After the invasion on Earth, AD 2948, many children and adults lost their lives of got injured. A young girl, Hazel, and her friends decided to take revenge for the many lives of Earth and to banish Saturn from returning. The fictional tale includes sci - fi, possibly romance, and a lot of fantasy. How would they take back Earth? Would they get caught? How are they going to survive? There are loads of questions to ask but, most books have a happy ending? Will this one have one too?

Children stories involving gruffalos. 

These books were created by Julia Donaldson and illustrated by Axel Scheffler.

There are also audio books available.

I own nothing. These are just stories I liked and want to share.

Upon seeing her best friend regaining her high spirits, Guo Caiying became silent for a moment with a grave expression before suddenly saying, "My dad also knows this Old Wang for several years now, so if he really goes to the foreign world to do some research, even if my dad purposely didn't want to tell me, I would have still been able to catch some clues when I was talking to him. Don't lie to yourself, Chuhe! It's not worth it to do so for a man!"
These few cruel words made Ai Chuhe's eyes that were gradually lighting up, dim once again. The bus stop was already in sight, so the three of them walked silently to the stop sign, not saying anything until they got on the bus and passed by a few bus stops to a bustling neighborhood.
After getting off the bus, it was Zhang Lisheng who saw the neon lights that filled his gaze and the fashionable men and women dressed in casual clothes who first broke the silence. "This must be a part of Silicon Valley, right? The people on the street are different from what I first imagined."
"How did you imagine them to be that way? Should the Silicon Valley programmers wear sweatshirts while chewing on burgers across the street?" Guo Caiying snapped and crossed the road to enter a small-scale restaurant that had a signboard painted with a staggered knife and fork.
Sparkling crystal chandeliers illuminated the French-style western restaurant. The dining tables and chairs were made of unpainted mahogany that was covered with beautiful hand-woven tablecloths, appearing to be out of place within Silicon Valley at the cutting edge of the times.
Upon seeing customers walking into the door, a waiter wearing a white shirt and a black bow tie immediately greeted them. Before he even managed to open his mouth, Zhang Lisheng who followed the girls into the restaurant asked first in French, "Is there any table available?"
"Of course, Sir! Miss Guo has already made a booking." The waiter was dumbfounded in a not obvious manner for a moment before flashing a smile that revealed his eight white teeth. Then, he proceeded to take the three of them to an empty table and handed them the menu.
"I'm very hungry but French cuisine is not that filling…" Zhang Lisheng took the menu and muttered to himself. Then, he ordered three full course meals in French and opened two expensive aged wines before taking out a hundred dollar bill. "Give me another five cans of iced Coke and the rest is your tip, thank you."
Working in a French restaurant in Silicon Valley, the waiter would always come across some bizarre guests, so the waiter silently took the money and turned his gaze onto Guo Caiying and Ai Chuhe. "Is there anything the two ladies need?"
Guo Caiying, who brought Zhang Lisheng to the most expensive Western restaurant in Silicon Valley she chose just to embarrass him, did not expect the young man could speak fluent French. Not only that, he even ordered a red wine that cost more than 1000 dollars and the best course meal without even blinking an eye.
She opened her mouth in surprise and casually ordered a French braised duck set she often ate. After sending the waiter away, she carefully studied the young man, "Junior Brother, your French is quite good, huh?"
Zhang Lisheng who had lived in Johannesburg, South Africa, that used to be a colony of the European powers but was now a place of the gold rush, had managed to be proficient in French, German, Spanish, Portuguese, and more through the Eternal Comprehension Spell. With a smile, he replied, "I can roughly speak a bit."
"Stop speaking to us with Sichuan dialect already! After listening to you speaking in French, and then listening to you speaking in that weird dialect again, it really sounds awkward, you know. Junior Brother, judging from the way you spend your money so lavishly, you must be from a good background right?"
"Not really. I'm a native of Hengze City in Western Sichuan Province of Qu County. All of my family members are mountain inhabitants."
As one of the most expensive private universities in the US, if one did not have any scholarship support while studying abroad at Stanford, the tuition fee would cost at least 70,000 dollars annually. Of course, nobody would believe a child from a mountain family in Western Sichuan could come here to study while speaking fluent English and French.
However, the question just now had crossed the social line a little, so even though Guo Caiying did not believe him, she did not say anything to openly refute him.
After a while, the waiter finally sent the food to them and they began to dine. Ai Chuhe, who had yet to eat anything, immediately gulped down two full glasses of red wine silently and tears began to fall from his eyes, drenching her makeup completely.
The other customers in the restaurant inadvertently noticed the weeping of the girl, causing a small commotion. After a while, the waiter came over again and asked, "Miss Ai, is there anything I can do to help you?"
"No, I'm sorry." Ai Chuhe noticed her terrible manners in surprise and quickly stood up to head to the bathroom.
Looking at her disappearing back, Guo Caiying put down her knife and fork before lowering her voice to speak to the young man, "Junior Brother, actually, your speculation just now makes much sense. With that reminder of yours, I also think that it's very likely for the country to recruit Old Wang to do biological research in the foreign world, so he's forced to break up with Chuhe…"
"But you still…" Zhang Lisheng asked with wide eyes.
"I purposely put on an act! Didn't you hear Chuhe? She said she would wait till he comes back! Once he goes to that damn terrible place, who knows whether he'd still come back or not? Besides, even if he can, it would be after five years. By then, who knows what would happen to their relationship? As the saying goes, it is better to just get it over with, rather than prolong the agony. Right now, the best path for Chuhe is to suffer a short period of pain and then restart everything again. When she gets drunk and asks you some questions later, I hope that you can…"
"I understand. I understand." Now that Zhang Lisheng knew the good intentions Guo Caiying had for her friend, Zhang Lisheng nodded his head.
When Guo Caiying heard him agreed to her so readily, she was stunned for a moment. "I thought you would put in some good words for Old Wang, so I was still thinking about how to convince you. I didn't expect you..."
"Senior sister, isn't your intention the same with Old Wang? That both of you wish that senior sister Ai can have a new beginning? Isn't it the same for me to help you or him?"
"Logically, yes. But… Ah, forget it. All in all, I realize you do indeed have a brain that nobody can understand." 
"I beg to differ. Oh yeah, senior sister. You said it'd be difficult for Old Wang to come back once he goes to the foreign world, is it that terrible over there?" 
"Can you keep a secret?"
"I suppose."
"Me too…" Guo Caiying smiled smugly. However, when she saw the young man's upset face after she fooled her, her heart went inexplicably soft, so she lowered her voice to say in a half-truth. "Junior brother, because of your sincere inquiry, let me tell you one thing about the situation China discovered in the foreign world. It's said that it's a world of 'One God' where everybody believes in the same god, in which different branches and sects will kill each other to use death to please their god. That's all I know."
"A god that enjoys in seeing his believers please him through death?" Upon hearing this description, Zhang Lisheng's eyes lit up as he remembered his own evil quality of enhancing his wizard power through others' negative emotions, prompting him to mutter to himself, "If I become a god, perhaps I'd do the same thing as him as well…"
"What did you say?"
"Nothing, senior sister. You're not going to the bathroom to see how senior sister Ai is doing?" As Zhang Lisheng was speaking, he saw Ai Chuhe walk back to her seat staggeringly.
However, despite the girl's tipsy look, she did not lose her cool all the way until they finished their dinner and took the bus back to the Stanford campus center. She did not ask the young man anything contrary to what Guo Caiying had expected.
After sending the two girls back to their dormitory, the sky was already fully covered in stars. With the help of the bright moonlight, Zhang Lisheng rode the mid-ancient racing bike he exchanged using a hefty price along the campus road by following the guidelines on the mobile phone map, before reaching the library nearest to him.
As the university ranked second to have the largest book collection in the US, more than eight million books in more than 30 Stanford libraries distributed throughout the campus had been digitized and opened to the public on the internet. Even so, there were still quite a few books that would have to be borrowed from the library in person if one wanted to have a sneak peek, due to copyright issues.
On top of that, reading a book online and actually holding a book in your hands in a quiet library while being immersed with thousands of other equally focused 'bookworms' are two completely different concepts.
The efficiency of memory and understanding was far from different for some people. For this reason, after Zhang Lisheng locked his bicycle and climbed the steps to push open the door to enter this library that looked as though it had just been recently constructed, which appeared to be more like a giant fast food restaurant and far exceeded a normal library, he realized it was already overcrowded.
The more famous the university was, the more intense the competition among the students. Every year, a few Stanford students would commit suicide for being unable to bear the tremendous pressure of their studies. Other than the first and second-grade students who were still unable to find the goal of struggle for the time being, who still kept transferring between courses and who lived a comfortable life of just a passable credit, Stanford rarely had lazy students.
After glancing around under the bright ceiling lights at the front desk and seeing different colors of hair everywhere, Zhang Lisheng muttered to himself—"Are they really this hard-working on the first day of school?"—before starting to look at the book catalog on the public computer.
A good biologist must have at least a profound knowledge in biochemistry, cell, and molecular biology subjects. It was also best to have a basic grasp of advanced mathematics and physics too. The purpose of the young man's trip to the library was to find one or two books of a related simplified treatise, but when he searched around on the computer, a book called "The Illustrated Handbook of Bio-anatomy and Chemical Reaction" caught his attention.
He hesitated for a moment before turning the computer screen to the black girl managing the library and asked, "May I know whether I can borrow this 'The Illustrated Handbook of Bio-anatomy and Chemical Reaction' out or not?"
"Oh? A Stanford freshman who can't read the book label." The girl looked at Zhang Lisheng first before looking at the computer with a puckered thick lips. "I'm sorry, dear diligent junior brother. This book can only be borrowed by graduate students. This school is more in name than in reality! It keeps looking down on us undergraduates, isn't it?"
"I think that doing so is very good! At the very least, it can guarantee that these books are taken away by people who know how to use them when they leave the library, right?" The young man smiled and pointed to his badge. "Zhang Lisheng, a graduate student of Professor Steven Pigros of Biology Faculty. Can you tell me where 'The Illustrated Handbook of Bio-anatomy and Chemical Reaction' is? I want to borrow it."


A young man from the Miaowei Tribe brought up by his strict father, suddenly turned into Rank 1 Wizard on the day he was orphaned. He then obtained the ability to control giant worms. 
Soon after, he found his mother who was in a faraway foreign land by accident. From a small mountain village, he managed to jump into the amazing arena that was a global metropolis.
Thus far, we have a young man who inherited the legacy of mastering ancient demons from an ancient country. 
From Western civilization to other worlds, a fascinating saga is born.

The next few weeks was incredibly eye opening for Ron, his siblings and is friends as they saw how powerful, incredible and useful magic could be. Although Sirius, Harry and the  Weasley's were in agreement that both Sirius and Harry should move to the Burrow, the living space wasn't capable of holding two more members for long periods of time. And so, the kids witnessed their parents working together with other Wizards and Witches, Goblins and a pretty rude House Elf and turning the Burrow into a House worthy of holding one of the oldest collection of Ancient Magical Tomes, Grimoires and books of history of the Wizarding world. Honestly, Ron had never had to focus on his Occlumency so hard, just to keep in his laughter, ``I can't believe you would have these books just laying around your study! What would you do if someone were to steal them?!'' Sirius had just finished when Amos joined in and asked Arthur to explain himself, ``These books contain ancient knowledge that in the wrong hands would bring horrific results! What were you thinking?!''. Arthur looked at them and meekly said, ``Well, these books have been sitting there for a long time and honestly, we didn't even know they existed!''

This time it wasn't just Sirius and Amos, the rest of the adults present joined in and started to `give suggestions' to Molly and Arthur. Even the mild mannered Remus joined in and started to shout with the others. The only reason they stopped was that Pandora and Blaire sent Kreacher to get Molly as it was dinner time. ``Go away Kreacher! We are busy at the moment!'' Sirius shouted at Kreacher but instead of going away, he just looked at Molly with a slight fear in his eyes and almost jumped up and down in joy when she walked into the kitchen with him. ``What just happened?'' only Sirius and Remus were still in shock and standing in the living room at this point as Amos, Xenophilius and Arthur had joined their wives at the dining table. Even the kids who were listening in on their `conversation' with Molly and Arthur had taken seat at the table. Whilst Sirius and Remus were looking around with confusion in their eyes, they remembered the last time they had rejected a dinner call from their friend Lily and Ron was once again thankful for his Occlumency as he saw the two walk in and sit down like they weren't deathly afraid of the three mothers currently sat next to their husbands. But it was all for naught as the next second, Pollux Black laughed at their predicament and offered them some `friendly advice'!

``If I was you, I wouldn't be late as next time the punishment might be higher than an empty plate. *Hahaha*'' although Sirius and Remus wanted to say something back to the old man sat at the Head Seat, they didn't dare as they looked at the three wives respectfully offering food to `Grandpa Black'. At the start of his stay at the Burrow, the place the `Heir of House' was going to stay at. Pollux was a bit stuck up and constantly talked about how much better the Black Family House was. As a reward, the adults had asked the kids to surround him each moment of the day and constantly ask him questions about Wizarding Etiquette, Old History and really anything they found interesting. Although the Weasley Kids and their friends were young, they could see that the old man was hurt and was suffering from loneliness, a little bit like Harry. So, they didn't pressure him like their parents had asked and instead slowly wore him down and convinced him that it was his job to `bring up the next generation properly'. At first, the old man was uncomfortable with the sound of `Grandpa Black'. But no one aside form cruel, heartless monsters can resist puppy dog eyes from eight kids, simultaneously. A few days after the short episode of `Precious Books should be stored in a more secure place', the renovation of the Burrow was done and it looked amazing!

Instead of looking like a large stone pigpen with extra rooms added here and there until it was several stories high and so crooked it looked as though it were held up by magic, it was an actual three story cottage that actually looked more like a mansion! Both the inside and outside was beautifully decorated but the most amazing part was that it was still somehow very welcoming and cosy and didn't at all feel flashy and ostentatious. ``*Humph* I can't believe that you are satisfied with this! This house is going to host the presence of at least four families that have possessions and relations to highly regarded figures in Wizarding History and is home to my Grandkids, Pollux Black's Grandkids!!'' honestly, none of the adults were even breathing at the moment and were just letting the old man scold them for not spending enough of his money. Finally, the kids came back from their tour of the house and the adults sighed in relief when the old man's attention shifted to the two little girls asking for a hug. Ron was very happy and satisfied with his life at this point but he knew that with the threat of Voldemort's return, he would have to step up his preparation. But he now had an extra layer of security and protection and even a new source of knowledge and an actual teacher!!

It was during the time the Weasley Ancestral Land's Wards were being renewed and empowered that while `taking a look', Ron decided to throw in a couple of High Level Runic Objects near the Ward Stones and thought nothing of it but at the last location he heard someone coming and in panic shot several spells at the person, `Incendio!' `Diffindo!' `Glacies!' `Ventus!'. In his anxiousness, he even shot a Jinx, `Flipendo!' and ony then saw the person he had cast the spells at. Before he could try to warn the person, Ron saw how easily the old man dealth with his spells and he realised, he hadn't even touched the tip of what real Wizards could do. ``Well, Well, Well! Little Ron is quite the young wizard, aren't you? Casting spells in a chain, without chanting and with accuracy not fit for your age. But none of that compares to this, a Magical Object that has Ancient Runes drawn with Magical Reagent Ink, very impressive!''

Having been bullied almost his whole life, Ray's only solace had been his Mother and books. but one day, the bullies took things too far and he died. On his deathbed he had two wishes, for his Mother to be happy and for him to have the strength to be happy in his next life. somehow, both his wishes came true.

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After the successful development of the steam engine, Ren Baqian directed the students to work on the deceleration and braking systems. He went to the empress to ask for steel.
The next goal was to build a circular railroad track with a diameter of 400 meters outside Lan City.
Just building a train that could run wasn't enough because the load factor, speed, and other aspects needed to be tested.
It wasn't currently possible to build a long railroad track since Dayao wasn't rich in iron resources. Thus, a circular track was the best choice in this situation.
However, what Ren Baqian wanted was a rail that required 50 kilograms of metal per meter, which was equivalent to 100 kilograms for the two rails of the track. The circumference was 1,300 meters for a railroad track that was 400 meters in diameter. Therefore, 130,000 kilograms was required.
This was an astronomical figure and was equivalent to Dayao's total mining output for the last three years. Such a figure was expected to cause intense reactions, and there would inevitably be some arguments that flared up in the imperial court over the next few days.
Although the output of the iron mine at Damo Mountain was 900,000 kilograms and this level of production was only possible due to Ren Baqian's efforts, the shortage of iron in Dayao was too great. The aboriginals were also skeptical of the contraption being made at the school. If it was 10,000 or 20,000 kilograms, everyone could close one eye, but for 130,000 kilograms, they would argue and debate for a long time before deciding on this matter.
In other words, it could be said that a lot of bricks were wasted while deciding on this issue.
The empress was growing to like bricks more and more. Ever since she found this magical weapon, she had never missed her target and enjoyed using it very much.
These days, the empress used about one cartload of bricks every week, and the consumption rate was still rising.
Besides iron ore, manpower was also needed. Ren Baqian instructed Tong Zhenye to make abrasive tools to grind the rails into shape and requisitioned 1,000 people from the captive camp to lay the trackbed with gravel, put the, and lay the rails.
It took 20 full days to put the railroad ties in place. After that, they proceeded to lay the rails.
Ren Baqian hardly had any time to rest during this period. On one hand, he was planning to expand the academy, while on the other hand, he was building a library for the Black Bamboo Academy. The library was the first in Dayao and was called the Cangshu Pavilion. 
After all, Ren Baqian still had many secret books, and it would be a waste to let them get moldy. Plus, there was no harm in letting these students read them.
The library was constructed over more than 20 days. It was an ordinary brick building with three levels and was about 400 square meters in size. Inside were wooden shelves, tables, and chairs. As there were no other decorations, it looked simple and crude from the outside.
However, this library was priceless to Dayao.
Many senior court officials owned around ten books. At most, they owned hundreds of books. As for the ordinary citizens, they were even worse off.
Ren Baqian put tens of thousands of books in this library that covered all kinds of topics. This was beyond comparison to others and impressed everyone.
The third level contained various secret manuals taken from Tianjing Basin as well as some less important texts about martial arts that belonged to the empress.
Although these books weren't that important, they were considered good books to the ordinary citizens.
Although the aboriginals had very great potential, they had the same problem as the ancient people of China—they found it difficult to acquire knowledge, especially knowledge about secret martial arts.
On the one hand, these secret books in the library could serve as a reference for the students, whereas on the other hand, they could benefit many ordinary citizens.
On the second level, there were professional books that Ren Baqian brought back from Earth, including physics, chemistry, manufacturing, Western medicine, commerce, and even the Analects of Confucius and the Book of Dao by Lao Zi.
As for the first level, it contained some miscellaneous books, but it was these books that kept the students stuck here.
The books in the library could only be read in the library by the students and couldn't be taken out.
This, however, didn't curb their enthusiasm. When the news came out that a library was being built, many students came to Ren Baqian and inquired about it since they were looking forward to its opening.
The news spread outside the school and reached the ears of some of the court officials.
The had students waited for more than 20 days and rushed in on opening day.
Many students, especially those from a commoner background, rushed to the third level to read the secret manuals because they found them to be useful.
Soon, someone on the first level found the keys to a new world.
"One… Piece?"[1.One Piece - a Japanese manga series written and illustrated by Eiichiro Oda]
"Why's it full of drawings? The drawings of this man are very strange…"
Half an hour later.
"This thing is interesting…"
One day later, a short student from the new class told Ren Baqian, "Teacher, I want to quit school."
"What happened?" Ren Baqian was surprised. "Tell me about it anyway. I'm your teacher, and I may be able to solve your problems."
What Ren Baqian meant was that there weren't many matters that he couldn't fix in Dayao.
This youth was not outstanding in any regard, but Ren Baqian didn't wish to see his students dropping out for frivolous reasons.
"I want to pursue my dreams!"
"…" Ren Baqian was puzzled. He wondered why the word "dreams" sounded so unusual when uttered by an aboriginal.
"I want to travel to the Yun Nation, go to the sea, and raid ships. I want to live like they do in 'One Piece!'" the young man solemnly declared as he clenched his fist.
As Ren Baqian looked at his solemn face, his eyes twitched. Then, Ren Baqian silently took out a gun from the table, pointed it at the young student, and said, "I will give you another chance to rephrase your words!"
"I…"
Bang, bang, bang! 
Sometimes life was interesting, especially when looking back at it after a period of time.
Many years later, this young man would become the admiral of Dayao's navy. Ren Baqian found it interesting whenever he would recall the events of that day. Sometimes, the future of a man was decided by a small thought in his childhood.
At this point in time, Ren Baqian felt that this young man was interesting.
However, when he met another person the next day, he began to think that comics were highly impactful to students in this era who lacked entertainment. This influence was even greater than he had imagined.
When Ren Baqian arrived in class the next day, he felt that something was wrong. After searching for half a day, he finally found out what was wrong; several shiny bald heads.
It wasn't uncommon to see bald heads in Dayao since the weather was hot and many people shaved their heads to save time.
However, there were significantly more bald heads in class today, and one of them greatly surprised him.
Below the bald head was a very beautiful face.
"Zhuo Hua, what happened to your hair?" Ren Baqian asked as he rested both hands on the table. The female aboriginals either tied their hair into buns or braided it, but she looked rather striking with her bald head.
"I suddenly felt like shaving it…" Zhuo Hua blushed and stammered.
"What in the world was your reason?" Ren Baqian felt uneasy and pulled a long face.
"It's said that this will make a person strong…" someone beside her whispered.
Many students snickered.
Ren Baqian was dumbstruck.
"Please sit down. Do you think the stories in the comics are true?" Ren Baqian didn't rebuke them but asked with concern.
"I believe they are! Such things must have happened in some corner of the world—otherwise, where did those stories in the comics come from?" someone said after standing up. He looked serious and was the same student from the day before who had said he wanted to live like they did in One Piece.
"I feel that it's possible or even real. What if it's real?" another person asked.
"Whether it's real or not, it's interesting either way, though I hope it's real."
Ren Baqian thought about the answers given by the students.
The impact of those comics was greater than he had expected.
These students had not been exposed to many things, did not have much entertainment, and had also never seen comics in this world before.
His original intention was for the comics to provide some entertainment for these students while also expanding their imagination. He never expected so many students to treat them as real.
People on Earth were exposed to various kinds of information from a young age and were able to distinguish between stories and reality.
Children on Earth might fantasize about being Ultraman, a Super Saiyan, a Monkey God, or one of the Calabash Brothers.
Ren Baqian himself had wanted to become the sixth brother of the Calabash Brothers when he was young.
These students had just been exposed to something new, and it wasn't incomprehensible to him.
It looked like he needed to expose them to more information in order to hone their ability to distinguish fact from fantasy.
He might have to go and make a newspaper or something similar, for example, a Lan City Daily. It would train the students, entertain the residents of Lan City, and serve as his mouthpiece.
He used to focus on science and technology, but it was apparent that other topics aside from science and technology were still relevant. 


In a world where its inhabitants can destroy a city wall single-handedly, the empress has a kirin as her pet, and the imperial palace of Great Xia has a pool containing a dragon. There is also a Sword Mountain where spirit swords occasionally leave in search of a master .

Bootlicking the empress, Ren Baqian ascended to the apex of life.　　

Looking at the map at a low angle of about 30 degrees from the direction of the employee's building, the words "Mbmstlib13" appeared when lining up the gaps in the shading of the map.

Dividing up the words, he got M, bmst, lib, and 13. The only text that had some semblance of a clue was "lib", which likely meant that the location is somewhere in the library. As for M, bmst and 13, he had a feeling he would understand when he arrives at the library. 

He went to the dining area, grabbed several pieces of flavored bread and headed to the library.

Everything in the library looked like before; a long wooden table split the library into two sections. In the two sections, there was a table in each corner. There were three floors, and one can look down from the second and third floors to the central area. All the walls were filled with books, parchments, and scrolls of various materials,  shapes and sizes. Some of them even had chains that bound them to the shelves. 

Xylos had some suspicions that the steganography might be pointing to one of those books. From the memory he received, the library had a variety of books many were magical in nature only readable to those that have a matching core; some are even antagonistic causing harm to those of the opposing magic system; some could even pull in a reader (both figuratively and literally) into the book and try to convert or scare them.

Xylos really hoped that the thing he was looking for isn't one of those. He felt that the words "bmst" was an abbreviation for a book. He searched the library for most of the afternoon. Whenever he felt hungry, he would eat half of the bread and keep going.

At the end of the day,  he found three potential books. The first one was a book called "Bryant's mystical spectral tarots", the second was a hardcover book with the words "bmst" written on all surfaces with a keyhole illustrated on the front cover, and the third was a chained book called "Beryl's musical scores and travels."

The only reason he recalled those books was that the authors seem to have tried really hard to come up with meaningful names using B, M, S, and T as the letters for starting a word.

He went through the first book and it was a personal illustration of all the major and minor arcana of what looked like a tarot deck each depicting a personification of worldly constants such as Death, Stars, Sun, Moon, Key, Mana, and Life.

It was a beautiful art book that seemed to encompass all aspects of life. Each card also had a rune near the bottom of the page. When he touched an image, it had a texture relative to what was drawn. For example, the moon would feel cool and solid to the touch, grass can either feel rough as if they are drying up or flexible as if it was fresh and vibrant. For a moment, Xylos even felt that he smelled something from one of the images. He even had a moment, where he could swear that he saw one of the more provocative female personifications winked at him as he was flipping through the pages. 

He was completely engrossed in the artbook; drawn in by the texture and the feeling that the image is alive.  He didn't notice that every time he flipped a page, the rune on the back page would fade out for a moment before appearing again slightly dimmer than before.

When he finished reading the book, he felt a rush of heat flow from his chest. It surprised him at first but on further inspection, nothing seems to have changed about his state. It felt similar to a rush that happened when a person pulled themselves out of a state of concentration and just realized that the room was hotter than before.

He put the artbook aside and opened the book titled "bmst," the moment he touched it he felt mana flow into him and reflect back after reaching his core. As it happened, he almost threw away the book out of fear. This was one of the magic books that checked if the reader had a matching magic system before it would show its contents. Luckily, it wasn't one of those books that attacked the reader if he or she wasn't.

As he expected, when he opened the book every page either had a single word "bmst" on it or was blank. The illustrated keyhole on the page looked suspicious and a thought came to his mind that maybe if he drew a "key" rune depicted in the previous book and pressed it against the lock the contents would appear or something would happen.

Thus, he took a piece of rune paper, folded it four times so it could fit in the palm of his hand and then drew the "key" rune from the artbook on it. Sadly,  he didn't feel anything when the rune was drawn. Regardless, he pressed the piece of paper at the keyhole hoping for something to happen. He waited for a few minutes...

and then some more...

but as he somewhat expected...

nothing happened...without a second thought, he drew the words "Key" vertically on another folded piece of rune paper. The moment he compiled the spell using his system, the piece of paper started glowing; at the same time, the "bmst" book seems to glow with the same color. 

Xylos cautiously pushed the glowing "key" rune into the illustrated keyhole. It went right in and created an audible click before the paper dissipated into the air.

Xylos watched the book for a moment before hesitantly opened the book. He flipped to a random page noticed a blank page, however this time something that looked like an ink figurine appeared on the page. It performed a series of eloquent movements; some looked like a dance; some looked like a stage performance, and some even looked like fighting and grappling moves. Each action caused the page to fill up with various things such as fire, stars, spirits of various colors and shapes, plants, and small to large animals. Once the page was filled with things the page would automatically flip over. 

The ink figurine performed from page to page, creating all sorts of things until it stopped unwillingly at the final page before it looked up and looked at Xylos with an abstract smile...then it abruptly jumped out of the page toward his face. Xylos reeled back in surprise only to see the figurine vanish before reaching him. He immediately inspected himself to make sure that nothing happened to his body or core. To his relief, everything was the same.

It didn't seem like a coincidence that both books were magical in one way or another. He promptly put the "bmst" book away; he had a feeling it was like those mischevious books that liked surprising incompatible readers. 

He made his way to the chained book titled "Beryl's musical scores and travels" on the second floor of the library. Standing some distance away, he inspected the book. Slowly but surely, some sort of music started coming out of the book. It started with a slow flute melody before the sound of a piano, a trumpet, and a violin joined in and built a fast-paced epic; it sounded like a person setting out for a grand adventure for the first time. 

The longer he listened to it,  the louder the music became until it drowned out everything in the library. He tried to pull away but the felt the music resonate comfortably inside his body and he closed his eyes to take in the feeling. He only did so because he felt his body rejuvenating with each beat, tone, and rhythm from the music. Finally, it seemed to evoke the image of rhythmically dancing figures and calm shifting landscapes in his mind-eye. He felt powerful and unrestrained, indulging in a feeling of comfort and boundlessness. 

He didn't know how much time passed but when the music faded he opened his eyes, he found himself standing in the center of a large clearing surrounded by tall trees on all sides.

"Where am I now...?"

Xylos was copied from another universe into another with all his memories intact into the body of an "Artificial Human" at an experimental facility. It was a world of magic with a familiar system, but alas, as a failed product with an incomplete core, he only has a month to live. How will he survive?

After a long time, Noah was unconscious and only after a few hours he woke up. He saw himself in the cave and thought if everything was a bad dream.
"To think that in this cave was really an altar and that I met with Gibril and God gave me a gift. I am desperate to have such a savage dream. Let us go out and find something to eat, I am starving."
Noah then stood up and began to walk to the entrance of the cave, but suddenly he heard a voice in his head. It was a mechanical voice, the same as from his voice assistant.
[Leveling System activated]
[From now on you are the master of the system.]
[You got 20000 Exp as a beginner gift from God.]Name: Noah
Age: 15
Exp: 20000
Magician: Still mortal (0/20000)
Knight: Still mortal (0/30000)
Wealth: 0 
Noah could not believe what he was seeing right now and thought he was still dreaming, but then he realized and remembered what Gibril said about getting a gift from God to help me cultivate. He knew about system, because he was for a short time a novel fan, but then he stopped reading to spend more time in training.
"I really got a system. Thank you, God you are the best."
But then he remembered something more important than the system, if he really got the system then he really travelled in time. That means that he is in some other time and he had no idea if it is in the past or future.
"Where am I now? I need to find out."
But before he decided to put the 20000 Exp in the magician class. He needed some power to fight there out, he did not know anything right now, so he had to be careful and prepare for the unknown danger.
 
 
 
 Name: Noah
Age: 15
Exp:0
Magician: 1st Star (0/50000)
Knight: Still mortal (0/30000)
Wealth: 0 
He directly felt a fresh and icy feeling inside himself and his Mana Core awaked officially right now. The process was smooth, and he did not feel under pressure like in the Awaking ceremony in the altar. He felt now how mana is storage in the Mana Core and flowing slowly in the meridians. Normally a normal magician would need a Mana Breathing Technique, but he did not need it and he has only to kill beast to get the EXP.
"Let's try if I can use Mana ball, like it was illustrated in the book."
Noah read a lot of books about Mana and simple techniques and Breathing techniques for the cases of cases. Now it is useful for him, because he was now a magician and if he had not that little comprehension about magic, then he would not know what to do.
"Thanks god, mother left her books about magic and I could learn them, otherwise I would be now helpless with my new power as a magician. And I think Mana Ball as a basic spell should be easy to use."
Noah then start to imagine forming a ball with mana in his hand and began to let his mana flow to the right hand to make it possible.
Mana were basically an outbreak of imagination combined with a word or a group of words. As stronger the imagination as stronger the spell can be.
If you have an extraordinarily strong imagination and strong mana, then you can even create a new spell. But unfortunately, the magician of 3000 years after Athrosh were all lazy and learned only what their ancestors show them, and they do not even try to create something new.
The words that are said when someone cast a spell are only a tool to activate your imagination, but they are not the key. That is why Noah learned to bring his imagination to the limit every time and searched for methods to strength it too. It is very strange even for old magician to do something like that, because they did not care about bringing their imagination to the limit and strength it.
Noah only did it because his mother told him so as he was young, and it was also one of the few things he could remember from his mother.
Back to Noah, he was trying to form the Mana Ball and surprisingly he could form a Mana Ball in his first try and even without words. He was even more surprised, because as an aspirator to knight, he thought he never would use his power of imagination.
"Thank you, mom, without your tip I wouldn't be able to use magic so easy."
But then he turned upset and said:" I thought my whole time I would be a knight and make father and grandparents proud, but it seems like the destiny wanted to me to be a magician at first."
Then he practiced a few times more, before he went out of the cave and began to run in direction of Neutral City. The forest was still the same at the beginning, but then he began to think that the forest has become larger, because he already run out longer than he run in. At the beginning the trees were still the same, maybe a little smaller but still the same trees. But he did not find the end of the forest as fast as he entered.
But then he heard a noise from people. He was curious to see who it was, but most importantly was to see if they could help him. He then climbed a tree and began to watch to the direction of the noise. What he saw a young girl and a young boy. They looked at the same age as him, so he decided to go to them.

This is the story of a young man, who travels accidentally  3000 years back in the past. Because he is the first man ever to travel in time, God gave him a system to help him become stronger.
Once in the past, our main character will begin his journey in this unknown but known world.
Through his journey he will know a lot of new people and live a lot of adventures.
Was it really an accident or was it destiny to travel back in time? This is the question that will accompany our main character in this journey.

Autor: Hello everyone, I am Neonime_Tam. This is my second novel and I want to share it with you. I hope you can like it and if you want to, then give me a review. Thank you.

I will publish one chapter a day, from Monday to Friday.

The hall was in worse shape after the fight. Stones, blood, tattered cloth scattered everywhere. The intensity of the fight was totally imaginable. Angor even felt a bit scared when walking in the hall.
There were two types of blood on the floor, a blue one and a bright red one. The blue one should have come from the blue giant. As for the red one… probably younger Sunders, as long as nobody else came here.
The blue bloodstains ended at one side of the ruin. Angor took a guess that the blue giant died right there. As for why its corpse was not here, either younger Sunders took it away or something else happened.
The trail of red blood persisted until Angor reached the wooden door. Younger Sunders passed through the door, wounded.
This door was the only exit in the hall. At least, it was the only way Angor could find. He needed to leave by the door as well. Before doing so though, Angor looked at the bookshelves nearby.
As a dedicated book lover, Angor would not ignore these books of course. Besides, he was curious about what kind of content was written in the books in the Nightmare Realm.
Angor recalled his experience during which he stumbled into the Nightmare Realm when taking his talent test back at Padt Manor. He saw a "Mister Bunny" who was reading a book. When Angor peeked at the book from behind the bunny, he saw a fairytale which seemed to be able to put people to sleep. Unconsciously, Angor became the heroine in the story and was manipulated by Mister Bunny. He made it out in the end, but he went through many close calls.
The incident with the book caused Angor to hold great interest in the books in this hall.
He walked to the bookshelves and realized that the books were messed up after the fight. Many scattered on the ground.
He saw red fingerprints on the edges of some of the books. Maybe younger Sunders read them before leaving.
Only a part of the books had fingerprints on them, so young Sunders only read a few.
But why? Did younger Sunders think that these books were worthless and lost his patience? 
With that in mind, Angor picked up one of the books Sunders read.
The cover was blank. It recorded an elementary alchemy technique and a common one at that. Angor saw it in Sunders' collection room. He had even recorded it in his tablet.
Angor started up the hologram tablet and found the alchemy technique to compare. 
Yup, totally the same, down to every single word.
He read several more books, with or without younger Sunders' traces on them. They were all about basic wizardry knowledge, and Angor saw many of the same copies from Sunders' collection.
It was only natural that younger Sunders disregarded them and left quickly.
Angor, on the other hand, gladly accepted them. There were some books that were not collected by Sunders because they were too simple. Angor spent half an hour to record all of the books that he had not seen before. These basic wizard books would not cost much at all, but Angor wanted to save up as much as he could. He only had a small number of magic crystals that Greya gave him, so he needed to make the best use of them before he found a way to earn money.
When he finished photographing the books, Angor stretched himself and looked at the blood trail leading toward the door again. He sighed and went on his way.
Behind the door, there was another maze path with occasional drainage ditches on the sides. This was the sewer of a city after all so they should totally be here. Angor was wondering why did the ancient wizards make this sewer into a maze?
He followed the bloodstains and reached the first fork road beyond the hall.
It led to three different directions, two of which had blood trails. Angor crouched down and inspected the patterns of the trails. The path on the right had two trails in it, which meant younger Sunders walked to the right side first but came back for some reason.
The path in the middle had a single trail, so younger Sunders walked here next. Considering the color of the blood, he had left for a long time and never came back.
Either he died to a monster, or the middle path was the correct choice.
Angor needed to make a decision too. The right path was an obvious no, so Angor should go to the left or middle.
The left path was unknown since no one explored it. Unpredictable. The middle path might be the right one… or a deadly monster nest. Either way could be dangerous. Angor hesitated for a while and finally chose the middle one.
He had no particular reason. Just that even though the younger Sunders was weaker than middle-aged Sunders, he was still a lot stronger than a mortal. Correct or not, the middle path was cleared up by someone else, so Angor might as well enjoy the free peace.
With this mindset, Angor stayed on the trails left by younger Sunders.
Angor did not know how long he traveled or how many forks he went past. When he began to question his decision, he saw a picture on a wall which illustrated the figure of a misty ghost shadow who had a single eye growing on its body.
Instead of fear, Angor felt joy.
The monster in the picture was a "Witch's Eye". Before coming to the Nightmare Realm, Sunders mentioned that these monsters roamed around the center of the underground maze, which meant Angor was close to the exit!
However, Sunders said something else too, "Witch's Eyes were vicious and cunning creatures, they tend to stick in groups. If you meet any of those things, you will become a pile of bones in the first second."
Sunders was half-joking. He did not think Angor had any chance of encountering a Witch's Eye on his own. Even if the boy was somehow teleported into the underground maze, he would never make it to the central area.
Of course, Sunders would never expect that Angor not only reached the center, he only ran into a single fight. Not with a monster, but a younger version of Sunders himself.
As a matter of course, Angor believed his path was free of monsters thanks to younger Sunders' effort. When he reached another fork, Angor went to the one with younger Sunders' traces without hesitation. He was already inside the central area, maybe he could make it to the exit with someone clearing monsters for him!
Before he could finish that thought though, Angor heard someone screaming behind the next corner.
He looked ahead and saw younger Sunders.
The man was fighting several dozens of black shadows floating in the air. One of the shadows went through Sunders' chest, who shrieked in pain again, vomited some substance mixed with blood and guts, and collapsed on the ground, unconscious.
Angor was startled by the scene and quickly prepared to run away. At this moment, he heard the black shadows giving out sharp noises like screams. Next, they scattered away as if something frightened them for good.
When they ran about, Angor saw they all had those big, single eyes in the middle of their bodies. Those were Witch's Eyes!


A young traveler who receives enlightenment from another civilization is on a mission to save his beloved mentor. In his journey to seek the ultimate truth, he travels extensively and along the way, he experiences some unpredictable encounters. Will he be able to save his mentor or will his path be derailed?

I'm finally free. My little sister really enjoys when I read to her, and with the second volume of the princesses books our mother brought recently, she became once again obsessed with those 'new' stories. 

It has been a really bad year. I went from believing I had a lot of time to introduce all kinds of stories to the world, to realize that I wasn't the only reincarnated person in the world. And the others were not playing around like I've done until now.

One guy has already written three books, with a fourth coming out soon. Another one has somehow made a cartoon for tv. And there were at least three others making their 'own' comic books, if the information my father has is correct.

Fortunately no one has touched any of the titles I love. But that didn't mean that no one was planning on it, or even worse, already doing it. So now I could only work hard and pray for the best possible outcome. 

"Rachel! It's time to go, are you ready?" My father called me. 

We were going to the comic publisher where my father has some friends. I planned to familiarize myself in the comic business to eventually make one of my own. After all, I have a talent for drawing and I know many interesting stories. 

"Yes daddy" I said with a sweet smile. I couldn't have him regret his decision after all the time I had spent convincing him to bring me there. 

"Are you really planning on making your own comic?" My father asked once we were on the road. 

"Yes! After you told me about the other kids my age doing so much, it inspired me" I replied with extra enthusiasm. 

My father sighed at my answer, "I know that you're a really talented girl with a precious gift, but you don't need to try this hard. You're young, and it worries me all the effort you been putting these last days" He said with a soft tone. 

It's true that I have been working hard lately. And I'm grateful for the care that my father always gives me. But it's nothing serious, he's just perplexed with the sudden change in my attitude. I went from a relaxed and playful girl, to a hard working one who hardly plays anymore. 

"I know daddy. I just want to try it out and see what happens with my own eyes" I finally said. There was no way I could explain to him the importance of not wasting time. 

The rest of our time in the car was filled with the typical questions about school and the friends I've made. My suffering only stopped until we arrived to our destination, where I finally could get out to get some needed space. 

I didn't had any expectations for the place, but still I have to admit that I was somehow disappointed. It was just a building, with no special details worth mentioning, besides the big sign at the entrance. 

Fortunately the interior had more life to it. There were some people walking from one side to the other, talking and discussing loudly about many things. 

Among the group of people there was one of my dad's friends, an amicable looking middle age guy, who was a little on the fat side. When he saw us, he approached with a happy expression on his face. 

"Robert! Nice to see you" He said before giving my father a short hug. 

"I see that you haven't left the hamburgers, huh?" My father joked. 

"Hahaha, I tried it for a couple of days... Never again!" He replied. And then they proceeded to joke around for a extremely long time. In my unbiased opinion. 

"Glenn, this is my daughter. Rachel" My father suddenly said. I was starting to think that he forgot to introduce me in the first place. 

"Hello Mr. Glenn, I'm Rachel. It's nice to meet you" I saluted him politely. 

"Nice to meet you too!" He said to me with a smile, "Are you sure that she's your daughter? She's cute and well mannered after all" He joked again. But I sure wasn't going to let them go at it again. 

"Mr. Glenn, what is everyone doing? They seem to be discussing something important" I asked while pointing the group of people in front. 

"Oh! They are discussing about work, we have some deadlines to accomplish after all... Although the topic now is about Michael. A kid who's making this really cool comic book named 'The walking dead' " He explained. 

"Is Michael here?" I asked quickly. I really wanted to meet another person in my situation. Maybe the possibility of working together wasn't impossible after all. 

"Yes, do you want to meet him?" He asked with interest. 

I just nodded in confirmation, and after some more small talk between the 'adults', we went towards one of the rooms in the building. 

Inside, there was a young kid my age discussing with two adults about something related to the violence of the comic, according to what I could hear. 

The kid, that should be Michael, had a beautiful shiny blonde hair, although a little too long for my liking. He had pale skin, a small pointy nose, and deep blue eyes. He's definitely cute. 

"Ok, let me ask the boss" One of the adults said, and then walked away. 

Taking advantage of the situation, I approached quickly with a clear intention on mind. "Hey there. I'm Rachel" I introduced myself to the pair in front of me. Although my eyes never left Michael. 

"Hello Rachel. I'm Thomas and this is my son Michael" He said once he noticed his son's lack of interest. 

"Tom! How is it all going?" Glenn asked once he and my dad got closer. 

Like I supposed, there was a problem about how violent the comic was turning out. What did surprise me, was that no one mentioned the fact that a little kid imagined that violence in the first place. 

The adults were discussing about it, so I finally made my move, "Hey, are you planning in doing the whole farm storyline? I ask because I wasn't really a fan of that part in the TV show" I said with a mischievous smile. 

I totally caught him off guard. His expression transformed quickly from irritating and expressionless, to one full of surprise and I even dare to say relief too. 

"Come with me" He simply said after a while, and walked towards one corner of the room. I signaled my father where I was going and then followed him. 

"So another one has appeared" He said playfully when we reached a 'safe' spot. 

"Why are you trying to act like I didn't surprise you? Your face before was pure gold" I joked. 

"Ha ha, a funny one I see" He said, adopting a more serious expression. "Let's drop the act. Why are you here?" 

"Do I need a reason to present myself to you?" I asked back. I wanted us to have talked casually for a longer period of time before we started with business. But he obviously had other plans. 

He just sighed with a tired expression at my words, "Well, let me present the situation from my perspective first, so we'll both are in the same place" He said with a low tone that totally didn't match his boyish looks. 

"I don't know how many reincarnated people there are. And I suspect, given the people I'm aware of, that we all were born around the same year... What I do know, is that we have a big opportunity to succeed thanks to our bast knowledge of future inventions. But like the kids we are, we are limited in our actions... So, the entertainment industry turned out to be the best alternative for us to tackle. Comics, books, tv shows, music. There's a lot of possibilities... "

"I'm aware of that. In fact I'm planning to make a certain story on my own. Which, as you could have guessed, is the principal reason of my presence here" I said with a small smile.  

"That's cute" He smirked, but it didn't last long before his serious expression returned "...In my case, once I realized the situation I was in, all I could think of was to make this one property I loved and make it my own. Give it my own spin if you may...But I was late" 

That sucks, I really hope that doesn't happen to me. And considering that 'Harry Potter' is very popular, it could happen at any time. 

"What was the property you wanted to make?" I asked. I didn't want to pry, but my curiosity was bigger. 

"Star wars" He admitted, "A girl named Carla presented the idea earlier to other comic publisher" 

I completely forgot about that one. It will be hard to make it popular at this time though. And introducing it with a comic instead of a movie, will make it even more difficult. 

"Do you know of others like us?... Besides Carla I mean" I was curious, and he seemed to know more than me about the others. 

"So you really want to join the fun, huh?" Michael said, while he genuinely smiled for the first time. "Well you're in luck, thanks to my father I was able to get to know about most of the competition... 

There's this unknown girl, who I believe will participate in a kid show. But she's going with the music route, so I'm not that interested about her.

Miguel, who I discovered recently, is writting 'The chronicles of Narnia'. Although I been told that it will take him some time to finish.

And the worst of all, even more so than Carla, is this guy who doesn't know how to take it easy. Samuel..."

Samuel Bane, a guy who was just a normal 23 year old in another life, was living in a new world with his memory intact. 

The new world is almost exactly the same as the one he lived before, except that the period of time was similar to the mid 80's that he knew by the movies and tv shows he watched.

This story will focus on how Sam enters the entertainment business. Getting his works published and meeting new people on his way towards an unheard level of success. 

The concept of the story has inspiration in "I'm really a super star", but it's nothing alike.


> Currently I'm posting a chapter every Tuesday.

She used to be a bright child. She was just not fortunate enough to have a normal life. Ill and bed-ridden, she slowly lost affect and cut herself off from outer reality, as her only joy was to construct a complex fantasy world. And eventually, she met her demise.

Nevertheless, her story did not end here. Who is to say that Death is our last path? For her, it was just the beginning. She had been given a second chance. Reborn as a Goddess in the very own world that she created, it was now only up to her to write her own story.

‘This time, let’s try to live normally.’

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