Hi guys! I’m making this novel because there aren’t any interesting novels to read. I’m gonna make this fanfic because I’ll be needing reader reviews to continue and also gonna add parts from different novels. Primarily this novel will have system, time reversal, harem and some mild R-18. Thanks for reading.

A place for me to write ideas and you to use them

I had a thought what if I made random titles and/or intros that people can use to make fun novels.
I was thinking of making novels but thought to myself that I don't really have the talent to make novels to the end or realy capture the audience attention. I could capture the attention for a short while but not for the whole novel.
I just hope one of my ideas can become a good novel.

if any of the ideas capture your attention feel free to use it and let me know. I would like to read it.

Previously on Writer's Chatgroup…

LickMyShoes: What you write impacts the reader and it is an author's responsibility to know what kind of message their novel is giving out to others.

Sleepis4theWeak: True. But, it is the reader's own decision to be influenced or not. Either way, both have responsibilities and own mind.

Murakami Takai: Our brains seek out the "lesson" that is told through story. And if that "lesson" is saying, "**** is good and normal and you should do it," then go figure.

Mr.DropDeadSexy: That's like saying it's a child's own decision to do drugs when their parents are both drug addicts.

CoolGuySan: People are influenced by things we have no control over.

Mr.DropDeadSexy: It's not just ****, but pedophilia as well.

CoolGuySan: Like reaaally shitty.

Mr.DropDeadSexy: If a pedophile is exposed to a culture where pedophilia and **** are normalized, a bunch of unfortunate kids are going to be needing therapy pretty soon.

Sleepis4theWeak: It is a shitty thing done by shitty people.

CoolGuySan: Also I know for a fact that younger audiences read here.

Mr.DropDeadSexy: Younger audiences are curious as well. You think an r-18 tag is gonna stop them? Of course not.

[A/N: It's true. If there are young authors, there are also young readers. The youngest author I know in the discord chatroom is around 13-14 years old.]

Sleepis4theWeak: Tagging of r18 doesn't help.

TrueDawn: Man r-18 content on WN should be removed.

Elyon saw the name and he knew that the time has come. Mod 'TrueDawn' has finally stepped in.

Murakami Takai: Oh boy.

Mr.DropDeadSexy: If you use "f*ck" more than once it's automatically rated R.

SpicyGinger: Author responsibility? Srsly? Then what about those famous stories where the protagonist commits suicide and it ends with that? Is it promoting suicide? Is the author wrong?

Mr.DropDeadSexy: By most country guidelines 'Glorifying' suicide is a huge problem.

TrueDawn: *sigh* Guys. 

Mr.DropDeadSexy: When 13 Reasons came out, there was huge outrage.

Truedawn: Just stop this discussion.

SpicyGinger: That's just a wrong pov…

Mr.DropDeadSexy: Many psychologists said it was incredibly problematic and never should've been released.

Truedawn: I don't want this to become an argument between which one is better. I do agree that glorifying things that shouldn't be glorified is wrong. Like suicide, ****, pedophilia and so on.

SpicyGinger: In a story for kids... sure there is responsibility... but for an adults work... the writer can depict whatever he wants.

Truedawn: Plus authors should really think of what they're giving to readers. r-13, r-16, r-18 it doesn't stop young people from reading it at all even adults get affected.

CoolGuySan: Honestly they're just bigger kids with bigger problems.

SpicyGinger: @CoolGuySan But they are adults. They can make their own decisions.

CoolGuySan: Adults don't always make the right decisions.

Zenith: Neither sides are totally innocent or totally guilty. 

WWfire: Can we stop? This is why censorship is a debate. *facepalm emoticon*

Zenith: It's a choice from either sides.

Truedawn: People have their own beliefs and it's not our fault if they believe in that or not. Mr.DropDeadSexy, SpicyGinger, stop. Let's just all calm down. 

Elyon sighed as he read the comments. Truedawn has drawn the line and it means that the discussion has come to an end. The authors also want to change the subject. CoolGuySan decided to initiate the change and threw some random topic to start a new discussion. 

CoolGuySan: U've all seen endgame?

Truedawn: Nope.

Mr.DropDeadSexy: Endgame was trash the end.

CoolGuySan: What? Y? *cry emoticon*

Zenith: Lel. I liked it.

Truedawn: I heard Antman entered Thanos' ass was that true?

[A/N: That would really be interesting if it happened.]

Mr.DropDeadSexy: It would've been better if he did.

Truedawn: aww anyways for Ironman.

Zenith: It was more like a tribute to fans than an actual movie.

Mr.DropDeadSexy: The amount of plotholes in endgame — some writers in this discord could've done a better job.

CoolGuySan: Anyway u guys read any good novels lately?

Elyon: Yes, mine. Shamelessly promote own novel lmao.

Zenith: @CoolGuySan Yeah. I was reading my novel. I usually don't say the truth so loud.

CoolGuySan: My short attention span is my biggest problem honestly.

WWFire: Me, a student trying to save money, didn't watch, Black Panther and Endgame *derp emoticon*

Truedawn: Me, no money, can't watch hence.

Elyon: Why would you watch black panther when you have pink panther?

The discord chatroom resumed their happy go lucky ways and another episode has ended…or was it?

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A few days passed since that heated debate on the Writer's Discord Chatroom. Elyon was curious and asked the other authors who were not present during that debate the question "What is a Story?" The answers he got were quite tame, compared to the ones he had back then.

Elyon: What is a story to you as an author? *points imaginary microphone to a baby dragon*

Zehel2218: For me as a reader, novel is everything that makes me want to live on.

Cultivator_Requiem: But a story can be a ship to another world! Or a message from the past! Or a stupid creation of a 11-year-old edgy kid!

Longsun Fullmetal: There are many different forms of a story. All of them with a different purpose and goal. Some of them merely seek to entertain, others wish to send a message. 

Some are about inspiring while others seek to cause specific emotions of the readers, Many stories were made by people who are disappointed with the "real world", reflecting what's happening around them inside their story, maybe wishing to escape it or suggesting a solution to the world's problems. The list is endless.

There are so many different types of stories we could keep this up all day honestly. But I think we can agree on one thing. A story is either enjoyable or not.

[A/N: Oooof! I had to dig for your "epic comment" Longsun.]

Elyon: Too hardcore.

Zehel2218: @Longsun Fullmetal Nice one.

Sleepteddy: I need to improve my English, for the sake of my reader's health.

Adorable miaomiao11: Me too.

Murakami Takai: me 3.

Zehel2218: me 4.

[A/N: me 5. ]

Mishak: Stories are escape from reality.

Cultivator_Requiem: But there is one thing that is not part of a good story, FILLERS.

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Author's Thoughts

When I decided to start writing Writer's Chatgroup, this particular episode on the discord chat made a deep impression on me. If I remember correctly, It was just a week after I joined the server.

Everyone is entitled to their opinion. It is their right, their choice and something that they need to decide on their own. Most of the time, arguments and debates are often caused by conflicting opinions. 

Even outside the boundaries of the discord chatroom, these conflicts happen. One good example of this is voting for politicians (President, Senators, etc.) You'd be surprised that sometimes your friends, family, relatives, classmates, acquaintances, co-workers (name it you have it!) will not always agree with you on your choice of candidates.

There are times when you get "heated discussion and debates" on why this particular politician is good, why he/she is bad, so on and so forth~

So why am I telling you this stuff? Mmm, it's because I don't want the authors of the discord chatroom to kil- *cough* I don't want the readers to judge their favorite authors for voicing their opinions and beliefs. 

We as authors write our stories so we can pass a message to you, so we can entertain you, so we can give you something to do when you're bored and have free time to spare. 

In turn, we get happy if people read our stories. Just like what the author PoeticPenguin shared in a comment in one of the chapters of Writer's Chatgroup.

"I can't make someone laugh so I have defaulted to make my readers interested. Also, I wholeheartedly agree with you. A comment is basically 300 dollars plus bragging rights. Wait no, more than that. It's also a glimpse of heaven on earth."

~PoeticPenguin

So my beloved readers, please give us that $300 plus bragging rights. It helps pay the bills and make both of us happy. It's a Win-Win for everybody!

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Have you ever wondered what your favorite Authors in Web Novels do during their free time? Don't forget that Authors are humans too and they have their own quirks and opinions. 

How can those Domineering CEO's that you love to read even compare to the manliness of our drop dead gorgeous authors who cries like little babies when they are stressed out and can't write anything due to Writer's Block!? Cultivation Chat Group can't even compare! 

Join our fearless Author Elyon as he show you a world filled with Frustrations, Stress, Anxiety, and Procrastination! 

WELCOME to The Webnovel Writer's Chatgroup!
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P.S The Cover Drawing is not mine. I just find it nice so I used it. Full credits go to the owner.

Kais

Age: 20

Size:6,2 ft

Weight: 96 kg

Physical description: Short silver hair with red eyes which give him a strange appearence as no one on earth looks like that.An extremely athletic body that could put into shame most of the pro athlete.Way too much scars on his back that make him look like a war veteran while he has a single scar on his torso which is hidden by a spider tattoo. An incredibly handsome and innocent face that is often spoiled by a smile a little too empty to be truly innocent.

Personnality:Kais appears to be pretty calm and friendly but his real personnality is different.He is a sadistic and cruel man who love to mess with pretty much everyone except for his twin sister.While he seems to be some sort of evil character, he is in fact loving and caring when it comes to his precious people sadly they are too few to actually count.He can become a monster when his sister is in danger or when something truly piss him off but those times became less and less when he grew up.

Job: Actor(Assassin)

Favourite food: Everything made by his parents.Other than that he can eat pretty much everything.

hobbies: Murder, torture, video games, reading, listening to music.(mostly rap)

Story(just a quick summary):Kais grew up with a loving family in France but he quickly saw that he was 'different' while his sister loved normal things, he loved to torture animals and to mess with everyone.Fortunately for him it seems that his sister was just acting since she was afraid of what would happen if anyone knew how...Special, she was.They grew up being always together as if nothing could separate them but a problem soon appeared.Their parents began to fight way too much and when their 16th birthday came, their parents told them that they want to divorce.Instead of being sad or angry the twins just said that they were okay with it  since they wanted their parents to live a happy life, but something made them extremely angry.Their father wanted to take Kais with him while their mother wanted Sana(his sister)Naturally the twins wanted to stay with each other but they had to obey to their parents since they weren't adults yet.They lived separately for 2 years and during those years Kais became an actor even though it was quite difficult giving how young he was.He also became an assassin but it was just a side job to gain money.When he finally became an adults he immediately took the first flight to miami and moved in with his sister.He lived a happy life for 2 years before he was suddenly teleported somewhere during his sleep.It was then that the most interesting part of his life began.


Sana

Age: 20

Size: 6'1

Weight: 88 kg

Physical description: Long and curly silver hair and red eyes.An athletic body with some baby fat left but an overall impressive build for such a young woman.She has an even more beautiful face than her brother and contrarily to him her smile is real, even though it's a dangerous and way too seductive smile.

Personnality:Sana appears to be an energetic girls who's happy no matter what may happen to her but again it's nothing but a deception.She is a seductress who love to use her 'talents' and looks to manipulate everyone around her and treat them like slaves.She is also extremely cruel but she's not a sadist like her brother, event though she still can become a monster for the same reasons as him.Her love for her brother is extreme and can easily be described as a brother complex.She knows him so well that she acts depending on his mood , after all she knows that even with how much she loves him and most importantly how strong she is, there's still a side of him that can easily change her into a sobbing little girl unable to do anything.

Favourite food: Anything expensive.(The more expensive the better it is)

Hobbies: Video games, reading mangas and novels, seducing people and using them as slaves to gain money or advantages, buying expensive things.


Story:It's pretty much the same as Kais but the 2 years she spent with her mother were different than the 2 years Tsarck spent in france.Since she wasn't the type of woman to work, she decided to use her incredibles talents to seduce a female singer who lived in miami.After 2 months which was extremely big considering that she could seduce anyone with only a look, she finally gained the love of the woman.She used her as a slave but this time to ensure her love she stayed with her most of the time and continued to act like a loving woman.Unfortunately she had to stop when her brother came back since she became too busy spending all of her time with him.Contrarily to what she thought the female singer was incerdibly affected by her departure and fell into a deep depression as she really loved her.Not wanting to have the woman pursuing her , Sana just ignored her and acted as if she never even existed, which made the female singer even more sad.Finally the woman couldn't take it anymore and decided to kill herself by jumping from her hotel roof.She left a letter where she detailed how much she loved Sana and how much her departure had left a scar in her heart, she mentioned that a life without Sana(Who actually forgot about her after just a month)wasn't worth living.The female singer was Shakira.

The situation is pretty simple.You pick the two most interesting twins on earth and put them in differents world to see what happens.

Unfortunately it seems that they weren't gonna act like many before them.

"Hey Sis!That Shark guy is fighting with the good guys!"

"Oh!It's Little Kisame!Let's help him and kill them all!"


Maybe sending them in those worlds wasn't a good idea.....Nah!!It's gonna be funny!


(Just to be clear the twins won't go only to anime worlds.They will most certainly go to Dc or marvel or even to totally new worlds created by me.)

Warning:Extremely Op Main characters, incredibly gore scenes and maybe sex scenes in the future!)

I will be posting this story on Royal Road too.

Patreon:
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Hello everyone my name is Michael Akatsuki and ...
 I died...
 But remembering everything until the moment of my death, I understand that I regret little
 My family was pretty ordinary besides my little brother and I were fond of anime
 But since I lived in Russia, adults didn't perceive this very well.
 And what can you live in this and without cartoons you say yes?
 But unlike my younger brother, I have been pretty unsociable since childhood
 Therefore, I had few friends, even in high school, I had about 3-4 friends who have been with me since elementary school
 Of course, I could speak with someone else, but usually it was something like a greeting or a question about study
 But I was quite sociable on the Internet, I even belonged to some top clans and there I had to communicate with many people
 So my 16 years of my life passed while I was once again watching Boku no Pic ... KXM, I wanted to say anime ...
In short I spilled my Cola on my PC in a hurry to knock it accidentally caught on some wire which eventually killed me with electricity 
Dying in convulsions I was hoping that would be before the old man with long white beard who offered me a second life in one of those novels with OP abilities 
But when I woke up I found myself in a place where there was nothing but darkness a long time passed since my death for this time, I was trying not to go crazy entertaining themselves with their memories 
At some point I started to feel the heat and pressure looking around I saw the light very bright light I closed my eyes after a long period of time conducted in that dark place, my eyes were not ready for this after a while I heard a voice like the voice of a wise and good old man slightly opened eyes I saw him like this, glowing man with long gray beard, his face expressed a kind smile, he was dressed in white clothes similar to the clothes of the monks 
Again spoke the old man said: I'm Sorry my child I thought I forgot about you for quite a long period of time at least for humans 
Said the old man with the slowly fading aura around him for which I was grateful 
With full open eyes I carefully looked at the old man and asked him the obvious question: are You a God? 
What the old man nodded and said, call me mortals in your world 
All things considered, what the Creator told him, I said, I will go to hell or heaven? 
Shaking her head at my words he said, as an apology for the fact that I forgot about you I'm going to turn you into one of the worlds in your memories on your choice of 3 wishes 
Very delighted with this outcome, I said, Right? to which he nodded, excited me even more 
I thought about his words for 15 minutes during which he waited patiently for Michael said: Then I want to be reincarnated as one piece but my first wish is to preserve your memories 
What the elder women laughed and praised the young man in front of him: hahaha you're smart enough young man for all the time I've sent a few from your world and you are the first who put forth this desire 
What Michael facilitated sighed thinking: "It would be very @!#%@#$ if I were to go there without memories just giving them unknown to me "
Reading the thoughts of Michael God smiled more broadly than before
A minute later, Michael made his second wish: My second wish I want a system with lots of features such as store status, map, quests, and inventory 
After said Michael looked at God in response to which he nodded 
He said my third wish:My third wish I would like the ability with which I could travel to anime worlds 
God thought for a moment before answering and said, Well your third wish, it will also be one of the functions of the system but you can go to other worlds only under certain conditions
What Michael nodded, agreeing with the thought, "I don't care I can't complain since I got all this almost for free "
The Creator smiled a kind old smile and said, I'll be watching your new life so unlike his past life lived that much more interesting 
God said waving a hand behind Michael's opening a portal that dragged him inside

This story about a boy named Michael Akatsuki will not spoil anymore

 PS: I don't know much English
- --- I do not have anime or cover art

Father Yang is eloquent. He described the process of a coyote attack on a young man who lost his way and illegally selling drugs as vividly as a witness.
Zhang Zian listened with great interest and kept asking, "How did you know so clearly what happened yesterday? Do you usually listen to overseas radio broadcasts?"
Father Yang shook his head. "No, there is a priest who knows him in the neighborhood where the young man lives. He heard it from him, and I heard the recount."
"Oh..."
Zhang Zian roughly understands that although it sounds strange. There are often people in the United States who are doing illegal acts while teaching and spreading the faith. He doesn't know how they usually deal with the teachings of God in their hearts but commit crimes with their own hands at the same time.
"That person is fine afterward?"
"He's okay. After the coyote ran away, he painfully picked up the gun that had fallen off his hand. He thought that the gunshot might have been heard by people and that the police would soon come. He simply wrapped his wrists and then left immediately," Father Yang replied.
Unlike the employees in Binhai City's scrap purchase station, the priests' recounted story should not be too exaggerated and should be very close to the facts.
"Coyotes are so abundant to such a point, but no one cares about doing something about it?" Zhang Zian said with emotion. This is the difference in national conditions. If it is a domestic issue in China, it may have already caused a storm all over the city.
Father Yang said with regret, "Things don't always pan out like what you think. There will always be voices that oppose it, and these coyotes should have come out of the forest parks. The source of these coyotes is in the forest park, but in the forest park, hunting them is illegal. Not only that, even in San Francisco, shooting or poisoning coyotes is also illegal."
"Uh..."
Zhang Zian was speechless.
The United States is generally a law-abiding country, and serious people are unwilling to take risks to commit illegal acts. Otherwise, expensive lawyer fees and prison disasters are waiting for you, as for other types of people ... they don't care about the threat of coyotes at all.
Therefore, it is impossible to poison coyotes with drugs such as isoniazid.
To kill or not to kill. It is unrealistic to expect the coyotes to leave willingly, making this a real headache.
Father Yang said, "In my opinion, there are two possible ways, either to find the source of the coyote's temperamental mutation or to introduce the coyote's natural enemies. The former is not easy, and the latter is not easy as well, and its effects are slow."
"The natural enemy of the coyote?"
Father Yang nodded. "For the coyote, the biggest natural enemy is not humans, but their close relatives, the gray wolves in North America, have been almost made extinct by humans. Therefore, the territory of coyotes has continued to expand, from Mexico to the Arctic Circle and all the way to the ground. Rats, to as large as elk, are all their hunting targets. Previously, the northern valley of Yellowstone Park was also plagued by the presence of coyotes. Later, scientists reintroduced the long-disappeared gray wolf into the area, and the gray wolf would prey on coyotes. Just like a coyote would prey on a pet dog, after some time, the coyote was completely driven out of the northern valley."
This is a biological control method. However, whilst the coyote was expelled, the problem of the gray wolf arises ... The gray wolf is arguably fiercer to deal with than the coyote.
As for the source of the coyote's mutation ...
Zhang Zian wasn't sure, but maybe it wasn't the sudden temperament change that caused them to attack adults, but some other factor.
If those factors are not eliminated, even if the coyote is expelled by the wolf, he is afraid that the next problem is the wolf.
"Do you have any opinion on the cause of the coyote's sudden change of temperament?" he asked.
He felt that Father Yang's trip to the United States might be related to coyotes, but he did not want to understand why such a thing should be done by the priest. It should be a biologist's job instead.
Father Yang said cautiously, "It is not clear. Food poisoning, water pollution, environmental changes, disease factors, human stimuli may all have similar effects on coyotes, and we need to investigate carefully before we can conclude ... sorry, When I say this, will it affect your interest in traveling?"
"That's not true. I think it's interesting," Zhang Zian laughed.
"In fact, in San Francisco, as long as you don't travel at night, it's relatively safe. You don't have to worry too much, just be careful when you leave the city to play in the surrounding area, and try to avoid doing things by yourself to avoid unnecessary accidents." Father Yang cautioned, kindly.
"I see, thank you."
As the stewardess pushed the dining car to deliver the meal, the conversation between them came to an end.
After dinner, they began to feel sleepy, and they took a nap. Although they continued to talk after waking up, they didn't mention the coyotes. Father Yang said some interesting things and experiences while studying in Belgium. As for Zhang Zian, he told of his experience of traveling to Egypt in response.
Unconsciously, this long-haul flight was nearing the end, and San Francisco was in sight.
The plane began to descend, and a brown colored ground appeared at the end of the endless ocean.
Generally speaking, this is a pleasant flight experience. Although there is no high-quality looking flight attendant, nor are they sitting next to young beauties, he did not feel lonely.
Intentionally or unintentionally, Zhang Zian and Father Yang did not exchange contact information, because both of them knew that if they wanted to find each other after returning to China, he would just go to the church in Nancheng District, Binhai City. However, for Zhang Zian that is without religion, there does not seem to be a need to go to church.
So they all think that this pleasant conversation is their first and last conversation.
After grabbing his luggage and leaving the airport, Father Yang politely asked Zhang Zian if he would be taking a ride to the city.
Zhang Zian saw someone driving to pick up Father Yang. They are two foreigners. Judging from their temperament, they seem to be Father Yang's counterpart in his occupation.
He feels that this is not convenient. People may have private words to say to one another, so he declined the invitation and chose to take the cheap Metro instead.
To save money on this self-funded trip, instead of staying in a convenient but expensive hotel in the city center, he booked a slightly off-site bed and breakfast online, in advance, through Airbnb. It took a lot of time for him to choose a house. The general principle is that the location can be a little away from the city center, and the room can be small, but there must be enough privacy for him, and he does not want to live with the landlord.
After connecting with the landlord and checking into the premises, he checked the room and felt satisfied. Thus, he released π from the mobile phone, which needed to write novels daily. He decided to leave the other elves on his phone for now. Otherwise, if he chose otherwise, he doesn't even need to think about sleeping that night.
After a little packing, he fell onto the bed, called the Matthew Davis Foundation, confirmed that he had arrived in San Francisco and would attend their celebration. Then, he began to sleep, trying his best to overcome the jet lag as soon as possible.


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

Danzhou Harbor lay to the east of the state of Qing, near the sea. Since the recent completion of the ports in the South, and with the sea route to the West that was opened up early on, the state’s center of trade had moved south. As a result, Danzhou Harbor was gradually forgotten. The formerly bustling port had quieted down years ago.
Seagulls flew freely, no longer harassed by annoying sailors.
The local residents of Danzhou Harbor, on the other hand, had not experienced much change in their lives. Although their income had decreased, the emperor had been exempting them from paying taxes for years, and they continued to lead comfortable lives. Not to mention that the seaport was very beautiful and, now quiet, it naturally became more livable.
Once in a while, some big name would come to Danzhou Harbor and build a manor.
However, as it was so far from the imperial capital, few of the officials really settled down there. Perhaps only the old lady who lived in the house to the west of the city could be counted as one.
It was said that the old lady was the mother of Count Sinan, and moved to Danzhou Harbor in her retirement. Everyone in the city knew that Count Sinan was favored by His Majesty. He was never dispatched in accordance with normal practice, but stayed in the imperial capital and worked with the Treasury Department. So, most residents showed sufficient politeness and respect to the house.
Children, however, did not understand these things.
It was a sunny day. The adults were sitting in the pub, enjoying the salty moisture carried in by the sea breeze, eating brined plums and drinking liquor from goblets.
A crowd of teenagers surrounded the stone steps outside the back door of Count Sinan’s estate in the western part of the city.
Approaching them, a funny scene would be revealed, as the teens were listening to a small kid of four or five years old. 
The small boy was adorable, with eyebrows that seemed painted on and a pair of bright eyes. Though his voice was childish, the tone of his speech was as mature as an adult.
Heaving a sigh, he made a gesture with his small arms and continued, "Truman walked toward the wall and found a ladder. He climbed the ladder, step by step, and found a door. He pushed the door open and went out...."
 "And then?"
"And then? Then...he was free again," the small kid pouted, appearing impatient that the teens would ask such a basic question.
"You must be kidding? Why didn’t he...that Chris...."
 "Christof," interrupted another teen.
"Yes. Why didn’t Truman beat up Christof to vent his anger? He had been imprisoned for years."
The small kid shrugged and said, "No."
"Hush! So boring. Young Master Fan Xian, today’s story is not as interesting as the one from a couple days ago."
"Then, what kind of stories do you like?"
"An Ethereal Journey."
"A Great Epic."
"Hush!" said the small kid called Fan Xian, extending his middle finger at the bigger teens around him. He admonished, "Fighting and killing are unhealthy, digging all over for treasure makes nature unwell."
Suddenly, a furious shout came from the courtyard, "Young master, where are you!?"
Imitating his gesture, all the teens flashed their middle fingers, a most spectacular sight because of the large number of kids. They made a collective "Hush!" and ran away with laughter.
The small child, Fan Xian, stood up from the stone steps, patted the dust off his rear, turned around, and ran into the courtyard. Before he closed the door, he glanced with his clever eyes at the young, blind boss of the grocery store across from the house, displaying a complexity of emotion that did not match his age. He then gently closed the door.
 
It had been four years since Fan Shen had come to this world. During that time, he gradually came to the realization that he was not dreaming. He truly did arrive in an unknown world. In some ways, this world appeared the same as the one he remembered, but in others, it was not the same at all.
Overhearing the gossip of the servants in the count estate, he had finally deciphered his identity. He was the bastard son of the capital’s Count Sinan.
In stereotypical stories of rich and powerful families, a bastard son was easily hated and persecuted by the wife and concubines. His honorable father, who had no real power, seems to have had only one son. To carry on the family lineage, Fan Shen was sent to Danzhou Harbor, far away from the capital.
Over the years, he had become accustomed to his identity. Still, the soul of an adult trapped in the body of a child has to withstand experiences completely different both physically and psychologically. A normal person would probably go insane. Luckily, in his previous life, Fan Shen was bedridden for many years due to a neuromuscular disease called myasthenia gravis. Compared with his miserable former life, the slight difficulty in moving now was nothing at all. Though living in the body of a child, he had adapted well to his current life. 
What he was most unaccustomed to was his name. At the age of one, the Count sent a letter and gave him the name Fan Xian and the style name Anzhi.
It was not a good name. In the dialect of his hometown, it sounded like a curse, meaning "freak."
His form being that of a mere baby at the time, he had no way to express his opposition using words.
At the start of his hospital treatment in his former life, Fan Shen could move his head. He often begged the cute nurse to buy him pirated DVDs and books.
Living in the Count’s home, he learned that the Countess was a kind woman with a reputation for coldness. In fact, she cared for Fan Xian very much. The servants never treated him differently for being born a bastard. However, he was still upset because he could not communicate with anyone.
How could he tell the servant girls that he came from another world? How could he tell his teacher that he could read every character in his books?
So, he often snuck out the side door to play with the non-royal children. Much of the time, he regaled them with stories from the movies and novels of his homeworld.
It seemed that he wanted to remind himself of something. He wanted to remind himself that he did not belong to this world. In the other world, he had movies, Internet and porn.
He didn’t know why he told the kids about The Truman Show today. With its unsuspecting plot and without the charming Jim Carrey, he should have known that the youth of Danzhou Harbor would not like it at all.
But he told the story anyway.
Deep in his heart, he felt his situation to be ridiculous—why would he suddenly, so close to death, be reborn in this new body? He couldn’t help but think of that movie...maybe the people on the streets and the seagulls in the sky were props?
Just like The Truman Show.
Truman finally realized that his reality was fake. He resolutely sailed until his boat punctured the wall of the dome, and he found an exit door.
But Fan Shen—no, Fan Xian—knew that he was not Truman. This world was real, not some huge movie set.
So he found himself telling stories every day to remind himself that he belonged to another world. How ridiculous it all was!


A family inclined to kindness and charity would grace the descendants.
Thanks to one small act of kindness,
by providence she comes across a grateful friend;
Fortunate that her mother,
has done an unperceived good deed….

Men should rescue the distressed and aid the poor…
Who would have guessed that kindness in this world ultimately would be the road that one must choose, that proverbial fork in the road?

Clouds of rain float on eastern winds as new vines start to blossom.
Though drums of war roar too loudly and their brilliance has been lost,
a green grass carpet greets the sun by the break of morning.
Let us wait for the yellow leaves, a few gourds are harvested.

Mrs. Rodriguez felt glad that Betha had joined their Christmas dinner. Every year, she and Apollo celebrated with Gab and Leslie. And now, Betha was a new addition to their family. Despite her not-so-good first impression of Betha, there was something very new to her scent now: her aura had changed.

There was a reason why Mrs. Rodriguez pursued a writing career; she was very good in sensing the good and bad in people. And she used that to turn real characters into fiction and add more to their story. Hence, her well-developed characters and mind-boggling plots had resulted to bestselling fantasy novels. She knew from when she was young that the world was an incredible realm of God's creations, with different series of logical happenings and mind-bending possibilities. For some reason, she had the gift of reading and smelling a human aura. It might sound preposterous and weird like "Phoebe of Friends" kind of weird, but she knew in her heart that humans exude certain levels of electricity that could be referred to as an electromagnetic field; this was human aura. 

When she first met Betha, she saw black, magenta, white, and crystalline colors surrounding her body. It was the first time in her life that she had seen a person emit that kind of aura. And her scent had confirmed that she was one of a kind, because it was a scent of human mixed with some kind of supernatural being that she had no idea was. She new there was something about Betha, and she was scared for her son. But upon seeing her again, the black aura had completely disappeared. She only radiated white and crystalline, still an extremely rare combination of colors, but she sensed pure goodness in Betha than the that first time that she met her; she looked genuine now. And it might have something to do with the fact that she disappeared for months and whatever happened or why it had happened, she felt relieved. At least, she could fully trust her now and could genuinely be happy that she was back.

"I'm glad you're back." Mrs. Rodriguez uttered as Betha helped her put the dishes in the kitchen sink. Gab, Leslie, and Apollo's laughter could be heard from the dining table as they talked about the time when they played the three musketeers. 

Betha couldn't help but giggle at the three and she was very appreciative to hear Mrs. Rodriguez say those words. "I'm glad that you're glad." She smiled.

"You don't have to do that, Betha. You're our guest. You're special. You don't have to help with the dishes." Apollo suddenly commented as he stood from his chair and approached the two most important women in his life.

"It's okay. I just put them in the sink." Betha responded.

"Baby, she's not our guest anymore. Yes, she is still special, but let's consider her family. She can roam around or go frolicking inside this house just like Gab always does. And just like Leslie used to do when she was very young and always playing detective. Betha is welcome here anytime like it's her own house, so let's make her comfortable," said Mrs. Rodriguez.

Apollo and Betha looked at each other with joy in their faces. "Wow, mom. Don't make me shed tears. It's Christmas." He said, jokingly.

"I feel so honored, Mrs. Rodriguez." Betha said.

"I thought I mentioned to you before that you could call me mom." 

"You never even asked Gab and Leslie to call you mom before," said Apollo.

"I did but you were such a jealous little boy. You didn't want anyone else calling me mom, so Gab and Leslie never did."

"Okay, you're making up stories now."

"Nope. I'm telling the truth. And you know that."

Apollo looked embarrassed. "Fine."

Betha and Mrs. Rodriguez let out a silent laugh. "I guess it's going to be hard to get used to it, but I'll try," said Betha.

"Trying is good. I like that," said Mrs. Rodriguez. 

Gab and Leslie rose from their seats. "This was the best meal, Andrea. I've always loved the way you cook."

Leslie slightly pushed Gab by the shoulder for calling her Andrea.

"Gab, I swear. If you call my mom by her name again, you're not invited for New Year's Eve." Apollo said, looking disgusted.

Mrs. Rodriguez laughed. "Do you now see how possessive you are, my dear?"

Apollo rolled his eyes. "We'll go upstairs for now, mom. I promise I'll take care of everything on New Year's Eve. Cooking, washing the dishes, entertaining them. All me."

"Go on. Don't be too loud though. You know our neighbor's getting a bit old. You won't want him complaining about your loud music just like last year."

"No problem."

~

The four young adults settled in Apollo's room. The girls were comfortably sitting on the bed, Gab rested on the beanbag and Apollo turned his back on his computer desktop to face them.

"Can I just say how thankful I am to all of you, guys? Thank you so much for helping me," said Betha.

"You've thanked us like a million times already. From when you and Apollo safely arrived, to when Apollo returned back to his human form, to when we started prepping up to go to Apollo's house, then you thanked us again in the car." Leslie said in her sweet voice. "And you are always welcome."

"We would've helped even if it weren't for Apollo," said Gab.

"Yep. These are the kinds of friends I have which is why they're more like family," Apollo said in a proud gesture.

Betha rested on her stomach, with her chin on her arms, still looking at Apollo. "How can I stop thanking you? You could've been trapped as a dog forever. You saved my life by risking yours. I  can't thank you enough." She moved back to her normal sitting position, her eyes switching between Gab and Leslie. "It was hard for so many years that I had to keep my identity from people. But knowing that there are people who accept me as I am…how can I ever repay that? I'm in awe. You guys are the most awesome people."

"I know." Gab said with confidence.

All of them giggled. 

"You're very interesting, Betha. I've researched a lot about paranormal occurrences, and I know for sure that there are a lot of unexplainable things in the world but confirming 100% that they're real because you exist…it makes me so happy. You have done me a big favor. You were my validation to the supernatural world, Betha. And I love you for that." Leslie explained.

"Les, I really like your personality more than Gab, but please don't say those three words to her again. Those are supposed to be my lines." Apollo said, feeling shy all of a sudden that he said that. "I mean. You know…maybe in the future."

Betha looked at Apollo and they stared at each other for a while. The silence got awkward to both Gab and Leslie, so they decided to get up. "Okay, we better go now. It's almost 2am. We'll see you whenever," said Leslie.

Apollo nodded but he didn't really understand a thing. All he felt that moment was gratitude for finally being alone with Betha whom he wanted to keep for himself for the rest of the night. When the siblings left and closed the door, Apollo became more aware and sensitive to Betha's presence in the room. He didn't know what to say or do; he felt like he just wanted to stare at her until the break of dawn. 

As minutes passed, the tension was growing strong. "Apollo." Betha broke the silence, but it didn't break the tension between them. 

He blinked. He hasn't blinked for some time. "Yes?"

"Come here." 

Apollo's eyes grew wide, his heartbeat accelerated, his palms got sweaty, and he had butterflies in his stomach. "Okay." He said in a trembling voice.

Betha moved to the bed's headboard and rested her back. She gestured for him to lay beside him by tapping her hands on the mattress. When she quickly wet her dry lips with her tongue as Apollo approached, his heart rate did a summersault. At the back of his mind, he was saying, "Oh my God."

She didn't say anything when he settled beside Betha, so they were both just awkwardly silent as they rested their backs on the headboard. She slowly slid her body to lie down and he did the same. Apollo couldn't say anything because he didn't want to ruin the moment. He just wanted to be with her. It killed him a bit not to be able to touch her when that was all that he was thinking, but he knew he had to be stronger by controlling his human nature. The next thing he knew, Betha squeezed herself in his arms and embraced him. Apollo's breathing grew rapid, but he didn't want that kind of tension to disturb Betha who seemed to be fast asleep in his arms. It might've taken an hour for his heartbeat and pulse to return to its normal rate. Then finally, he fell asleep.

Apollo’s ordinary life changes when a new neighbor moves right across his home. He's instantly mesmerized by her looks, unaware that she turns into an old hag with silver hair whenever someone within 5km is about to die. What happens when he finds out her true identity?

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