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"There's still something missing." Chris said thoughtfully. "We're still missing something. I mean after hearing the story of Mr Crouch, he doesn't strike me as a person who'll help someone out of generosity. So why's he so worried about Bertha Jorkins?"
"I also found out something interesting there." Sirius said, looking impressed by Chris. "When I was looking through the Daily Prophet news, I saw Bagman blustering on about how bad Bertha's memory is. I thought, maybe she's changed since I knew her, but the Bertha I knew wasn't forgetful at all — quite the reverse. She was a bit dim, but she had an excellent memory for gossip. It used to get her into a lot of trou­ble; she never knew when to keep her mouth shut."
"Then what happened to her?" Hermione asked.
"I did a little bit digging about Bertha, and his carrier after Hogwarts." Sirius said. "You won't believe what I found out. According to few Ministry employees, Bertha's memory was suddenly effected when she returned from a vacation. Everyone thought maybe she had an some kind of accidents."
"That can happen to anyone. What's surprising in that?" Harry said blankly.
"Here the surprise is, guess she was working for whom, that time?" Sirius asked.
"Mr Crouch." Chris and Hermione said at once.
"Exactly. She was working with Crouch that time. I thought about it, Bertha loosing memory when she was under Crouch and after her disappearance Crouch's personal effort to look for her, there have to be a connection somewhere."
"There's no coincidence in Wizarding world." Chris said seriously. "There must be some connection. I can think of only one thing which can effect a persons memory that badly in Wizarding world."
"Memory charm." Hermione answered. "What if someone put a memory charm on her and Mr Crouch knew about it."
"I was thinking the same." Chris said.
"I agree, that's the only possibility." Sirius sighed. "Bertha was always nossy, so maybe she knew something confidential and Crouch is trying to save the secret. But he's ill now, even not coming to the Ministry office anymore, doesn't sound like him though; but the truth is there is no sign of him. He's giving orders to Ron's brother, what's his name.. Percy. Yes, I saw him at the Ministry working for Crouch."
There was a strong silence.
"Listen I'm telling this to you because I want you to be more careful now on." Sirius continued. "Chris, I saw when the Dragon attacked the stands, I was there. I tried to reach but you were quick that's a good thing. But it was not normal for a dragon so I want each one of you to be more careful until the end of the tournament."
The four of them nodded.
"Very well then. Let's have some butterbeer on three broomsticks, what do you say?" Sirius grinned.
And all of them set off to three broomsticks.
"How are you doing with your second task Harry?" Sirius asked. "Solved the golden egg?"
"I reckon I've got a pretty good idea what it's about now," Harry said.
"Well done." Sirius grabbed his shoulder. "Then I must say, you inherited Lily's intelligence."
"...er..." Harry looked embarrassed. "What about Dad?"
"James." Sirius smiled. "He was brave, great Quidditch player but our brains were always in trouble making."
They all entered three broomsticks.
"Madam Rosmerta!" Sirius roared.
"Black." She smiled and came towards them.
"How are you? You're still as beautiful as the last time I saw you." Sirius said and kissed her hand.
"Oh stop it. Go and find a table. I'm sending the drinks for you all." She grinned and went back.
All five of them sat on a corner table. Sirius was telling them stories of his school days. 
"And one time, me and James went to fight the Giant Squid." Sirius said laughing. "We were in third year that time. Remus was so angry when he found out. We lied, saying we were interested to see the mermaids...." he continued. "And so many times Lily caught us sneaking around the castle at night. We used to hid under James's invisibility cloak after that."
"Hello, Mr Black." Fred and George came.
"How are you boys?" Sirius asked fondly. "Heard about your new invention. Truly inspiring."
Fred and George sat and to everyone's surprise confessed that they were trying to sell their inventions, and that's why they were writing to Bagman.
"Why didn't you asked me?" Sirius said seriously. "I can talk to Zonko. But I suggest you to open your own shop. Create your own thing."
"That's a great idea Mr Black but...." before George finished an unpleasant voice interrupted.
"Mr Black." 
It was Rita Skeeter. 
"How lovely!" She beamed at them. "How about a interview? You and Harry..."
"I wouldn't come near you with a ten-foot broomstick," said Harry furiously. "What did you do that to Hagrid for, eh?"
Rita Skeeter just reminded them about Hagrid. Hermione, Chris, Ron and Harry all of them were glaring at her. Rita Skeeter raised her heavily penciled eyebrows.
"Our readers have a right to the truth, Harry. I am merely doing my ..." she tried to come close to their table.
"Who cares if he's half-giant?" Harry shouted. "There's nothing wrong with him!"
The whole pub had gone very quiet. Madam Rosmerta was star­ing over from behind the bar, apparently oblivious to the fact that the flagon she was filling with mead was overflowing.
Rita Skeeter's smile flickered very slightly, but she hitched it back almost at once; she snapped open her crocodile-skin handbag, pulled out her Quick-Quotes Quill, and said, "How about giving me an interview about the Hagrid you know, Harry? The man be­hind the muscles? Your unlikely friendship and the reasons behind it. Would you call him a father substitute?"
"This is forth time I'm telling you Rita," Sirius got up smiling but that smile wasn't really friendly one. "I'm Harry's Godfather and I don't want you to be around him. And about that interview, you're a capable women, you can write about anyone, without taking their interview. Isn't it like this always?"
Rita Skeeter narrowed her eyes.
"I tell the truth Mr Black. It's my job." She said coldly.
"Your job?" Chris got up. "What is it? Making stories about people? Writing fictions on news paper?"
"You don't know me little girl, you've no idea what I can do." Rita Skeeter said grinning.
"If you're thinking to write about me again, then go on." Chris folded her hand in front her chest. "Let me tell you something Miss Skeeter, I don't give a damn what you write about me."
Rita Skeeter glared at Chris, she didn't take her eyes off.
"I don't know about you, Rita but we all have our lives to think about, you see, we all are really busy." Sirius said and signed them to follow him out.
They all got up and followed Sirius out one by one. Many people were staring at them as they went. Chris glanced back as they reached the door. Rita Skeeter's Quick-Quotes Quill was out; it was zooming backward and forward over a piece of parchment on the table.
"Now you lot back to castle before she grabs any of you." Sirius said hugging Harry once more. "And take care."

"We're going to Hagrid's." Chris said as they entered the castle grounds. "That's enough, Hagrid isn't hiding anymore! That Skeeter can't control our lives. First that new Professor and now this Rita Skeeter. I'd enough."
Chris, Harry, Ron and Hermione ran through the grounds to Hagrid's cabin.
The curtains were still drawn, and they could hear Fang barking as they approached.
"Hagrid!" Chris shouted, pounding on his front door. "Ha­grid, that's enough! We know you're in there!Nobody cares if your mum was a giantess, Hagrid! If you're not going to open this time I'm going to break it. We need our Care of Magical Creatures teacher back. You can't avoid us...."
The door opened. "Anymore!" Chris completed and then stopped, very suddenly, because she had found herself face-to-face, not with Hagrid, but with Albus Dumbledore.
"Good afternoon," he said pleasantly, smiling down at them.
"Professor.... er.... we wanted to see Hagrid," said Chris, while thinking she just threatened Hagrid in front of Dumbledore.
"Yes, I surmised as much," said Dumbledore, his eyes twinkling. "Why don't you come in?"
"Umm... okay." Chris said and she, Hermione, Ron and Harry went into the cabin; Fang launched him­self upon Chris the moment she entered, barking madly and trying to lick her face. Chris hugged him fondly and looked around.
Hagrid was sitting at his table, where there were two large mugs of tea. He looked a real mess. His face was blotchy, his eyes swollen, and he had gone to the other extreme where his hair was con­cerned; far from trying to make it behave, it now looked like a wig of tangled wire.
"Hi, Hagrid," said Harry.
Hagrid looked up.
" 'Lo," he said in a very hoarse voice.
"More tea, I think," said Dumbledore, closing the door behind, drawing out his wand, and twiddling it; a revolving tea tray appeared in midair along with a plate of cakes. Dumbledore magicked the tray onto the table, and everybody sat down. Fang jumped into Chris's lap, Chris scratched him, looking at Dumbledore. There was a slight pause, and then Dumbledore said, "Did you by any chance hear what Miss Norton was shouting, Hagrid?"
"I wasn't really going to break the door." Chris whispered.
Dumbledore smiled at her and continued, "They still seem to want to know you, judging by the way they were attempting to break down the door."
"Of course we still want to know you!" Harry said, staring at Hagrid. "You don't think anything that Skeeter cow — sorry, Pro­fessor," he added quickly, looking at Dumbledore.
"I have gone temporarily deaf and haven't any idea what you said, Harry," said Dumbledore, twiddling his thumbs and staring at the ceiling.
"Er — right," said Harry sheepishly. "I just meant — Hagrid, how could you think we'd care what that — woman — wrote about you?"
Two fat tears leaked out of Hagrid's beetle-black eyes and fell slowly into his tangled beard.
"Living proof of what I've been telling you, Hagrid," said Dum­bledore, still looking carefully up at the ceiling. "I have shown you the letters from the countless parents who remember you from their own days here, telling me in no uncertain terms that if I sacked you, they would have something to say about it .."
"Not all of 'em," said Hagrid hoarsely. "Not all of 'em wan' me ter stay."
"All of the people in school don't like me much either, do they?" Chris said still patting Fang. "If you're going to think about the people like Malfoy then I don't know what to say. Weren't you the one, who told me and Hermione that there is nothing wrong to be muggle-borns? Now you're hiding in this cabin for the same reason."
"Yeh — yeh're not half-giant!" said Hagrid croakily. "That's different."
"So what Hagrid?" Chris said angrily. "We don't know who your mother was. We just know you and I feel that's enough for me. You're the person who loves every creature and never hurt anyone. No matter what people think you're the best Care of Magical Creatures teacher for us."
"Yes. Come back and teach, Hagrid," said Hermione quietly, "please come back, we really miss you."
Hagrid gulped. More tears leaked out down his cheeks and into his tangled beard.
Dumbledore stood up. "I think Miss Norton told you everything I was asking you to understand. So I refuse to accept your resignation, Hagrid, and I expect you back at work on Monday," he said. "You will join me for breakfast at eight-thirty in the Great Hall. No ex­cuses. Good afternoon to you all."
Dumbledore left the cabin, pausing only to scratch Fang's ears. When the door had shut behind him, Hagrid began to sob into his dustbin-lid-sized hands.
"C'mon Hagrid, Chris punched Malfoy for you and got detention." Ron said. "Can I have one of these cakes, Hagrid?"
Hagrid looked up, "Help yerself" he said to Ron then looked at Chris. "Yeh shouldn't 've Chris."
"It's alright. I don't get detention much. Now tell me are you going to face the world confidently or still going to hide here for rest of your life?" Chris said.
"Great man, Dumbledore … great man …" said Hagrid, wiping his eyes on the back of his hand. "Ar, he's righ', o' course — yeh're all righ' … I bin stupid … my ol' dad woulda bin ashamed o' the way I've bin behavin'. …" More tears leaked out, but he wiped them away more forcefully, and said, "Never shown you a picture of my old dad, have I? Here …"
Hagrid got up, went over to his dresser, opened a drawer, and pulled out a picture of a short wizard with Hagrid's crinkled black eyes, beaming as he sat on top of Hagrid's shoulder. Hagrid was a good seven or eight feet tall, judging by the apple tree beside him, but his face was beardless, young, round, and smooth — he looked hardly older than eleven.
Chris smiled seeing the picture.

"Your daughter is a witch, Mr Norton."
"A what?"

A perfectly normal girl's world turns upside down when she was informed that she is a witch and she will attend the Wizarding school Hogwarts. 

A story of a muggle-born witch who has to face the problems created by the dark lord and many more unknown dangers. 

Her journey is much more than any other student. She is specially chosen for something. Join her and see the Magical world from her point of view.



Disclaimer: Jk Rowling owns the Original Harry Potter series.  I don't.

P.S: This is my first time writing a novel.

*Don't read if you don't want spoilers!*



Hi everyone! I'm finally back from my several summer camps! They were part slight torture, overly friendly counselors, some weird kids(including myself of course), and no sleep! How fun! Well, I'll upload the chapter sometime next week... I didn't realize that I've been putting the story off for practically a month...

Anyways, here are some answers! ^^

Q: Would xiao lai ever find another man or would we have basically zomhuman xing x human lai?

A: Xiao Lai will find another love! But this love will be hard to attain but sweet in the end! And this time, he's the one being pursued! 

I wanted to write about Zhang Xing's "death" and his rejection because not everyone gets a happy ending and not everyone is accepting. Love isn't always mutual. Zhang Xing, for instance, was accepting of LGBTQ folks, but he didn't want to become one of them. That's understandable and it's common in real life.

I was tempted to make Zhang Xing disgusted by the confession, but I thought that that would be too much...


Q: I can't remember if this has been mentioned, but is there set stages for zombie evolution?

A: "Zombies were sensitive to smell and sound. They stayed in the dark and didn't dare come out into the light for too long until they were level 3 or mutants."

"Level one zombies are stronger than humans and more like Olympic athletes and are very fast, unlike the slow zombies in old movies. But they are also very stupid and corroded. A scratch or bite will turn you into one of them in half an hour so I took precaution and wrapped my clothes in the duct tape. I didn't bring any specialized clothing, so this would have to do for now."

"Every zombie has a core but level one cores aren't very useful. They only help a little with leveling up."

The above are quotes from previous chapters that I wrote but never specified on... Yeah, there should be levels... I'll make a chart later to make it easier to recognize them! ^^;


Q: Do you take pleasure in torturing us, readers?

A: Hmm... As an author yes... If I was a reader, I'd probably hate myself too! ^^


Q: What'll happen to Xiao Bing's love life?

A: Wolfina -
"I think she will be spunky and that even if she fell in love it would be a war and thanks for the hard work author."

She gave the first answer for Xiao Bing's future, so I'll go along with it! 


Q: Something I had in mind was that will we see the parents of the MC again? Not to be mistaken, I dislike them, but I would like to know how they ended up.

A: Eh... Well, yes, you'll see them again. But not too soon. In this life, they don't live very good lives.


Q: bout that, what is the range of age creatures in this apocalypse is?

A: Good question! I was hoping someone would ask this!

Mutant Animals: Definitely longer lives, probably 80 for most animals. For specific creatures, maybe they'll be like legendary bosses and live up to thousands of years...

Mutant Plants: I'd have to say, unless they're destroyed, they'll thrive.

Zombies: I think they'll "live" forever...

Regular Humans: At most 60 because they probably can't take the inhumane conditions of the newly turned world. Ey, get it? Inhumane? ...Shouldn't have tried. Sorry.

Regular Plants & Animals: Their life spans would be shorter because they probably won't be able to survive with stronger mutated species around and the changed environment won't be nice to them.

Ability-Using Humans: They live at least 130 years and they age a lot less too. So even if they're really old, they'll look considerably more youthful.

Zombie-Reagent Humans: With the addition of the zombie reagent, Shui Yu's people will live very long lives. I'm thinking 300 at the very least and longer. But then I have to take account of the population too... Well, I guess the community's just going to get bigger.


Q: I think the questions no 3 will she be able to get true love or not

A: Xiao Bing will find true love someday. Maybe.  I just can't imagine who her partner will be... ^^; And when she does fall in love, it'll be a huge mess for her and everyone else around her. Not bad trouble probably since I hate soap opera drama, but the good and weird trouble.


So, hope you guys liked it and ask more questions! I like interacting with you guys... I don't seem that weird or scary, do I?

Even before the apocalypse, Shui Yu's family and life were falling apart. So when he went back to the time when he was born, he tried hard to prepare and teach his siblings so that they would not be separated in this lifetime. But even though he was very OP(too OP in fact), troubles came his way. He just wanted to get rid of boredom and travel the world... but who's that mad scientist chasing him?

Shui Yu: Why're you chasing me?
Mad Scientist: You're my past life's lover!
Shui Yu: Bullsh*t! I don't remember you! Get away from me!
Mad Scientist: I'll make you remember me, starting with your body...

In fact, this is a very dark but sappy story of two very OP individuals falling in love~

Reminder: This is a slow romance novel, so expect to get to the ML by chapter 70! And the apocalypse starts at chapter 45, so please don't comment or review about the novel being so slow or for me to hurry up with the story. If you read the <Not an Update>, you'll know how I deal with rude reviewers.

Warning: This is BL, Danmei, fujoshi/fudanshi crap, etc. And the cover isn't mine. I edited it perfectly, but it's still not mine. The beautiful work belongs to its rightful artist~

#2 for Writing prompt #27: Reunion of a Separated couple

Rita knew that she did not have a great reputation in the magical community.

In fact, most of the people, even those who liked her work, called her a gossip queen at best and a slandering whore at worst.

And it was all true.

There was a time when she was younger when she spent all her time trying to get the best possible news to her readers in a true and honorable way.

But such thoughts quickly went down the road when few people read her articles and even those who read them told her that her writing was immensely boring and lack the flare of other writers who wrote more gossip in their articles than the truth.

She tried to fight against it. Kept trying to bring write better articles regarding the truth but people only liked the articles written by those gossip mongers.

It wasn't until the Daily Prophet almost stopped publishing all her articles and gave her the ultimatum that she either write a 'quality' article or find herself some another job that she realized that truth of the situation.

The public didn't want to hear the truth from her.

Truth is usually boring at best and hurtful at worst.

That was why her colleagues who wrote articles filled with gossip were so much more successful than her and she realized that if she didn't change her ways then she would be left behind by everyone.

That was the day that the 'Rita Skeeter' that everyone now knew her as was born.

After making the decision to defeat her colleagues in their own game, she started making full use of her animagus ability to find the most scandalous thing that she could and wrote it in an even worse light before giving it to her editor.

It wasn't until the Daily Prophet started selling like hot cakes and she started gaining compliments for her 'great literary work' that she finally accepted the truth.

And from that day onward, she started writing gossiping and slandering articles for a living.

There was of course a little bit of truth in her articles but she always twisted it in the worst possible way so that it would become more entertaining for her readers.

That was how she became the Journalist with the largest following in the Daily Prophet.

Of course, it was not all sunshine and rainbows for her as the people she slandered and gossiped about usually tried to get her back in one way or another but she was a survivor and adapted according to the situation as required of her in order to keep moving forward.

But Magical Britain was a small world with a population of less than 20,000 witches and wizards in total. And there was only so much dirt she could find before she started scraping from the bottom.

Which was why she became so happy and excited whenever something big and new happens in the world.

And those advertisement posters showing Albus Dumbledore and Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived was exactly what she needed for a great article.

From what she'd heard, Harry Potter, a boy said to be a once in a century genius in charms had created some kind of hand-held device that works like Floo and allows the user to contact anyone that he wanted.

The moment she heard this tidbit of information, she knew that this was going to be big.

And she would not be 'Rita Skeeter' if she could not find some dirt under this whole situation and find some way to slander this new device or write some gossip about Harry Potter and Albus Dumbledore.

And in order to find that dirt, she would first have to dig into this whole situation and familiarize herself with the ongoings of this new shop.

That was why she turned into a beetle (her animagus form) and climbed at the back of head of a man who seemed to be an employee in the new Shop where those hand-held devices called Magical Phones would be sold.

As the man was about to enter the shop, she saw a few guards placed near the entrance.

And wasn't that an interesting tidbit of information right there.

This shop was probably the only one in the whole Diagon Alley which had guards near it's entrance.

Why was that?

Was there something dangerous inside the shop?

Were the shop owners afraid of something?

Was Harry Potter selling something illegal in there?

Oh… the article that she could write from just that little bit of information would be an instant sell out. And she hadn't even entered the shop.

She hoped that she had her Quick Quotes quill and her notepad with her so that she could make instant notes on the whole situation.

But she couldn't do so in her animagus form and the people would not allow her entrance to the shop willingly so she didn't have a choice at the moment.

She would just have to rely on her excellent memory and the pensieve back in her home this time.

As she lamented over the lack of her quill and notepad, the man climbed the stairs (and why were there stairs in a shop in the first place) and entered the shop whose front was entirely made up of glass.

As she was taking it in, the man entered the shop and she was floored when a very beautiful witch came in her sight.

No… this woman was not a witch at all but a Veela.

What was a Veela doing in Magical Britain?

Not that Veelas were not allowed to come here but their treatment as third class citizens made sure that they stayed away from this wizarding community.

Oh… now she felt more alive than ever. Guards at the entrance. Front wall made up of nothing but glass. A Veela as a receptionist. And…

8 Fireplaces???

What?

Rita looked around the shop in order to find the Magical Phones that all the advertisement posters indicated toward but found that the whole shop was empty except for those eight Fireplaces.

The eight fireplaces were divided into two parts. One being the exit and another being the entry.

She was so surprised by this whole turn of events that she didn't even realize that she was sitting on top of had already gone inside one of the fireplace with a pinch of Floo Powder in his hands.

Then she heard him say "Magical Mall" and then the green flames enveloped the both of them.

She wanted to check that shop for a bit longer but this was just as well.

The green flames receded and the man she was riding came out of the Floo and walked forward into a…

She didn't have the time to think anymore as she felt the sensation of crossing a ward line and red lights suddenly started flaring all over the place and she realized that they knew about her presence.

Shit…

She cursed her luck for being caught like this.

But perhaps if she stayed hidden in his hair, then no one would notice her?

That was as far as her thoughts went before a heavy pressure from the wards descended on her and she lost her consciousness.


Author's Note:- Thoughts from the point of one Rita Skeeter.

Despite how Rita is shown as a gossip monger in the movie and is described as someone who would fall to any lengths to write delicious story for her reads, I believe that she must have once at least tried to write good and honest articles before being hit by the heavy hammer or reality which forced her to change and adapt in order to become the writer who had the biggest following at this point.

Hope you like the chapter.

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Disclaimer- Harry Potter belongs to J.K Rowling.


Transmigration into Harry Potter world as Harry, hell yeah. There’s so much to explore in magic that other’s never did.

Dumbledrore?
Fuck him.

Canon Plot?
Fuck that too.

Voldemort?
Hmm… how to best make use of that dumb cunt who turned me into his living horcrux.

Ah… and there are a few girls in here that I always fancied so tagging them along is just a natural thing to do. Not too many. Just two or three would be best.

Now that I’m here, I’ll carve my own path for the future and if I fuck up everyone else’s life in the process. Who cares?



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It seems that no matter what the origin of the fake mad demon in the sky was, Lanina's status in the military hadn't wavered as as soon as she ordered the a protal to be opened, the demons immediately complied. It seemed that aside from flying, the only way to get to Helcrown in the sky was through the teleportation portal.
An obsidian colossus came up and half-kneeled in front of them, the alloy cover on the chest of the colossus opened, revealing its dark-red shining energy core. Two barrel-like dark dwarfs climbed up the colossus, activating the core before the air in front of the energy core began to warp: apparently it was a mobile teleportation portal inbuilt into the colossus.
Sure enough, knowledge is power - the demonic army was definitely the world's most high-tech army...
Y'zaks looked on with a blank expression, no one knew what was on his mind. At the moment, Biggie had appeared to be more enigmatic than anyone else.
After a moment, the portal was activated, and a seven-meter-high warped door was opened in the chest of the colossus. The door was large enough that even Lily could march into it with her head held high. The demon commander raised its hand and gestured, "Please come in."
Hao Ren glanced at Lanina who nodded at him signalling that everything was fine. They then followed the demon commander and walked into the warped door.
The other demons and black dwarfs had also queued up and went into the warped door but the obsidian colossi stayed back: these colossi could activate another teleporting mechanism to send themselves back to Helcrown, but for the moment, they would stay out there for any contingencies.
The colossi walked in their heavy footsteps returning to the rocky foothill where they crouched down one by one. In the blink of an eye, they disguised themselves as ordinary boulders—when Helcrown floated in the sky, they had to serve as sentinels below.
Meanwhile, Hao Ren and his entourage were sent to a majestic rotunda after a moment of weightlessness.
The hall had a radius of 100 meters, and was cast with a solemnly dark-colored metal. Every outer walls had the same neatly-arranged vertical ridges as that of Helcrown city. Each ridge had a shining glow to it as if the whole hall was powered by some kind of magic. The floor was covered in smooth gray brick stones, and a huge demonic rune array shimmering in greenish light was in the centre which echoed the faint light on the ridges of the walls.
As soon as Hao Ren opened his eyes, he was stunned by the granduer of the hall. He turned to Y'zaks and said, "It's magnificent!"
Y'zaks just smiled and didn't say a word. He still couldn't figure out what it was all about, so he wanted to observe a little while longer before he revealed his own identity.
The demon commander motioned the other demons to leave as he would personally took Hao Ren and his entourage meeting the 'mad demon king'. "Please come with me. The king would be pleased to see you— especially the great sage, your arrival is a pleasant surprise, the king will be very pleased."
Hao Ren and his men followed the demon commander walking out of the hall to a broad and magnificent corridor. As Lily hadn't a chance to morph so she was still on four. Her eyes darted around curiously, and looked up from time to time as if she was worried that she was going to hit the ceiling if she wasn't careful. As Hao Ren and Vivian were walking right in front of Lily, they had to speed up their pace to avoid getting stepped on by the giant husky who mightn't see them.
The demon commander turned and looked at the trio respectfully as it recalled the moment it was being pounced upon by the vicious dog. It said admiringly, "You guys are an amazing team of bitch, man, and woman ..."
Still marvelling at the weird reliefs on both sides of the corridor, the words suddenly struck Hao Ren. He glared at the demon commander. "What did you just say?"
The genuinely ignorant demon commander hadn't a clue as it pointed at Lily, Hao Ren, and Vivian matter-of-coursely. "Dog, male, female ..."
The usually mild-tempered Vivian was dumbstruck. She turned and looked at Lanina and said, "... That's how the people in your home town speak?"
Lanina was also baffled. "What's wrong? Aren't you three a dog, a man, and a woman?"
Lily could understand but she couldn't talk. She could only keep shaking her head and made sound. "WOOF-WOOF-WOOF—"
Although no one knew what she was trying to say but one thing was certain: it wasn't a good word judging from her angry look: it's not that you could see husky's angry face everyday.
It was only at this time that Y'zaks woke up from his deep thought. He patted Hao Ren's shoulder and said, "Ahem, please don't be offended. Here in our hometown, people are normally say thing lietrally." Having said that, he nodded thoughtfully. "I've never thought of that before, but you three do fit the words."
Hao Ren's face turned black. "What kind of culture is that?"
The demon commander seemed to be confused. It hadn't a clue what wrong it had done that had wrranted the anger of the guest. Though Lanina was just as clueless, she still comforted their own man. "Don't worry, perhaps it has only something to do with the dialect."
It wasn't known how long they had been walking in the long, deep corridor as they finally came to the end of it. They saw in front of them a heavy, thick door, which was made of brass, with twelve demon-like images engraved on it and a warning on top the door in demonic text: Check Before Leaving The House, Remember to Turn Off The Light And Lock The Door.
Hao Ren froze for a moment. "... Seriously?"
"Why not?" Y'zaks felt strange at Hao Ren's question. "Don't you write this over at your office? We do the same thing here."
Hao Ren widemouthed, almost going crazy. "Wouldn't it suppose to have a poetic phrase in such a grand building? If you don't prefer poetic phrases, you can always write something like 'WHOEVER PASSES THROUGH THIS DOOR SHALL LEAVE YOUR SOUL BEHIND' or 'OUR JOURNEY IS THE STARS'! At least that would match the grandeur of Helcrown..."
Y'zaks thought for a moment, then scratched his chin and asked, "Then why don't you hang a 'SAVING MANKIND FROM THE SEA OF MISERY' at the front door of your house? Isn't your job title pope?"
Hao Ren was speechless. He was tempted to reason with Y'zaks but thought better of it. He pondered for a long while and realised that not everyone was paying attention to details. He said gently, "After all, this is Helcrown—Don't all former residences of great men have some famous quotes hanging on their front doors?"
Y'zaks smiled wryly and said, "That's because their places have been turned into museums. Look, my place is still occupied by living people."
Hao Ren was speechless again. As it turned out, normal people and demons had real differences in perspectives.
As Hao Ren was talking to Y'zaks in earth language, the demon commander hadn't a clue what they were talking about. It hemmed twice and said, "The king is waiting inside. Please get inside."
Hao Ren staunchly stepped forward and opened the door, what lay inside was a very wide throne hall. The rectangular hall was brightly lit, the walls were made of solemnly pure copper and black iron, countless sculptures of demons and other races lined on both sides of the hall, and at the end of the hall was a golden-red throne where the 'mad demon king' was sitting who seemed to have been waiting for them for a long time.
Although they were mentally prepared, they couldn't hold back their surprise when they saw the demon on the throne: it wan't that obvious from a distance, but when they moved closer, they found the one sitting on the throne was really almost identical to Y'zaks!
Hao Ren and his team kept quiet. Even Y'zaks himself hesitantly stood at a side pretending he was clueless. Only Lanina walked up, stared at the demon on the throne and said without salutation, "I'm back."
'Y'zaks' on the throne stood up slowly, his face seemed a bit agitated but slightly stiff, and his voice was obviously delighted. "Oh, Lanina ... it's so good see you safe and sound. Were you in the human world all these days?"
Lanina repeated her story as 'Y'zaks' on the throne listened and nodded. After a brief conversation with Lanina, it suddenly said, "In this case, you guys must be tired after the long journey. Let's go and get some rest first while I prepare a banquet. Lanina, by then I have a lot more to talk to you. So have a good rest."
After the brief meeting, they were politely ushered out.


As a person who is down-to-earth as well as a good Samaritan, Hao Ren desires to live the rest of his life as a benevolent landlord. Stumbling into a curious yet mysterious lady, he began his journey of “collecting” abnormal and supernatural tenants. 
His life only became more chaotic when he receives a labor contract from “God”. Discover the many races, myths and worlds that lie beyond what humans define as normal! This bizzare fantasy full of fun is sure to bring you on a crazy rollercoaster of emotions!

Hello every reader,

This is an important chapter for all readers,
In this chapter, 
I would like to explain about my novel. 
So that all readers could make their decision to read this or not. Or How to read this.
I don't want to waste a reader time as there were too many novels for them to read out there.

I have read many books since young, especially Chinese martial art novels and fantasy novels that make me see their own new creations.

But from my surrounding told me that I am wasting my time reading nonsense books.
To reply that, I wrote my novel as in Eastern fantasy martial novels.

This novel is written on many purpose. 
So,
It talks, ….. a lot in a first book.
In there, it explain what and why, the MC think and do, 
The MC thinking is very different from most other people thought.
MC thinking would be changing time to time depend on coming situation. 
So, if any reader saw, something is very different from the reader thought, 
Please wait and read later chapter, there would be another different situation and MC would think different.

In real life time, some people thought, they were wrong, 
But there is a question,
"Did you really do wrong back then?"

….

The MC in there is flexible, 
So, it is not good for someone, who holding firm something and thought,
 
"This is definitely right, and never wrong" they are not good for to read this novel.

Easy Example, 
"Money"
Some people thought,
"More Money More Good, Never Wrong with More Money."
If a reader really holding firm that kind of things and read this novel would only make the reader angry.
So, I suggested please don't be angry.

And The MC said these were bad things mean he is pointed to ME (Zmp) as I am bad, I lie, I kill, I scam, 
So, these all were not pointed at to any other, so don't angry if you found something making you angry.

Most of the things were written with reason but still there were some have no reason or reason hidden.

I have created many things, 
Power, it's levels and others things. 
'Most of all would be explained in logic but still some were not in logic.'

But I would not explain this until Book No.2,
From starting from Book No.2. 
I would write like other novel but still different. 

I have hidden many things, and it would be explain later chapter.

...….

I am not good in English, so there would be many mistakes.
If anyone found something is really wrong, and that make all reader could not understand.

'Please tell me, so that I could correct it,'

There were many mistakes, 
I leave it like that, as I thought many readers could understand and skip it.

....
"I wrote this novel in English
But that does not mean,
I am writing an English."
...…..

This is a walkthrough of a MC,
And wrote it from MC point of view,
So, the usage of the words would change as MC felt it.
 Please read it as a reader in the MC mind and felt what MC felt,
I wanted all my reader think deep inside of thing what MC did and said.

Thank
Zmp.

....

(Disclaimer:  All characters, organizations, places, cases and incidents in this novel are fictitious.)

Copy Right: I don't give my copy right to any.
This is a novel that I created, the more creations would come later and everything related is mine alone. I could not write all my creations now as this novel nature is in long serial. I don't give permission to anyone who try to use my idea for them profit and as their own.

Everyone who copy, translate or using my novel in other place without my approval mean: they all agreed to pay me 1 million USD per month. 

Support:
Please support me, reading it on 
https://www.webnovel.com/


...….
A short story for all who read my messages.
A short story I just created and it could be expanded to long and more detail.
…...
There were raining heavily,
A man with a gun walking around and check the surrounding area for food.
At the surrounding area, there was a big water dam.
At that time man who was looking for food, found something that shook him,
What he found was at the dam, and he knew everything about dam.
This dam would definitely collapse if he don't repair it. 
But he could not do it alone. 
So, he look at down toward the water dam, and he knew there were a village there. There were a military camp future down.
If the dam break and all the villagers and soldiers from that village, military camp and all living things surrounding area would die.
He could not wait until the dam collapse, and he don't have too much time.
He needed the help from villagers from that village to repair the dam So he rush down toward the village.
But there were some problem,
That villager lives were not his responsibility, because the man and these villagers were not from same country.
More over, they both were enemies countries, just a few days ago these villagers try to chase him and kill him. 
The soldiers from military camp were his enemies.
Even if he has a gun and villagers did not have gun. He did not want to kill them, so he run away.
That why he knew there were a village. 
If the dam collapsed and that was good for the man country. 
Now he was doing is betraying his mother country.
When he arrived to village, he got many injuries from rushing down there and he is so tired from rushing down.
And he hasn't eat for a few days. But he could not care.
When he got there the villagers were trying to attack him. But now he used his gun and quite down.
He tried to explain about dam but every stupid villagers don't care.
And someone tried to kill him with sneak attack while he was trying to explain.
And the man has to shot that man down as a defence. 
As the man don't have time, he threaten all villagers to follow his words.
And now all villagers follow his words.
They all tried to repair the dam in struggle but finally the dam was repaired.
Everyone so tired, especially the man.
As the dam was nothing happen, every stupid villagers thought the man with the gun was just torture them.
The man with the gun was so tired, that why he put down the gun and tried to rest.
And another man sneak attacked him strike him with rock many times on his head and face and kill the man who save them.
The man got suffer pain from his attacker, and too tired, all his body was cover with blood and his face was destroyed from rock smash.
He was in really pain and he know, he will die soon.
But at that time he saw a group of children they were staying a bit far from them.
He smile,
Finally he die while smiling,
But the story not end yet.
After he die,
The villager man who kill the man with gun become a hero reward by his country, as he who understand the responsibility to save his village people without caring his life.
And the man with gun was name as a devil, who used his gun to threaten, kill and torture all the villagers including children.
Even when that man die, he smile like a devil. 
And his mother county, name his as betrayer and kill his family. All his family curse him before they die.
Both countries leading people knew, the man with the gun save many people lives but this is what the counties do in reality.
....
"The Real Hero is someone who don't understand his responsibility but sacrifice everything, his life, his family, everything including his name as a devil or demon to save all other living things."
...
"I, Zmp, alone here salute all the real hero who sacrifice everything and die as a devil."
...…..

There were many people worship Bob Dylan,
I like his sound and some word too. 
But because of this should I close my eyes? 
For the first time, I saw a quotes what Bob Dylan said what was posted on Inkstone. I thought that these words were good.
But I felt something was missing I did not know what.
So I read it again and again, finally found two words,
Freedom: but that not too much problem.
But
Responsibility: to who, to what, what was a deep meaning inside of it?
A short story and 'responsibility' is a hint for everyone to think what was deep inside down there.
I don't think hero should not be like that.
14/10/2019
...…...

I here request to Webnovel site to change the words,

Bob Dylan said: I think of a hero as someone who understands the degree of responsibility that come with his or her freedom.

The degree of responsibility and responsibility is different.

Bob Dylan said that: Some people feel the rain. Other just get wet.

Thank
14/10/2019

There were people who try to run before they walk.
.
Who did not know, what is ABCD and trying to write eassy in English.
.
Without foundation, building a Skyscraper.
.
Who did not know, what is Magic and trying to used Nine Sun magical fist.
.
There is one Question,
What is magic?
.
Action start from Vol. 2, 
Skip for action, 
Read Vol.1, history later.

[A/N: Please read the announcement at the end of the chapter.]
Mu Lan was speechless at first thinking where he got so much confidence. "…I want to marry me that badly… I see. I will give you some lessons about being the perfect husband of Mu Lan. First lesson, don't you dare tell me what to do. In my family, I'll make the decision and my wish is the command that everyone has to follow including my husband. Hope you learn it well, brother-in-law." 
After she said that, she sat on a luxurious couch and turned on the television. She found a list of movies and dramas, and she chose one movie and began to watch it. She ignored Li Shen all the way to her trip. He had so much to ask, but he resigned for tonight.
Up until now, everything went according to her plan. She deliberately talked loudly when Hua Rong was talking to Li Shen. She had a feeling that he would come right after he heard her voice. He must have been worried since because of him she ended up in the ocean. The funny part was after he met her in the hospital and after that, he never asked her how she was doing or how she survived. While thinking of that she commented in her head, 'So where is his so-called love? He must have forgotten about it. That jerk! Tsk!' However, she didn't mention it aloud. Next, while talking in front of Zhuan Lei, she deliberately disclosed Hua Mei's origin and her not being the real daughter of Hua Rong and Zhuan Lei. It worked perfectly as he began to trail her and now, she was on the plane, going to Shanghai. She planned not only to take the gold key with her but also to mess up Li Shen, Hua Mei and Zhuan Lei for everything they had done to her. Since she got a chance to go to Shanghai for free with the legal permission of the owner, she would definitely take the chance to look for her precious gold key.
Mu Lan sighed. Unfortunately, someone was grabbing her hand and was fast asleep. She couldn't move because of that. She looked at Li Shen left hand that was grabbing her right hand and narrowed her eyes. 'I wish I could break those fingers of his.' Her eyes turned red thinking of how delicious it would sound making him scream in pain. She closed her eyes. 'I shouldn't get overboard. If they find out that I can change the color of my eyes, it will be more troublesome later on.'
Although she checked that there were no surveillance cameras anywhere, she shouldn't let her guard down. But she wanted to have some after-dinner snacks. Giving a glance at the sleeping man, she used her power to bring the spicy potato chips, French fries, and pizza close to her. She didn't forget to have red wine as well. It was a two-hours journey. Since she couldn't move, she used the wind to feed herself. She ate food slowly and drank red wine using her left hand. 
After she went to Li Shen's territory, there might not be any food for her. Who knew if he would add some drugs or anything in her meals? It would be better to fill her stomach as long as she could eat.
'If Liang Liang was here, he would be happy to see her eating like that. However, he doesn't like it when I eat junk food.' Thinking of Mu Liang, her eyes warmed up. She missed him so much. She couldn't sleep comfortably without his warmth. However, she needed to finish this task before going back to him. Right now, rather than him, her father was more important.
Two hours later, the private plane landed on the Shanghai private airport of Li Family. Li Shen opened his eyes. He pinched the place in between her eyebrows and turned his head on the left where she was sitting. He was startled to see her eating the third packet of potato chips. In front of their seats, there was a tea table and it was full of empty plates.  He was stunned to see her eating so carelessly. He looked down at his hand holding onto her. He couldn't think of any way her getting all the food when he was grabbing her hand. 
'Was all the food here all along?' He glanced at the cockpit. 'Maybe the pilot gave here the food while I was sleep.' He smiled. 'Well, it doesn't matter. At least she is eating beside me and let me hold her hand. I know, in no time, she will come back to me.' Thinking that he gave his dazzling smile and bid her good evening. It was already past midnight.
Mu Lan didn't even spare a glance at him. She continued to eat as if he was nothing but air. It made Li Shen upset. He pinched her chin, moved her face closer and forced her to look at him. "I said, good evening."
It hurt her chin and she frowned in dissatisfaction. She opened her mouth and burped loudly. As she didn't cover her mouth, the smell of potato chips, pizza, French fries and red wine mixed together and the odor was directed to Li Shen' As their faces were close, he was forced to smell the odd odor. He instantly moved away and covered his nose. He couldn't believe that she would do something so unladylike. 
Mu Lan wasn't bothered by him in the slightest. She finished her glass of wine, got up from the couch and headed towards the exit. The pilot opened the door for them. She stepped out of the plane and stretched her two hands to feel the cool wind. As the airport was beside the ocean, the wind was chilly. As her body was warm due to drinking alcohol for two hours, she welcomed the cool wind with open arms. It felt good.
Li Shen followed her. His face was icy cold. He didn't like her behavior at all. A back Mercedes was waiting for them and the chauffeur opened the door of the car for them. 
Before she started walking, Li Shen grabbed her right wrist and pulled her with him.
'I really wish to break his hand.' She thought.
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"You're the moonlight that lights up the night's darkness~ 
You're the rain that patches the dried up lands~ 
You're the breath that keeps my heart alive~" 

"Haha, hubby, you're becoming better at flattering me" 

"As long as it is for you, I can become better at anything you want, my dear wifey." 

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 

While running away for their lives, she sacrifices herself to let her beloved escape. Hua Lan wakes up in an unfamiliar, luxurious room to find that she's unable to recall anything about herself. Learning that information regarding her existence is wiped out and that she needs to be cautious of the people out there to get her, Hua Lan starts a new life with a new identity. 

Surrounded by her dotting, handsome husband and his loving family, Hua Lan (now Mu Lan) adapts herself to her new life. But now in her dreams, she can hear a girl whispers: "Until you say 'I love you', I'll keep our memories shut. Farewell, my love." 

Mu Liang knows that there is something mysterious going on around her. She got a mystifying background and perplexing capabilities. But he doesn’t care about who she was in the past and why they keep attacking her. All he can think of loving her, cherishing her, locking her up so that she will never return to her past. Because he knows that he won't be able to live a moment away from her. 

They are trying to figure out the mystery regarding Hua Lan. But she needs her memory back. The best doctor cannot understand why she cannot remember anything. 

However, looking at a pair of cruel eyes, her head hurts. Since she cannot regain her memory, they have to choose another way to solve her puzzles. But what will she do after she regains her memories? Someone and some people have to get some face slaps. But who will get the slaps? And who will be able to laugh in the end? 

***This is a story about a girl who fights for herself and the people she cares about. She will try to find out who she is after losing her memory and people around her will help her to solve the mysteries around her. 


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1. Handsome CEO's Darling Wife 
2. My Wife is a Goddess: 99 Secret Kisses 
3. Lost Happiness 
4. The Cobra

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My Beloved

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The editor of the publication, with tousled hair and a Hitler 'stache, slammed the manuscript down onto the table.

"This is rubbish!" he roared at the young man anxiously standing in front of him.

"Excuse me, sir?" Amerigo Fiscella said nervously.

"This story," he began, "explores a multitude of themes which are really relevant today. It is written with extremely good vocabulary and there are several instances of dramatic irony which provide for excellent sources of comedy."

"Pardon me sir, b-b-but-"

"Spit it out, Fiscella!"

"Those all sound like g-good things," Amerigo said, before hastily adding, "-sir."

"Amerigo, those DO all sound like good things… for bloody high school required reading! Nobody has laughed at any of Shakespeare's jokes in the last two centuries, and even nineteenth century fogies wouldn't chuckle at your 'humour'" he put air-quotes around 'humour'.

"These days, this story," the editor continued, holding up the magazine, would be considered one thing. Boring. You use long words which mean little, and you can make words flow, but you cannot put together a good joke to save your life!"

Amerigo sighed, "I know sir, but I can't figure out what they want! I try to be funny but I just can't figure out what our audience think is funny!"

"Well then, Fiscella, I want YOU to go out there and conduct some market research!"

"I-I'm not so sure what you mean."

"This coming week, Monday to Friday, I want you to go around and collect information of what our target audience does, and finds funny."

"You mean our target audience of teenage girls?"

"No, I mean our OTHER target audience of male senior citizens...yes, of course I mean our target audience of teenage girls."

"Let me get this straight. You want me, a middle-aged Italian-American man to approach little girls."

"What about this are you not getting?"

Amerigo gestured wildly, "The part where you want me to be a gods damned creep for a week!"

"Nonsense, my boy," the editor rose out of his seat, prompting Amerigo to do the same. The moment he was out of his seat, he began pushing Amerigo out of his office.

Literally.

"But sir-"

"If you can't do this much, you can kiss your job here goodbye!" the editor called after Amerigo, as he slammed his office door shut.

Amerigo collapsed onto the floor and sighed.

"Why is it always me?"

***

Amerigo made his way to a kid's park, because that was where teenage girls hang out.

At least in his novels.

He got to the gate of the park.

The guard gave him a slightly suspicious look. Amerigo couldn't imagine why. He was just one man walking into a park for children all alone, looking around for a good teenage child to interview to figure out the likes and dislikes of kids these days.

"You here to pick up your kid, sir," the guard asked, opening the gate for Amerigo.

Amerigo hmmed noncommittally, and mumbled, "Something like that." 

He couldn't be bothered paying attention to the security guard of all people.

He looked around and frowned. Teen girls were a lot shorter than he remembered them to be. 

'Maybe the shorter they are,' Amerigo thought, 'the more likely they are to talk to me!'

Amerigo had always thought there was a correlation between being short and intelligence, after all, why else would God have left him with only 160 centimetres of height!

"Hello, little girl, my name is Amerigo Fiscella, how do you do?" Amerigo bent down onto his haunches, and stuck out a hand for the girl to shake.

The girl took his hand, apprehensive, but did not say anything.

"So, little girl," he hesitated, where should he start?

She kept staring at him.

Amerigo was beginning to feel a little bit uncomfortable so he shiftily broke eye contact.

"What is your name?" he finally asked. He was fairly sure that teenagers just studied in their free time, maybe had a laugh at their private copy of 'Twelfth Night', or maybe a PG Wodehouse if they were feeling all edgy and modern.

The girl continued to stare at him.

"Stranger!" she announced loudly.

Amerigo sputtered, "Excuse me, I introduced myself at the beginning of our little conversation, it is YOU who was so rude as to not introduce yourself!"

"Stranger," the girl announced again, before slurring out, "Danger. Stranger Danger!"

At once the many mothers of children who were walking around the park were on high alert.

One mother came running.

"What are you doing with my Alice!" she shrieked, "My precious, three-year-old Alice!"

Amerigo sputtered once again, "I am...a writer," he announced, "And I was talking to her for, uhm, market research."

But Alice's mother wasn't listening to him, or what he was saying.

WHACK!

She whacked Amerigo with her handbag, "Get away from my child!"

"Sir, I think you need to step out of the park," the guard had come to see what was wrong.

Amerigo shook his fist like a Scooby-Doo villain, "I'll get you one day Alice!"

***

Second Try.

He HAD to get some intel this time. Otherwise, he would be out of a job.

He tried entering the park through the front but the guard wouldn't let him. So he was here. Trying to climb the fence with limited success.

With a grunt, Amerigo tumbled over the fence and hit the ground with a loud thud, sending kids screaming.

Somehow that served as a mom-beacon and he was once again faced with several angry mothers with handbags ready to whack.

*** 

Third Try

Amerigo managed to sneak into the park while the guard was getting himself a coffee.

One little girl was the first to see him, she looked at him and pointed and said loudly, "Creepster."

"Creepster?" Amerigo repeated.

"CREEPSTER!" all of the children in the park repeated.

And the mother brigade was back.

***

Amerigo nursed his many injuries as he ranted to his boss, "Those children are barbarians!" he shouted angrily, "They can barely string together 2 words, let alone read a bloody story! If this is what I have to write for, then I QUIT!"

With that, he stormed out of the room.

The editor smiled.

This was by far the easiest way to trim the fat off his corporation.

Updated every Friday.

A collection of prompt-based short stories. The prompt consisting of three random words, and one random name.

Hilarious, irreverent, and witty.

April 20th 2022. 7:00

"One's failure is another way to succeed."

It was a short message from Ansel's mother, followed by other motivation quotes from famous figures, including from the fictional world.

"Don't believe in quotes written white in a black background with a famous figure that you found on the internet," Ansel replied with another picture.

"I'm trying to motivate you, so you could be more energetic through life."

"Nice try, but I'm getting old and I should have been working for now. Even little sister has graduated last year."

"We're not trying to compare you with her."

"Yeah not you, but some people, and don't forget about society. This moment they may laugh at me, a 24-year-old student almost-NEET. What do you expect from me? I'm tired of moving to another university just because I can't fit into it. And I never forget the day that dad smashed my hard-disk worth of the hobbies that I saved."

Ansel's hand shook, whether to send the risky message or not. He bit his dry lip until it was slightly bleeding. To his conscious, he erased it. Sending those things would result in no more money pocket for a month.

"Thank you," sent.

Ansel threw his phone to the wall.

"Shut up!" his neighbour shouted.

Ansel smirked, "man, you don't understand my pain."

9:55

"The professor gave me one more chance to change my thesis topic; yeah it must be my lucky day," Ansel texted Brian on the way to campus.

"WKWKWKW that damn Hitler. I really want to tear his moustache," Brian replied

"If that Hitler decided to give up, I'll treat you."

"DO IT! Write something that made him seeking isekai!"

Ansel puffed his breath, he held his boisterous laughter. Set his face into straight again. Ansel paced himself up, he was almost late. He calculated that he needs four minutes to reach his department. He shoved people who blocked his way, doesn't matter, they were all his juniors. Some just shouted, but Ansel was too ignorant to care about them.

He went up to the stairs, floor one, two more. Skipped one and two stairs, sometimes jumped up, his heart pumping faster. He was impatient, he wished that time moved slower. Floor two.

9:59

Ansel sped up, it was his maximum speed. His left foot almost slipped from the stairs, he backed up, his right foot reached higher. Sweats running from his forehead to his neck, he rushed away like the wind on full speed.

Floor three.

Finally.

10:00

He arrived on the third floor, where all of his bad dreams resided. The lecturer's hallway, to his right, was a balcony, left was the rooms where

He didn't see a man with a strange costume and weapon blocked the aisle to the lecturer's office. The man was tall, on his right hand a scythe, and left a big watch.

"What the hell a cosplayer does in this place?" Ansel ducked from the weapon, "coming through."

The man swung his scythe to Ansel's feet, Ansel swerved up, and his papers flew across the aisle.

"What the f—"Ansel spat.

Strangely, he and his papers were floating. Ansel couldn't move an inch; the man dragged his scythe along, the man's big watch stood on the place. The scythe and the watch were tied with a golden chain. The man wore a big blue robe, similar to a pastor on the church, as Ansel recalled in mind.

Is it the end? Angel of death? My life was a joke after all.

The man aimed his scythe to Ansel's neck, it was freezing old. Like a kiss of death. Ansel held his breath, his chest felt excruciating pain.

I should've called my family, tell them sorry to disappoint them all these years.

"Tell me, when was the last time you see her?" the man asked, his voice was chill.

"Who, her?"

I thought he would ask "Who's your God?"

The man put his scythe closer to Ansel's neck, he could read Ansel's mind. "Don't you ever joke to god? I'm looking for a woman; she has white hair, very long hair. She has a chilly voice, something that pierces your ears. Tell me, and I'll spare your time."

The woman of his dreams, literary, not figuratively, he recalled the memory again. He tried to speak up with his trembling lips.

"I… I saw her…"

"Very well," the man clicked his finger, Ansel's butt fell first to the floor, and it was a hard landing. Ansel rubbed it, hoping that his bones didn't break. The papers flew to his lap elegantly, it was unfair. "But I won't let you escape until you found it. Take your time," Ansel's feet were tied with a golden shackle.

He peered at the big watch that the man hide behind his robe, the clock was not moving at all. The man flipped the watch; he stared at Ansel with a stern look, pissed off. Quickly, Ansel focused on his papers.

"I found it." Ansel raised the log paper from his thesis project. Behind it was a short diary that he wrote after the bizarre dream.

"Read it to me."

"April 1st 2022. A woman with white long hair, pointed at me at the street near the post office when I walked home. She was tall, wore high heels, and she can run fast. I escaped through the small road."

"19 days ago…She never came back?"

Ansel shook his head. He just lied. Actually, he preferred to hide the truth that he couldn't tell. He also wanted that man to read his mind about his dream.

"Good. Actually, she was an evil being that escaped from my dimension to your dimension. Beware of her; she might use you as a tool to make an apocalypse. Since I am a merciful god from another dimension, I will grant you an escape, to never meet her ever. You may choose: future or past?" he spoke fast like a rapper that about to smash his album on Billboard.

Ansel partly comprehend what he said, then pointed at the man, his hand still shook, "I have a question, who are you?"

"From all nicknames…most people called me Chronos, the ruler of time."

Greek mythology, Ansel was familiar with that name. He wasn't a fan of mythology, but he heard it sometimes on movies. He didn't know that the Greek deities actually existed in another dimension. Ansel overwhelmed with the truth.

"Oh." Nodding his head, Ansel pointed at his feet, "please release me first, your eminence."

"Shake your feet," Ansel did as he said, the shackles turned into dust. "Now, you may choose to go to the future or past? I have time to spend."

"Past, please. To be precise—"

"I could read your wishes and intentions easily like a book," Chronos added, "I'll take you to the time where your fate changed completely."

Ansel awed, "nice, where exactly it could be?"

Chronos didn't answer, he turned his back, and his two small pigtails flowed. He chanted some words and slashed the air with his scythe. Big portal with golden colours swirling in front of them, the swirl has some events that happened in Ansel's life.

"When this portal changed into blue, you must enter."

"Where it would take me?"

"Just trust me; it will be a pleasant time of your life."

The swirl gradually changed its hue, it was green, and then it was dark blue.

Chronos pushed Ansel, "Go! And Godspeed!"

Ansel fell down through the portal. The end of the portal was a speck of white dot, far from his sight. When he got deeper, gravity gradually got stronger. A rush of air, heartbeat fastened, Ansel felt a surge of adrenaline goes to his head. The end of the portal got bigger and bigger. And Ansel crushed hard the white layer of the portal. It was dark.

..

Loud hard bass blasted on a room; Ansel's alarm. He jerked his body out from the bed, reached for his phone. What he saw on the phone made him puzzled.

Monday, 20 April 2020 7:33

But he was sceptical. Brian could sneak into his room and changed the time just to prank him.

Ansel searched for the latest news on the internet.

April 19th 2020, 9.35 P.M, The president's revision made netizen goes mad, here's why.

Click baits popped up on the screen, Ansel swiped them off. Some click baits have no credibility, some of the dates were made up. Ansel searched for local news.

April 20th 2020, 5.30 P.M, A fire struck garment factory, no one was injured.

Ansel swiped up the news, he found the newest.

April 20th 2020, 7:35 P.M, Fire struck house nearby.

"How in the world— Brian probably doing his thesis right now," Ansel rose up. He ran to Brian's room and knocked loudly. "Ey bro? How's the thesis?"

"GOD GAVE MERCY! I HAVEN'T SLEEP FOR THREE EFFING DAYS! SHUT UP!"

"Sorry—"

"DO YOUR OWN THESIS TOO! LAZY ASS!"

"Thesis?" Ansel raised his eyebrows, "but I haven't pass methodology class yet."

Brian opened his door with a slam, "dude, please don't get me with that nonsense joke. Oh, if you ask me 'am I dreaming bro', here," he punched Ansel's arms, "you're awake!"

"Ahaha thanks."

"You better be fast, Mr Ivan will back to Germany next month, if you're late, that bushy professor will check yours instead," Brian locked his door.

Ansel clicked his finger, he opened his laptop. Only to found his first draft of thesis marked 'accepted' at the end of the document. Luckily, the professor was not 'Hitler' this time; his professor was a foreigner, Ivan Sigmund Abene.

He never met Ivan Sigmund before, probably another possibility of his life.

"…fate changed, completely," the words slipped from Ansel's mouth. "How could this happen? Other things must have changed."

Ansel opened the university website portal; he searched for his scores from the past semester. It was unexpected, almost every class that he took, marked perfect. Some of them were professor Hitler's classes. Shook his head, and then pinched his arms.

"It's not a dream."

Still, Ansel didn't have any idea how the event turned up. And why he has to be placed at this moment.

Ansel faded his train of thought; he opened the email, checking the schedule of his thesis. The schedule was so tight, in three days a revision has been done, Ansel widened his eyes, Brian was right. After all, it was a pleasant thing for him.

This time, his dream was not deferred.

Early the next morning.
The first thing that Zhang Zian saw when he opened his eyes was a blue-gray tail moving left and right under the curtains. Vladimir seemed to have woken up before the sun was up and it was just sitting on the window sill and looking outside.
Zian sat up and began to put on his clothes.
Vladimir poked its head out of the curtains and leaped lightly down from the window sill. The Russian Blue cat's body, which was completely different from the British shorthair, was clearly very agile.
"What time are we heading out today? My iron fist is already hungry and thirsty!" It clenched a front paw and was very excited.
"We don't have to rush this. Are you sure you don't need me to prepare a place for you to sleep?" Zhang Zian asked.
Before going to bed last night, Zhang Zian had planned to find an old blanket for it to temporarily sleep on. From there, he would find out what kind of bed it prefered before he bought it online. But it didn't really care and had turned down Zian's idea, then it chose a random spot to lie down and fell asleep.
"There's no need," Vladimir said with a forthright smile. "Those in our line have the four seas as our home, the sky as our blanket, the ground for our bed, a steel gun as our comrade-in-arms, and the grassland as our canteen. It's nothing exquisite, but it's enough as long as we have a place to shelter us from the wind and rain. Why would I need a bed?"
Zhang Zian was speechless. It really had a way with words.
Zian was a little worried that he was neglecting Vladimir, but he didn't expect it to really feel that it didn't have to sleep on a bed. Since it was forthright in character, Zian no longer had to worry about where it was going to sleep.
"Moreover, when I think of the hundreds and thousands of stray cats being bullied and oppressed outside, I can't sleep at ease on a bed," Vladimir said as it pointed towards the outside.
Old Time Tea had just woken up and happened to hear what Vladimir said. It then praised, "The worries of the world always comes first––punish oneself with a big cup of wine!"
Zhang Zian shook his head and smiled bitterly. If Vladimir wasn't joking, then the difference in their level of thoughts made him feel ashamed of himself. Although he knew that there were still many poor people in the world who couldn't eat and sleep, he still slept well when it was time to sleep…
After all, those things were too far away from him, and those poor people were just strangers to him. Zian knew himself, and he wouldn't make saving the poor people in the whole world his goal. Just like what Confucians often said: "Keep yourself safe when you're a nobody; however, give back to the world when you've become somebody."
Zian was currently in the position where he was keeping himself safe, and only when he was as rich as Father Ma would he consider giving to the world.
For those who were still thinking about the world when they couldn't save themselves were either mad men, were naive teenagers, or was a person––or cat––who actually could change the world…
At that time, the other elfins woke up one after another. Having spent a few days in the capital, especially the capital's attractions which encompass a great deal of space, they were all very tired. They had gone to bed early the night before and naturally woke up early that morning.
Pi jumped and skipped its way into the bathroom and washed its face, then jumped back on the chair and started to type away.
When Vladimir heard the typing sounds, it jumped up on the desk with no difficulty and put its face close to the screen. It stared at the Word document on the screen and asked, "I wanted to ask last night––what are you doing sitting in front of the computer all the time? Are you writing a novel? "
Pi was surprised, and it nodded nervously. "Zhi zhi."
Zhang Zian said on behalf of Pi, "Its name is Pi, and its currently working on a serialized online novel. Although it can't talk, you can communicate with Pi through its typing."
Pi was quite shy and it had an inferiority complex because it couldn't talk. The night before, when everyone was talking around Vladimir, Pi sat silently in front of the computer as it worked on its novel.
Vladimir gaped in amazement and said seriously, "Writing a novel? That's amazing!"
Pi embarrassedly typed, "It's not that good."
"No, no, it's awesome that you are able to write novels!" Vladimir said seriously. "I respect every writer. Each writer is like an engineer of the human soul."
Zhang Zian was speechless. I think I heard this sentence from my elementary school teacher, but I've already forgotten the source… Anyway, it couldn't have originated from the elementary school teacher. Although the sentence had often been used as "teachers are the engineer of the human soul," the actual original text was "writer."
Speaking of which, he kind of admired Vladimir. Each time it spoke, it easily recalled famous quotes.
Pi was even more embarrassed; it felt that it didn't deserve such praise.
"Keep it up. Once you complete this novel, I will read it," Vladimir encouraged. "But you should also pay attention to your health. Don't always sit still, and remember to rest. You rest so that you can work better. Don't jeopardize your own health. Novelists always want to care about 'the destiny of people,' but they always forget to care about their own destiny. This is their tragedy and you shouldn't embark on the old path of the predecessors."
Pi was a little confused, but it still nodded. Zhang Zian had also said similar words, though he didn't use such quotes.
"But," Vladimir changed his tone and became strict, "Now, many human beings have lost their noble souls and have become despicable and shameless, bullying creatures that are weaker than them. For such reactionaries, we must throw away all imaginations and prepare for a fight!"
Even though its words were impassioned, the problem was that some of the elfins couldn't understand it, and others didn't care.
Fina yawned and rubbed its sleepy eyes, "This queen also feels that some humans are no longer able to recognize their own position. Now, they even have the gall to climb above the cat family. They must be disciplined!" As it spoke, it coldly swept its gaze at Zhang Zian.
Zhang Zian interjected, "Wait a minute, Vladimir, you don't fully understand the situation, since you've just arrived. Indeed, the incidents of cat abuse in Binhai City have been happening frequently and are slowly spreading across the whole country. There's also a related QQ group chat on the Internet where the group owner has muted all chat functions only to publicly stream a cat abusing video for fun… But there's a deeper reason for all this."
Vladimir glued its eyes on Zian and listened carefully.
Zhang Zian continued, "In the past, there have been occasional cat abuse incidents occurring in most areas, but none of them were as serious as the one now. This time, it's a concentrated outbreak over a short period of time. It is completely different from previous situations and can't simply be attributed to humans. I don't mean to make up excuses for humans by saying this, after all, the ones abusing the cats are indeed humans. But there's someone pulling the strings behind this series of cat abuse incidents, and that is a Holy Cat statue from ancient Egypt."
"Holy Cat statue?" Vladimir was both surprised and confused. "The Holy Cat statue has such an ability?"
"It's a long story. The statue isn't the real thing, but a vivid imitation, and it was given to me as a gift from someone. Initially, it was just an ordinary decoration, but god knows what happened. It suddenly disappeared…"
Zhang Zian told Vladimir about the Holy Cat statue, including the part about him, Old Time Tea, Famous, and Galaxy tracking it to the unfinished building. Although they had missed the Holy Cat statue, through reasonable speculations, they were able to make out what had happened earlier. The Holy Cat statue had kept itself hidden in the dark as it observed how the cat abusers abused the cat for their own enjoyment.
"I suspect that, as an elfin that's in the process of materializing, the Holy Cat statue may be able to influence and manipulate the mind of human beings to a certain extent. So ordinary people with psychological problems would bring out their bloodthirsty side, and as the process of the cat abuse gets bloodier and crueler, it will become stronger." Zhang Zian shared his own speculations.
Old Time Tea and Famous both agreed with his point of view and added some of their own thoughts accordingly.
"I see."
As a witness of the incident, whenever Zhang Zian recalled the scene at that time, he couldn't help but feel creeped out. However, Vladimir was still calm after hearing the story. It laughed and said, "So, the reason why all of you are behaving so cautiously is because of that Holy Cat statue? That's it?"
Zhang Zian was speechless yet again. He then exchanged glances with Old Time Tea and Old Time Tea shook its head slightly. Although it was fond of how Vladimir worried about the world, Old Time Tea found the words that Vladimir had just used to be too arrogant.
With good intentions, Old Time Tea interjected from the side. "You should never underestimate your opponent! The Holy Cat statue is extremely ferocious, and its whereabouts are erratic and strange. This will inevitably lead to a great disaster… The most important thing is that it seems to exist between life and death. It's neither a living thing nor a dead thing, so what is it and what can we do about it?"
"Hahaha!" Vladimir laughed towards the sky, then raised a front paw and slammed it on the ground. "Although I have never seen the Holy Cat statue, I know that all the reactionaries are just paper tigers that hold no threat!"
Zhang Zian also wanted to persuade it not to underestimate the enemy, but just as he was about to, he heard it say, "You can rest assured that I would never underestimate the enemy. Since the Holy Cat statue is able to cause such a big scene, it must have a thing or two up its sleeve… But the principles of a battle are to despise the enemy strategically and attach importance to the enemy in our tactics! This is how to remain invincible!"
Zian then dismissed the idea of ​​persuading it because he felt that its statement was somewhat reasonable.
Ever since the Holy Cat statue had ravaged Binhai City, both he and the elfins would turn pale whenever the Holy Cat statue was brought up. Even Old Time Tea, who didn't flinch at anything, would find itself in a sticky situation. None of them knew how to deal with the ghost-like monster… The two sides had not officially met each other, and they were already beating themselves up. In other words, they were already afraid before the battle had even begun, and that was a taboo when it came to warfare.
After listening to its words, Old Time Tea seemed to have caught on to something.
It was not that Old Time Tea's standard and awareness wasn't high, but it was because Old Time Tea had always been a lone ranger. It was better at thinking about problems on an individual and tactical level, while Vladimir thought from a higher level and set its sights further and wider, just like a strategist that examined the issue from a strategic perspective.
Zhang Zian recalled when Old Time Tea and Famous snuck into Love Lovely Pets Breeding Base and, out of a moment of outrage, they took action and released all the pets that were being treated unfairly in the breeding base. However, they didn't consider the arrangements for all those pets, and as a result, many of the cats and dogs had become homeless. Objectively speaking, that was also the trigger for the current cat abuse incident.
If Vladimir was there at the time, it would have definitely looked at the problem from all angles, then it would have made a plan and moved forward with it. It would not act hastily, like how Old Time Tea and Famous did.


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

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