamas.
🖤 Mr. Jelly - Bing Shi's boyfriend.
Real name: 玄慕
玄- black , mysterious
慕 - to admire
Spiritual animal: Shark. It stands for fierceness, authority, determination, remorselessness, efficiency, perception, mystery, preparedness, superiority, competitiveness, innovation, grace, and style. Its ability to continually move symbolizes adaptability, activity, fluidity, and control over emotions.
Personality color: Black. (I found the description of the color on the internet.) The color of mystery. Black is actually the lack of color. It covers, hides, and implies that there is a barrier. A strong and powerful color, black is formal and sophisticated, sexy, and secretive. It connotes fear and evil and conveys pessimism and a lack of hope. Emotion: Power, Control, Authority, Discipline, Elegance. Used to: Hide feelings, Intimidate, Radiate Authority, Create Fear, Associate with mystery. (I found the description of the color on the internet.)
His style: Black pants and black shirts. Simple as that. Different from his girlfriend, he doesn't want to waste his great mind thinking about what to wear the next day.
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Cover art was drawn by my lovely reader E.Y.R. 

"We are well aware that the relationship between us is not healthy. Our love is far from perfect. It's messed up. Just like us."
 

A tragedy occurred, separating a young couple from each other. Bing Shi, who already had a boyfriend before transmigration, saw no point in searching for new love. In order to reunite, she would have to travel through different worlds and successfully finish all the main missions given out by the System Headquarters.

Reporter: "What does Mr. Jelly's name stand for?"

Bing Shi: "It's from a word, jealous. He tends to get jealous a lot, one of the reasons I don't have friends."

"..." Reporter, "How would you describe Mr. Jelly's features?"

Bing Shi, while looking at Mr. Jelly, "His skin is very pale from the lack of sunshine, so you can notice his dark under-eye circles below his black double eyelid eyes. His thick black hair is adorned with gray strands, but it still doesn't make him look any older all thanks to his baby face..."

Mr. Jelly, "Bing Shi, just say I am ugly, no need to beautify me."

Bing Shi, "For me, you are the most handsome man alive."

Mr. Jelly, "With your face blindness, of course I'd be."

Reporter, "How old are you?"

Bing shi, "I'm twenty-six."

Mr. Jelly, "Twenty-four."

Reporter: "How long have you been dating, and when was your first kiss?"

Bing Shi, "We've been together for seven years. Our first kiss was when I was..."

Mr. jelly grabbed her hand and took her away.

"Why did you take me away?" she asked.

Mr. Jelly, "Bing Shi, they would think I am pathetic to get a kiss after five years of dating..."

Bing Shi leaned over to plant a kiss at his cheek, giggling, "Why would they? More likely, they would respect you."
 
 Author's note:
- A quick transmigration trope with its own cliches and uniqueness
- A twisted and dark love story
- 1v1, bxg, mxf (boyxgirl, malexfemale)
- High EQ MC
- A 'strong' to stronger MC (Not OP. MC seems to receive a lot of cheats at the beginning, but there is a reason behind it. They will definitely not owershadow her character.)
- No major misunderstandings


*WARNING* Mature content only in some chapters. 
*Pictures used in this novel belong to their rightful owners.

Illustrator/Artist: E.Y.R. 
E.Y.R's Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/_snoozy_cat_/

Could people really manipulate their memories?
The answer to this question used to be affirmative and would be replied right away. But now, Xiang Wan was somewhat uncertain.
The question Bai Muchuan threw to her had left her deep in thought.
The recent events, be it bizarre or coincidence, she often had a feeling that they were fictitious.
The case was a mess.
She used to write in the direction of her own plot outline, which was smooth.
But as her novel got closer and closer to the actual case, she began to get a little hesitant. She was at a loss of how to continue writing.
Staying up to update her novel? She wanted to do that as well, but she was unable to.
This was probably the aspect where the creative writing industry differed the most from any other job—the spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak.
…
Xiang Wan did not have a good sleep.
Her body was asleep, but her brain was awake. Weird story plots kept popping inside her brain, accompanied by some kind of mournful music that made her vexed and fazed, tossing and turning away.
It was 2 a.m., she gave a yawn and opened her mobile phone, thinking that she might cultivate some sleepy feeling by doing some reading.
In the end—she was exhilarated instead.
Ahhhhh! Oh my god! Second Young Master Mu updated a chapter! she exclaimed inside her head.
She ignored the time and sent Fang Yuanyuan a "harassment" message to inform her before reading the update with relish.
Every word in Second Young Master Mu's book was like gold. They were very precious to her.
She read each word carefully, as all the obsessed fans of Second Young Master Mu would do. They would still treat him like their first love even though he "abused" them thousands of times.
It had been a week since Second Young Master Mu last updated.
Long wait for updates were always a torture to the readers. For the author, it was a test of their popularity. However, Second Young Master Mu was still Second Young Master Mu—even if he updated weekly, his popularity did not even suffer a dip, and there was even a feeling of "scarcity marketing". The more he did that, the more readers cherished him. Every time he updated, the readers acted as though they had discovered a treasure and would go around spreading the word.
Afterward, the readers would start to analyze the case, put things in order, and make inferences. There would be numerous posts that had several times more words than the original content.
Toward Second Young Master Mu, Xiang Wan felt admiration and envy but was never jealous.
It could be said that Xiang Wan's real idol was Second Young Master Mu. She was never a fangirl of any artist nor got infatuated with any young and charming male stars. She only favored Second Young Master Mu and was contented to be his fangirl, to the extent that the reason she chose to write mystery fiction was all because of her love for her idol.
There was hardly any romance plot in his book, but she still liked it nonetheless.
"The real murderer was very cunning. He did not lurk in the dark but was tasting his self-perceived fruit of victory under the sun. However, he did not know that the sunlight might not be able to keep him safe but expose him instead, enabling the police to have the opportunity to bring him to justice."
A chapter with more than 3,000 words had ended.
Wonderful and exciting, the ending of the chapter left a huge cliffhanger on the minds of the readers.
Xiang Wan felt as if her heart and lungs were crying for more. She felt like entering Second Young Master Mu's brains to have a good look…
Unfortunately, not only Xiang Wan, but nobody from the circle of online literature had ever met Second Young Master Mu in real person. 
He was the leader of detective mystery fiction, a well-respected and mighty figure being held on a pedestal. Yet he never participated in any event, nor accepted publicity interviews of any nature and never once showed his face.
He was a mysterious, low profile iconic author in the mystery fiction genre that attracted countless numbers of speculations from fans which caused Second Young Master Mu to get labeled by fabricated godly terms.
The Second Young Master Mu was also "god-like" in Xiang Wan's heart.
But even with her reverence for Second Young Master Mu, Xiang Wan still stared at the laptop, unable to type a single word.
When she had no direction for the main plot, she was unable to write anything.
Ding!
There was an SMS from Detective Bai.
In this era, there were too few people using SMS to communicate, but he was one of them.
"Send over your work when you've completed it!"
"…"
Xiang Wan felt uncomfortable due to the writer's block.
Was this man still waiting for her to write the chapter and send it to him?
Wishful thinking!
"I'll only update tomorrow night, no hurry," she practically snorted when she replied.
However, Bai Muchuan's tone was even colder.
"Didn't you say that you wanted to accumulate more experience with real life cases so you can write a good mystery novel?"
"Even so, there's no need to go all out, right? Staying up all night can cause sudden death."
Bai Muchuan did not reply for a long time.
Xiang Wan gave it a thought and felt that his words did not seem quite right.
It seemed as if there was some kind of hint?
She gave a frown as she couldn't make heads or tails of it. Then she grinned and sent another message, "Detective Bai, it's better go to bed early. I've slept and woken up. Goodnight!"
After sending the message, she read Second Young Master Mu's latest chapter two more times before putting down her mobile phone and typed an approximate 2,000-word review on the laptop and posted to her idol's review and comments section. After that, she yawned and lay on the bed.
She took a look at her mobile phone and found that Bai Muchuan had replied to her message.
"If you're able to continue writing the case with a similarity of around 80 to 90 percent before the police solved it, I can make a request to the higher-ups to make an exceptional appointment to employ you as the advisor for the Criminal Investigation Unit…"
Eh? Eh? Eh?
Xiang Wan took a deep breath and rubbed her eyes a few times before she was sure—she did not see wrongly!
Is Bai Muchuan crazy? Employ me as an advisor?
She did not even have the graduation certificate and the degree certificate from Zhong Zheng. It was obviously impossible to become a legal advisor.
If so, what would be her employment? An inference expert? A master with the supernatural ability to foresee cases?
Pffft!
Xiang Wan was amused by her own thoughts, and she was more energized now.
I'll write!
Second Young Master Mu had said that the murderer might not be hiding in the dark, but could be out in the open, under the sun.
With regards to this aspect, it was in line with the direction of her original main outline.
Since she was currently unable to deduce the direction of the real case, why not write it according to her already established general outline?
Right! She's writing her novel "Murder The Dream Guy", not "The Actual Records of 720 Case". She should not deviate from her original direction.
After thinking it through, Xiang Wan found it much easier to write.
She had already thought out her original outline as well as the finer details of the story plot. She gritted her teeth and pulled herself out of the bed.
…
Nevertheless.
She was still too naive.
How was it possible to write the whole case in just one night?
In the morning, she sent the document to Bai Muchuan. 
Bai Muchuan got Nanny Li to bring the breakfast over to her as well as giving her an order before he went to work—to continue writing and not leave the house until she finished the entire plot for the case.
"… What?"
D*rn it!
This is too incredulous!
Xiang Wan totally could not figure out the reasoning behind Bai Muchuan's actions. 
Both of them had nothing to do with each other—wasn't it too absurd for her to continue staying in his house?
They were not friends, not relatives, and neither were they lovers. Such a strange relationship made her uncomfortable and sticky; especially when facing Nanny Li's ambiguous gaze and Bai Lu's killer eyes, she was particularly exasperated.
What the hell is this?
Could it be that her plot matched with the case development again?
Did Detective Bai think that she had supernatural powers in terms of making inferences for the case?
Or, did he think that her life could be in danger?
When she thought of this possibility, Xiang Wan felt a quiver of fear.
Seriously, from the time the case happened till now, there were some matters that she was unable to explain herself.
With that being the case, which place could be a safer option than staying in a detective's house for her to continue writing?
Write! Stay and write!
…
Two days later, it was sunshine after rain.
It was July 27, where the day was welcomed by sunshine.
On that day, it was the seventh day of tycoon Zhao Jiahang's death. The case had once again taken a horrifying turn.
"Murder The Dream Guy" was consecutively updated for three days, the case in the book had undergone a series of dramatic reversal of events.
Ah Sheng was not the murderer!
Him being arrested by the police was not what was previously stated. He had deliberately planned in a way for the police to apprehend him. He was actually the scapegoat that the murderer had cleverly planted to take the blow.
The one who tampered with the SUV was Er Niu.
Before her death, she had tampered with the SUV to murder the tycoon, who was the dream guy of many women. However, before Zhao Jiahang had gotten into the fatal accident, she had died of heart failure.
The one who killed her was actually tycoon Zhao Jiahang himself.
He killed her, buried her, yet he died in the hands of his victim.
It sounded a little convoluted. The ending was even more convoluted.
The author threw another mysterious hint at the conclusion of the case—they were all dead, they were all murderers, and yet they were not the actual murderer.
The real murderer…
He… might be smiling under the sun.
…
An hour after Xiang Wan published her update on July 27, the police released the latest development of the case on their official Weibo.
The result was almost the same as the novel.
After thorough investigations, Wang Tongsheng was not the real murderer.
The half fingerprint found on Zhao's SUV actually belonged to the dead Er Niu.
Er Niu's death was not accidental as well. She was murdered by Zhao Jiahang.
The victim was the murderer, the murderer was the victim.
They had died. They were murderers, and yet they were not the murderer.
At the end of their statement, the editor of the official police Weibo even issued a warning by summarizing Second Young Master Mu and Xiang Wan's novel:
"The real murderer maybe smiling under the sun. However, what he did not know is, being under the sun may not always be safe but expose himself instead, giving an opportunity for the police to nab him."


Aspiring author Xiang Wan was deemed hopeless by her family and better off married when her fourth novel still did not do well. 
Just as she started to doubt herself and wonder if she should continue to pursue her dream as an author, things take an unexpected turn when a dazzling guy appears before her and she was taken away by the police as a prime suspect of a murder case.
A murder had taken place and the details were eerily similar to her mystery novel. 
From then on, her life turned topsy-turvy.
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Translator Review:
This is a novel encompassed with mystery, ethics, family ties, and romance. Of course, the highlights of this book are the murder cases. 
Although it’s a modern setup where none of the characters have a system or any other cheats, the Author managed to delight me with her writing, creative plots and a good pace without dragging her story. 
I marvel at the way the Author links up the clues and plot to explain the individual cases as well as paving the way to unravel the huge conspiracy behind the individual murders. Romantic plots are light-hearted so readers could take a breather from the plots of gruesome murders.
Frequency of release:  1 chapter/daily

And here's the main thing, then re-read everything, edit it and leave the story short as the dough. For 1-2 months. then come back (if at this moment you will remember something about the novel, then try reading it from scratch. You will not like it much and delete it. But the novel will be more interesting and lively, will sparkle with new colors!

The idea is over, but in practice, you need to look!

Do not forget that in the short story the most important thing is how the characters communicate with each other! Therefore, "live dialogues" are needed!

But I have a tense relationship with them!


Dara said, "Well, that's all, nothing happens with this dialogue!"

The reader said, "phew, I don't want to read all the time that Dara said something."

Dara "Damn well, and how then to build a dialogue!"

Reader. "Learn the material part "that is, study other novels, see how the dialogue is built there!"

"Dialogue ... each author has his own way," thought the gift.

The reader "needs action to happen!"

Dara: "What the hell are you talking about!"

Reader: "This is not garbage! This is the basics of writing!"

Dara: "Well, you give bro! How can I write dialogue? Put a dash, a colon, write a tale, that, or just put my name Dara?"

Reader: "Look in yourself, look in a circle, and you will understand how to write"!

Dara: "Well, you and an eccentric! I don't understand how to write a damn ?!"

Reader: "Well, I also don't understand this well, but I don't like how your dialogues are composed, and your English is not so good!"

Dara: "Can I bite your nose off?"

Reader: "This is not civilized! No! I am against"!

Dara: "It's a pity, it's a pity! Well, I still do not understand how to write dialogs!"


And yes, this author's voice-over says, don't write big sentences! Share them! Do not get involved in the dialogue. It should not be big!

Do not forget about the choice, you should always have a choice !!! Darn! Sometimes it's better not to choose anything at all! The Chinese are right in their war strategy! But you need a choice ... you'll go straight, you'll get sides, you'll go to the left, they will deceive you and you won't give anything as always! And if you go to the right, you will have to tell the truth as it is to the big boss that he is fundamentally wrong. And he draws and blacklist and includes and takes a vow of begging, and also assigns a surveillance service.

So the Chinese method is better, do not go anywhere at all. This is also a kind of choice. As the Americans say, this is your choice and you are not the victim of your choice! (the latter they say later when the choice is made).

Reader: The author was a bad joke?

Author: and I can exclude you from the text block!

Reader: I was mistaken, you are such a fine fellow author, you are right, write what you want. But don't rule me out!

And yes, you must remember that there are many short stories, there are visual ones, there is the web, there are easy novels, and there are still classic novels.

Everywhere its subtleties, everywhere its dimensions, its rules, and exceptions to them.

Well, so far somehow!

But the question with the Jiang Magic Coin remains, for now, to finish and rewrite in the new version? or continue?

As with the text form or text block itself, with writing dialogs, how to write dialogue is more or less clear, but how it should look in the text is still a mystery ????? !!!!

Thoughts of why and why stories are written.

All the same English, he has not improved in 18 days.

I'll figure something out, try to correct the text.

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