two Japanese girls find a portal that leads to a kaos dimension,then they go psycho when NEXT to it and try to kill each other. with the Mysterious reappearance of Allice's mother. the prophecy foretold a war that bring peace and prosperity. this world is set in were if Japanese invaded North America.


Zhang Zian quickly went downstairs and planned to visit Sun Xiaomeng's clinic to see what she was doing. He also wanted to refresh himself by taking a walk outside, now that his brain had been filled with endless English letters.
Passing the checkout counter, he casually said, "I'm going out. I'll be back in a minute."
When he spoke, he didn't look at Lu Yiyun because she was always immersed in painting when there weren't any customers in the store.
As he walked past the checkout counter, he suddenly felt a strange look come from behind him, and he stopped walking to look back at Lu Yiyun.
She was staring at his butt.
"Is there a stain on my trousers?" Zhang Zian patted his behind, wondering if the chair he had sat on up on the second floor was dirty and had stained his pants.
"No, no! Nothing! Nothing!" Panicked, Lu Yiyun came back to senses and hid her head into her digital drawing board, pretending to draw.
Zhang Zian thought her expression was off, but he couldn't tell why. Having no time to think about this issue, he rushed out the door.
After he left, Lu Yiyun patted her chest and felt relieved. 
"He almost found out," she muttered to herself, now that she was alone in the store.
"Quack! What did he find out?"
A voice suddenly sounded from above her head.
"Ah!" She screamed and looked up. It turned out that the talking grey parrot had landed on the shelf above her head and was staring at her painting on the computer screen.
On the screen, she had drawn a handsome young man. The style of the young man was like the common heartthrob from Japanese manga, but the outline of his face resembled Zhang Zian's to some extent. 
The young man in the painting was handsome indeed, but for some reason, he seemed to look a little gay.
"No... nothing..." Lu Yiyun couldn't help but want to conceal her intentions, even if the one who asked her a question was just a bird.
"Quack! What a handsome guy. Yiyun, is he your dream lover?" Richard flew to the desk, looking closer at the character sketch on the screen. 
"No, he's the protagonist of my comic," she replied.
"The protagonist of a comic..." Richard squinted and opened its beak, revealing a narrow arc. "What's his name?"
"Well, I haven't thought about that yet."
Lu Yiyun was so bad at naming her characters. Every time she needed to name a character in her comic book, she would have to search for names desperately on the internet.
"Quack! In that case, I think I can tell you a good name." Richard's smile carried a dangerous implication. "Would you like to hear it?"
She nodded. "What's the name?"
Richard solemnly said, "Nowadays, everything is in line with international standards, especially comics. Because comics are image-based and only have a small number of words, they're easier to understand for people of different languages."
Lu Yiyun gaped in surprise. She thought that this gray parrot was intelligent and its words were making a lot sense, so she listened to it more attentively. This was indeed the case with comics. By simply translating the dialogue between characters, a Japanese manga could be easily understood by Chinese, American, and German readers, and vice versa.
Seeing her falling into its trap, Richard continued. "Now, there are many people who come to China to study and travel. For instance, the exchange student Masanori Suzuhara who was here a few days ago. If you want to make your comic's audience bigger, you should give a Chinese-Western name to the protagonist, so that the readers abroad can better immerse themselves in the story." 
Lu Yiyun nodded vigorously. "What would be a better name then?"
Richard was about to reveal its real intentions. It excitedly fluttered its wings and cried, "Quack! How about Billy Zhang?" (Translator's note: Billy Herrington is an American pornographic film actor.)
Billy Zhang?
Lu Yiyun thought that this name sounded a bit familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had heard it from.
"Oh? How do you know his last name is Zhang?"
She suddenly realized that she'd never told Richard that she planned on using the last name Zhang for the protagonist. How did Richard figure it out?
"Quack! Don't mind the minor details!" Richard carefully observed the styling of the young man, shook its head, and changed the subject. "This styling isn't going to work."
"Why? What's wrong with it?" Lu Yiyun felt a little upset from Richard rejecting her design.
Richard raised one wing and pointed at the screen, "You've done a good job with painting, but this style is too Japanese and slender, which is really common on the internet, but isn't easily recognizable."
Lu Yiyun stared thoughtfully at the screen and re-examined her sketch objectively. Indeed, as the grey parrot said, the protagonist's styling was handsome, and had been painstakingly designed by her. However, this Japanese girly styling was extremely rampant on the internet, and her design was simply more elegant than others, but it had no distinctive features to make it recognizable. 
"Then, what styling would be better?" she humbly asked for advice.
Her mind was immersed in the comic world and she'd forgotten that she was talking to a parrot. Since she often talked to her cat Jasmine at home, Zhang Zian often talked with the cats, dogs, and parrots in the pet shop, and Little Celery often talked with the hamster and lop-eared rabbit, she didn't feel like talking to animals was unusual. 
Richard rolled its black eyes and said slyly, "Why not paint him as a muscular guy? A muscular guy with a good-looking face? What do you think?"
Lu Yiyun immeditaely became inspired!
Right! Another identity of Zhang Zian's was a prestigious Master of Wing Chun Kung Fu. She heard that he practiced boxing almost every day. Under his ordinary clothes, he definitely had huge hidden muscles!
With the protagonist's beautiful face and over-developed muscles, he could rip his shirt apart from time to time. The contradiction in his looks and personality would easily leave a lasting impression on the readers!
As for why the protagonist would have to tear up his clothes in a pet shop, Lu Yiyun figured that she could worry about it later.
Her thoughts were occupied with images of an attractive and muscular guy ripping up his clothes and she'd forgotten to focus on why the gray parrot had come up with this idea in the first place.
"It seems very reasonable," she said nodding. "Thank you."
Even though this meant that she had to recreate the protagonist, she felt like it was worth it.
"Quack! You're welcome. If you have any issues, feel free to ask me for help." Having successfully gotten revenge on Zhang Zian, Richard happily fluttered its wings and flew away. "Well, I'll leave you to it."
It landed on the shelf above the doorway. "Just concentrate on drawing and don't worry about anything else. If that idiot Zhang Zian returns, I'll let you know."
"Uh-huh."
Lu Yiyun gratefully picked up her pencil and started working on the protagonist's design. Without her realizing, the decision between no couples or boy love for her comic had also faded from her mind.


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

It's been two weeks since Frey started training under Shin on how not to die. So far, he had taught Frey little about anything aside Japanese Sword Art. 

Everyday, Shin would wake him up before the sun even rose. After a quick breakfast of Corberries--black, apple-sized fruits that tasted like bitter seaweed, Shin would make him spend his morning doing five-hundred basic swings with a real Japanese sword, which was something Shin requested from an old smith friend.

Frey thought that five-hundred repetitive swings a day was a walk in the park, but that turned out to be nothing but a foolish assumption. The katana wasn't exactly light, despite having a thin blade and an overall sleek design, and five-hundred was a really big number. The first three days were hell for his biceps, but after two weeks of basic swings, he'd gotten comfortable with the weight of the sword, and could already swing it fast enough to actually hit something. Still not fast enough to land a hit on Shin, though.

After the practice swings in the morning came deflecting techniques. Shin happened to tell him during one of their training sessions that Shin's family owned a dojo on Earth which pretty much explained Shin's skill in both the sword and the art of using it. 

Frey learned a lot from him, like the fact that practitioners of the Japanese sword don't use shield. They fend off attacks with their sword, but not quite in the same way the shield does. Instead of pushing against the enemy's attack with equal strength, a practitioner must learn to deflect blows by letting them slide across the blade and shift the weight of the blow away from the practitioner using minimal force. Clashing swords with the enemy by using brute strength will chip the blade of the katana, and that was one lesson Frey hoped to never learn the hard way. Shin loved his swords, after all, took pains to clean it every night with cloth. Who knew what he would do to Frey if he so much as dented one. 

In the afternoon came the attacking techniques. Again the training was done solely by using a katana. For some reason, Frey got the feeling Shin didn't want him to rely on his arm-blade, and although he asked Shin why, the man dodged the question. It may simply be that Shin only knew how to use katana. Whatever the case was, Frey never bothered to ask him again. It didn't matter much, after all, he can just swing his arm-blade anytime, no training needed.

The attack techniques of the Japanese sword relied on swift attacks and the sheer sharpness of the blade, to deliver deadly blows with just the right amount of power. The katana's curved blade was ergonomically-designed to reduce the air resistance met by the blade during a swing, or so Shin said, allowing for faster attacks for less effort.

Shin taught him moves and styles that had long, weird Japanese names that translate to animals like cranes and snakes and dragons, and plants like grass and cherry blossoms. Frey aced the moves, for the most part, but the names were impossible to retain.

After the sun had set and Frey had learned the particular technique Shin taught him for the day, Shin would pack up the physical training and they would set a little campfire just outside the cottage and eat dinner. Dinner would always be an animal Shin hunted from the nearby forest, or fish he'd caught from the nearby pond, skewered with a stick and roasted above the campfire.

Today Shin caught fish that had the mouth of a squid. While they both waited for their food to cook as they held it over the fire, Frey saw this as a perfect chance to ask what had been bothering him for the past few days.

He made sure Shin heard him clear his throat. "Hey Shin."

"What?" Shin answered. Both of them sat on two logs facing the fire. 

"I know you're teaching me how to fight, but I just have to ask. Why the katana?

"I mean, before we started with training, I thought you'd teach me a little bit of everything, like hand-to-hand combat, how to use my Player Weapon, kinds of monsters I should avoid, basically stuff about this world and the game I'm better off knowing."

Silence hung between them, only disturbed by the crackle of wood burning under the heat of fire. Finally, Shin burst into laughter as if Frey had cracked a joke.

"So that's how you feel, eh?" Shin wiped the corner of his eyes with his finger.

"Yeah and I didn't remember joking." Frey narrowed his green eyes at the man, like he was looking at an idiot.

"Sorry, sorry. Tell me, how do you think I've survived the game this long?" Shin's sapphire gaze pressed him for answer.

"You're pretty strong. You've been training all your life in your family's dojo, right?"

"Wrong, but that's a part." he turned his fish by the stick for the other side to get cooked. "In my opinion, I only managed to stay alive this long because I had discipline. And, to tell you the truth, I'm not teaching you the sword as much as I'm teaching you discipline."

"Huh?"

"There's a reason for everything I'm teaching you. Those swings you do every morning? You may see it as just physical training, but more than that, you learn patience. Learning how to deflect an attack is not just learning how to not get hurt: It's learning that raw strength is no match for true skill, that raw strength alone gets you nowhere.

"Last, the strokes of the blade teach you that there must be reason within your every attack. Each technique exists for different purposes. You can't just flail your sword around mindlessly, hoping you'd eventually hit your enemy. No. Whether it's to incapacitate, hurt, or kill, your attack must have a purpose, just like every living thing has the reason for existing.
"Those three lessons are anchored to discipline. If you're not disciplined enough to keep on training, forget winning the game."

Frey fell silent at Shin's profound reasoning. Clearly, he hadn't thought of his training as something so philosophical, so... meaningful. He only thought of it as learning how to swing a sword but in many fancy ways.

He pondered about Shin's words the whole time he was eating, thinking how he'd taken his training for granted. He was too deep in thought, that he didn't notice Shin going back inside the cottage. Frey only noticed he was ever gone when Shin returned to the campfire, a familiar object in hand. Shin sat beside him and held Frey's booklet.

"This," Shin said. "Do you know what this is?"

"My book?" Frey tilted his head.

"No. This is you, as a Player." Shin's eyes betrayed no softness. Cold as a glacier, the blue of his irises were. "You asked me to teach you the game, didn't you? Well, you got it."

Frey nodded. It was high time he learned how to play.

"Again. This thing, stop thinking it's your book. It's you. It's Frey Alcott in this world. This book will contain anything and everything about you, as a Player. All your weaknesses and strengths. Information about your weapon, your magic, your name, your Player number, along with a list of Players who have been eliminated. This is a tool to track your progress and the progress of the game, but most importantly, to see yourself. And believe me, it's useful, but only for as long as you have it. 

Lose it, and you're dead. At best, you've lost your only way to know changes within you. You also lose track of how many of your enemies are still kicking. Worse, a Broker gets ahold of it, assholes who'd sell your book to other Players. By the way, Brokers are also tools you can use to your advantage. After all, there are no rules to this game, you can play it however dirty you want."

"Right." Frey rolled his eyes.

"Your worst case scenario is if another Player gets your book. You're in deep shit, no question."

Kinda figured that out, Frey thought.

"However, there's a certain way to avoid that."

"Which is?"

Shin hung the booklet over the fire. "Burning it."

Frey understood quickly what Shin was suggesting.

"Now the choice is yours kid. Keep it and run the risk of it getting stolen or burn it now and be done with it."

"No." Frey shook his head.

"Why not?"

"I'm not stupid enough to get robbed."

"Correct answer." Shin put it away from the flames and handed it to Frey.

"No really, that was a trick question, wasn't it?" Frey took the booklet from Shin.

There was actually no upside to burning the book, unless he was careless enough to accidentally lose it. Otherwise, he'd have to be dead before someone else got ahold of his booklet, which will render the booklet useless. Besides, when two Players meet, chances are they will try to kill each other, not get their enemy's book. The game was to kill, after all, not build a collection. Shin was testing his confidence and how serious he was about playing this game. Well, if Shin only knew how far he'll go just to win.

Shin slammed his back and grinned. "I like you, kid. If and when you find my daughter back on Earth, you'll have my full permission to marry her."

"I have a girlfriend. Her name's Elise." Somehow, the warmth of the campfire stopped reaching Frey. Everything suddenly got cold, the freezing night wind seeming more real than before.

"Oh no... Now you have zero motivation to find my daughter. That's so sad."

"I will still find her, your daughter." Frey looked straight into Shin's cold blue eyes. "That's our deal, after all."

In an unfamiliar world full of monsters, demons, deities and secrets buried for the better, a game is being played. 160 "Players", each one a soul of someone who died on Earth, will kill each other for a second chance at life. 

They all deserve to win. They all deserve to live again. But only one will win and Frey Alcott, the 47th Player, does not plan on staying dead for long.

Available on RoyalRoad, Honeyfeed and Rebirth Online.

Wu Ji and his team went to Japan for an Asian MMA training camp. In addition to the training, there's a few friendship games and regular competitions, too.
The fighting conditions in Japan were considered very good in Asia, featuring both an excellent social foundation and atmosphere, as well as plenty of competition experience. Kyoto, especially, is the best site for large fight competitions in Asia outside of Macau.
When Wu Tong realized Wu Ji was going to Japan — and after finding out about events at the Singapore airport — she instantly called Meng Fan. It sounded like Meng Fan was staying a few days in Japan, so she instantly thought of having Meng Fan find Wu Ji.
She was still worried for Meng Fan!
While she was proud of Meng Fan, she was still concerned. She was afraid there was an organization behind the hijacking; if they found out Meng Fan's identity, they'd do him harm. Yet Meng Fan was so relaxed he still wanted to be out in Japan, which wouldn't be as safe as China. 
She heard previously that Meng Fan was going to Japan after Singapore — something to do with manga — now that Meng Fan told her the same thing, she didn't want to force him to come back to China. However, she still ordered Meng Fan to stay at the hotel and not go anywhere before Wu Ji's arrival.
After some more conversation, Wu Tong could hear Meng Fan was checking into the hotel, so she hung up.
The lobby for the Aman Kyoto Hotel was on the 33rd floor. The tallest part of the lobby was almost 30 meters high, crossing six levels, and proved to be a stunning sight when you looked up.
The interior of the hotel lobby featured a distinctive style similar to Japanese lanterns, presenting a different effect with the light and shadows, depending on the time of day. It was very unique.
The huge lobby offered check-in services as well as meals and drinks. One could enjoy an afternoon tea, all meals, plus drinks and coffee and more. In the afternoons and evenings, female artists in kimonos would play piano and provide art performances.
To Meng Fan, the most striking thing about the lobby, other than the grandiose size, was its symmetry.
When he was checking in, the employee offered him a welcome drink and hot towel. Then, he was led upstairs.
His second eldest sister, Meng Cailian, reserved a luxury suite of almost 80 sqm for him. Divided into a bedroom, lounge, office, and bathroom, the room was large and comfortable.
Since Meng Fan was Chinese, the employee taking him upstairs was bilingual in Chinese and Japanese. After she explained the facilities of the room and other services, she left after delivering a welcome letter, snacks, and a room entry card.
The entry card was built into a belt buckle and could be worn on his waist when he went out to prevent losses and make it easy to carry. Of course, this belt buckle was a custom design and made an ordinary belt look quite upscale.
What if you didn't have a belt?
Then you could put the entry card wherever you liked.
After Meng Fan closed the door, the first thing he did was take a shower. It had been more than 24 hours since he last bathed, not to mention the six-hour-plus flight he just had.
"Ahh, this is nice."
Meng Fan walked into the bathroom and turned to the right, which had a toilet next to the double counter. There's plenty of room in the bathroom; other than a shower and a jacuzzi, there's also a sauna.
All of the toiletry products in the bathroom were the Aman Kyoto Hotel brand, with great quality and a full selection.
After a shower, Meng Fan started soaking in the jacuzzi.
Then, he sweated for ten minutes in the sauna. So relaxing!
If Meng Fan wanted, a phone call would bring a massage therapist, male or female. Female therapists would undoubtedly be pretty; however, they were medical therapists, and there's nothing funny with their services.
After a relaxing time in the bathroom, Meng Fan ordered a meal and went toward the TV console in front of the bed.
The TV was hidden inside the console and could be moved up or down.
Behind the TV console was a minibar. After he opened it, he saw all kinds of beverage containers for tea, wine, coffee, and others. There was a fridge full of soft drinks, water, milk, and juice, all of which were free and were refilled daily. If one drank them all and wanted more, it could be refilled for free as well. In fact, if you didn't want the drinks in the minibar, handmade coffee could be delivered to you.
The environment was amazing; the service was comprehensive. After all, this hotel charged more than 100,000 Japanese Yen per day.
This time of year wasn't the peak tourism season, so the hotel charged 120,000 to 130,000 Yen for this kind of room. If it was the peak season, a smaller room would run to more than 10,000 Chinese yuan.
When it came to peak and off-peak tourism seasons in Japan, there was an interesting theory. For all southeast Asian countries including Japan, the peak and off-peak seasons depended largely on whether the Chinese people had holidays.
In a little while, Meng Fan's meal was delivered. It was a two-people dinner as requested. The food looked beautiful, the kind some girls would take photos of before reluctantly eating. The taste wasn't bad.
Meng Fan wasn't in the habit of checking food for poison. He inhaled the food quickly, then he started pacing in the hotel suite.
Even if Wu Tong didn't give the order, Meng Fan didn't plan to go out. He didn't even want to go to a CV meet and greet in the afternoon.
Why?
He was staying in to draw manga!
By now, he had +12 points in comic book Settings and Scriptwriting attributes. The story in his mind had been plotted over and over. He also had an outline and many sources of pictures, so he wanted to focus and draw today. He planned to have an opening chapter before visiting Shueisha Comics and Kodansha Comics — he wanted to submit his manuscript! 
There were also 10 points in attributes he didn't assign yet.
Meng Fan started thinking of how to assign them.
The 10 points weren't too many, but they weren't too few either.
Wait!
Meng Fan remembered something else. He hadn't completed [100 Champion Honor Points] yet. If he got this title, he'd receive +3 points in Drawing skill, Settings, and Scriptwriting as rewards in attributes.
Currently, in his bank card, in addition to the 500,000 yuan from Bai Zhi, he also got paid for the royalties from 8th Station streaming platform last month. In addition, there were the 100,000 dollars in reward from the airport and Japanese airline, which was given to Meng Fan after a conversion to Chinese yuan, so he definitely had more than a million yuan now.
He made money so he could spend it.
Meng Fan was perfectly happy using the one million yuan to get nine properties. Strictly speaking, it was 500,000 yuan; after all, half of what he rewarded him belonged to himself.
He logged onto his account on Penguin Animation and Comics Online, and in a flash, he added 100 million Penguin Bucks into his account!
He was going to use them all on "There's a Spirit Underground" but thought it was too selfish.
He clicked on "Create New Work" in the publishing platform. After careful consideration, he entered the name of his original comic, "Legend of the Mountains and Seas," and uploaded a book cover he drew earlier. Now the book was ready for review.
Meng Fan called his editor, Yixin, asking him to help review and approve the book.


To reward Meng Fan for his bravery before his heroic death, the cosmos rewarded him with a 'system', sending him back in time to three months ago, alive.

Gun-Ho received the original letter from Lymondell Dyeon the following day by mail. It was written in English and clearly had Lymondell Dyeon's president's signature on it. Gun-Ho called for a staff from the general affairs department and had him type what Attorney Young-Jin Kim said on the phone yesterday.
"Make a document in Word and print out ten of them. We will hand it out to the managers and directors during the meeting."
"Yes, sir."
 
The meeting started. GH Mobile's managers and directors were sitting in Gun-Ho's office.
The meeting lasted longer than usual because the monthly loss and profit report came out about.
 
The conference table was situated in Gun-Ho's office. Gun-Ho was sitting in the middle of the table, and the internal auditor who used to work at a bank as a branch manager and managing director was sitting on Gun-Ho's left side. Gun-Ho met the internal auditor for the first time when he was working as a court officer during the Mulpasaneop's court receivership. Director Yoon was sitting next to the internal auditor; he graduated from Seoul National University majoring in Architecture. On the right side of Gun-Ho, the chief officer of the research center was sitting; he had a Ph.D. from Germany. The plant manager who graduated from Inha University, College of Engineering, was sitting next to him. The managers and directors in their 50s or 60s were looking at Gun-Ho's face, who was in his 30s.
"Mr. Internal Auditor, please proceed."
"Okay. I will start with the report on the loss and profit of last month. Our sales revenue increased significantly once we started supplying our new product—AM083 Assembly—to S Group. Our sales revenue for last month was 7.2 billion won. It's still short of our goal that our president had set, which is 10 billion won as monthly sales revenue. I suppose we will soon be able to achieve the goal since we are all working so hard."
"Hmm. What about the cost?"
"The cost of sales also increased a bit. It was caused by our recent moving to our new location. Our usual maintenance expenses stayed the same; however, our profit on sales is 600 million won due to the increase in Public Charge and Tax Profit."
"600 million won… Once we make a payment for our financial loan, we won't be left with much."
"For now, that's true. However, we are still hopeful since our loan payment has decreased. We are expecting to see an increase in our ordinary income by the end of this year."
"Hmm."
 
Gun-Ho was listening to the report with his arms crossed. Once it was done, he placed the letter from Lymondell Dyeon on the table.
"What is this?"
"I applied for doing a joint venture with Lymondell Dyeon. And this is their response to my application. They will send their staff to our company early next month."
Gun-Ho handed out a copy of the letter to each person in the room.
"I will read it for you all."
Once Gun-Ho finished reading the letter, some of them groaned lightly.
"Hmm, a joint venture…"
The GH Mobile's manager and directors nodded their heads.
 
Once the meeting was over, the general affairs manager entered the room.
"Sir, Team Leader Min-Sook Oh from GH Media will be here with our uniform's new design today."
"She is coming here?"
"Yes. She said she would be here by noon. Would you like to meet her?"
"Sure, I will be here all morning, anyway."
"She said she didn't want any payment for the uniform design, so I told her we have to pay her; otherwise we will get scolded by our president."
"Right. Tell her to issue a tax invoice for that."
"I already sent our business registration to her so she could issue a tax invoice to us."
"That's good."
 
When Team Leader Min-Sook Oh arrived at the factory in Jiksan Town, she was astonished. She knew Gun-Ho was a rich man, but she didn't imagine that he would run a company this big. Well, she actually had never seen a factory before that was as enormous as what she was seeing now.
"I've been jealous of the workers working in a big publishing company in the publishing complex in Paju City; however, this company is even way larger than that."
Team Leader Min-Sook Oh was walking around the factory out of curiosity; she had a visitor pass hanging around her neck. When a team leader at the production field saw her wandering around the factory, he yelled at her,
"Who are you? You shouldn't be here. It's not safe. You can get injured here!"
Team Leader Min-Sook Oh was frightened and quickly walked up to the second floor where all the offices were located. She saw workers moving busily in their office in uniforms, and she felt envious of them. She had always been working in a small office, and when she was standing in this large building, she felt like she was in a government building or something.
 
The workers in the office area seemed to be so busy that they didn't even realize Min-Sook was there.
"Hello, I came here to see the general affairs manager."
The workers indicated a desk surrounded by partitions.
When Min-Sook approached the desk, she could see the general affairs manager drawing a chart with his computer.
"Hi."
"Oh, hi. Are you Team Leader Min-Sook Oh from GH Media?"
The general affairs manager easily recognized her.
When Min-Sook took out her design drawing from her bag to show him, the general affairs manager suggested,
"Hold on to it. The president is in his office right now. We will hear your explanation about your design there. The general affairs manager took Min-Sook to the president's office. When they entered Gun-Ho's office, a president from a vendor company was about to leave."
"Sir, we have Team Leader Min-Sook Oh from GH Media here."
"Please send her in."
Min-Sook entered the president's office; it was a 30 something pyung large room. Gun-Ho was sitting at the conference table. He was wearing a white shirt with a tie.
"Oh, Team Leader Min-Sook Oh, please come and have a seat."
Gun-Ho showed her a seat.
To Min-Sook's eyes, Gun-Ho looked powerful. It must be hard to get a job in a company this big, but Gun-Ho owned the company. She couldn't believe Gun-Ho was the same man who she had met in the office close to Gangnam Station.
"Hello, sir."
Min-Sook sat carefully on the chair that Gun-Ho showed. She felt proud that she was working for GH Media, which was a part of GH "group."
Min-Sook started explaining her design drawing to Gun-Ho; her voice was shaking slightly. She had done presentations to many presidents of many companies before; however, Gun-Ho's company was the biggest among them.
Once she finished her explanation about her design, Gun-Ho smiled at her.
"That's good. I like the design. It's fresh and sophisticated. What do you think, Mr. General Affairs Manager?"
"I agree with you, sir. It will make the workers feel energetic and encouraged."
"Let's use this design for our uniform then."
"Yes, sir."
 
"How's the publishing company doing? When do we expect Professor Jien Wang's book to be released?"
"The translation for that book is already completed. Our chief editor—Mr. Jae-Sik Moon—is working on proofreading and editing. Once he is done with editing, I will start the design work."
"I see."
"President Jeong-Sook Shin likes the fact that design and editing work can be done within the company, so we don't have to outsource those works."
"Haha. That's true. How are the Japanese books that were published last time? Are they selling well?"
"Yes. The first editions are sold out already, and they are printing the second edition. The media talked good about those books, and that helped our sales."
"That's nice."
"Well, I'd better get going then."
"We can't just let you go like this, Ms. Oh; you came all the way from Seoul. Mr. General Affairs Manager, why don't we buy her lunch?"
"Yes, sir. I will do that."
The general affairs manager said with a smile.

This is the story of a poor young man whose poverty even shreds apart their family willing to climb his way through society and into the top. A very realistic novel that moves away from fantasy and sci-fi and focuses solely on the issues of society and life.

For the past few days, Evelyn was quite busy in learning to read and write a new language. The language's equivalent to an alphabet is closer to English rather than Japanese. However, the pronunciation and wording of the language are, strangely, more so closer to Japanese than English. With two letters in combination, they would produce a sound and with multiple of those letters put together, it would eventually form words or sentences. Though foreign, Evelyn tried her hardest to try and learn it as quick as possible; though going at the pace that she was at, it may be a good month or two before she would be proficient enough to read without any problems. Dianne, the smart one of the group, had quickly given her a foundation into learning the language and then took off after she had felt Evelyn had caught on. At that point, Dianne felt that Evelyn only needed practice before she could finally read and write.

Evelyn was not alone in learning it though, all three of her creations also sat down with her and tried learning to read and write as well. Alice, which was predictable, fought fussily and refused to try and learn to read and write. In the end, Evelyn had forced her to learn at least the letters and she would learn the rest at a later date. Asahi and Tsukiko had no problem. They were easily making headway into understanding and memorizing the letters and sentence structure. Both of them learned just as fast, if not faster, as Evelyn did.

It was not until the third day since the three had arrived here that they came back to their home. They were able to somehow live out there and come back relatively unharmed; after all, excluding the two snow goblins, the rest of the monsters are relatively harmless. Their appearance still the same except their faces showing that they were haggard.

"Lady Evelyn, would it be alright if I ask you for a favor?"

Dianne, who Evelyn viewed more favorably, asks her a question. Confusion apparent through her expression; Evelyn wonders what they could ask for.

"That is, is there a way that you can help us resolve our transportation issue?"

"Transportation? What do you mean by transportation? Did you walk all the way over from the capital?"

If so, Evelyn thought it is a bit foolish and weird to walk all that way just to come to her dungeon; the distance between her supposed dungeon's location and the capital is no laughing matter.

"No, it is not that but I fear we will not be able to bring everything back," Dianne explains. "With the matter of your request, it is best if we could somehow increase our earnings when we go back."

The matter that Dianne is talking about was Evelyn's thirst for books and scriptures. With more written contents, Evelyn thought for sure that her reading and writing proficiency would increase. The only demerit is that books were costly. With no method to print out books, the people could only resort to handwriting every copy of a book. Likewise, since the technology to mass print is not available, making paper is also an expensive commodity. Even inside the Adventurer's Guild, they would use clay tablets to write requests and hang them onto the quest board for adventurers to receive. The demand for paper exceeds the availability of itself.

Evelyn thought it through and then brought out the system. Going straight into the shop section, she looks up the price of wagons. The affordable ones were in the price ranges of 10DP to 200DP. Different materials, the size, and also design of the wagons are reflected in their prices.

"Though I could provide another wagon, who is going to pull the wagon back?"

"Uh, we were also hoping if you could somehow provide them as well.

Dianne's face blushes and turns slightly red from their shameful request. The embarrassment from asking Evelyn these requests is too much for Dianne alone to bear. Even Leonard and Linda behind her could only awkwardly shift around and scratch their heads at Dianne asking on all of their behests.

"I understand," Evelyn sighs. "I will also provide you with what is needed to pull the wagon."

In the end, Evelyn spent a little over 200DP purchasing what they needed. One wagon and two workhorses. The wagon is of low-key design. Its appearance looks no different from what a normal wagon would look like. However, it is made from a more sturdier species of tree known as Ferric Oakwood. The wood processed from them contained the hardness and resilience of iron but flexibility of normal wood. It's purchasing price is 110DP. The two workhorses were reddish-brown, and the hair on their crests are long and ebony in color. The contour of their head and set of beautiful black eyes made them look quite noble in appearance.

"Are these Ember horses?"

Dianne speaks after seeing the whole spectacle of them appearing out of thin air right in front of them. All three of them could not believe what had just happened just a few moments ago. All of them are bedazzled and also puzzled how they came to be.

"That is correct. They are considered Ember horses."

"Amazing..." Dianne mutters. "We just got some top tier breeds of horses just to pull the wagon."

Dianne becomes even more amazed after Evelyn confirmed her question. Sturdy, hardy and also pretty powerful. Legends had depicted Ember horses being able to run three days and nights at top speed without even needing to rest. Of course, the legends were exaggerating their abilities by a lot. Nonetheless, they were still considered one of the favorite breeds of horses.

"Is that enough?"

"Y, Yes! It is quite enough!" Dianne stumbles out of her reverie. "Thank you for all the trouble Lady Evelyn."

"It is not a problem," Evelyn assures her. "If you have any other needs, tell me and I will see what I can do."

"Thank you!"

The three leads the horses away along with them pulling the wagon. Evelyn watches their figures disappear behind the snowy hills. Evelyn soon reenters her home, continuing learning to read and write.

Having died in his previous life, Evelyn finds himself in another world. He also finds out that he has transitioned from a boy to a girl.

A message and a gift from an unknown sender; he becomes a dungeon lord. Often detached from the realities around him, he readily accepts it.

Creating a dungeon for himself and only himself. Though solitude is what he often seeks, quite the opposite is what happens and what he really needs.

After a walk that lasted a few minutes an incredible building stood there with majestic feeling to it, the design itself was the epitome of perfection and innovation a mixture of Japanese and Chinese ancient culture with a touch of the western style, if I knew the designer I will spare nothing to get him to work for me it is the first time I saw such an artistic sense in a building design, I put a reminder to find more about such artist.
We went inside the building to find a bigger surprise waiting for us, the interior has a calming and mythical like feeling to it, I can see the counter as we move towards it, many customers are already inside yet silence dominated the place, I guess  it has the feeling of a library.
Jordan "excuse me" 
Staff "how may I help you sir?"
Jordan "we would like to know about the facility and what kind of service you provide in this …. Library"
Staff "well here is the royal pavilion complex, it is a library that has a major collection of all kind of books around the world, from novels to scientific books all in the house, also we provide many other services in other forms , we have many halls inside the pavilion such as the tea hall or the dining hall where you can enjoy deferent kinds of tea while reading your book which is selected from fancy brands to a Chinese medicinal herbs tea and of course many other kind of drinks like coffee and cocktails but please remember alcohol is strictly forbidden in this place, moving to the dining hall where you can eat and relax to the privet champers that you book from many choices, we also have the lake and the imperial garden at the back of this building you can start your member ship here from many choices please look at this document here that shows the member ship classification from ordinary to the VIP platinum member ship, I hope that answer your questions sir"
The male staff provided the minimum information about this place, the surprises keep coming, Jordan picked the tea hall and finish dealing with the member ship procedure, the moment I entered the hall a pleasing fragrant teased my nose, we were led by the staff to our place, we were given a tablet to choose a book to read and from it you can choose a drink I saw many types of tea like the staff says and it was hard choice, it was then that I saw an unusual female staff that looked way out of the place yet she blended in perfectly at the same time.
The young lady was wearing a baggy clothes, a coat with a hoodie and a cold mask, she was the only one of the staff that wasn't wearing any uniform and she was walking towards us I left my head to take a look at her face only to find myself lost in the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen, the only visible feature of her face was the eyes that was like the night sky full of stars, it was like a vast new universe for myself to explore, the moment I heard Jordan voice I woke up from my day dreaming to feel shocked, I froze there for a moment and it happened because of a woman, if anyone who knows me heard about this it will shock them to the core.
Jordan "excuse me, there is many types of tea and frankly we don't know what to choose so what is your recommendation, I prefer if it help our nerves to relax a little"
Staff lady "then if you allow me sir I would recommend the (eight treasures tea), it is a Chinese herbal tea, it's great for soothing the nerves and restore the energy"
I sat there frozen like a fool listening to her talking to Jordan, her voice was like a melody to my ears, the way she talked with a low relaxed tone alone relaxed my tensed nerves, suddenly I heard Jordan coughing to wake me up from my trance state, thinking about what happened to me in last few minutes, I couldn't believe that was me who was staring at this young lady a minute ago, I hurriedly retracted my gaze to look somewhere else for the first time in years I felt embarrassment.
Jordan "we will take two of that tea, that all thanks"
Staff lady "enjoy your time, the order will be in a minute"
After the young staff lady went away and I couldn't see her any more Jordan spoke to me with a concerned tone.
Jordan "sir …. Is everything alright?  Is there something wrong with the staff lady from before?"
Adrian "ah no no it was nothing"
 Jordan "sir you should have seen yourself, you were staring at her with an incredible intensity, If I don't know you from young I would have said that you are interested in her but….."
Adrian "don't over think about it, I just thought I saw her somewhere that's it"
Jordan "do you want me to lo…"
Adrian "Jordan it is nothing, I am here to relax, drink some tea, read a book. Now it seems you want me to be stressed out don't you?"
I cut Jordan not allowing him to ask or continue this conversation, I myself don't know what happened to me and I feel embarrassed about it, so I but it at the back of my brain, and I get back to my original plan to relax.
Jordan " hahaha, sorry young master you are right lets enjoy this place, next time I will come with my angle here and enjoy a relaxed afternoon"
Adrian "yea you should and please give Maya a platinum membership, it is a gift from me to thank her for finding this place"
Jordan "she will be happy that kid is already fifteen and she just like books and quietness, I am glad that she isn't like the other crazy teenagers but I am worried that maybe she needs to set herself free once in a while you know"
Adrian "leave her alone she is a smart kid, she knows what to do, when I look at you and her I can't help but ask myself are you her real father, she way too smart to be your daughter"
Jordan "well she is my bride and joy" 
So Jordan says and I feel the happiness in his eyes, something I will never savor at all.
We continued the small talks until the tea arrived, it had a strong smell like a mixture of spice, the moment it went down my throat the warm sensation invaded every part of my body, one moment after the other my tensed body and nerve started to relax, all the bent up stress faded away, it has been a long time since I felt like this coming here indeed was a blissing in disguise.
Jordan "huh! That some fine tea we have here, I might get addicted to it"
Adrian "with that I agree"
Well it was thanks to wired looking young lady, I have to thank her in the future when I come here again.
Without me even realizing it the eyes of the little lady has already sucked my soul, her image was without me knowing imprinted in memory for eternity.

Aria, the girl who works as a librarian coming from a complicated and prestigious background, her past was as dark as moonless night, she suffered betrayal from her closest family, she lacked love while growing up to the point that the same word became a myth for her that only reside in fairy tales, she choose to be alone surrounding herself with walls and secrets, the same 21 years old girl who fought silently for her rights and chose to live in the darkness until the day that she crossed roads with Adrian Ortox  the coldest rich young generation of the Ortox family, what will happen when the coldest man in the city take interest in the mysterious young lady librarian.

The front door of the manor had a normal design. The door was merely a wooden board, but it was wider than a normal door. Feng Bujue walked forward to grab the doorknob. He pushed slightly, and the heavy wooden door fell open.
For a Japanese home, there would be an entryway beyond the front door before leading to the corridor. In other words, the visitors would not catch a glimpse of the living room from the entrance. On the other hand, European style homes would often open to a spacious living room.
This manor, be it from the garden design or architectural structure, had a heavy European feeling, so Feng Bujue believed that the door would open to a sprawling space, but what awaited him was a wall.
The flashlights shone into the room. The door was wide enough for everyone to peer inside the house. about five meters away from the entrance, there was a wall, and adjacent to both of its sides were two corridors that led into darkness. They turned left and right, so the visitors were unable to tell where they led.
The entrance of the manor had a design that resembled the character '回'. There was no design ideal that could explain this strange structure; it was completely illogical.
After Feng Bujue opened the door, he did not step into it. He seemed to be stunned. He stopped facing the wall that faced the door and did not move for a long time.
"What's wrong with you?" Ye Zhi looked at him from the side and noticed that he was frowning in thought.
"I've seen this before," Feng Bujue replied softly with his attention still focused on wall.
Invincible Champion studied the wall that was lit up by the flashlights, and he could make out the drawing of a magic circle.
"Bro… Don't tell me you're a magician in real life," Invincible Champion said.
"You sure have a healthy imagination," Feng Bujue answered casually. "Compared to a 'magician', wouldn't a guess like 'a disciple for some kind of unknown cult' make more sense?"
At this point, his expression shifted, and he smiled. "Oh, I get it now… I just remembered it. I saw this back then!"
Feng Bujue turned to face Invincible Champion. "Do you still remember the scenario where we first met?"
Invincible Champion stopped to think for a few seconds before asking, "You mean the haunted house that was built next to a mountain lake?"
"Indeed," Feng Bujue answered, and he chuckled in a strange tone. "On the floor of that house's attic, there was a magic circle that was drawn there. It looked suspiciously similar to this magic circle before us, and… in that scenario, the source of all the illusions that we saw was that magic circle."
When he finished, before the rest of the group could react, in the narrow corridor, a gray shadow suddenly materialized. At the same time, a banshee's wail drilled into the players' ears. The eerie and scary figure charged at them. It extended its right arm and aimed right at Feng Bujue's neck.
Feng Bujue, who stood at the forefront, did not think it was that scary, but the five behind him were given quite a shock.
The so-called classics were stuffs that would never go out of fashion. This kind of jump scare was a common trope in horror games and movies. It had stood the test of time and would never fail. The plot, the set-up, the timing, the space that was left empty for the audience's imagination to fill, the psychological hints… all these things were to build up the explosion with a concentrated moment.
This kind of jump scare was the easiest way to scare someone. It could be used at any random moment. It could show up without warning, and it would achieve about the same amount of result.
Just like that, other than Feng Bujue, the others fell for the oldest trick in the book. Their Terror Points rose like they were on a roller-coaster. The hearts raced for a minute before slowly returning to normal. Feng Bujue had not experienced a sensation like that for a very long time.
The next second, Feng Bujue used one hand to catch the ghost claw that reached for him. He held it tightly. With the buff from Casey Jones' Mask, his fighting mastery was D, so even though he might not be as good as Flashes of Sword in a swordfight, he was still able to handle an attack like this.
The monster's ghoulish face was inches away from Feng Bujue. Its face was devoid of eyebrows, and the white and black of the eyes were mixed together. This was because the eyes were a pair of ghost eyes that were perfectly circular and glowing. Even though its wrist was captured by the player, it did not show any trace of panic. If anything, it gave an eerie laugh.
At that particular moment, the monster's other arm flashed forward like lighting. The fingers shaped like dried branches aimed right for Feng Bujue's eyes. This attack was impossibly fast, and it looked hard to avoid.
Invincible Champion, who was closest, had already reacted, and he moved to help, but for some reason, he only raised his hand when a shapeless shade of darkness fell over his body. It shackled him in place. He tried to focus, to summon his body to move, but it was to no avail.
The others could not provide much help either. Obviously, they had fallen under the same influence that apprehended Invincible Champion.
There appeared to be enemies who were visible to them and those who hid in the darkened corner of the house. They had been attacked by more than one Specter. If this was a player who did not have the main character's plot armor, they would have witnessed a teammate perish before their eyes.
But at that moment, the players were given a glimpse of how powerful the main character's plot armor was.
Feng Bujue was not supposed to be able to avoid that attack, but for some reason, the attacker missed…
The monster did not seem to be able grasp what had happened. From its perspective, it had aimed correctly at its target, but for a reason beyond its comprehension, it missed.
"So, it works like that…" Feng Bujue looked at the claw that slashed past his cheeks from the corner of his eyes. He felt the cold air lash his skin, but his face was devoid of fear.
The next second, he raised the flashlight calmly and exhausted two percent of his Mana Points to use Death Poker. He mumbled to himself, "Hmm… this creature looks quite powerful. Perhaps I should try four Aces…"
The cards did not fly out of his hands but fanned out in Feng Bujue's hand.
When the monster saw the Death Poker, it knew that things were going to get worse for it. It tried to escape, but Feng Bujue held its arm tightly, and it was unable to do so.
A glint flashed in the dark. Feng Bujue used the cards in his hand to slash at the monster, leaving an arc of light in the air, like he was not armed with cards but small blades. The location where the monster was cut by the Death Poker gaped like it had been slashed by a knife. The wound did not bleed, but a plume of black smoke slithered out from it.
The smoke had the state of air, but it flowed downward like water. It did not rise or disperse…
 


This is a game beyond dimension–the pursuit of truth. 
The unknown seal, the gambit between gods and demons… 
The defiance against data, the retribution of human… 
In a virtual world connected with reality, consciousness dictates us, consciousness chooses us, and consciousness dictates our consciousness. 
Now, throw away you fear. 
Throw away your selfish interest, question, and disbelief… Free your thought. 
Welcome to Thriller Paradise. 
Feng Bujue lost his ability to fear because of an unknown psychological disorder. Through a virtual reality game designed for players to experience fright and despair, he began his search for his lost fear. Could he finally regain his ability to fear? Could he outwit the scenarios presented to him? Could he finally uncover the truth hidden inside Thriller Paradise?  


As the day passing, it's afternoon Nic doing his homework and upload them to the school system. He say at least he catch up with the classes he missed. 

Nic walks to the balcony and take a deep breathe. He sees this Mansion has a good scenery view. Nic look at his old watch it's about time to take lunch. The servants bring the lunch to the room. Nic eats the foods and think whether his brother has food to eat and he sigh. Nic sees Ken photo on his handphone and eat finish his food. Shortly the servants clear the used plates and bowls. Nic tell the servants to wake him up  at dinner time. Nic eyes are tired from the homework on the laptop and gets sleepy. 

Nic fell asleep. After many hours of sleep, Nic hears a car engine sounds. Huh... must be Joe. Nic wake up and walk towards the dining hall. Joe says let's eat dinner. Joe open the dairy, Micky will be the bodyguard cum driver for you and you will be using the red car which suppose to be a present for your brother Ken. Tomorrow morning please wake up early at 6 am I will need to introduce you to Micky and I will need to go off at 6:30 am sharp. 

Any questions? Nic say no. Joe says okay from now on if you need anything you can ask Micky he will help you, if you require important things or finds out your brother Ken whereabouts must inform me immediately. 

Nic says yes I understood. Joe says let's dine. Joe immediately after dinner he goes to his room and work. (life goes on even Zen is away) Nic goes to his room and sleep as he need to wake up early tomorrow morning. 

At 5:45 am Rings rings....  Nic wake up and brush teeth and wear his clothes. At 6 am Nic greets Joe. Joe and Micky stands at the living hall. 

Wow such a handsome tall good looking man is my bodyguard cum driver? Joe calls Nic, this is Micky he will be your bodyguard cum  driver from now on. Micky greets Nic and shake his hand. Nic smile nice to meet you. Micky says my pleasure to serve you and you can call me Micky. Can I call you Nic or you prefer I call you Mister? Nic says you can call me Nic. (Micky calls Joe "Sir" and Micky knows Zen too he calls Zen "Young Master").

With this they eat breakfast together and Joe left at 6:30 am. Nic says to Micky I want to go to my house this is my address. Micky says yes Nic what time are you leaving? Nic says now. Nic inform the servants he will be back at dinner time. 

Micky drive Nic to his house. They reach Nic house and Micky park the car. Nic unlock the door and gate. It's been very long time since I step into my own house. Micky follows Nic, Nic walks up to Ken room and sees nothing changed. He then walk into his own room and he realize something left inside the table drawer a luxury Rolex watch and 5 gold bangles, 5 gold necklaces and 5 earrings he is shock with so much gold in the drawer but didn't express any facial looks. 

Micky sees the golds and say Nic since no one in this house should you take the golds with you for safe keeping? Nic says yes. Micky thought that Nic returns home to pick up his golds. 

Micky advice Nic to buy a safebox for these golds or store them somewhere safe.  Nic ask is there any safebox places instead of buy them. Micky say yes bank. Nic just remember his bank book he dig them and say I need to go bank. 

Micky drive Nic to nearest bank. Nic goes to the counter and update his bank book and shocking to him he sees his bank account have many 00000 zeros, since it's in his own account he won't be stupid to ask the bank. Nic ask is there any safebox available and the banker staff says yes. (Note that Micky didn't see the amount of money in Nic bank book as he was standing aside).

Nic say I want a small safebox. The bank staff opens a safebox account for Nic and sees that he have a bodyguard the bank staff thinks this must be a rich kid. They didn't ask Nic any questions. (The bank staff ask who was the guy standing at the side and Nic say is his bodyguard). 

Nic opens the safebox and he store the Rolex watch, 5 gold bangles, 5 gold necklaces and 5 earrings. Nic ask the bank for a debit card and they issue for him.    

Nic tell Micky he is hungry and tired need to seat. Micky says there is good food here and bring Nic to a Japanese restaurant. Nic tell Micky to order food for himself too. 

After eating Nic paid the bill  using his new debit card. Micky ask Nic how much money is his food? Nic says it's a treat from me, it will be you are my bodyguard now. Micky understands this sentence made by Nic and he says thank you. Micky ask where do you want to go now? 

Nic says I want to go to "Scape" it's a place where rollercoaster, teacup, car pumper and lots of games. (Ken always bring Nic here to play once in awhile when Ken have time during school holidays). 

Nic try to find Ken because he knows Nic loves this place if he suppose to be waiting for him this will be a safe place to look for him. 

Micky look at Nic this makes Micky thinks Nic is still a child after-all. (This was a beginning only later on Micky will think differently). 

Nic walk here and there looking for Ken. Micky wondering maybe he is looking around for something fun to play. After 30 mins walking around Micky look at Nic and Nic just walk towards the Teacup and he sit down. Micky follow him and sit beside him. 

Nic looks sad 😔. Micky thinks maybe there isn't anything fun here that's why Nic looks sad. Micky decided to talk to Nic. Nic can I bring you to a place? Nic look at Micky this cause Micky to say I know actually I am not in position to say this but I see you looks sad and I know a place which you can have some fun.

Nic say play let's go. Micky drive Nic to a place where it's all dark blue and there goes people clapping 👐 hands and the lighting begin to change colours.  (It's not a disco place) It's a place where guys have action gaming and it's a gaming rooms filled with different challenges.

Micky hold Nic hand and drag him to play the games... After sometime they are tired. Nic smiles at Micky this causes Micky to think Nic smiles is so good to look at. Micky smiles back. Nic suddenly say he need to go to watch shop. Nic ask which brand Micky used. Micky reply's it's "Koto" a branded watch. 

Nic says I want to go to "Koto" watch shop. Nic looks at all those beautiful watches and start trying them. Nic ask Micky which design he like? Micky choose a design. Nic ask the shop lady staff to wrapped the watch and the watch on his hand. 

Nic after he step out of the store he give the watch to Micky and say this for you. Micky says this is too expensive for me to accept and it's the first time we meet I can't accept this gift. Nic says to Micky accept this gift as I will need your help to drive me around. Micky says it's my job to drive you around and I am paid for this job. 

Nic says can you drive me around tomorrow I will need to buy some Gold Bars keep this a secret between us not to tell Joe. Micky thinks maybe Nic just want to keep the secret doesn't want Joe to know that he is rich. Micky says okay I will accept this gift as a promised to keep the secret.(Micky doesn't know about Ken)

Nic look at his new watch and say its about time to go back. Let's return to the Mansion. Nic in the car he tell Micky tomorrow morning to go out after breakfast. Micky says okay. 

They reach the Mansion, the servants say Joe will be back in another hour. In coming Music 🎶 Joe message to Nic to have his dinner with Micky. Nic say the dinner can be serve now. The servants say okay. 

Micky pick up some 🍖 meat for Nic, Nic says thank you. While they were eating about to finish Joe return home. 

(To be continue...)

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