The story centers around a boy who has died and been transported to another world. He has a new name and that is Zen Shade, a half- black, half- Japanese kid. Join shade on his mission to serve and project those that he loves.

The author had an idea when he ate delicious Italian pasta. But the pasta came from Arabistan? Although others say that the Arabs borrowed the idea from China along the Silk Road. One way or another, it would be great if Dara could use pasta as a subject for trade! But in the modern world, hundreds of pasta variants of different shapes, contents, taste and color have already been created and are known. Few can surprise them ?!

But if ... if ..yu Daru move to another place and time?

Place for example, parallel fun! After all, astronomers say that there are 22,000 worlds in the world! But it sounds too fantastic, the genre is a fiction of history ... and not science fiction. Although consciousness could temporarily go to Nirvana ... or begin to travel through the universes ... but this is already from Chinese philosophy and Integral Yoga ... Little scientific. In addition, Dara is not fond of science fiction.

Therefore, as one of our design engineers says, it's better to bomb (that is, work) on your subject. So there must be a story ?! So this world, place Earth, but what time to choose? Paleolithic? This is 48,000 years ago. Then, for sure, there was no wheat ... and probably rice ... Then maybe in the Bronze Age? 3000 years ago? The era of the Late Holocene ... it's cold, the glacier has not yet been ravaged ... Although, wait a minute, the very last glaciation of the Earth itself was the Würezke, and this is 35,000 years ago ?! Or maybe Dara would end up in Sogd or Bactria. The language is more or less like Farsi ?! And it looks like the language of Small-An, Esperanto of the Silk Road, a mixture of Arabic, Monogol, Persian, Chinese, Turkic ...

For example, in the 6-7th century? Or immediately during the battle of the Arabs and the Chinese, who had the main Korean commander? The famous Talas battle ?!

It seems best to send Dara, in the era of antiquity, the first settlement of a modern, straight-walking person, that is, the time began to develop mountain valleys, floodplains, terraces, and foothill valleys. Sowing them with walnut trees and bushes. The beginning of a grandiose project on irrigation of the steppe ... the creation of irrigation canals. Visit of the Chinese monks ... the first century AD and as 5 centuries of the functioning of the Silk Road ...

But here I, as an author, already understand that there are so many different versions of such events - rebirth, getting into another world, a parallel world, into the past or the future ... that is, it turns out, again the plot can become a cliché or cliché. That is not original. On the other hand, in the 21st century it is naive to think that after the masters of the genre of writing short stories, geniuses and just masters who have gotten their hands on the writing of works of art, a new genre can be created.

One way or another, I will not endow the main character with super powers, only those that were in the novel "Magic Coin Jiang." It can be with a part of truncated functions.

Or maybe he'll send Dar to the 7th century ... a couple of years before Li-Ban's trip or while sending Li-Ban to the desert ... but then, it will be difficult for the Chinese, who know a lot about cooking noodles, to surprise them and make your business successful.

Therefore, it may be worth sending Dar nevertheless to the "Light" mountains. To not be too fantastic, his knowledge of a foreign language for him. And where will Dara find the money for her business? In those places that the Historian told him about? Will he be able to make a metal detector himself? Or, nevertheless, let the plot be borrowed from Japanese authors with their purchase of equipment on the Internet site or just a selection of goods in a shopping center? Or is it easier to equip Dar with the ability of his eyes and glasses to temporarily work in the ground scanning mode to detect gold coins and silver, copper, bronze, and precious stones. Like a superhero, Maytimaus?

I should think. In total, I plan to write 5 or 10 chapters on this volume. How Dara applies her knowledge from the modern world to become a merchant, open her own trading business, open her own farm store or become a speculator - a reseller. There are many options.

Tomorrow I will write the first chapter.

And along the way, you will have to work on the remaining chapters, Gifts, somewhat abandoned due to the arch with treasure hunters, but I will return to it later. Since there is still new information on this topic.

Thank you, my laconic readers, thank you for reading, this gives an incentive to write further! With respect and appreciation.

COMPLETED

The Silk Road ... it is inevitable the emergence of wells, caravanserais, guard fortresses, postal stations, local bazaars, regional bazaars, the emergence of new jobs:
- robbers (there were whole settlements)
- caravan guards
- changed
- merchants

Just about them and will be discussed.


About their life, tricks.

Alas, English is still the same ... there are mistakes, I am sure of it.

I hope over time I will be able to fix them.

I just wanted to share information about such an interesting topic as the history of the development of the Silk Road.

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And also a series of stories about treasures, treasure hunters.

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This is a work of art. Any resemblance to real people or real events is purely coincidental.

Interesting dynamics. Plus one subscription, minus three. Plus four, minus two.

Probably, the reader expects a magic farmer ... and here ... a documentary series ... about politics, after the cold war ... detailed agriculture (although in truth it is not so detailed, 30 percent and 70 percent were left behind the narrative) . But even 30 percent of reality can lead to a loss of interest. And how much reality is needed?

Not more than 5 percent!

The novel should be more lively, the dialogue more colorful, less details ... more emotion and humor.

Then what attracts readers the most? Probably in the first place - the name. In the second - the genre, in the third - the reviews. Fourth - rating.

A good title is half the battle, since I drew the cover myself, it is not so attractive ... it means that the reader does not go because of it.

The genre is a fiction of reality, apparently assumes that the loser, having borrowed a magical thing, could overcome obstacles and become a cool rich man. Well, I'm not like that. Too unbelievable, even for fiction of reality. Life is a complicated thing, far from such as it is seen from the side. And there are many dark stripes in which clan foundations are hidden, which in fact are a brake on modifying and progress.

The fiction of reality ... in my understanding, these are possibilities, conditions, a certain argument, a tool in solving problems that are difficult to solve in real life.

Is it possible to create a new genre - fiction of a documentary story? Why not? I am sure that this genre will have its own, few readers.

If we talk about the notes about geography, they have their limitations.

The third review is usually the first reviewer writes what he thinks, but the second, third, fourth ... in order not to read the text, he relies on the previous one, mists a little, writes in his own words the thoughts of the previous reviewer. Of course, not everyone does it, but it's easier ... to save time, not to read a lot of letters, especially if their grammar is not very good and there are mistakes. But honor obliges, especially if it is a review - an exchange. Some people write reviews to gain experience, to get a new level.

Someone writes a review to activate ... someone to hone their skills of writing reviews, someone of interest in the work of the author. But there are not so many reviewers. Who agree to read 20-30-40 percent of the novel.

Therefore, it is somewhat doubtful to count on a review, 100 percent, to attract readers so that it is also credible. This is as lucky.

In my case, I was lucky, all the reviewers wrote what they thought and I am grateful for their advice and criticism for improving my novel.

The fourth point is the rating. As in science, with the Hirsch indices, there is always the possibility of artificially winding them. Therefore, to evaluate the work of a scientist only on these metric parameters is extremely not reliable. Ratings, as can be seen from practice, can be either screwed up or lowered. This is a whole business.

Therefore, in order to get more or less an idea of ​​a novelty, you will still have to read it ... and when you read ... then ... presented in the mind, differs from what you expect ... from what you see. In view of this, and subscribers go.

In addition, in the reviews, the authors write that they expect constructive criticism, pointing out mistakes, but in fact not everyone is ready to accept it. Agree with this, correct the mistakes. After all, we are authors, we believe that our work is simply gorgeous. But the evaluation from the side shows weaknesses. The ability to apply cryptics is not given to everyone. At the same time, of course, the criticism must be within the framework of network ethics, without any labeling, rudeness, mockery of the author. We, readers, appreciate the work, the novel and not the author himself.

The bottom line is - if our visions are different from reality, we are looking for something different, new.

And as a general conclusion, to get an idea of ​​the novel, you need to trust only your opinion)))

Thoughts of why and why stories are written.

All the same English, he has not improved in 18 days.

I'll figure something out, try to correct the text.

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This is a work of art. Any resemblance to real people or real events is purely coincidental.

Z-Day, -38 Days – Time: 12.57 P.M.

"S-Sanada-kun... Pleasegooutwithme!"

I deadpanned at the girl before me after she asked me to be her boyfriend. She was closing her eyes tightly, her stereotypical Asian pale skin bright red, signifying her mortification from the bold thing she'd done.

I must say that she had guts and was courageous. I knew that for a conservative culture like Japanese, confessing to someone was a very challenging ordeal. It was harder for eastern people to confess their feeling than the westerner. So, what she did was something brave or stupid. But, I acknowledged it as the former.

Anyway, her name was Misuzu Ichijou, a female student at my year but different class. Last year, we were in the same class. But, we got sorted into a different class in the second grade. She was also listed in the top ten hottest girls in the campus.

To be honest, I wasn't sure why she suddenly asked me out. She and her best friend, Toshimi Niki, were considered as school idols at the same level as Saeko Bushujima, Miku Yuuki, Saya Takagi and Rei Miyamoto. Thus, I spoke out my confusion.

"Ichijou-san, why were you asking me out? I don't think we were that close enough since you know that I'm a loner, right?"

That's right. I was a loner, by choice, and not because I was being alienated. I chose to be a loner. There was difference in choosing to be one or not. If I want I could get friends as many as possible and became a social butterfly. I didn't want to boast emptily or looked like a vain and shallow person, but I was very good looking, more handsome than my past life sadly enough and very fit with noticeable compact muscles from my work out and martial art training.

Oh, who I'm kidding? I liked to be a significant person because other's attention and recognition for my strength and positive traits felt addictively delicious because of human's nature as a social creature that wanted –craved- attention. However, I distanced myself because I knew what would happen in the next several weeks.

Creating bond meant I couldn't be heartless and ruthless enough to leave them to rot with other zombies, becoming something same with the one who killed them. Thus, I decided to put on a metaphorical eggshell around me to stop other's attempt to befriend me after careful consideration.

Putting aside my above-average potential to be a successful social butterfly and my choice as a loner, I always kept my distance from other. Of course, there were some cases when I helped other, but it mostly happened to fill my boredom. However, I'd forget such an occurrence because I didn't deem them as detrimental to my future... Alas, it seems I underestimated the intricacy of the real world where anything under a common sense of mankind could happen.

Perhaps, something happened in the past such as I have helped her but forgetting such an event because I dismissed them as unimportant? I have watched and read enough sappy anime and manga to see such an overused cliché plot to make the authors' choice of female leads fell in love with the protagonist. It was unrealistic and illogical. But, whenever the heart of woman was brought into a discussion, they wouldn't make any sense whatsoever.

So, I waited as Misuzu Ichijou fumbled around in her embarrassment and bashfulness as she tried to get the courage to give me my well-deserved explanation. Accepting her wouldn't be easy matter like a simple 'yes' or 'no' for me because of the responsibility I'd give to myself when I accepted her confession, namely thinking about her survival in the fucked up Zombie Apocalypse. I didn't mind to have more girls in my group. The more girls followed me, the more variant of choices I had when I wanted to satisfy my lust and unwind my stress.

However, I didn't have the confidence to keep many quotas in my group. Kyoko had become a fixed quota in my group and I was still agonizing to find a way to keep her alive when the Z-day came. The bigger my group, the harder it was going to keep them alive until we arrived into a little heaven I'd prepared in the past several years. At least, I could keep 4 people, five the most and six with me included in the small number of the survival group I'd planned.

"I'm not sure if you remember it or not, but last year you helped me out with some school project I was struggling out."

Misuzu Ichijou began with a stutter in the beginning. When she saw my flat look, signifying my bemusement to what she was talking about, she seemed down. At such a pitiful, I couldn't help but feel bad for her.

"Alright, humor me, Ichijou-san."

With a subtle encouragement from me, the mixed Chinese-Japanese breed got the courage she needed. Her body language shifted slightly, showing her determination. Then, she continued.

"That... That happened in the library last year. Like I said, you were helping me for the individual project I was struggling out to finish. At that time, you were patient when helping me. Though other students talked about you being cold and standoffish, I felt that they were wrong about you. You... You actually care about other. Since then, I became curious about you and kept watching you. I... I even investigated about you a bit and I know you lost your parents and lived with your relative, Hayashi-sensei..."

She stopped when she realized she'd basically dug her own grave because of her nervousness. She covered her mouth in horror and stared at me with apprehension and fear. However, she calmed soon when I showed neither disapproval nor disgust toward her…stalkerish behavior.

"Sorry for intruding your privacy, Sanada-kun..." She hastily apologized and bowed her body which I answered with a dismissive wave of my hand and an offhanded comment.

"I don't mind. I'm not offended by what you'd done. At least, it showed you're truly dedicated to your goal. Other might think what you were doing is bad and they might be offended. However, I'm not."

"So... What's your answer...?"

Ichijou-san sent a hopeful gaze towards me; she was very transparent. In a short while, I said nothing as I regarded her, seizing her up and down. She became self-conscious and squirmed beneath my calculating gaze.

Let's recall what happened to her... If I recall correctly, she and Toshimi Niki became ones of the Zombies. She's actually a looker. I guess my answer is clear. It's not like I'm bored with Kyoko. She's sexy and hot MILF and secretary and teacher type, but she'll grow up in several years. So...Fresher leaf around my age, so to speak, is a good thing to bring along.

After my careful consideration, I looked at her seriously and gave my answer.

"Alright, I'm not sure what will happen in the future. What will our relationship become. But, I won't mind to try it out with you..."

Misuzu Ichijou seemed shocked when she heard my acceptance. She became mute and frozen like statue for a short while. Then, a big smile bloomed on her face. Her eyes twinkled in happiness I couldn't even fathom. It seems like being accepted by me was a big deal for her.

Too bad, I never thought her as a proper love interest. No, everyone in this world seemed unreal and only a character in a fiction for me. Therefore, it was easy for me to create a barrier around me and keep them at arms reach.

Even though a few years had passed, it wasn't easy to change my nihilistic view towards this unrealistic world. It was also the reason why I felt small remorse from manipulating other and treated Kyoko as my personal possession instead of a normal person with her own free will and awareness. If this world will go into a zombie's buffet, at least, I won't be denied something I could actually enjoy. That was something I made into my personal motto.

"Thank you, Sanada-kun. Thank you so much. You don't know how happy I'm. By the way, may I call you Shinji-kun from now on? Well, we're dating now. So... But, if you don't want to, I won't mind."

Misuzu Ichijou had many expressions when she talked that lines in one breath, ranging from elation, hopeful, panic and finally resignation. I raised my brows in bemusement at that and nodded my head after some time.

"Thank you. Then I'll call you Shinji-kun from now... Uh, I don't mind if you call me with my given name too, you know. It seems proper after you let me use your own given name. So, please call me Misuzu, or Suzu, from now on."

"Alright, Suzu..." I finally responded to her.

Since that day, we became an official couple and the school's gossip mill spread that information like a wildfire. Of course, there was a certain woman who disliked my new relationship with Misuzu Ichijou. She was no other than my own aunty, Kyoko Hayashi. Go figure…

A story about selfish traverser that trapped in the world Highschool of the Dead

written by Void's Record in fanfiction.net

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the authors imagination or used fictitiously, and any resemblance to an actual person, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

[Messing Up The Caste System]



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All rights reserved.

No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed, or electronic without for permission. Please do not participate in or encourage piracy in any copyrighted materials in violation of authors rights. Read only authorized editions.

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Status: Ongoing
Started: December 26, 2019
Completed: **

Michelle is an upcoming Grade 10 normal commoner, studying in a common college school with her common friends and having fun with her commonly normal life. Just like everyone else would think. 

But in a blink of an eye, her life changed big time. From having a common life to having a really fancy one. What would happen to her when her life changed drastically?

Most likely, in a world where she doesn't even fit.

A collaboration of efforts and imaginations. 

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the authors' imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Life and death slept on the same bed, when one bloomed another perished.

In a realm filled with warlocks, males are the only ones who were bestowed with power whilst women had none. Everything in the Kingdom got engulfed with the grief of the King after his lover.

Now, in search of the new reign, a deceitful assassin who works under the wings of the King has an enigmatic secret.

“Shall I guard the throne for you, Your Majesty?”

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the authors imagination or used fictitiously, and any resemblance to an actual person, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

[Falling Inlove with my Enemy]

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This is a bxb genre book. Meaning, the plot of this story talks about two guys talking about their love. If you are not comfortable or disgusted by this type of genre. You may now exit this book. You have been warned. 
Read at your own risk.

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This book contains a lot of swearing and also includes violence. If you aren't pleased with this types of book. You can leave. Please be reminded that this book is somehow R-13.
You've been warned.
Read at your own risk.

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Status: Ongoing
Started: December 26, 2019
Completed: **

Michael Aljon Cruz was a normal student before he was admitted to Caltex State University with her sister.

Little did he know his life would change big time upon transferring to Caltex State University by meeting up with a guy who's named Eliot Hunter Zackermore.

An enemy he wouldn't think that would be someone special to his life.

•••

*This book contains a lot of swearing and violence.*

Hi human, do you know that beyond your world, there lies another plane that co-exists with it? You don't believe me right? Sigh... Of course you don't, who would believe someone you don't know?


But the more you doesn't believe what I'm saying, the more you should think of it yourself. First, try thinking of why I'm talking to you? Or who are you talking to? But, more importantly, on where am I talking to you from?


Let me answer the third question first, meaning I'm about to explain the basics of my world, I live in the place you can call "WORLD OF FICTION", here, every character you could think of is alive, anyone you imagined. As we were given life by that playful imagination of yours. Yes, you've heard it right, not just the authors of the books you humans were reading. Even, a kid could give a life to someone, in actuality though, most of us — around 60-70%— were given birth by kids of below 12 years of old at average, with the rest being of those from persons you called chuunibyu or from those skilled writers etc.

Others called it the world of fiction, but for us living in here, it is the galaxy beyond the boundary, the world beyond the fourth wall.

Authors' Note

"The Innocent Killer"

I'm JayCeexxvi the Author of this story. I finally presents this 2020, which is first to publish wattpad and also here in webnovel.
This is entitled "The Innocent Killer" 

I started this story on January 25, 2020 and published in wattpad on March 29, 2020 and published here in webnovel on May 8, 2020.

Before i created this story, i conduct some research, surveys; and also ask for advices from my friends, mentors and Authors. I am a beginner writer but since then it was my biggest dream to complete story here in wattpad, but this time hoping that it will be accomplished and succeed. When i was a child, way back then when i was 12, i start writing poetry and short stories. When i was 15 years of age, i start reading stories here in wattpad. I also tried writing stories but my interest fades, thinking that maybe i'm not into writing.
This 2020, i start writing one shot stories and poetry in my Facebook account. Comments and feedbacks encouraged me to start writing story in wattpad.
I dedicate this story to the persons out there experienced abuse and violence.

I apologize for the typographical, grammatical and mechanical errors in this story.

NOTE: If there's any resemblance towards names, places, business, events, and incidents is purely coincidence, it's either product of authors imagination in form of fictious manner; Any similarity regarding Names of actual person, living or dead is quite resembling by chance and not referring anyone.
NOTE: Any copyprint and reproduction in any part of this story without any form of explicit permission and authorization of the rightful owner may accuse or subject to imitation and imposes liability 
underneath the legal purpose and jurisdiction of the law.
PLAGIARISM is CRIME!

CAUTION:
Restricted Inappropriate scenarios may occur in this story.
This story isn't suit for sensitive person; this may have harassment, sexual, and other inappropriate things that readers may might not like.
Maybe this is not a cup of your coffee, you can freely leave this page. Thanks

It is my honor to accept your positive and negative thoughts and comments in this story. If you have feedbacks, suggestions and recommendation you can freely comment or also directly message me in my Wattpad account, Facebook account or even here in webnovel.

May this story inspires and also delivers moral lessons and learnings in life. I may not be perfect but i can be a good author to you as well as you're good to me. I will do my all of my best until this story ends.
May you continuous support this story until this story end.
May you also accompany me in this journey as i begin writing.

Let me show you the work of fiction
Explore the world of my imagination
Make me visualize the composition of my creation.

Thank You!
^_^

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THE INNOCENT KILLER
by: JayCeexxvi

"Paano mo nasabing inosente sya kung napatunayang nakapatay sya?"
"Wala akong ginawang masama! Hindi ko magagawa ang ibinibintang nyo!"

"Minsan, ang isang makasalanan ay biktima din ng karahasan"
"There are secrets behind lies"
"Not all you see is reality"

Paano kung magising ka isang araw at hindi mo na kilala ang sarili mo?
Paano mo iintindihin at paniniwalaan ang mga bagay na mahirap ipaliwanag?
Kakayanin mo ba?
Paano kung paulit-ulit mong nararanasan ang kalupitan at pagdurusa?
Paano ka makakaligtas kung naisip mo'ng sumuko sa kawalan ng pagasa?
Malalampasan mo kaya?

This story reflects violence against woman and children.

This 2020 i finally present my first creation,
"The Innocent Killer"

Enjoy Reading!
-JayCeexxvi

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