Hey guys! It's me, Lavender. The author and maker of "A Love Like, Crimson Roses!" ^_^

   Now, I know this may come as a shock but we are going to have such a blast. For those who looks for a forbidden romance, a love to good to be true, the feels of trust and betrayal.. Well, this is the story for you. This story you can say is like, a very proud piece of mines. And don't worry for those who might get confused along the way, everything will start pulling together as you go throughout the story. 

   However, this start is a little bit different from the novels your usually use to reading all day. This story is a "POV" meaning (point of view.) It could only mean, it will come from the views of the characters involved in this book. Every character in this book specks to there own personality. Each one, is unique and proud in their own way. However, the love never stops running. 

   I'm nothing more but a Brooklyn girl from New York. But I had my fair share of experience in life despite my age- which is only 21 by the way lol. I only hope for your love and support ^_^! 

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Fiona and Ajar, two people from unlikely worlds. However, a connection they share brings them together, and they are set out to figure out the truth. They go on a journey of heartbreak, love, betrayal, and friendships. They aren’t made for each other. At least that’s what they thought. Hell has bought them together and refuses to trade them in for something different. What will they do, if they being together could be the end of the world? What will have to give and what will have to be sacrificed?

This is like a classic scene in youth idol dramas. For example, two people go to the library to pick the same book at the same time. Their fingers touch one another, and the sparks fly immediately.
Although it looks the same, it is also different. This is because Zhang Zian did not want to take the McMillan English Dictionary, and Zhuang Xiaodie is on the other side of the bookshelf. Thus, their fingers will not touch.
"What a coincidence, you are here at the library too?"
It's awkward to continue looking at her in such a manner, and he felt embarrassed. He subconsciously retracts his hand, lowered his voice, and says hello.
As for the idea of ​​whether there is an invisible book in the space next to the dictionary, it had been temporarily forgotten with the revelation of a surprise like this.
She took her time, deliberately looked around and whispered. "I can't come here?"
"...that is not what I mean."
Zhang Zian quickly explained himself because she misinterpreted what he meant.
Judging from the current interactions they have had, Zhuang Xiaodie is obviously rich and wealthy. There is an eighty percent certainty that she is a second-generation rich kid. He has no prejudice against the second-generation rich kids. They can also come to the library to read books because 'rich' and 'unskillful' does not have direct causation. To talk about being unskillful, perhaps the children of poor families are more likely to be so.
His focus was on the word 'coincidence'. However, perhaps because he lowered his voice, she misunderstood him as if he is implying that second-generation rich kids cannot be here to learn. She might have always been misunderstood by others before and therefore is very sensitive to any suggestion of something similar. Thus, she merely picks up on these and focuses on the second part of his sentence earlier.
At this time, there were other people who were picking books between the bookshelves. It was strange to see two people talking across the bookshelf. They looked at them even more.
Zhuang Xiaodie glanced to the side with her eyes, meaning to find a place to sit down and talk.
Zhang Zian also had the intention of looking for a place to sit down. He nodded and looked at the original empty space in the bookshelf. He then turned away from the bookshelf and went to the reading area in the center of the third floor.
Zhuang Xiaodie had changed her clothes today, but she is still in a beautiful traditional Chinese dress that makes it difficult for anyone to look elsewhere. Even if she is sitting in the library and reading a book, she still looks like a cultured person with a high level of intellect. It is inevitable that she will attract so many stares. There are some that even stopped reading and kept their eyes firmly on her.
It's not a sparsely populated mountain top, and it is brave of her to be able to take on so many complicated stares at her – One must know that not all the stares are that of admiration. Mixed between those are some of disgust and disdain. What is missing are these people coming up to her nose and scolding her for attracting attention. After all, not everyone can accept someone wearing a traditional Chinese costume around, much less such a gorgeous looking piece.
Zhang Zian, who was sitting next to her and whispering to her, naturally was worried for her about those piercing stares that are not friendly.
He glanced around quietly and saw her placing a stack of books on the table. In addition to the McMillan English Dictionary, there was another book, the Oxford Interactive Graphical Dictionary. Was this Is this book that originally occupied that empty space?
It is very likely. Given the thickness of this book and the width of the space, It should be able to fit in just nicely.
Probably, before Zhang Zian came, she first extracted the Oxford Interactive Graphical Dictionary and left an empty space. After he came, she pulled out the McMillan English Dictionary.
He was relieved and concluded that his weird thoughts were too ridiculous. How could there be invisible books in the world?
However, he cannot believe that she is the type of person who would read such difficult reference books.
She did not read the two English dictionaries immediately. Instead, she opened another book, which is similar to the book selected by Zhang Zian. It is also a well-known scientific map, the World Insect Ecology Big Picture Book. It was a very thick book.
This is a little weird. Why did she choose these two books that are completely unrelated at the same time?
It seems that she heard the question in his heart. After opening the book and viewing the insect illustrations, if she encountered an English word that she did not understand, she would flip open the dictionary and look up the word.
It turned out to be so...
This book is in English and will definitely involve a lot of biological vocabulary. The translation software on the phone may not be accurate.
She actually didn't say anything. Zhang Zian made the above explanation based on his own observations and thought he guessed it all.
The looks given by others around him made him a little embarrassed. Thus, he opened the book he chose and pretended to read it. However, nothing was going in. He was always thinking about something else, mainly thinking about what to say to her. They can't always be so silent, can they?
Instead, she glanced at the World's Rare Pets Encyclopedia he was 'reading' and asked, "Are you interested in pets?"
"This is...because my family runs a pet shop." He told her again, thinking that she had forgotten.
"I know, I mean, do you have to take over the business from your family in the future?" She asked again. There was no hint of her looking down on him in her tone. Rather, it sounded as if Zhang Zian was inheriting a big family business.
"This... no, I'm a little interested."
Even if he wanted to take over the pet shop, his parents would certainly not agree. There was no other way about this.
What's more, he had not reached the point of giving up his job in the city. He should work hard while he is still young.
"What about you? Are you interested in insects?" he asked. With that, he felt like he was on the road to an awkward and dead-end conversation with her.
"Yes," she admitted without any hesitation.
"Ok..."
Zhang Zian has nothing else to say, and the surrounding sight has become even more debilitating.
They have already lowered their voices and talked. In fact, they basically weren't affecting the others, but there are still people who can't stand the sight of them. This is, of course, out of jealousy. After all, not everyone gets to talk and joke around with a beauty.
For the next hour, Zhang Zian was not able to calm down. He merely pretended to be reading.
After an hour, he was finally able to relax a little, and his attention was gradually drawn to the book itself.
She never talks again and has been reading attentively.
As soon as noon came, she stood up, leaned over, and whispered to him, "I will go first. Goodbye."
This is a normal social etiquette because it is a library, and everyone needs to be quiet. There were also, at this point in time, no longer strangers. However, the breath from her mouth and the sound of her voice made his heart tremble.
He suspected that this was not a coincidence. He thought that perhaps she came to the library to see him... but it was really just him making things up in his mind. It seems she was merely here to read. Otherwise, why didn't she take the initiative to talk about other things?
Looking at her back view, he laughed silently in his heart, thinking: Zhang Zian, Zhang Zian, what do you really think of yourself? People just come to read books.
His stomach was a little hungry, and he was beginning to feel uneasy again. He might as well leave and go home to eat.
When he passed by service desk on the first floor, he stopped and asked: "Yes, about that someone on the fifth floor causing trouble, now..."
The employee smiled, "It has been settled."
"Oh." He nodded and left the library.


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

"I died." Ordin whispered to himself. 
After grinding the King's Realm for a week with no sleep, Ordin died. He then found himself in another place. The place itself is unfamiliar but somehow it feels familiar to ordin.
"Where is this place?" he whispered.
"It seems like you are in the King's Realm master, specifically in the lowest realm, the Subjects' Realm." a voice suddenly sounded.
"Who is that?" Ordin was startled by the voice.
"I am named Cardinal 0008, or as what master called me, Hachi." the voice replied.
"Hachi, you mean my Personal Interactive System?" 
"That would be right master."
"Where are you right now?" 
"I am concealing myself in you soul realm master."
"Can you show up yourself?"
"Of course master."
After that, Hachi showed up. Just like in the game, her appearance is of an Archangel.
"Can you hide your wings and halo?"
"Of course master" Hachi's wings and halo disappeared.
"Now tell me what happened." 
"After defeating Lycius, you somehow perished. I tried saving you by channeling all of my light energy to you which then caused an explosion, then after that, we are here."
"Can you still use your abilities?" 
"After the explosion, my abilities were affected. In order to save some use, I transferred my soul to yours. I can now only perform my healing abilities, navigation, and all of my support functions."
"That's enough for now. Can you show me my status?"

Name: Ordin
Title: The Light
Race: God (Sealed)
Level: 10000 (Sealed), Currently 00001
Strength: 100
Stamina: 100
Agility: 100
Intelligence: Boundless
Hp: 1000
Hp Regen: 100/second
Mp: 2500
Mp: Regen: 500/s
Innate Ability: (Law of Light-Sealed)

"It seems like I am sealed in this form, but still a lot more better than the subjects at level 00001"
"Hachi, can you show me my inventory?"

Inventory
Hood of Light
Robe of Light
Cloak of Light
Holy Light Sword
Holy Light Grimoire
Light Sandals
Book of the Cosmos
Gold: Boundless
God Points: 20,000

"This-Hachi, initiate code 4356 target Book of the Cosmos."
"Initiating code 4356, synchronizing in 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Book of the Cosmos Learning, Book of the Cosmos Learned. Knowledge restricted to the Host's current level. 3 Cosmic skills usable."

Now this system is a cheat, we can call it the cheat system.

After grinding in the game "King's Realm" for a week with no sleep, Ordin died. He then found himself inside the game, but somehow he was unfamiliar with the place.

To those new readers visiting my story,
Thanks for your time, I hope that you will like this story.
For those who have been reading my story for quite some time now,
AYE!!!!! Thank you, guys!!!! *^_^*....
I LOVE YOUUUUUUUUU SOOOOOOOOOO MUCH!!! saranghae! <3
Thank you for supporting my book. I know there are a lot of grammar lapses and plot loopholes here and there in this story. But I promise that I'll make it a lot better over time.
Well technically, this will be my first ever book so I believe it is pretty normal not to have a great work at first try. HEHE!
Anyways, if you see any loopholes or anything that needs improvement and correction, feel free to comment. It will be highly appreciated. To tell you honestly guys, whenever I'm running out of ideas, what I do is I read chapter comments. 'Coz whenever I saw someone commenting on my updates, I feel so delighted. It makes me feel like someone out there can see my worth, and my effort is not going waste.
So shout out to those who used to give me some word of advice through the chapter comment box. You make my story a lot better and make my writing journey happier and more interactive. Thanks a lot, guys!!! I really hope that you'll gonna stay with me and continue to accompany Lingxi and Janus throughout their adventure as we try to work on this whole magic thing.
And have you noticed??? I recently changed the title from LEARNING HOW TO BE A SORCERESS into SORCERESS 101... I hope it was a change for the better. HIHI
In the meantime, that would be all. Thank you again, everyone!
God bless! (^_<) MUAH! MUAH! Y (*^_^*) Y
Lovingly yours,
Wolf's Bane
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Also for those who are into fantasy romance, kindly check my two other two books.
"MARRIED TO THE QUEEN OF DARKNESS"
This is both available in English and Tagalog version.
This one was a fantasy romance that has a bit of mythology and some spooky treats along with the chapters as the main character tried to help the ghost solved their unfinished business
https://www.webnovel.com/book/15523368806855505/Married-to-the-Queen-of-Darkness
MY MASTER IS A BOY-WITCH ~this one was one of my latest magical creation. It was set on the modern era where it was believed that practitioners of magic lived amongst us.
https://www.webnovel.com/book/16543833806439105/My-Master-is-a-Boy-Witch
THE KILLING AT DISTRICT 12~ if you are into dark-themed novels like mystery thriller you can try this one out. Be warned that it was rated R18 though because some chapters contained murders as this one was about a serial killer. The story was about how a forensic anthropologist and a former homicide detective that had gone to seminary joined hands to solve the mysterious killing happening at their district


What will you do if you suddenly wake up as another person after you die???

What will you also do if you realized that your pet, cat, started talking to you???
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This is the story of Mu Lingxi, a hopeless romantic teenage girl from the 21st century who transmigrated to another world after falling to her death. Together with her little black cat Janus, she began to traverse an unfamiliar world where warlocks and sorceress exist.

Due to a few unexpected turns of events, she ended up being engaged with a prince.
But she strongly believes in Queen Elsa's words before from the movie FROZEN,
"You cannot marry a man you just met once!"
and this was why she highly objected to the marriage arrangement.
She even chose to cross dress just to hide her identity!

On her journey to learn the way of magic, she got herself entangled with five young handsome men. Together they will venture the world of magic, love, and friendship.

"Living in a place different from where I came from, how will I survive???

How could a hopeless romantic girl like me cope up with a life surrounded by five beautiful young men???

Will I be able to hide my true identity until the end??"

"MEOW~"
[Oh c'mon, little lass. Why are you asking yourself that??? You sound so rhetoric....
It's not for you to say, but for them to find out by themselves]
*Janus winked to the readers out there*



P.S.
Pic's not mine...Credits to the owner.

After escaping on their bikes Henry and Rosie managed to get to an abandoned shed to rest and check for any injuries. 

"Hey, you alright?", Henry asked
"I think so, but what just happened?"
"Umm I think we just got into a fight with a man and won, you knocked him out cold your stronger than you look"
"I think that was just a little luck and thanks for coming to help me"
"No thanks necessary I like helping Damsels in distress" Henry said with a confident smile on his face. 
"Oh sorry, I didn't get your name", Rosie said softly. 
"My name is Henry, nice to meet you even though the circumstances where not desired"
"Yeah no kidding" Rosie said laughing softly. 
"Your name is Rosie right?" Henry said 
"Yeah, how did you know, "
"We are in the same class, you came new to the school a few weeks ago"
"I haven't seen you in the class before"
"Umm Am not exactly an interactive person, I just learn and leave the class". Henry saw that it was getting a little dark so he decided that it was time they head home. "We should hurry home before our parents get worried". 
"Alright let's get home" Rosie said as she was standing up. 
"We should really look for a very good excuse for coming late, if I tell my mum this she might loose her mind". 
"Same with my dad he will just loose his mind and get super over protective"
"Ok we will tell them we had extra classes and hope they'll buy it"
"Alright, hope it works" 
As they reached Rosie's house Henry waved goodbye and was on his way home. As he got home he fell on his bed with a thud, his mum came in. 
"Where have you been, your dinner just got cold" Henry's mum exclaimed 
"Sorry mum, I had extra classes after school so I couldn't come home till it was done", Henry said with an apologetic voice. 
"Ok go wash up and heat your food, you must be tired", Henry's mum said while leaving his room. As Henry sat on the bed thinking of what went down tonight, he was surprised at the way he behaved at the situation, that book must have some powers or something cause I don't think I could have done anything like this on my own . He took the book out and read the ending of chapter 2 which was titled "be confident" , while reading the book something then occurred to him. 
"Shit!!  I forgot", Henry said angrily 
"I forgot to ask Rosie to be my lab partner", Henry was angry with himself, then he heard his mom shout "Henry go wash up or no more video games"
After hearing those words Henry ran to the shower without another thought.

What would you do if you had a book that told you how to get the love of your life?
Teenage emotions, what can you really do. it's a feeling that just happens.Henry is a high schooler that really needs a book like that cause he is hopeless in love.

Inside the library of the Reign Family, on an antique chair blended with the library's motif sat in the dust and breath so lifelessly was a human-sized doll. Sitting quietly on its lap was a heavy book as if preventing it to move so likely.

With the window behind its back, the light disregarded its face, the statues blended with the darkness as if sinking through the chair.

Despite being a dusty and dark figure, its eyes were glowing in a deep velvet red, more likely to compare to blood from a fresh wound. Its presence alone gave the room an eerie atmosphere sending out goosebumps to the non-existent person in the room.

From the day bed beside which resides the doll is a sleeping cat. contrasting to its seatmates aura, it rather sent out a warm feeling. Waking up from its deep sleep to yawn and a quick look at her surroundings.

The light reflected its golden mane hair and rather an unusual eye color; the left side was blue whilst the other side was red. Heterochromia was a rare case to cats as it was to humans. Analyzing there was no threat she stretched up and went back to deep slumber.

While the animal snores away, something broke the silence of the room, it was a rustling of cloth. Dust motes flew around as a hand moved from the dark side of the chair that was occupied by the doll earlier. It moved fragilely and majestic to turn the page of the book that sat on her lap.

Little did everyone know she was the Reign family's downfall, a scandal of the elites and a disfigure to society. She was Stephany Reign, third daughter to the ArchDuke of Reign. A child with a cursed appearance that is said to be one of those demons.

Being as she is, she was disregarded by her family, more so by her siblings. Although she was interactive they never reciprocate the gesture.

Due to being an outcast she always fled to the comforts of the library and the only thing that didn't have the power to judge her; books. This gave her the knowledge, patience and analytical skills even the famous Sherlock Holmes can't compare.

All her life she was not allowed to be seen in public for fear of the damage it may bring to her family's reputation. she had a guardian though but even them had fear of the unknown she has been.

However, despite this, Stephany didn't mind the isolation at all, she soaked and loved it for she too feared what unknown mysteries that lie within her. She liked it as it is boring, unchanging and peaceful. 

She continued to read the book till midnight, burying herself within her thoughts and the pages of her books. This was her Nirvana, her home rather than the monstrosity that of Reign Mansion. No one bothered her here, as if anyone would dare.

It was a bliss life for her.

Strayed into the depths of the abyss, she remained still like a doll without its string. Yet, sunk in this pure dark world, its eyes glowed a deep red color as if exposing the predator's eyes, and looking for the prey she wants. 
Looking right to left, no known being has its presence in this dark world and even the light cannot reach into this dark world.
As it portrayed its loneliness through its surroundings, deep within, she was brimming with happiness.
Keeping it's calm and peaceful atmosphere, there was no more wish than that, but to continue the peacefulness reigns the dark world.

"Can I help you?" The man looked down his nose, haughtily eyeing Hans with suspicion and disgust. Why did people always do that? They assumed that Hans had some sort of contagion or perhaps that he was mentally deficient because of his deformity, but Hans' problem could not be caught, and his mind was perfectly adequate. He tried to thrash the monster of discontent that rose up in him and shouted that it wasn't fair. Of course, it wasn't fair; what had fairness to do with it. Even still, if life were fair, then everyone would be in danger of bearing the full weight of their consequences. 
	The arrogant man repeated himself, and Hans hesitated. Maybe this was a bad idea; after all, he knew no one in the palace. Hans shook his head slightly. 'No,' he thought, trying to remind himself why he was here. 'I have no other choice. The master will kill me if I show my face there again, and I must do something lest I wind up begging on the street.' 
      Hans closed his eyes, recalling the night he returned to the master's house. When the forest had faded about him and the house he shared with Master Frederick snapped sharply into focus, Hans was met with the most severe punishment that he'd ever faced before. 
	Eye's blazing with rage, Master Friedrich met Hans' gaze as the vestiges of the spell faded away. "So you've returned, have you?"
	Hans froze, feeling the blood rush to his head as panic flooded his entire body. What was he going to do? How could he expect to escape punishment for his theft? 
	"What's this? You've no excuse for yourself?" Hans remained silent, feeling like a ram caught by his horns. "Where is the book, you miserable hunchback?" Still, Hans could reply nothing, so Master Friedrich struck out with his cudgel, shrieking the question madly, thrashing him over and over until Hans lay broken and trembling in his blood on the rough wooded planks. 
	When the master's rage was abated, he stormed out of the hovel in pursuit of a strong drink. The master was still breathing murder and threats, but with Hans no longer able to cry out in pain, the beating had apparently lost its ability to satisfy. When Master Friedrich sated his thirst, however, Hans had no doubt that he would return to beat the location of the book out of him. 
	Tears flooded Hans' eyes as considered his plight. What was he going to do? Master Friedrich would return to kill him, and Hans had lost the book in the midst of the spell. 'What will death be like?' Hans wondered, momentarily giving into the deep despair that invaded the depth of his very being. 
	'No,' another inner voice seemed to argue back. 'You have to keeping going. You can't let the master win.' Hans fought the urge to close his eyes and struggled to lift himself from the floor. 
      He prayed against the pain. 'Please help me to figure a way to escape.' A sudden thought struck him, prompting him to use the magic. Hans wished with all his heart, mind, and soul to be in the forest again with the book, but it seemed that the spell was all used up. Panic flushed through him anew. What if he couldn't get out? What if someone found the book? 'Please,' Hans begged, feeling a sense of shame that his new power had given him a confidence that supplanted the Maker. Hans begged for forgiveness, praying that he'd be able to bear his consequences if that was what the Maker willed. As the world began to blur, fading in and out, Hans thought he heard someone call his name. 
	"Please," Hans whispered to the voice that seemed to come from his dreams.
   	Now Hans stood at the door of the castle, with a letter commending him to the steward for employment. His savior had been one of the master's patrons, a very influential Baron who had assured Hans that he would help him to find work in the castle. Surely it would be enough. Unlike life with Master Friedrich, he would be protected here, and he might even be able to find the master's book. Hans knew he must return it somehow. He shouldn't have taken it in the first place. 
	"I said, 'Can I help you?'" The servant repeated with such disdain that Hans was tempted to hang his head in shame, but he fought the urge and stared straight into the servant's face, trying desperately not to let the embarrassment rise to his face. He must find employment, and with his deformity, no one wanted to allow him to apprentice or even serve. It was this abject need that drove him to resolve and kept him from his natural desire to shrink back into the shadows and fade away like a shadow melting away from the public eye.   
He adjusted his posture as well as he could and breathed deeply. "I must needs speak with your lord or whomever is charged with appointing new servants." 
His voice resonated with command, and the servant's eyes flickered with surprise. Hans quenched his irritation at the confirmation of his suspicion that this man assumed that his deformity somehow affected his mind. Hans was by no means stupid, but that label had followed him since his birth.
"There goes simple Hans," they would jeer, throwing mud or rocks, and no one had ever interfered. After all, the Maker Himself must have struck the boy with his affliction for the evil that lurked in his twisted heart, twisted just like his body. Of course, what man was not inflicted with evil; it was a reality in the hearts of all men, save one, and Hans felt the anger boil up inside him at the hypocrisy. Since when did the outside perfectly mirror the inside? Beautiful people often committed great evil, but when they walked down the road, fingers did not point nor did brows draw in suspicion like they did when Hans shuffled along, minding his own business. Hans nearly growled but caught himself before he made a complete fool of himself and made the conscious effort to pull his face into a mask of indifference. 
Hans produced the letter from Baron Wolfe, which the servant took with a dubious look painted on his face. "Come this way, please," he said with pained reluctance, and as Hans followed, he begged the Maker for mercy that he might rejoice in his afflictions.  
Several hours later, Hans stared down at the steward's ledgers, feeling the old sense of dread he had when he was younger man learning the trade, but he swallowed his reluctance and fixed a grateful expression to his face. Maker forbid the King revoke his offer of employment due to Hans' reluctance. The King dismissed Hans and left the room, so Hans' new employment was begun.

Hans is a hunchback with an extraordinary amount of untapped, potential magical ability. Cordelia is a princess who is unhappy with her boring life. When Hans’ unstable wish magic grants Cordelia a child, the two find themselves in a predicament that they could not have foreseen.

It would appear that the direction Irina was leading us was towards the main stage. The stage's location was at the heart of the large plaza, and all the seats before the stage were filled us. On the stage, it would appear that Henvle was nearing the end of his Q and A session as the host seemed to be hinting towards a closure of the session. A temporary break period will probably ensue this session, and it will be a bit longer until it was Irina's turn to go on stage.

With Irina as our guide, we were granted a pseudo backstage insight into this event. As we walked, we were always watched by security guards who would stop by and push the crowd back if they ever venture a bit too close. Even though we have been walking while surrounded by a crowd for some time now, I have yet to be used to this feeling.

"Do you..." I whispered to Irina, "ever get frighten by them?"

"The fans?" Irina muttered in response, nodding her head as she smiled. "Sometimes. Whenever I'm out in public, I'm always afraid of them."

"I guess that's the harsh reality," Muria whispered to us in a voice inaudible by the loud crowd. "No real celebrity really likes their fans."

"I can see why," Alvelyn nodded in agreement. "They're...ferocious."

"I wouldn't say I dislike my fans," Irina chuckled weakly. "I just...wish that they would scale it back a bit. But my final answer to your question, Alevian, I'm used to it."

After listening to her comments, although they sounded rather cliche and like anything a celebrity is trained to say, they appeared rather genuine when it came from her.

We soon made our way across the plaza and to the back entrance to the stage. It would appear that it was nearing the time for Irina's panel on the stage so she needed to be close by and on standby. Therefore, Alvelyn, Muria, and I accompanied her to the backstage area and waited with her. It's not like we have anything else planned to do here. I cannot say for Muria, but I am fairly confident that Alvelyn and I aren't familiar with movies with the title Grandpa Try Harder or Daddy Try Harder or Uncle Please Touch Me. Like damn...I wouldn't even be surprised if they come up with another film called Brother Give Me More.

The four of us was allowed access to the backstage entrance to the stage by the security guard who allowed us to pass after conversing with Irina. Because of Irina's words and her influence, we were allowed past without any other questioning. Once in the backstage area, which was concealed from the public area by a temporary and yet sturdy wall, we followed Irina as we made our way to the temporary dressing room, where I suppose Irina has to have her makeup retouched before walking on stage.

The dressing room was similar to the other one at the Palisia Broadcasting Station main building, with the many mirrors and lights. Hair dressers and makeup artists were on site and ready to prepare whomever was necessary for the onstage performance. Judging off of how tense the backstage employees were, this event is probably really important to the movie. In fact, after catching glimpses of the other celebrities that will be starring in Daddy Please Don't Stop, I can see why. They were all top notch actors mixed with the hottest stars in the modern generation. I don't even want to imagine how much it cost to hire every single one of these celebrities to come star in this film.

"Hey Irina," a blonde haired young man said to us as he saw Irina approach. "These are...Sorry, I only recognize Alevian..." Henvle smiled and apologized.

My eyes widened slightly as I discovered that he actually remembered my name from the last time I've met him, which was the same time in this timeline as the previous. Before this encounter, I would think that celebrities wouldn't remember the names of ordinary people, especially people they've only met for a few hours for a day. However, he remembered my name...

"This is Alevian's sister, Alvelyn," Irina introduced. "And this is Muria."

"Nice to meet you," Henvle smiled and nodded. "I'm sorry. I would shake your hands but..." he smiled and wiped his palms on the fabric of his pants. "my hands are rather sweaty right now."

"You still get pretty nervous, huh?" Irina chuckled.

"Yeah," Henvle nodded. "It's just...I can't really help it."

"Irina," a man in his mid forties called over, presumably the director for this event and the movie. "Get ready. You're up in fifteen."

"Got it!" Irina smiled and responded. Then, she turned towards Henvle. "Excuse me."

"Of course," Henvle stepped to the side and allowed Irina to pass by and walk towards her stylist. "Good luck up there. I'll be watching in the resting area."

"Thank you," Irina smiled and nodded as she sat down in the chair before the mirror to permit her stylist access to fix her makeup and hair.

"So that's Henvle Westfalan," Muria muttered to herself as Henvle disappeared from the dressing room.

"Yeah," Irina said as she stayed still and gazed into the mirror as her stylist, a woman in her mid twenties, reapplied a light layer of powder on her face.

"So what're you going to be doing on stage?" Alvelyn asked.

"I'm going to be mostly just taking about my role in the film and answer some questions and stuff like that," Irina answered. "If I recalled correctly, there's an interactive game of some kind where the host will randomly choose someone from the audience to come on stage. But it's not really random. It's an employee who will be playing the role of the randomly selected audience member."

"So it's fake?" Muria tilted her head slightly to the right.

"Yeah," Irina awkwardly smiled. "But that's kinda necessary to make sure everything flow smoothly. A lot of money was spent on filming the movie and a lot of money was spent on advertising it."

"Isn't this what we expect though?" I sighed. "We all know that things like these are the fake. So fake that they can't be even more fake."

"Where's the extras?" the director of the event stormed into the dressing room once again, looking around the area.

His sudden and angered appearance caught me off guard, surprising me. It would appear that he also caught Muria and Alvelyn by surprise as they simply stood in place motionlessly, almost as if they were dazed or some sort.

"I don't know," a man in his late twenties responded in a worried and panicking manner. "One said they need to use the restroom and never came back. The other just fucking vanished!"

"God damn it," the director cursed. "We will need them for Irina's stage panel..."

"Is something the matter?" Irina frowned as she looked in the mirror and said to the director.

"Irina," the director sighed. "The two extras needed for your panel...they're gone. Two of the most important pieces, gone... just like—wait a minute."

The director quickly walked over towards us as he kept his bloodshot eyes fixed on Muria and Alvelyn. He looked each girl over, studying their appearance and surveying each girl's figure.

"These two will work." A ray of hope shined onto the director's face. "Please, we need two teenage girls to help out during the interactive game for Irina's panel."

"Um..." Muria took a small step back, obviously frightened by what the director is implying.

"I'll pay the two of you," the director said again. "Five thousand Vils. All you have to do is go on stage when the host calls you up and follow the instructions."

"What instructions?" Alvelyn asked, stepping in protectively to slowly ease the situation back into control.

"It's got to be a secret," the director shook his head. "Otherwise the effect wouldn't be desirable."

"..." Muria frowned. On her face was a look of reluctance as she glanced over in my direction as if seeking for my help. However, I was caught by surprise as well, so I was unable to formulate anything to help her out. So, I shrugged and shook my head, notifying her that I got nothing.

"Please," the director begged once again, bowing and lowering his head. "Do it not for me, but for Irina. She needs this event to succeed, and we need it to. If this movie works as intended, it'll win plenty of awards and Irina's fame will be boosted even further. We might even end up leaving our mark in the history of films."

Damn, I thought to myself. How special is this movie?

When the director raised his head and I caught a good glimpse of his face, I recognized this face. He's a well known director in Vilheim, someone that even someone like me who doesn't pay much attention to movies would know despite the fact that I do not know the names of his films.

Muria peered over her shoulder at Irina, frowning as she contemplated something. When she turned her gaze from Irina and redirected it back to the director, she let out a sigh. That frown on her face still remained, but from the look in her eyes, I could sense that she has changed her mind.

"Fine," Muria sighed. "I'll do it for Irina."

"That's great!" the director smiled and exclaimed. "What about you?"

He turned and looked at Alvelyn.

"I'll do it as well," Alvelyn answered. I could sense that she initially wanted to decline as well, but after hearing how it might help Irina and the fact that Muria has agreed to help, Alvelyn changed her mind as well. I suppose she wanted to protect Muria if anything comes down to it.

"Great," the director smiled in a pleased manner and nodded. "Go to that woman over there," the director pointed towards a woman in her early thirties that barked orders into her radio. "She'll tell you two exactly what to do. Go talk to her, get your makeup and hair touched up by our stylists, and prepare. Got it?"

Muria and Alvelyn simply nodded their head as they were unable to match the director's fervor and energy. This man, with bags underneath his bloodshot eyes, was the epitome of sleep deprivation. However, he still moved with great vigor and spoke with much enthusiasm. It was easy to tell that he is passionate about his film. Even when he walked away, he walked at a fast pace and communicated with the different departments.

"I guess we'll go now," Muria sighed and said.

"Yeah," Alvelyn nodded. "We should hurry."

"See you two in a bit," Irina waved after them as she got up and watched as the two girls made their way towards the doorway of the dressing room to make contact with the woman that the movie director had instructed them to speak with.

"So what do I do?" I asked as I watched Irina walk over to the other door in the dressing room that I suppose lead up to the stage.

"Hey you!" a familiar and yet alien voice of enthusiasm and vigor called on me. Looking over, I saw that it was the director once again. "You want to be part of this as well? We need a teenage boy for the interactive game. You want in?"

"I—"

"Stylist!" the director commanded a stylist that was on standby. "Fix him up."

"Wait!" I cried out as my heart vacillated in my chest by this sudden turn of events in this frenzy of a backstage. "I haven't agreed yet—"

"We don't have time for you to change outfits," the director said, ignoring my complaints. "You'll have to just improvise. Just do as the host says and you'll be fine. We're all counting on you."

The director then walked away, finally leaving the dressing room. I remained standing still, recovering from this frenzy shock that I had just endured as the stylist sat me down on a seat facing a mirror and began styling my hair while a makeup artist applied light makeup onto my face.

"Sorry," Irina apologized to me.

"It's not your fault. But just exactly do I do?"

"I don't know," Irina shook her head. "All I know is that there's an interactive game, and when I asked what the game will be, the director board told me that it would ruin the effect if I knew beforehand. I'm hoping it won't be something bad like having me feel a snake or a frog of some sorts while blindfolded."

"Hopefully it's not like that," I chuckled.

The stylist and makeup artist freed me from the seat as the light layer of makeup was applied and my hair was fixed and tidied into a more stylish and fashionable style.

"It's almost time!" someone called in the dressing room, and following that prompt, Irina started making her way over to the other door in the dressing room and exited.

The road from the dressing room to the stage were blocked on either side with the temporary walls that had been erected in the plaza, and as Irina walked from the dressing room towards the stage, I decided to walk her there and see her off. Besides, I don't really know where I am supposed to be so I was deciding to stay on standby.

"Alevian," she stopped just a few steps before the stairs leading up the stage and turned around to face. "How do I look?"

"How do I look?"

She was blushing somewhat, maybe from nervousness. However, I suppose a part of it was that...this is the first time that we are alone together, and...it's not everyday that she would wear such an outfit. She probably just want my honest opinion about it, like a girl trying to appeal to her crush. But...why would anyone ever have those genuine feelings towards me, I do not know. What I do know is that in this situation, there is only one right answer.

"Pretty good," I said calmly in response. "Cute and pretty..."

"..." 

Her face turned even more red as she gazed at me with widened eyes. She seemed to be rather flustered right now by my response, but...I suppose this will simply become her fuel and lead to her performing even better while on stage. 

"Thank you," she smiled, turned around, and continued towards the stairs and up onto the stage.


Author's Note:
(Too long to be put in Author's Thought)
I just want to point out, some of you do not know what a First Person Perspective is. This story is told in Alevian's perspective, so it is told through what Alevian sees and what he knows unless otherwise specified. 

One of you are just fucking complaining and continuing on with shit that the character relationships aren't developing at all. I just want to say, you take shit way to literally and don't even stop to think about the diction used, syntax, and the more subtle stuff in the story. You just skim through the book and don't miss all the fucking hints I've put in the book to show the subtle changes in the way Alevian perceives the other characters and the way other characters act when around Alevian and you fucking blame me for all this? Fuck out of here with that bullshit. If you can only take what is written literally and just fucking miss everything about the first person perspective and the concealed messages in the arrangement of character behaviors, I suggest you stop reading this book. I don't need you to keep complaining bout shit that you fucking missed and then trying to justify that you're right.

I'm just me. An ordinary high school boy with no girlfriend, not too many friends, and no talent.  What I enjoy doing after school is roaming around the halls, hoping that like in the cliche anime and manga, I'll bump into someone that'll change my life. Of course, nothing is going to happen. What do you expect? 

But, this APP on my phone is kind of weird. I don't remember installing it. If I click on it, it asks me to complete missions. But how the hell am I supposed to do these embarrassing tasks?


Update Schedule:
I will post new chapters usually once a day, but that is subjected to change depending on my schedule as I am a student in my final year of high school. During breaks, I will usually post multiple chapters per day.

   The sun, the stars, the moon, none of their light was able to reach the world. For the first time in centuries, no external light shone down. For the first time in centuries, Maker grew annoyed. She stood on the other side of the barrier and gathered her mana. Her radiance condensed into a ball the size of her fist. It rushed forward, battering against the barrier only to send a few calm ripples across it. She frowned and held up her hand. Two of her children appeared behind her. The goddess of good and the god of evil both kneeled down. All thoughts of battle were put out of their heads when their parent was angry. "That man…" Maker mumbled. "I thought we destroyed everything." She struck the barrier one last time then turned to face her children. "You both know what this means, right?"
   "Yes ma'am," said the god of evil.
   "Yes mother," said the goddess of good.
   "Then you will both need to separate." She pointed to the central landmass. "When the barrier dissolves, I'll search the main continent while you two get the east and west. I want him or whatever legacy he left behind destroyed." The two children nodded and tried to help pass the barrier ahead of time only to be pushed back. "I guess we have to wait." Maker summoned a chair and sat down. "Even after so much time he continues to be a thorn in my side."
…
   Doevm was pulled forward, crashing him and Horse into the ground in a dark room. As he got up the doors slammed close. An enormous lock made of an unknown material barred the door. Doevm held his leg, expecting pain to rise up, but it never came. The wound on his leg was healed. He stretched his limb out a couple times to find it was fine. After standing up on it, it was verified he was completely healed. Horse, on the other hand, vaporized. The mental connection was severed.
   'This is either a holy shrine or a sort of safehouse from another race,' Doevm thought. He tried to use his magic to see, but it was blocked. He tried again yet nothing happened.
   As if acting for him, a blinding blue light flooded the surroundings. After his eyes adjusted, he saw the source of the light was a transparent pillar. Inside were masses of blue energy flying around like a tornado. One after another, more pillars lit up on his left and right going down a long hallway. The way back was blocked, so he walked forward on the faded velvet carpet. Massive holes had been ripped in it. Besides the carpet, the floor was made of Ploly (Pl-ole) bricks.
   While the roof forty feet above him was made up of thousands of shining mana crystals, the walls of steel and aluminum to reflect the light, Ploly bricks were unexpected. 'Did the construction crew run out of money half-way through this project?' Doevm thought as he picked one up. Ploly bricks were famously useless. Their melting point was of dirt. They were so soft that one could crush them in their palms. Even Doevm had a hard time believing it was that useless. He had spent a year examining them only to find out they truly were garbage. Yet, despite his failure to find anything useful about Ploly, he knew they were useful for something. It was a material no one knew the origin of. If one used alchemy to split it into its original state, it would not turn into any other base elements. It was its own dark brown material.
   For a few minutes he walked until he got to the edge of the ruins. On the back wall constructed out of pure Ploly bricks were more hieroglyphics that read: "She is watching always. She is watching always. She is watching always. She is watching always." Over and over again. It filled the wall. As he continued to read, the hieroglyphs got more hurried and sloppier. By the end, it was illegible. Embedded into the center was a single book with a dark grey leather cover. The title read: "The game of the Gods, by Maximus Draken".
One hundred and fifteen years ago…
   Arthur walked straight past the two Undead knights guarding the library and into the throne room. "Doevm, are you ready for this week's session?" He took off his gauntlets and leaned his sword against the wall. He made sure not to get close to the bookshelves as this Lich would always get angry whenever his stuff was touched without permission.
   Doevm was in his half-destroyed throne hunched over a book. His skeletal head turned up to meet his instructor. "You're early." He shut the book and handed it to one of his Undead minions. "I guess that means we can spar for longer today." He rolled up the sleeves of his black cloak.
   "You know, I always see you reading the same book, why is that?" Arthur asked.
   "That's unusual," Doevm chuckled. "You interested in a book? What interests you about it?" He motioned for the servant to return. He plucked the book out of its hands and opened it once more.
   "Not just the one." Arthur walked shoulder to shoulder with him. "You mostly read books by the same author, Maximus Draken." He pointed to the signature. "The capital of the Acrin Kingdom is also Draken. What's he so famous for?"
   "That depends." Doevm held the book away from Arthur, afraid that his rough hands would damage the old book. "If you ask humans, they say he was the first hero. If you ask demons, he was the greatest magician. If you ask me, he was a great philosopher." A dozen servants came into the library and bowed with books presented. "Each of these is his work. His theories about mana are fascinating. They've kept me busy for a half a century now, testing each one of them. The most interesting thing about him, however, is that everyone is wrong about him."
   "You mean, he wasn't smart at all?"
   "No, not that." Doevm nearly hit his friend with the book, but that would most likely damage the book more than the hero's thick skull. "No one knows why he was so prominent. He was able to do so many things in his lifetime. It was like he was great at everything. Combat, magic, thinking, building, he did everything. His tombs can still be found around the world, hidden from the public's eyes. When he was at the height of his power, he lost his magic. He was unable to even see it. The kingdom that he built up was taken over. Many of his books were labeled as hearsay and destroyed. No matter how much I find about him, there is no answer to what he actually did to get so strong and who made him crumble. His family was unknown. He had no heirs. Only his accomplishments are known."
   "Sounds harsh." Arthur looked at the rest of the books. "They seem to be getting darker                 as they go. Did you notice that?"
   "What do you mean, the content? There are only a few copies in the world so how could you have read them?" Doevm closed the book.
   "Look at this one." Arthur forcefully yanked the book out of Doevm's skeletal hands. "This is volume one and it is bound in white leather." He picked up the next volume before Doevm could snatch his book back. "This one has a slightly darker cover and its volume two."
   "Ok I get it, now put the books down before I have to kill you." Lightning cackled around his hands. Arthur shrugged and put the books back as dramatically and gently as he could. "It could be because they are getting older or just a coincidence." His blue flame eyes inspected each book. The limit of his collection was at grey. "This means there might be more…" He picked up the last book and mumbled to himself, "That means his theories continue. From the latest volume I was able to invent light magic. What happens if I get my hands on the latest volumes?" He put them back down and shooed his servants away. "I'll investigate this matter later. Our time is limited. Let's spar." He went for a quick jab. Arthur ducked. "This is for touching my stuff!" He executed a combination attack against air.
   Arthur got into a stance: "I am going to touch e-ve-ry-thing after I win."
Back to the present…
   The book was a trap. It had to be a trap. Doevm knew deep in his heart that such an elaborate hallway was just to make him more impatient. His magic was sealed, and he had no idea as to why. Since there was no exit to this place, only the book, it was obvious that picking up the book was what the maker of this ruin intended. He grabbed the book and opened to the first page. Right on cue, a trap activated. A soft repeating clinking went down the hallway. The pillars cracked. The blue swirling mist burst out and rushed toward Doevm, who was zoned out. His eyes were glued to the first line: "Instruction for basic soul magic."

"Screw magic, I want to learn how to do cool flips and stuff." Magic is awesome, until you've studied it for centuries. Doevm reincarnates into a human to experience the path of a fighter to its fullest and swears not to rely on magic. There is only one problem, a goddess stands in his way. She pits him against both the hero and the villain for all of eternity. How will he escape this, with magic or his fists? Maybe both? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------(Sorry about the spacing. Webnovel doesn't let me use enter) Winner of contest #110. I upload seven chapters a week. Each chapter has word count around 1500+.-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Link to my discord: https://discord.gg/tHaceja ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------While I am an experienced writer, I do make mistakes. Don't be afraid to say you don't understand something or point out an error in grammar. I read all comments. There are naturally some things I won't say. For example, if some says there's an inconsistency and I don't address it, it's probably there for a reason.

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