“My name is Rida,” he says. At the sound of his name, the wind suddenly quiets. “I am the god of boundaries.”

“Boundaries?”

“Of boundaries. Of meeting points and overlaps, of crossings, parallels, perpendiculars, and borders. Patron of the transmigrated, the reincarnated, and mathematicians,” he recites smoothly. “And you are Alexandra Ming-Zho Shu, right?”

[Every chapter is illustrated.]

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?

When the black girl heard Zhang Lisheng's words that indicated that he was a graduate student in the Biology Faculty, she raised her brows. After verifying the young man's statement through LAN in the school, she looked at her dispirited colleague who was in a daze beside her before turning her head sideways to wink and whisper, "Hey, I like high IQ boys the most. In my opinion, great intelligence is more attractive than big muscles. Soon-to-be Dr. Zhang Lisheng, I can help you get 'The Illustrated Handbook of Bio-anatomy and Chemical Reaction' if you become my boyfriend tonight. However, if you don't, I can only tell you which bookshelf it's in and you'll have to look for it yourself. The choice is up to you. What choice are you picking then?"
"What do you mean?" Zhang Lisheng failed to grasp her point and asked.
"Forget it, baby. Since you're the most innocent boy at Stanford, I'll make an exception to service you for 'free' this time! Wait a moment, I'll get the book for you." The girl was stunned for a moment as she looked at the confused young man. Suddenly, she clasped her mouth with a hand to chuckle before walking quickly to the bookshelf in the hall. Very soon, she returned to the front desk while holding a big book.
It only took her less than 20 seconds in total, but the black girl's expression appeared to be much paler.
After she had settled the loaning procedure of the book 'The Illustrated Handbook of Bio-anatomy and Chemical Reaction' that had a black hard plastic cover vividly and realistically sketched with a half-skinned corpse lying on a rusty autopsy bed, she handed it to Zhang Lisheng. She could not help but comment, "The cover of this book really makes me feel uncomfortable."
"Maybe." After Zhang Lisheng took the book, he looked at the cover that was exactly identical on the one shown on the computer screen before flashing a smile and walking out of the library. Breathing in the fresh air at night, he rode back to his dormitory building on his bike.
As he walked into the dormitory while holding a book, the janitor who had a big square-shaped head and who had great physical strength recognized him at a glance and deliberately called out to him, "Young man, are you Zhang Lisheng from A011?"
"Yes, sir."
"I'm Hammy Walter, the night janitor of this dormitory. I just received a notice from the Student Management Office that according to California law, you must return to the dormitory before 12 am on non-holiday days. If you exceed the time, you'll have to report your whereabouts to me. You can just text me through my phone or Facebook. My number is…" Perhaps the janitor had received some warning when he received the notice from the Student Management Office, so the janitor who was usually rude appeared amiable to the young man.
The first-year Stanford students who came to the front of the student dormitory and who had never heard that they would have to report to the dormitory janitor when they go to the college could not help but slow down their footsteps. Perplexed, they looked at Zhang Lisheng who stood face to face with the janitor.
The young man could only flash a wry smile and nodded—"Alright, I got it, Mr. Hammy!"—before rapidly walking back to his dorm.
In the next few days, Zhang Lisheng laid down on the bed and read 'The Illustrated Handbook of Bio-anatomy and Chemical Reaction' to spend his time. On top of that, an outrageous rumor began to spread out in his dorm—that a fairly remarkable person that the California court directly monitored had resided in this dorm.
A wise man did not believe in rumors but the word 'wise' here did not refer to intelligence, but 'wisdom'. Very soon, the rumor intensified among the immature first-year students. Meanwhile, the center of this new campus legend unknowingly went to his supervisor's lab to report himself after he finished reading 'The Illustrated Handbook of Bio-anatomy and Chemical Reaction'.
He had learned from the Internet that a giant scientific laboratory could accommodate hundreds of scientists that were divided into dozens of research groups which could solve scientific problems together at the same time. Zhang Lisheng had a premonition that Steven's lab would not be big.
However, after he had finished his breakfast in the morning, he shuttled around Stanford's vast campus with a group of college students who rushed to the class on a bicycle like racing under the pleasantly warm sunlight. After a while, he finally found the laboratory building. When he walked up to the third floor and entered the biological laboratory built around the two color-changing soft beetles he contributed, Zhang Lisheng was surprised to see that this laboratory would actually turn out to be so small.
It was a room of no more than three hundred square meters divided into three transparent and one opaque compartment at the four corners using special glasses. In the middle where the public area lied, other than a circle of sofas and coffee tables where the researchers could rest after a tiresome day, there were also several large unknown test instruments. That was it, that's the laboratory.
Early in the morning, Steven had already made a cup of coffee while sitting on the sofa in the public area of ​​the lab. He did so while doing something on his tablet computer. As for the few glass rooms in the corner of the room, there were already people carrying out their experiments there.
Zhang Lisheng, who had changed into soft slippers and a white coat according to standard experimental procedures, walked quietly towards his supervisor's back. "Professor, good morning. This is the lab you built with a quarter of the experimental budget of Stanford's Biology Faculty? It looks different from what I imagined. "
"Oh, you're here, Lisheng!" Steven replied without turning around. "How much do you think the experimental budget of Stanford's Biology Faculty can get? Besides, this lab is not as simple as you think. Just these few machines beside me are already enough to attract three young scientists who have received a doctorate degree in science to sacrifice their temporary interests for postdoctoral research. Can't you see? They're in the glass rooms together with a group of graduate students who are equally ambitious but of little talent, vainly hoping to rely on the advanced experimental environment to produce amazing results and become famous afterwards..."
"Oh, Professor! You're really tart and mean!" Zhang Lisheng went around to sit down with Steven. "How is the progress with the lab construction in the foreign world?"
"Well, they can't hear us in the glass rooms anyway. About that, Maggette said that it's a little difficult. If it's Shrimp World No. 1, it could be directly implemented. Yet due to a lack of military strength, the government cannot guarantee the safety of the lab in Shrimp World No. 2…"
"Let's just take the risk then if safety cannot be ensured! An undeveloped island with dense pristine jungles and a piece of land that has matured into civilization before that has been tossed and turned where one could remember everything like the back of their hands. As long as you're not an idiot, any biologist would know where to go to build a laboratory."
"You know what, Lisheng? Other than the fact that you're lucky and you're a millionaire, what I like most about you is your decisiveness and your daring spirit to sacrifice for science!" Steven put down the tablet from his hand and took a good look at Zhang Lisheng. As arrogance disappeared with a flash from his face, he said, "I also answered Maggette like that! Even though what we're doing is not as sacred and clean as what the outsiders think. However, if we want to stand on the peak, we must dare to fight other than having luck!"
"Professor, you are a biologist, not a bank robber!" The young man said with a smile.
"If you've been in this field for a long time, you'd know that there's almost no difference. One is to snatch the wisdom of others while the other one is to snatch someone else's money." Steven took a sip of coffee and stood up before shouting out loud, "Everyone, stop your experiments and come out. Let me introduce a new working partner to you guys."
Upon hearing his shout, the people in the glass rooms soon came out in confusion.
"This is Zhang Lisheng! My former collaborator and a future genius biologist!" Steven first pointed at Zhang Lisheng as he introduced the young man to the others as his 'collaborator' instead of his graduate student. This, no doubt, greatly elevated the young man's status in the laboratory.
After that, Steven pointed to a burly, ugly, and ferocious-looking fat man in his thirties who looked more like a butcher than a scientist, an ordinary-looking Caucasian young man in his twenties who had a long face, and a solemn-looking young woman wearing square-framed thick glasses. Steven then introduced all three of them to Zhang Lisheng. "Boyle, a doctor who graduated his Ph.D. last year. He's now responsible for the study of the color-changing pigmentation of the beetle's exoskeleton. Pamil, who graduated from his Ph.D. the same year as Boyle last year. He's in charge of the study of the exoskeleton bone structure of the beetle's soft body. Shalin, a doctor who just got her doctorate degree this year. She's in charge of the study of the visceral compression resistance of soft beetles. They're the heads in-charge of three different topics of our laboratory."
As he was introducing the members of the laboratory, Zhang Lisheng nodded his head while greeting them continuously, "It's an honor to meet you, Dr. Boyle… Dr. Pamil... Dr. Shalin…"
Boyle, Pamil, and Shalin also appeared to be very polite towards Zhang Lisheng, particularly Pamil who even took the young man's hand and shook it. "Mr. Zhang Lisheng. I've read about the paper on the soft beetle you and Professor Steven published in the Science journal before. It's the foundation of the research work in our laboratory. I'm very happy to be able to work with you. "
After seeing Zhang Lisheng acquainting himself with the laboratory's topic heads, Steven then introduced the laboratory's 'research assistants', also known as the graduate students who did all the 'crappy jobs', to the young man.
The supervisors of these graduate students put their name on Steven's laboratory, which could be said as one of the ways to apply for research funding, but they rarely come to the lab. Instead, they were busy with their own research.
They would usually send their own students to deal with errands, so for this reason, these research assistants would rotate every few days. Even so, it would always be the same 20 or so people coming here every now and then. 
Zhang Lisheng greeted these graduate students who were a few years older than him. With that, he had officially integrated into the laboratory and became one of them.
"Lisheng, my task in the laboratory is to summarize the research results obtained by Boyle, Pamil, and Shalin from the three research topics. Then, by experimenting on what we know, we could finally form a scientific conclusion. From now on, you'll be my research assistant. Well, you have a strong ability in carrying out things by yourself, so if you want to do some small research of your interest, you can carry out the experiment independently when I'm not using the lab…"
"Professor, if you allow me to carry out my experiment independently, can I get a separate glass room?"
Steven sighed and shrugged. "I'll ask Maggette. I think he'd most likely agree to it. However, you'd have to come up with the research assistant you need yourself when you're carrying the experiment."
"I'm fast and brisk, so I don't usually need any assistant," Seeing that his purpose had been achieved, Zhang Lisheng smiled.


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 first thing I thought about when I woke up the next day was my birthday. It was just four days away. I probably thought about it because I felt like shit. I had this instant association because I always felt shitty on my birthday.

There are two ways you can look at your birthday. That you've lived another year, or that you're one year closer to death. Of course, both are true. But you look at the credit, or you look at the debit. It's difficult to look at both at the same time.

But me and my paranoia, we managed to pull it off. Me and my paranoia made a great working team. The problem was, my paranoid partner always had a contrary, negative take on things.

I would be looking at the credit side, and my paranoid partner would sneer and point out all the opportunities I'd missed, and all the times that I'd been an asshole over that past year. I would be looking at the debit side, and my paranoid partner would be consoling me, advising me to enjoy my misfortune because it was nothing yet compared to what was still to come.

I would tell myself that it was normal to gather a bunch of black marks and stains like that in any given year. It was called life: life was like that, it had its ups and downs. But wasn't I supposed to be better than normal? At the very least, above average?

That morning in the cabin on Anvil Island, I felt way below average. I sat up on the sofa I'd been sleeping on and rubbed my face and established it was neither rainy or sunny at that moment. It didn't mean much: I'd already seen the local weather change from one extreme to another in the space of a couple of hours.

Captain Morgan was still grinning at me from the label on the bottle, but he had few goods to sell. There was maybe an inch of rum left. I drank it together with my first coffee and gritted my teeth and decided to have a cold shower. I'd already verified that the gas water heater was out of gas.

It was a fucking horrorshow, I actually screamed out loud a few times. I punished myself by washing very thoroughly, cleaning every orifice and soaping myself twice. It worked the way punishment always works: I felt happy when it was over.

While toweling myself dry, I discovered that I practically had no dick any more. My balls were doing their best to disappear, too. That was okay. I wasn't interested in sex, didn't even want to think about sex after that Peter Schmidt business. Thinking about sex made me wish sex didn't exist.

I went to the kitchen feeling better after my shower. A shower always makes things better. If it is a nice shower then it's nice, and if it's horrible your whole worldview improves the moment it is over. It also improves your appetite.

I spent nearly an hour in the kitchen eating myself stupid. Harry had left the aspirin on the kitchen table. He didn't leave any speed. I had a couple of aspirins halfway through my gargantuan meal, then spent ten minutes and half a dollar's worth of detergent doing the dishes. There was no hot water, and everything was greasy.

I went to sit on the sofa and smoke a cigarette and barely managed to finish it before falling asleep.

When I woke up, it was already late afternoon. I was totally ghosted out after my long sleep. I spent the rest of the day drinking coffee and smoking cigarettes in an attempt to reconnect with myself. I was unsuccessful. Even my paranoid partner was gone. I just had no one to talk to.

I tried reading, but the words were written by someone from another planet. They had no meaning, they just were a bunch of marks on the page. I tried thinking, and it was like groping my way through a thick fog. I tried doing nothing at all except for smoking and became aware of my tired heartbeat. My heart felt like a weary horse pulling an overloaded cart. There was a soft wheeze each time I exhaled smoke. A tiny nerve in my left hand was jumpy about something.

When darkness fell, I lit the lamp and spent the evening looking at the small flame. Occasionally, it would flicker and release a thin ribbon of sooty smoke. It quickly evolved into a game: I tried to predict those smoke signals. I was almost always wrong. My timing was completely off. Timing was everything. You could make the best move in the world, but if you made it at the wrong time you still ended face down in shit.

Unfortunately things didn't work that way in reverse. If you made a bad move it stayed a bad move, good timing just meant the punishment wasn't as harsh. Having a birthday soon was very bad timing. Of course, my paranoid partner thought it was great timing. I could almost feel him rubbing his hands in gleeful anticipation. That guy really enjoyed kicking the shit out of me.

I made myself tea and treated myself to a plate of Scottish shortbread - Harry had bought a couple of big tins. They were different. One tin was round and enameled a dark navy blue and featured a couple of crossed anchors lying below a an illustration of a sailing ship. To my eye, it looked like one of those ultra-fast clippers on the tea run from Asia to Europe.

The other, square tin was a horrible red tartan. It had a picture on the top as well, a guy playing with his two dogs somewhere in the presumably Scottish countryside. I guessed the three of them were high on shortbread.

Shortbread packs quite a punch. It hits you right in the gut, but from the inside. At one of my European schools, there had been this girl who was into shortbread. She was nibbling at one on every break, sometimes during a class. She was so fat she could hardly walk, and had a round pale face sprinkled with red pimples.

It was nice to think of someone more fucked up than me. It relaxed and soothed. The nerve in my left hand finally went to sleep.

A while later, so did I.

I woke up the next day feeling much better, even though it was raining. I used the chemical toilet - I wasn't going for a shit in the woods in the rain. I washed myself at the kitchen sink, and had a breakfast of shortbread and coffee. Powerful stuff, if there was a dog around I'd have probably played with it.

But there was no dog around, and all I could do was play with myself. I got all my painting and drawing gear out of my bag and spread it out on the coffee table. My sketchpad was a dog's breakfast, bent every which way and stained. My charcoal sticks had broken into a mess of stumps. The paint tubes were all dented and it was lucky none of them had burst.

But the pencils were in fine shape, and so was a notebook with blank pages and good, semi-glossy paper. Rembrandt did some of his finest stuff on palm-sized pieces of paper.

A few hours later, it was painfully apparent I was no Rembrandt. My first few attempts were awful beyond description. I had hopes for a moody study of the shotgun and the box of shells lying on the coffee table, but just as I was applying the final touches I saw I had made the stock too big. And the box of shells looked like a box of aspirin or some other tame shit. I'd wanted it to radiate danger.

My paranoid partner rubbed his hands and got in some practice before I made myself a big plate of fish fingers and rice mixed with canned vegetables. That shut him up. Food always did. Food and booze sometimes had him purring with contentment. However, I kept away from the Kokanee True Ale. I was sure that once I'd started drinking, I wouldn't stop until the last drop of booze was gone.

I had another go at drawing something and failed spectacularly and spent half an hour going through all the books on the bookshelf, reading a page when something seemed promising and instantly dismissing it as shit. The words still had no meaning, they were just black marks on the page.

I spent the rest of the day sitting and smoking and drinking tea and nibbling a shortbread from time to time. Each time I did that, I thought about that girl I'd known. She'd been so fat and ugly. I couldn't remember her name, wasn't even sure which school we'd attended together - was it Paris or London? Was she alive? Was she enjoying life?

Maybe she'd changed her diet. Maybe she'd metamorphosed into a beautiful woman. Ugly ducklings turn into swans surprisingly often. Maybe she was much happier than I'd ever been.

There are three things to look at when reading a person: eyes, mouth, hands. But I'd never really looked at her eyes, just at her thick glasses. I'd never looked at her hands. And her mouth had been always busy: working on a shortbread, on the skin next to her fingernails, on the end of a pen, on a strand of dark hair that had escaped from the tie at the back of her head.

We'd met six times a week and spent hundreds of hours together in the same room and inevitably shared hundreds of experiences. I didn't know anything about her, just that her portrait could have been used to turn people off shortbread for life.

Before I fell asleep, I also wondered what she'd thought about me, if anything at all. By the time I'd met her, I had already started wearing my scowl. Most likely she'd thought I was an asshole.

With this comforting thought, I finally fell asleep.

The third day of my lonely vigil in the cabin on Anvil Island was one of those days TV and radio weathermen sum up as sunny with scattered showers. When I was rubbing my face awake, I found out I really needed a shave.

I spent a long time at the kitchen sink, shaving by touch. Then  I ate breakfast and smoked a couple of cigarettes with my third coffee of the day. It looked as if there would be a long interval between the advertised scattered showers, so I went out for a walk.

I walked along the southern shore of the island, or at least as close to it as I could: at times, I was forced to make a dogleg deep into the woods. There were tons of mushrooms around. I wished I knew which ones to pick. A plate of mushrooms fried with chopped bacon and onions! That's what I wanted to eat. I decided I'd get an illustrated guide to mushrooms at the earliest opportunity.

That led me to think about Harry: I really didn't want to have to struggle with those knots he'd tied. I had never piloted a boat with an outboard motor, too. I'd sat in one often enough, and knew that steering involved manipulating the handle attached to the motor. That was about it. I didn't know how to handle cross-waves, or how to stop the whole fucking thing in a hurry.

It had already been a couple of days since Harry had left, and that implied things weren't going too well for his dad. I wondered whether he knew his son was a drug grower and dealer. Maybe he did, and didn't give a fuck. Maybe his time in the war and subsequently in the police made him believe there were far, far worse things than smoking a joint.

I was maybe halfway to the western shore of my island when I heard voices.

The voices belonged to a couple of teens, young guys with freshly broken voices: they skipped an octave now and then. As I stood frozen to the spot, they moved away. One of the kids laughed.

When I could barely hear them at all, I followed in their tracks.

Maybe ten minutes later, I stopped behind a tree and stared with disbelieving eyes.

There was a fucking resort on the island. Well, maybe it was a bit small to be called a resort. But it had a long docking pier and several buildings, and the biggest building had a busily smoking chimney. Harry was growing pot on an island frequented by holidaymakers! And he didn't tell me anything about their presence, either.

There were a few people walking around. A silver-haired couple huddled together on the pier, looking at the water. A couple of kids were playing catch nearby. As I watched, a bunch of people filed out of the big building with the smoking chimney. I guessed that was where meals were served.

I turned round, and started on the way back home.

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On the 10th of August, 1972, almost exactly ten months after my eighteenth birthday, I left my home and cut all ties with my family. This is the story of what happened next: to me, to people I knew, and to the world.

NOTE: All of the characters in this story are fictitious; however, many of the events described really took place. One of these, the  Montreal Museum of Fine Arts robbery in 1972, was the greatest theft of art in Canadian history.
It remains an unsolved mystery to this day, and is the first of many historical events that will involve the hero of this story.
Current update schedule: 2-5 chapters a week

Sometimes napapaisip ka nalang .. What if nagkatotoo yung kinagigiliwan mong fictional character? Sa teleserye man o libro, hindi naman natin minsan maiwasan na mainlove sa isang karakter, marahil sa kanyang ugali, personalidad , o kaya ang kanyang muka. 

Si  Dianne  ay 18 years old, and ready to step forward sa college. Since childhood nakasanayan  na  nya magbasa ng mga libro at nobela, it was supposed to be na pang-palipas oras  lamang niya iyon, everytime na wala syang magawa. Till' then naging hobby na niya ito hanggang mapadpad siya sa mga comics and manga noong Highschool.  

She was fairly attractive, at ang kanyang pamilya ay abot kaya-lamang,  Her father was actually a novelist, and just as she open her eyes into the books of paradise, her father eyes were already closed. Not too long her father died, due to cancer. Hindi agad ito na-aagapan or na detect agad ng machine when it's just in a stagnant level. After his Death, she started visiting her Father's Study room, from time  to time. Until she came across to a book, written on his name, Binasa nya agad ito, dahil gusto nya malaman kung anong nakasaad sa libro nang kanyang tatay. Days passed and she finished the first book written by his father, she was brought to tears, how nostalgic the feeling was. Years came she finishes all the book, until she stumble upon one comic book that was illustrated and also written by his father, it was quite old but it's still appealing. Binasa na nya ito and for the first time, she saw that type of book, It's like a drawing with text as her first impression just like the children's book.

Neither less, tungkol ito sa isang babaeng commoner, that fell inlove sa isang Royalty in disguised. The commoner was one of the thousands mere people in the area. But then there Kingdom was attacked, and it was now in the hands of the crowned Prince of the Azzelea Kingdom. The commoner was one of the many people who loses there most of their belongings and loved ones. Nakita syang palaboy laboy after war the slave trader came across her and captured her-  imprisoned her until someone will bought her,  As the Crowned Prince stumble upoon sa lugar ng mga slaves, he was disheartend and was a little angry giving a fierce look to the Slave trader who owns the Slave. Not only that, the slaves have admired how the Crowned Prince acknowlege them, even what kind of status you have in life, and soon left the area. The young female Commoner soon find a way as he meet the Crowned Prince once again, and at the end facing many hardships in different circumstances. they eventually fell in love together, and I actually didn't know what happen  in the ending, halos lahat kasi ng mga pages sa last part nito were torn apart or gibbeish na di mo maintindihan, there's a lot happening in the end but I was sure the last page was the scence of the Crowned Prince and the commoner kissed, I wonder how it actually turn out.. bago pa man nangyari ang ending nato.


After that, kina-hiligan ko na tuloy magbasa at bumuli ng mga ganong libro sa bookstore, Nagandahan ako kung pano nila pinakita ang mga "scence" and "characters" and into some point na it becames realistic and changes into a new world, parang mas lalo mong mas-naiintindihan at mas-close up ka pa sa kanila. I know na writtien books can also take you there in to far heights, para sakin kaya karin dalin ng mga gantong libro sa taas.

Pag-alala ng nakaraan na-alala ko pa kung pano ako na fall in love sa crowned prince, minsan childish- seryoso,mabait at kagalang-galang, yung tipong hanggang panaginip mo lang sya nakikita at sa libro na babasa.. Sometimes iniisip ko nalang na nag switch roles kami ng bida at ako ang kasama ng prinsipe, how charming right? Alam mo yung tulad ng feeling na hanggang tingin ka nalang kay crush tapos hanggang tingin ka na rin na makita mo sya ma fall sa iba? Sakto sa puso.. Hanggang ngayon binabalik-balikan ko parin basahin ang comic book nayon, kahit may old copy naman ako nang novel na iyon, na sanay na akong unahin munang basahin ang comic book/ or manga actually... lagi nalang ako na lo-love struck.. 


Ikaw ba? what if ma suck in ka sa loob ng libro? would you be happy, suprised, sad- ano ba kaya ang mararamdaman mo sa kalagayang iyon..

Would you rather stay and find that was destined to you fictionally? or find a way out to go back to your real world?

I always fantasize na what if I fall inlove and met my beloved? But him as a Fictional Character is such a bazarre Fantasy.

Dianne was always intrigued to a comic book/manga that her father made back then as she find that mysterious book out of curiosity in his father's bookshelf.
As Dianne read the book she was intrigued and come into the liking of manga and comics. 

Remembering back of the old days, where she remember the book her father made him that never cross off her mind was the man of her dreams, Lalaking nagpatibok ng kangyang puso sa relasyong hindi naman magkakatotoo.

Pero one day , she wakes up in a seemingly different world, from what she saw' was not that ordinary... no high-tech stuff, cars, or to be exact hindi na ito ang modern world na kinabibilangan ni Dianne.

It's a world that she always dreamed off back then that it comes to reality! Yes, the world of his beloved Fictional Character, shocking at the first look, but how would she react in this new world she sucked into?

Would she find the love of her Fictional lover and have a new life in the new world, or try to find a way to go back to his reality by exploring to the unkown and mischiefs of the new world?

Ikaw ba? anong pipiliin mo?


Halina't tunghayan natin ang kwento ni Dianne na- na-fall sa isang Fictional Character at ma-expirience ang makabagong pamumuhay ng ating bida sa kwentong "Fictionally Yours".


Math had always been Zhang Zian's worst subject. He felt a bit lost as Meng Li's question came from nowhere. "What do you mean?" 
Meng Li looked at his watch, and said in a hurry, "If you want to look for a book about life, universe, and everything, maybe try to search in the reference book section. If that kind of book exists, it should be classified as a reference book. I need to go. See you soon!"　　
Before Zhang Zian could respond, Meng Li waved and hurried off with his books.　　
"Wait! Why reference books?"　　
By the time Zhang Zian finally processed the information, and hurried off to the second floor to ask for an explanation, Meng Li was already at the check-out counter, then disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving Zhang Zian lost.　　
Meng Li spoke with a certainty. Although how life, the universe, and everything could be considered as a reference books, he didn't know, but he didn't have time for a random search. The reference section seemed to be his only option.　　
The books on the second and third floors were split into four categories: social science, science and technology, reference, and literature. If the search was narrowed down to reference books only, it would reduce search time by three-fourths.　　
After careful thinking, Zhang Zian realized something. Both the second and the third floor had reference sections. Should Zhang Zian search the second floor or the third? Or both? Meng Li left in such a hurry that Zhang Zian had no time to ask.　 
He stood on the stairs between the second and third floor. He stood in the way of the readers passing by.　　
Should he go to the second floor or the third?　　
He took out his phone and looked. The icon indicating the elfin's location on the map was already very faint. Judging from his search speed just now, he could only choose one of the two floors. 　 
He couldn't hesitate any longer. Zhang Zian decided to bet on the second floor, since it was the Chinese book area, and the search might go faster. Maybe he'd have enough time to search the third floor after he finished.　　
As he took his first step, he suddenly remembered the moment when the elfin first appeared. Galaxy blinked at him three times. He had no idea what it meant, and Galaxy didn't explain it.　 
Was that Galaxy's way of hinting to search the reference section on the third floor?　　
Maybe he interpreted it wrong, maybe Galaxy didn't mean anything.　　
Since he was clueless, he gambled that Galaxy had given him a clue. He stopped hesitating, returned to the third floor, and went straight to the reference section.　　
The search was narrowed down by half.　　
Reference books had a variety of sub-categories: dictionaries, encyclopedias, manuals, graphs, tables, maps, etc. Zhang Zian had never searched in the reference section on the third floor before, and sighed at the countless books.　　
He bet that Galaxy's blinks had special meaning. If so, what would be Galaxy's meaning of facing the wall afterwards?　　
Wait, which direction did the wall face on the outside? East or west?　
Coincidentally, the bookshelf in the reference section faced east and west Once Zhang Zian figured it out, he turned west and saw the east side of the shelf.　 
The search was narrowed down by another half.　　
He lifted his head to a similar angle as Galaxy, and raised his phone horizontally. He saw the fifth and sixth levels of the shelf.　　
The search was narrowed down by a third.　　
If he had correctly interpreted Meng Li's reminder and Galaxy's hints, the search was narrowed down to 1/48 of what it was in the beginning.　　
Zhang Zian lifted the phone over his head, and searched row by row.
One shelf, two shelves, three shelves.
Nothing, nothing, nothing!　　
The fewer shelves that were left, the more anxious he grew. Was his interpretation wrong?　　
Interactive Oxford Picture Dictionary. Cambridge Advanced Learner's Dictionary. Collins English Dictionary. The New Oxford Illustrated English-Chinse Dictionary. Diccionario de la Real Academia Espanol. Macmillan English Dictionary. Thick dictionaries appeared in the screen, then disappeared.　　
Zhang Zian's arm grew sore. As he switched hands, he noticed a slight discrepancy between the phone screen and reality.
His heart was pounding. He quickly aimed the phone back where it was earlier, and saw a crimson book between Diccionario de la Real Academia Espanol and Macmillan English Dictionary through the game interface. The spine of the book was bare.　　
When he moved the phone, the crimson book disappeared. When he moved the phone back, the crimson book was there.　　
That's the book!　　
Zhang Zian tried to remain calm. He held his phone in one hand, while he raised his other hand towards it.　
When he hunted Fina, Old Time Tea, Richard and Famous, he never touched the elfins. After the capture, the elfins existed physically in reality, but during the hunt, they existed between the virtual and real world. He couldn't imagine how they'd feel if he touched them then.　 
Now, he was about to touch a book from the virtual world.　　
He pinched the spine, but didn't feel a temperature. Despite this fact, it felt like a regular book, with the same texture and thickness.　　
He took the book off the shelf.　　
Just as the elfin described, the book had no name. The cover had shiny metal lining on the edge, and was heavy. He couldn't tell whether the book was new or old, but the texture was pleasant.　　
If Zhang Zian was being himself, he would've read the book to find out if the book really talked about life, the universe, and everything. He also wanted to know why Meng Li was so certain that it was classified as a reference book. However, he had no time, so he grabbed the book and ran towards the fifth floor.　
Some readers pointed at the signs on the wall with a displeased look: "No shouting, running, spitting or littering." Zhang Zian ignored them.　　
He returned to his computer in one breath, and typed as fast as he could in the chatroom.　　
[The Hottie]: 3.1415926, I found your book. I'm standing here, with your book in my hand!
He pushed the keyboard away, lifted the Book of Elfin as high as an Olympic torch, and prayed that he still had time.　　



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

(Disclaimer:  All characters, organizations, places, cases and incidents in this novel are fictitious.)
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"""WARRING""""
Please don't read this chapter,
Skipping it would not make you too much different.
.
This short chapter is joking, 
And that could make both male and female angry.
.
Especially most of the Female would angry, so please don't read.
.
 If you decided to read,
I respect your choice.
.
And again, this is just a joke.
.
.

"And Number six the last one, 
Kill every male who make sex with woman Without Married.
. 
To make simple if they want sex and go get Married.
Whoever or whatever,
A dick and A Pussy,
A dick and A dick
A pussy and A pussy, 
.
OR how many they married, 
I don't care. 
.
Every one who born in this world should have their own free will.
They could do everything,
If that don't harm other people, directly or indirectly. (But there are always some exceptionally.)
.
If both side whoever involve in that married, must agree and if all agree let them married.
.
But a Woman making love(sex) with another woman without married, 
Think both of them as a male and kill both of them.
If a man and a man, kill both too. 
.
"What kind of it, it is?" 
Yang Yin ask in confuse and same thought happen to everyone.
. 
"And why only male if male sex with female? 
Why not Woman too? 
To be fair kill woman too???" 
Luo Zhan who was silent could not help ask.
.
"Ya that not fair, 
I understand about that unmarried sex 
But why is that to kill only male? 
Are you a woman?" 
Tian Yun but after he said in anger he stop and his face pale as he wrong.
.
At that time many woman were happy.
.
Zora did not explain, But continue,
.
"Make sure there were register book for each and only 1 book for each person. 
If someone wanted to married both sign on both book with complete data."
.
Ohh don't forget, everyone in the register books need to agree to married another one.
.
If in married one made sex, 
whatever man or woman Claim, 
there is no **** in marriage. 
If they don't like to sex don't married.
.
If they divorce,
Stamp as divorce in that register book.
And whoever divorce could not make sex anymore from marriage registered one as they already divorce. 
Until they married again.
.
If one wanted to divorce just let them divorce without any hesitation,
All the wealth between them would be calculated 
And divided by how many people involve in the both register book.
.
Every register book should be kept in very confidential, only if book owner want other to see it. 
Or definitely have to show and read all these before they married.
.
Everyone who work in there would get good salary but needed to keep their shut or be killed.
.
There were never force marriage, 
Marriage could only done at registering building. 
If someone claim there about force marriage right away investigate on that matter.
. 
"More over, if unmarried woman shout while making sex, and she said ****. 
Without question kill that man and half of the man wealth go to that woman."
.
"If there was a third party found out and reported, that who make sex without married,
the man who making sex would be killed and half of that man wealth go to the third party who report it."
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"Zora that enough, why are you trying to push all the men?" 
Luo Zhan could not help anymore.
.
"While is only man make it fair, woman too."
Yang Yin ask
.
Zora smile and continue.
.
"For unmarried sex is still allowed, 
As man could go make sex with registered prostitute 
And everything could be recorded in the back side of marriage register book."
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"ARRRR" 
All men around Zora shout and they could not stand anymore.
.
But still Zora continue without explain.
.
"And the most important part, same for woman, 
They could go make sex with registered male prostitute and do same procedure as a man."
.
After hearing that mostly confuse what??? 
.
But Zi Mi frown and after thinking, 
she got a light in her head,
.
"You are not going after male but you going after female. You damn….."
She stand up and shout at Zora and she could not continue.
.
Ye Lin understand too but she don't care everything, 
Zora do was good that she always keep it.
.
"hehehe."
Zora laugh.
.
Everyone confuse after hearing Zi Mi shout. 
.
"What !!! What do you mean???after not male but female???" 
Luo Zhan ask but Zi Mi blush but did not explain.
.
Most of the thing were push down on male but why did Zi Mi said he is after Female?
.
And Zora laugh????
.
"No, I am very fair on Different Sex, I made up this for both man and woman."
Zora explain.
.
"That all I could explain now, and soon you will see what happen with your own eyes."
Zora told them and.
.
"Yu'er wanted to sleep, I am going. See you all later."
.
And he run away from Female while they were still in confuse.
.
This is Zora nature as hidden one scheming underneath of another. 
.
He did that again and again, still people could not get it.
.....





(Disclaimer: This is a novel that I created, the creation would be more later and everything related is mine alone. 
I could not write all my creation now as this novel nature is in serial. 
I don't give permission to anyone who try to use my idea for them profit and as their own.)

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

You XiaoMo had originally planned to go to the library the next day. But because of what happened today, he decided to go while it is getting dark. Once it gets dark, usually there will be very few disciples wandering outside except for a few guards on patrol. So You XiaoMo doesn't run into anyone on his way to the library.

It's a pity but You XiaoMo doesn't find what he is looking for. A hundred billion years ago is really too long ago. Since people no longer remember it, what more of records in books. In the end, he borrows a few illustrated magic herb handbooks and goes back.

At night, You XiaoMo again takes out that [Heavenly Soul Scroll] and looks it over. It's too bad he still can't make any sense of it. A hundred billion years ago, who knows how much the characters have evolved. There simply isn't a shred of resemblance. So he can only put the book back into his dimension.

This time, You XiaoMo doesn't start to refine magic pills. Instead, he has a good night's sleep. Only when sunshine pours in from outside the window does he wake up in a daze. Who would expect that he would jump in fright from a magnified face in front of his eyes.

With a *dong*, You XiaoMo's forehead crashes into the other face ....

It may be that Ling Xiao's face is made out steel. A hard smack and immediately a bun emerges from You XiaoMo's forehead, steaming and fragrant, as if fresh from the oven.

"*wu wu* .... " You XiaoMo's whimpering cries can be heard after hitting his head.

The chief culprit on the other hand, is standing to one side laughing madly. The early morning sunshine on his body adds to his bright looks. Such a dazzling man. If only his character isn't so hateful.

"Little brother, does it hurt?" Ling Xiao sits beside him on the bed asking laughingly.

You XiaoMo is unable to say anything. Once again he experiences this loathsome nature of Ling Xiao. Look at the state he's in. How can it not hurt? Even tears are threatening to spill out.

But he is puzzled. He clearly hit Ling Xiao's face full on. But the other party is completely unaffected when he is in so much pain with bumps sprouting on his head.

"Your face, why is it so hard?" When the fierce pain starts to subside, he can't help from asking.

Ling Xiao leans over him, a gentle smile like a warm spring breeze on his face, "You're only a mere mortal. How can you possibly compare to me? Even though this body is only an illusion, whichever piece of my body is still tougher than your forehead."

"Whichever piece?" Isn't that really too boastful?

You XiaoMo -_-||. But he doesn't doubt his words. The more he finds out about him, the more he feels that Ling Xiao is not someone anyone can understand. He always feels that this cheeky grin is only Ling Xiao's mask. What is behind the mask, he has no idea.

"Elder brother Lin, why are you so early today?"

You XiaoMo quickly changes the topic. He no longer wishes to continue with this strange topic, else he will be the only one to suffer.

"Didn't I tell you yesterday that I would find time to come see you?" Ling Xiao says as he walks over to sit at the table. His demeanor is one that is very pleased with himself. He appears relaxed with a tinge of forced elegance.

But in You XiaoMo's eyes, he's just being a pompous ass.

"This is still too early ba!" You XiaoMo grumbles in a small voice. He never expected that Ling Xiao is such a man of action.

In order not to let Ling Xiao wait too long, lest he leaves from impatience, You XiaoMo only takes the time it takes to brew half a cup of tea to wash up. When he returns to the room, there is a tea set on his table from who knows where, and Ling Xiao is calmly sipping tea.

You XiaoMo almost sputters. The beast in human clothing can actually enjoy tea. Wildly exceeding his expectations.

Seeming him return, a book suddenly appears in Ling Xiao's empty hand. On the book is written the three words You XiaoMo is familiar with, translation of [Heavenly Soul Scroll]. One look and You XiaoMo immediately pounces only to come up empty handed.

Ling Xiao looks at the You XiaoMo who almost fell flat on his face, his lips curving up into a smile, "No need to be so impatient ah. Let us first discuss the terms. A translated manuscript from the great me, there is only one such book in the whole Long Xiao continent. Do you think you can send me away with a few measly magic pills?"

You XiaoMo turns into stone!

After an explosion, You XiaoMo finds that he is now a probationary disciple of the TianXin Sect. However, he is one with dubious potential, so just when he starts to adapt to his new circumstances, he receives bad news. If he is unable to produce the required result after half a year to become an official disciple of the TianXin Sect, he will be driven out of the sect.

While You XiaoMo is going all out to make medicine and earn money, he runs into Ling Xiao. To his horror, he later discovers that Ling Xiao is really someone cloaked in human skin.

Hollywood companies bought the copyrights and made their own films. Then other countries had to pay five to six times the original price to buy the rights back. That was how strong Hollywood's industry and monopoly was.
This particular film had borrowed material from a Croatian illustration created by famous artist Milan Trenc. The original had been an illustrated book for children. Hollywood businessmen had the unerring ability to spot a good opportunity, but this would also bring good luck to the book, to some extent.
Qin Guan had decided to interpret the story as a classic work of art and create the best fantasyland for children.
The shooting site was like a small UN conference. People of different skin colors and ethnicities worked there. An assistant led Qin Guan to the director. The young man with the curly hair shook Qin Guan's hand excitedly.
"Nice to meet you. I thought you would be arriving later."
"You are so kind. I am never late, unless there is an emergency."
"Just head to the fitting room. We could film a simple shot so you can get a feel of the film."
"Okay, see you later."
As he looked at the protagonist, Director Shawn Levy felt a little worried about Qin Guan's looks. He was afraid that he might distract the audience from the film.
When Qin Guan walked out of the fitting room though, the Canadian director gasped. The actor was wearing jeans and a T-shirt, the favorite outfit of the average American. His black jacket made him look decadent. He looked like a total loser.
"Attention, everyone!" Shawn nodded at the old actress who would be participating in the scene. "Get into position! Three, two, camera!"
Qin Guan would be portraying a father who had failed both at his personal life and work. His wife had divorced him, so he was living with his 10-year-old son. The pressure of life had forced him to give up his dreams. He had to find a steady job in order to keep custody of his son.
Thus, he had appealed to the government for help. The bureau provided work opportunities for unemployed individuals. There, one could find information and job recommendations according to their work experience and educational background.
Qin Guan was looking for a job with a steady income.
He was not humble by any means though. He was a talented high-tech developer after all. Although his search hadn't been successful, he still held on to his dream.
He shared his dream with an employee who was as old as his grandmother.
"Debby? May I call you Debby?"
Qin Guan stared at her with a charming, affectionate smile.
"The first time I saw you, I felt really nice. I thought you had felt the same way."
Silence.
"Nope."
This was the first time a heartbreaker like Qin Guan was getting rejected in a film. Plus, the woman was almost 60 years old.
"I really need to work. If I don't find the right job, I don't know what I'll do..."
A woman's maternal instinct usually increased along with her age. Qin Guan got an offer. Every person Debby had recommended for that job so far had failed to get it. She just asked Qin Guan to try his luck.
"Thank you so much."
The short scene ended.
"Cut! Good!"
Shawn gave Qin Guan a thumbs-up.
"Take a break. The next scene will take place in the museum."
"No problem!"
Qin Guan turned around and stretched his elbow towards Debby.
"May I lead the way for you, my lady?"
"It would be my honor."


Qin Guan was reborn and sent back to his final semester in High School 18 years ago. Getting a second chance at life, he works hard to turn things around and eventually become a Prince Charming. What will his life be like the second time around? What will he have to go through? How will he succeed in turning from a loser into a Prince Charming? Read this story carefully and find out!

About Book 2.

Remember this book is not suitable for everyone.

LONGER CHAPTERS!!!!!!

This part of Rich Sex takes you back years in the past into the lives of the Kang siblings and explains why certain things happen, the reason why most things are left unexplained in Book 1, will be explained in Book 2(maybe).

The story is told by a third party that has lived through all the hardships of the Kang's and well you will find out.

the first part is about the siblings going through a tough time after leaving their fathers home and their mother will show up sometimes in the book but don't place your bets on her.

She isn't bad but you will understand.

The next parts to follow will be a little harsh but I watered down book 1, I'll water down book 2.

Next, there are gay scenes and no I'm not talking about gay sex scenes, I will mention, "so and so are having sex (Maybe)" but I won't be going into depth; I'm not interested.

Hehe anyways... mn, but yes, as the story goes on, there's molestation, **** and violence.

So you have been warned, please don't surprise me again by just suddenly removing me from your library.

I've said it before, I won't be going into detail sex scene-wise and I won't go into detail **** wise, you can choose to continue, but remember this book is not suited for everyone. I don't want to upset people by what I write, but I have said it before this book is realistic fiction and is also based on real events. Its based on things that might happen or already happened.

This is probably my last warning (maybe not If I remember to do it again) before a chapter starts if you understand and continue to read from here on I appreciate it from the bottom of my heart.

Thank You.

(Pretend my signature is here)

WARNING: THIS NOVEL IS NOT SUITED FOR EVERYONE IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE HUMAN CRUELTY, PLEASE DON'T READ.

Rich Sex is a novel based on real events that took place such as arranged marriages, slavery, harassment, rape and more mixed together with my exaggerated imagination combined together that introduces many topics about human nature. 

**This book is sometimes mistaken as a Romance Novel after reading the first few chapters but it's not, this novel is more in the psychological genre, with some minor funny scenes**
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Book 1 is about the youngest daughter of the Kang siblings, this confused story of hers is only explained after book 2 is complete. (If that makes sense.)

Book 2 is about the psychotic behaviour of the Kang Siblings, at first its a person who triggers the 6 siblings to have a change in them, then everything follows suit.

Book 3: Explains what happened to the characters of book 1 and the conclusion of the story wraps up in book 3.

Beware, I did not take my time editing this.

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