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Sei Hamada is a 21 year old Japanese manga artist. One night, he went home late after attempting to finish off his work due to the hectic schedules and deadlines. He stops to rest while waiting for the next bus, but was the bus he rode a normal midnight bus?

Experience his hardships and adventures right here in "The Otherworldly Bus"

Sei Hamada is a 21 year old manga artist. One night, he went home late after attempting to finish off his work due to the hectic schedules and deadlines. He stops to rest while waiting for the next bus, but was the bus he rode a normal midnight bus?

Experience his hardships and adventures right here in "The Otherworldly Bus"

Initially, Meng Fan had plans in the afternoon and evening of the 14th: a meet-and-greet and a CV concert. Since he got 10 points of attributes and the title of [Professional Manga Artist], he decided to crank out some comics and skipped the events.
It was hard to start drawing the first part of volume one, then, he couldn't stop.
The first part for "Legend of the Mountains and Seas" was longer than "Guide to Campus RoMANce" and "There's a Spirit Underground." In addition, all the other parts had at least 20 panels, with an average of 22 to 25 panels, meeting the daily serial criteria for Japanese manga magazines.
Naturally, he wanted to submit his manuscript in Japan, get approved, then get serialized.
It was challenging, but Meng Fan was confident in himself.
He already prepared the outline, details, characters, and scenarios. While the new attributes made Meng Fan start over, he also improved and fixed what he already did. With a draft in place, his drawing speed wouldn't be slow. 
He started on the second part at around midnight. He did 25 panels, with 3-5 pictures per panel, which totaled more than 100 pictures. It took him just three hours to draw all of them, including post-production work.
If people knew how quickly he did all of this, they'd be shocked.
Usually, comic artists who were serialized in Japan needed five days to a week to finish one part, and that's assuming they had assistants doing the post-production and other work.
Meng Fan's Hand Speed at +20 was ten times faster than an average comic artist — not including some who weren't so skilled or who drew by hand. Fast Hand Speed alone wouldn't be able to achieve all of this in three hours. Combined with supernatural Drawing Skills and Imagination, however, it was possible.
There were many advantages to having great Drawing Skills; he barely needed to fix anything, and he was much more expressive. An average artist would need a lot of room to express something, but Meng Fan just needed a few strokes.
Meng Fan's drawing was not fancier. If anything, it was simpler. But, these simple strokes were striking and touched one's soul.
OK, in spite of all this, Meng Fan still overestimated himself. It wasn't possible to draw five parts in one night.
When he finished the second part, it was already 3 a.m. Meng Fan could stay up all night easily, and he was too excited to sleep. He stood up and moved a little, then kept drawing until 6 a.m., finishing the third part.
When the third part was done, he was tired and slept for around two hours. For the fourth part, he agonized over a plot development, spending almost two hours to convince himself and fixing the content. When he was finally done, it was around 1:30 p.m.
Great!
This will do.
Meng Fan ordered food, took a quick shower, then grabbed his manuscript to go downstairs. In the corner of the hotel lobby, he wolfed down some food, then asked the hotel for a car to go to Akihabara.
Akihabara, on the boundaries of the four commercial districts of Kyoto, was once a street of electronic stores. Now, it was a street popular with fans of the AGCN culture (animation, games, comics, and novels).
If the Akihabara of the electronics era was a steely, masculine guy, then the district today can only make you say, 'So pretty, like a cute boy.'
Akihabara was the purpose of Meng Fan's trip. He was a true homebody, so Akihabara, a haven for AGCN culture, was a must-see on his visit to Kyoto. He really was visiting the mecca today, he was meeting Eiichiro Oda!
When Meng Fan got off at Akihabara, he could see elements of the AGCN culture everywhere. There were many people dressed in cosplay such as waitresses in maid costumes in front of coffeeshops.
After he waited a while at the scheduled meeting place, a thirty-something man showed up. The man didn't need to look too hard; Meng Fan was very recognizable. The man knew it was Meng Fan from a distance away as he said to himself, "This guy is really tall and good looking."
"Are you Meng-san?" The man asked. After Meng Fan nodded, he introduced himself. "I'm Hiroji Wada."
His Chinese wasn't very standard, but he could communicate without problems.
This Hiroji Wada was the referrer Meng Caiju found for Meng Fan. The man was the son of a senior person at Toei Animation. In the credits of some well-known Japanese comics-turned-animated films, one could find the name of... his father.
Hiroji Wada worked in licensing rights of Japanese animations in China and collaborations with Chinese animation and games, which was how Meng Caiju could get half an hour of Eiichiro Oda's time with a phone call and have Hiroji Wada pick up Meng Fan personally.
"Meng-san, I'll take you on a tour of Mr. Oda's workshop first. Around three o'clock, he rests for half an hour. Normally, it's excellent if he can see you for ten minutes. I hope you understand."
As Hiroji Wada led Meng Fan toward their destination, he reminded Meng Fan of do's and don'ts, such as no questions about the plot of "One Piece," or any gossipy things not related to comics and more.
The Oda workshop was pretty much Eiichiro Oda's home in Kyoto. He both lived and worked here.
Meng Fan had heard of the habits of the maestro of comics, Eiichiro Oda, such as how he slept between two and five in the morning, and how he worked the rest of the day, working 16-hour days!
Of course, he didn't draw the entire time he worked, there was also plot discussions, looking for elements of scenarios, characters, and more.
A renowned comic artist, even though they have many assistants, still had a huge work volume. Also, Eiichiro Oda was a manga artist who insisted on doing a lot of the post-production work — such as the timeline — himself.
Very soon, they reached the Oda Workshop, a quiet place in a bustling area.
"Hiroji-san."
Hiroji Wada had made an appointment. As soon as they walked in, an assistant in the workshop came over to greet them. These assistants all wanted to be manga artists eventually, so they were very polite and respectful toward Hiroji Wada, someone with a connected dad in the industry, and Meng Fan was treated well by association.
Hiroji Wada had been there before, so he wasn't fascinated by everything like Meng Fan. He found a place to sit while the assistant took Meng Fan around the place.
Inside the workshop, "One Piece" elements could be seen everywhere: private bar, popcorn machine, making the place resemble a playground. There was also a claw machine filled with characters from "One Piece," none of which were available in the stores; Meng Fan was so envious.
After their tour, Meng Fan asked for the restroom and excitedly entered the "Jaws"-themed restroom.
The workroom for Eiichiro Oda and his assistants was not open to the public, so Meng Fan didn't go in there.
Then, Meng Fan met the maestro of comics, Eiichiro Oda.
The maestro looked like his photo. Like many OP fans, Meng Fan was most concerned about the man's health. There were rumors of him having health problems earlier. Now that the man looked well in person, Meng Fan was so happy.
After an emotional introduction, Meng Fan chatted with Eiichiro Oda as a fellow manga artist. He didn't rely on a translator, using just his phone to help. Since his phone was connected to a streaming device, translation was fast and communication was easy.
Initially, Eiichiro Oda thought Meng Fan was just a fan of manga rather than a colleague. The older man was happy to discuss elements of the industry and became surprised by Meng Fan's comprehension of the art form. Drawing Skills, Settings, and Scriptwriting weren't just a number; the information in each category made Meng Fan's comments outstanding. While what he said wasn't groundbreaking, Eiichiro Oda acknowledged the younger man's level of knowledge and was into the discussion. 
Meng Fan also asked some questions from his creative process and drawing experience, which Eiichiro Oda was happy to answer.
After some chatting, Eiichiro Oda then asked if Meng Fan also created comics; he took out the manuscript.
As soon as Eiichiro Oda saw the material, he looked focused and energized.
After another half-hour, Meng Fan said goodbye to Eiichiro Oda and Hiroji Wada at the workshop, leaving for Shueisha. In Meng Fan's hand was a recommendation letter from Eiichiro Oda.


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.

Chapter 1
What the Truck?

Well, I guess you could say I got Izekai'd. I got Izekai'd hard. 
It was a normal day in Tokyo, just going to Uni, and all. I was on my small allowance, and so I decided I would treat myself after a a math and a science test. How troublesome. I had about ¥500 and so I decided to buy myself a chocolate box, and the latest Shueisha Weekly Shonen Jump issue. 
I don't know what it is, but manga, anime, and light novels, have always stuck around me since childhood. My uncle was a mangaka, he created the legendary series Super Legend Hero. My cousin was also a mangaka, but he was just an artist, he didn't write any of the story. His friend wrote the story, and it was called something like Racco 11 Go. I think he went famous or something, but whatever. So manga, anime and light novels were deeply rooted in my family, my other uncle and cousin are animators, and my mom is a light novelist. 

Anyway, I came out of the shop and was deeply into the latest chapter of Boruto, when I was going to cross the road. I was midway in the street, and then I heard the heavy wheels of the truck coming up. I looked to my right, and I saw a massive red truck about to crash into me. The driver pressed the horn, but my body wasn't quick enough. Then it connected.

I was on the floor. I could see blood on my hands, and on my clothes. Some people crowded me, and started shouting loud things like 'Call 110!' 'Call 119!' Eventually I passed out. 'Hey maybe I'm gonna get Izekai'd' I thought. 
Then I woke up. 
I was in a hospital room, but it wasn't modern. It was almost like it was from the Middle Ages. I sat up. I looked around more, and I saw other patients in beds, it seemed like a traditional old Japanese hospital. 
"YES!! I'VE BEEN IZEKAI'D!!" I shouted. 
Then a nurse came and scolded me for disturbing other patients. They thought I was healthy and ready to go, so they gave me an ointment for a 'mysterious burn' on my right arm. A nurse then came and said "Okay, life up your shirt, I'm going to rub this ointment on you." 
I did so, and when she saw my arm, she stumbled backwards. She put her hand to her face and then said "F-f-fire hero!" 
When she said that, other nurses and patients turned around to look at me. 
Then she immediately rubbed the ointment, and gave me clothes to wear. 
I was told to go to the Great King's palace. 
She then told me to go. 
So I just walked out.  Looked like my assumptions were correct. It was an old fantasy world-like setting. There were buildings lined up all the way down the road. People buying food, herbs and other necessities from stands. It smelt like there was a market nearby as well. 
I just walked down the road casually, until I found myself....well....lost.
I saw a family of four walking down the other side of the street. 
I approached them.
"Sorry, but do you know where the king's palace is?" I said. 
Then the dad said "Yes, it's on the other side of town, just go straight from this road, and after 8 streets, turn right and there you'll find the king's palace." 
"Thanks!" I said before walking straight. 
After 10 minutes, I finally found myself at the 8th road, and so I took a right turn. 
Then I saw a massive fortified building. There were fountains nearby it, there were also statues of people who looked like kings and queens. It was decorated with gold, it was mesmerising. 
There were two guards at the gate, and so I went up to them.
"Um, excuse me?" I said. 
Then the guards looked at me. "What do you want civilian?" One of them said. 
"Um, so I kind of woke up in a hospital, and a nurse was going to apply ointment to me, then she looked at my right arm, and it had a symbol, of fire. Then she was like, oh, I need to go to the great kings palace." I said.
The guards then said "Let's see that symbol then." 
So I pulled up my shirt, and then they saw the symbol.
"Ah, you are the long-awaited reincarnation of the fire hero, walk right in sir." One of the guards said. 
So I thought nothing of what they said, as I walked in and then went inside the big building. 
There I saw 5 other 20 year olds my age. 
They were in a line, and in front of them was some old guy with a long white beard, sitting on a massive gold throne. 
With his booming voice, the old guy said "Ah. Fire Hero, you're about 6 minutes late. Eh, at least you came, now what is your name Fire Hero?" 
Suddenly the nerves flooded my veins. My hands began to sweat. "My name is Akinari Eitaro." 
(note: in Japanese, names are reversed. For example Eitaro Akinari in English, is Akinari Eitaro. So the name of the protagonist is actually Eitaro Akinari.) 
Then the old guy spoke again "Eitaro. Are you ready?"

Well, you guessed it, I’m just your everyday otaku and now I’ve been reincarnated as a samurai. Life sucks.

Namikaze Minato was a rising star in politics, though not a politician yet but bound to be neophite after counting of votes get done.

Born in a rich clan who took a role in Meji Restoration and key aspects of Japanese History after, he used his family's resources wisely to help his motherland and fellow Japanese to rise up from their problems in their life and troubles within and outside Land of Rising Sun. The example of that was his clan's sponsorship in rehabilitating hikikomori back to society, serving as key peace diplomat, key speaker and huge donor to his country's past WW2 victims which restored honor and creating friendly relations, and sponsoring of donations to any countries who were struck with calamities and rising them up from economic poverty which made them a fairly to do country today.

Outside politics, he's a family man, happily married to Uzumaki Kushina, his childhood sweetheart and related to the CEO of famous Uzumaki Group. Through her, he learned every thing including kendo when they were young. When he first tried kendo during his youth, he suddenly showed signs of being a natural at it and many, mostly his kouhai and senpai, who he fought, were downed from his natural talent. His father, Namikaze Koujiro saw it. And together with his younger brother, Namikaze Shin, who would become known as Senju-Namikaze Shin in later years, they were trained and taught Senju-Namikaze Clan Kenjutsu Style(Senju-Namikaze Clan Swordsmanship Style, samurai heritage) in which they incorporated to their personal styles. Everything was well until news of his beloved Kushina-chan died giving birth to their son, Namikaze Naruto, reached him.

He cried that night as he was left with his Kushina's only memory, their own son. That was however the start of his grief. His younger brother died in airplane crash five years later, leaving his father raise 4-year old Shiro in ways of their clan in which Minato himself would teach every time his father isn't around.

Two years after his brother's death, he made friends with his new neighbors, the Mochizuki family with a black haired boy same age as Naruto who played with together with 6 year old Shiro and 8 year old Nagato Uzumaki, son of Kushina's older sister. Four of them were close, found practicing kendo and playing together. The not yet politician that time but bound to be one, one year later after official results were out, spend time with his neighbors so much not only for the sake of his getting new friends but for the sake of them. During the conversation, he discovered the husband is a well-known mangaka(manga artist/manga author) while the wife is a picture book artist(1). Well he loved manga, anime, manga and games in his youth(yet his passion is still there) so he asked his friend to teach him the basics which the man accepted with a nod.

One year later, the current time, Namikaze Minato and three of his younger companions, on the way home from shopping groceries, suddenly died in a vehicular accident caused by excess thunderbolt direct hitting the fuel truck(2) which as a result, set it ablaze.

~

Finding himself in an unfamiliar place, Minato looked around the room.

So far, there's some room furniture and a TV set. His companions hid behind him.

'So..this is afterlife huh?' Minato thought with realization until a voice a called out to him.

"Minato Namikaze, was it?" that voice belonging to an old man in old design of kimono, called out.

Minato nodded while he made sure his young companions hid behind him for a while because he was not sure whether to trust this old man or not. He may be forgiving to others for what they had done to him but those who tried to threaten or attempt to harm his family especially his late loved one's legacies for they are, to him, a small remembrance of them.

"Tou-san...who is that old man? He looks strange..Shin-jiji looks more muscular than him" a voice belonging to Naruto said, with his cousins Shiro and Nagato nodding their heads in agreement.

The old man, realizing what his excess lightning from his training had caused, dougeza himself. The younger man before him, through his usage of TV, observed what the man contributed to help the country and people. Many figures loved and respected that man. He saw that man a good character, a promising candidate of a leader, a family man nevertheless. "Please forgive me Minato-san for what I had done. Not only my thunderbolt accidentally killed you, but children too. As a god, I am really sorry. I did not mean to."

"""Eh, he's a god?!"""

"Well.." Minato then saw the children looking at this proclaimed claimed god with sparkling eyes and approached that old man...which he found to be adorable.

"Can you pull a miracle?" An excited and lively from Shiro entered, Minato hadn't heard it a while.

"I can please tak-"

"Can you bring back the dead to life?"

"Yes, I just did now."

"Sugoi."

The children gathered around Minato with Naruto who took the opportunity to speak up. "Tou-san, the old man does not seem to be a meanie. Please accept his forgiveness."

"Very well." Minato couldn't say no for this. Besides the jiji there wasn't a bad person.

"Thank you," the World God said. The children sat beside Minato. The old man pushed his eyeglasses." Now let me introduce myself again, I am The World God. I've created your bodies here to make amends to my faults by granting your wishes and gifts to your desire. Also, I plan to send you"

The World God said this since he saw what kind of person Minato Namikaze was, along with the younger man's clan. So he's sure the man will use it for good intents and guide them. The man is a good teacher and leader. He'll explain the body he created for them too.

'This is like a story of a hero..' Minato thought smiling. "Okay, give me an ability to protect the innocent and the children here."

"Gomen, Minato-san. The bodies I created for you and the children here already have those abilities and traits. If you may, why not element specialization(s)? I can modify your bodies to it."

"Alright, make higher resistance to all existing elements here and in that world you plan to send us."

"Done, what else?"

"As for myself, I would like to be wind, fire and lightning type with speed(swift release) that can you know make myself be here so fast that no one will saw me coming," Minato secretly was a fan of "The Flash". Speed, he like that. He could secure them. During his gamer days, he used speed and devastation(think of it as hit and run build on insane amount of cocaine or a speed cheat) build. So why not take this opportunity without having to suffer from nerfbats? Those devs and whiners were just holding him back but with this opportunity, a life in fantasy world(though he missed his Kushina-chan), no one can restrain him except spells and curses.

"Granted. May I know your name, child?"

"Naruto, jiji-san."

"Naruto-kun, what is your wish?"

"Can you bring back kaa-chan to life?"

"I can, but it'll take some time since she's at the spirit world. May I know what she looks like?"

"..." Naruto looked at his father for help.

"World God-san, I have a picture of her in this device." Minato showed him his smartphone.

"Ah, okay I'll make it usable for your use. Think of it as another gift."

"Arigatou." At this, Minato's phone suddenly lit up and he showed the World God his picture of him and his late wife.

"Well, I can do this." The World shifted his attention to the younger blonde with a smile. "It'll take longer, is that okay with you Naruto-kun?"

"Yes."

"Right..do you desire same gift as your father, Naruto-kun?"

"Hai..only with that speed thing(swift release) and ice element please."

"Granted." Naruto's blonde hair suddenly turned into silver white same as his younger cousin's. Minato was surprised but he understood immediately of side effects.

"What..Shiro-kun was it?" the young Senju-Namikaze boy nodded his head. The World God continued, "May I know what gift do you want?"

"Err..storm." The World God granted him with water, lightning and wind mastery godly levels like his family whereas the storm element will be the main element. The boy's appearance remained the same except his crimson  red  eyes became like electric blue on the pupils with electricity coating his entire body suddenly.

To them, the World God explained what happened. "Divine Mode.. An early awakening as a god... I didn't expect it today..Sorry for being late but your new bodies I created was filled with divine energy, making you a god like me."

They understood what it meant.

"Alright, finally we have,  Nagato-kun, was it?"

Nagato nodded his head.

"What power and gift do you desire?

"I don't know but I would like to be able support my cousins and Uncle Minato all the way. I want to be able to protect my younger cousins and innocent. A power that is destructive yet can be used for protecting."

'A power to protect the younger innocent and his family, huh? A magic eye..'

"How 'bout Rinnegan(Samsara Eye), Nagato-kun? A dangerous ability that can destroy everything into nothingness. An almost one-man army mobile WMD. Knowing your personality and upbringing, you will not be the who will misuse it like those who I gave to before."

Looking at his uncle and younger cousins, the red-haired Uzumaki filled with determination because he felt it's his responsibility to look after his younger brother cousins, gave his answer. "I humbly accept, World God."

The World God smiled. "Okay, close your eyes for I will be giving you the gift."

After he's done, Nagato opened his eyes, revealing Rinnegan to them, it reminded them of ripple.

"To deactivate your magic eyes, just use your willpower."

"This is..I feel like my brain is being cramped with words." "Indeed it was, those are abilities and techniques associated with Rinnegan."

"I see..Arigatou, kami-sama. I will use it for protecting people and not be a meanie."

The World God smiled.

"Good to know. Now due to your gifts, you'll be able to create a permanent weapon that may kill our kind, the deities or gods. That weapon will be bounded to you for eternity."

"I see, how does it work though?" Minato asked.

"It's simple, you need a material then use your divinity on it, which would lead what we call divine artifact."

'That's similar to the games I played,' Minato thought as he understood the concept. The newly minted god asked him a question one more time, to be sure because the World God himself was clumsy." Can we be literate and know the existing languages of the world down there?"

"Yes, I already did that."

"Good to know, if not I might prank you."

"Ohoho no need for that, Minato-san." The World God stroked his beautiful(?) beard. "Alright, time for you to go. And Minato-san, I'll be pouring the knowledge to you so that you can teach the children. If you have questions, call me." He showed a newly created smartphone to them.

"Got it."

A bright light illuminated the whole room, leaving the World God with him thinking, he created new gods out from former humans.

'All for the best, I better fulfill my promise.'

~

A prequel spin-off of "Brunhilde Monarch's Path(Brunhilde Monarch's Rise/ The Sovereign of Brunhild)".

Summary: A story of unification of troubled lands, that'll be unified into a powerful country, Elementalia, led by four individuals who will later be known as the "Elementalia Royal Family".

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Qiu Yue extended her hand and helped pull Rei up. Suddenly the entire dark interrogation room turned into one that was well lit and equipped with two chairs and a table. There were only Kraft, Qiu Yue who did not wear any mask and Rei in the room.
"Please, have a seat." Qiu Yue requested, and Rei listened as he began to notice how beautiful the lady in front of him was. With a formal business scarlet dress, Qiu Yue folded her sleeves and placed the piece of contract right in front of him. (The System had already changed whatever she was saying into Japanese almost immediately.)
"Do you need anything to drink? A towel? My colleague has not been very welcoming to you." Qiu Yue offered as she eyed towards Kraft with disdain. (It wasn't too hard to act that part for Rei to believe her.)
"No, it's fine. I'd rather get this over with and return home." Rei replied as he could feel that something wasn't right with the situation. It was too…drastic of a change.
Being a Mangaka artist, he had sufficient story ideas at the back of his mind, and Rei understood that he was experiencing one of these stories he had used in his manga before. Rei was glad that they seemed to believe him for now, but it felt… too easy, too convenient. (He still was glad that the torture had stopped)
"Fine. Let's talk about your debt and our contract, shall we?" Qiu Yue suggested as she magically took a laptop out of her storage ring and booted it up immediately. With her phone connected to the laptop, it automatically activated a Panda Operating System.
With the Panda Operating System, she was able to access all the apps and programmes she used for creating the Dungeon City Fortress as well as managing her investments in the Goblin World. (Not to mention, the phone worked like a power bank as well, and she never had to worry about charging at all.)
With the contract app activated, she took out a wireless mobile printer from her storage ring too and was all ready to print a brand new contract for Rei to sign. What mattered now were the terms and conditions.
"So? What exactly are you willing to offer us for the interest of your debt? It's no small sum to begin with, and the interest is definitely enough to feed your manga assistants for two years or so." Qiu Yue asked as she was aware of the size of the debt due to Kraft's sneaky mind peeking abilities.
"I …can offer all my knowledge and can prepare blueprints for you. I can even assist in building them, but I need you to ensure that my identity will be covered up. I do not want potential…assassins coming after me." Rei knew how technology could be more than just competition.
Sometimes, mega corporations were of the mind, that if they could not have something, it was better that nobody had it, which was why they would send out corporate assassins to kill inventors or at least impede them in some way or another. The Dark Web was filled with such contracts ranging from grudges to assassinating to look like an accident.
"That's all? You expect us to do all the dirty work according to your designs without paying us any money back?" Kraft slammed the table which scared the crap out of Rei immediately.
"I…I can give you a percentage of the upcoming movie. Depending on the success of the movie that it may even exceed the interest up to this point!" Rei replied in return. "But I'm not willing to give my everything!"
"All my hard work in manga drawing is my pride too! Those blueprints mean nothing to me compared to the work I am doing! To you, however, it should be worth a fortune! If you don't want to build it yourselves then just sell it. I would have done it a long time ago if I didn't have to fear being captured for doing so!"
"Then how about we offer you something better in exchange for everything?" Qiu Yue smirked as she stood up and told Rei to follow her. She unplugged the phone from the laptop and made a short call. "I need a portal to Star Cross Industries." In an instant, a swooshing sound was heard, and a portal appeared right in front of them.
"Get in before I decide to help you!" Kraft threatened and cracked his bones. The next second Rei basically jumped towards the portal.
When he came out of it, all he saw was a Hangar…full of Core Units being refitted, and the Engineering and Mechanical Crew (EMC) of Pandas were working hectically to listen to their pilots' requests.
There were two Core Units who had just returned from a sortie, and Qiu Yue recognised the first as Bu Dong, the Ape Cultivator and was told by the System that the other was Deng Long, the Wombat Cultivator. Each of them came back with the machines more or less busted and the Head Panda of EMC, Man Man, was shouting vulgarities at them.
Rei fell to his knees and saw the entirety of this place in disbelief.
This was no Mecha World, but the feeling was still nostalgic as he turned to Qiu Yue and asked who were they exactly. At the same time, Kraft (in his normal appearance) came out of the portal and smiled widely.
"We are not the Yakuzas but actually the colleagues of the one who saved you from the Yakuzas." Qiu Yue answered as she called out to Man Man asking if there was a Core Unit available for testing. "However, we needed to know that you were the one that we were really looking for."
"Arghh! First those two rascals and now you? Fine, fine! Parking Lot Nine. The joints were recently attached, but the armour plates are not in yet, so it's not fit for a sortie. Don't you dare bring it out or I will ban you from this hangar! Move only the arms and legs. Sit, Squat and stand. That's all!" Man Man said as he knocked the two Pandawans on their helmets before dismissing them.
"Well? What are you waiting for? Want to try out the robot?" Qiu Yue offered Rei who was still trembling at the sight of all the busy hangar in this particular primitive world. He quickly nodded his head and moved towards the Core Unit with awe.
The Panda EMC Crew guided him all the way upwards while Qiu Yue merely jumped from the ground to the cockpit (earning her a bad stare from Man Man). The Gunndam mangaka artist sat on the new smelling leather on the seats and turned on the control consoles.
It wasn't the same feeling as the ones back in Mecha World, but to be able to control a robot again, brought him to his tears. That was when Qiu Yue knew that they had succeeded in getting him on their side.
"You gotta give my foxes some credit, if not for Kiyu working her magic in the background, he might not have opened up to you," Kraft interjected in her thoughts, and Qiu Yue rolled her eyes in dismay.


In a modern world where cultivators need a place to cultivate or vent their boredom, there are private businesses that set up instance dungeons with the aid of technology and cultivation magic to enable cultivators to train and commoners to experience the life of cultivation. They are called dungeon suppliers.

Xie Jin's one and only dream was to be a dungeon supplier and when his only relative passed away, the relative's inheritance gave him a plot of land and surprisingly, a 'System' Module which the relative had previously used. 

With the help of the system, Xie Jin decided to pursue his dream of becoming the number one dungeon supplier.

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- Seryoga, how are you coming with us tomorrow after the exa? Median happens only once in a lifetime! The first median is so accurate! - said Peter, my ... How would you call the closest person to me from our group who is not my friend? Ok, let there be a "comrade."

 

- Sorry, Petya, but I don't want to. There is no desire ... - I answered.

 

"Ugh," spat Petya, "since I got addicted to this my anime completely forgot how to have fun and live ... Fu, be like that."

 

- Kozlov, Sbruev! Well, calmed down, - the human anatomy teacher shouted at us, - we have a consultation here! You will pass the Anatomy exam tomorrow!

 

An old wallet, but it is falling apart in parts! Mentally chuckling, I continued to pretend that I was marking some question in the printed list of questions. So do everyone in my group.

 

Sergey Sbruev. Second-year student of physical education. I was born in a simple town, and grew up a fairly physically developed guy. What happened in the end? I entered one of the million youth sports schools that are located throughout our vast Mother Russia.

 

I look ordinary, brown hair and brown eyes. I am twenty years old and I am tall ... Well, average, one hundred eighty centimeters ...

 

The prevailing direction, that is, the section, I had kickboxing. But in the process, I was like many sports sections, naturally fighting orientations. The result was a hodgepodge of various fighting styles, like a Swiss knife - for all occasions.

 

My life ... It did not contain anything extraordinary, I was an ordinary athlete man, there weren't enough stars from the sky, all sorts of championships and medals were for coaching favorites, who I was a kind of sparring partner, so that they would not lose their form. I grew up in a very ordinary family, mom dad and two brothers. Alyosha is a senior, gnawing granite of physics. Veniamin - the youngest nibbled granite of indifference and squandering of parental dough and nerves.

 

He graduated from all classes, barely having made an emphasis on physical education and biology, and immediately dismissed the armukh, as it is now fashionable, once again he was barely able to enter the university.

 

Student life. Many wrote about this, medians, sessions, signs, a freebie, cruel and not so teachers with their requirements. For me it was also freedom. Yes, freedom, although you can hardly call a hostel the promised land for those who hunger for freedom. Well, more precisely, it seems like that for the first two months, until the roommates fill up the room, and Zinaida Petrovna does not steal every corner with ethyl alcohol, hoping to get cockroaches out ... It's a pity that he doesn't work for her.

 

With great pleasure, I moved from the hostel to a rented apartment, there is such a whole layer of landlords, imprisoned for students. Prices are not the highest, the university is within walking distance. The first course flew by and it was on it that two significant events for my life happened.

 

The first - love burst into my life, and the first, I somehow missed this strange feeling at school, despite the fact that the famous "riot of hormones" doused me. The second - I met with Japanese animation, known as anime, as well as comic books - manga. Naturally, the meeting did not take place immediately.

 

I once encountered a girl at the checkpoint, such people are called "kissed by fire," a real witch. Fiery red hair, I would call them even red, but they were red. Probably ... Still, the color rendition of the hair dye of the guys is messing up. The girl was with "average external data," but it hit me. And I got sick. At first I looked for more meetings with Daria Nikiforova, then conversations and compliments followed. As a result, everything grew together into something more - we began to meet. First sex, youthful and ... quick.

It was Dasha who introduced me to anime and manga, she took part in some kind of competition, created "her" manga (pa, there are such people on the readman a couple of times I saw). Well, I became interested, but what are you drawing, before this great artist hid her hobby from me, fearing that I would not understand her that way. Still, most people have an overwhelming prejudice towards animeshniki.

 

Well, I looked, it all started with Naruto and I was just simply drawn into. It started - "Naruto", "Van Peace", "Bleach" - the standard three of any self-respecting modern animeshnik, then acquaintance with the classics - "Dragon Ball" and so on. I was interested in everything from the shonen genre, yet I am a kickboxer and already in the third series of Naruto I caught myself thinking that I was studying not only the plot, but also the fighting techniques of the characters, namely the hand-to-hand combat.

 

I reviewed a lot of titles with Dasha in the evenings, we even came together. In the first half of my studies, I was actively hanging out with "new friends": I had a lot of fun, I had fun. With Dasha, I settled down, I was already recorded as a missing person. Petya is perhaps the only one who has decided to "save" me and has been trying to drag me here and there for the whole year. I have long scored on all these desperate attempts at salvation. And I didn't score on the sport, I keep fit and learn to manage ... Passable

 

Dasha, she left home at the Faculty of Design, where she studies, exams were earlier, and her mother fell ill, and here she is

Sergey Sbruyev was struck by lightning, he met with God ... And he fell into the world of cruelty and bloodshed, the world of elemental countries and nine monsters.

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Hello Everyone - Please Sorry. The author of the work for not
decided not to put the original or it won’t be interesting

After looking over my high school diploma, I have no worries about my future now! I should probably check out the cultivation technique that the system gave me. And so without further ado here we go!



From the knowledge I've gained from this technique, there are twelve stages. Mortal Body Tempering, Blood Purification, Marrow Cleansing, Qi Field Establishment, Dantian Rush, Qi Explosion, Semi-Mortal Body, True Qi Birth, Dantian Cyclone, Immortal Body, God Qi Establishment, True God Realm. These are the twelve steps toward breaking through to godhood and beginning my life as an immortal true god. Time to begin cultivating!



Hours trickle by as I sit in a lotus position performing complicated hand seals and chants. Before long it's already the next morning when I open my eyes in excitement. I cultivated the first level of Mortal Body! Feeling immense strength rushing through my body, I clench my fist and give a mighty fist pump. I then cheer like a complete fool until I hear my neighbor banging on my wall telling me to shut my chunni ass up. Hah... I'm not chunni I'm a cultivator! Right let's ignore that guy. 



Getting up, I head into my bathroom for a shower and quickly dried off. Damn I look too good! Down boy! No narcissism allowed! After smacking my cheeks I put on my game face. Now to find out where I am. Luckily I found a smartphone belonging to me, so I check my location data. It seems I'm in... Huh?! It says I'm in Tokyo, Japan but wasn't my neighbor speaking English? Wait no, now that I think about it he wasn't. Full of excitement I pull up a Japanese manga app that's full Japanese and attempt to read it. I'm not let down, because I can read it! Not only that, but I know I can write it too somehow! Ha ha ha! No more waiting for slow translations for my favorite light novels or manga, I can read them raw!



After the initial excitement I managed to calm down and looked at my diploma again. Starry High School, Boston Massachusetts, USA. So, I'm American in this life too but I moved to Tokyo after graduation. It seems this is my first week in Japan based on my calendar. Taking that in consideration, I breathe out a slow breath to calm down before getting dressed in a pair of white jeans, a white tshirt with golden letters on it, a white trench coat with a silver dragon drawn on the back and some fingerless white gloves. Slipping on my white combat boots, I take a look at my reflection and give a hearty laugh at my over the top appearance. Taking a combat stance, I stopped in shock as I realized something: I don't have any martial arts techniques! 



See, I can be as strong as hell, but without techniques I'm basically just a useless meathead. And so my first mission in this new life is to get myself into a really good dojo, preferably one with multiple masters teaching different techniques. Pocketing my phone, wallet, and keys I head towards the door. After getting out, I pull out my map app planning to set my location as home, but it already is. This is good. Once that is taken care of, I memorize my apartment number 4 on the 10th floor and take the elevator down to the ground floor. 



A short minute later I'm now standing outside and realize that I'm in the heart of Tokyo. Billboards everywhere, and thousands of people swarming the streets. I've made it to the Holyland! I did it! After having a moment, I cleared my throat and began to set off in a random direction. Along the way I noticed people with vibrant hair and eye colors however, I noticed something a little embarrassing. The average looks are the same in this world as my old world! That means that I massively stand out! In fact high school girls, and women in their 20's and 30's are blushing and excitedly taking my photo. Crap they think I'm an idol; how embarrassing! 




Taking off running down a random alley, I stopped when I suddenly heard a woman's scream. A cliche encounter has appeared! Running up the wall of the two story building next to me, I crouched down and looked at the scene below. 



A group of 7 punks were surrounding a Japanese school girl with a guitar case on her back. With a sigh I dropped from the roof with a loud boom doing the classic super hero landing and cracking the ground a good bit. Surprised, the little punks turn around and look at me in surprise before smirking. "Are are! What do we have here boys? This idiot actually wants to take us on alone? Very well little hero, let's rumble!" 



Charging at me armed with steel pipes and chains, I shook my head as I lightly shifted my body around and glided through all of their attacks unscathed. Remembering a move from an anime, I stomped the ground heavily and used the force to launch myself into the middle of the punks. Performing a move like 8 desolate palms, and 8 trigrams, I rapidly sent out palm blasts before flipping through the air and standing with my back to the girl. Needless to say, they all went flying through the air. It seems that my stats are truly monstrous after all. Suddenly, I was surprised by a ding. 



[Ding! Michael Silverman has obtained 70 hero points for saving Suzuki Miyu of the Dragonfang Dojo. Reach 1000 hero points to attain Little Saint rank, and develop a slight holy and righteous aura. More ranks shall follow.]



The system is still around after all! Yeah! Cheering inside, I turned around to look at this Miyu girl and introduced myself. "Hello my name is Michael Silverman, I'm glad that I picked this random alley to walk through and was able to help you. May I know your name?" The girl looked at me with a light in her eyes and said, "Suzuki Miyu, my friends call me Miyu. Since you've rescued me, please allow me to thank you by taking you to meet my father. He's the Grandmaster of Dragonfang Dojo and would properly reward you for helping me. Please follow me." With a light bow, Miyu began to head out of the alley and I hurried after her. 



After half an hour of walking, we finally arrived at a badass looking and gigantic set of giant doors. I'm getting KTMD feels. There were golden dragon statues at the best gate and boy were they epic. One next to each giant ass door. Miyu hit a buzzer by the the doors and yelled, "Dad I'm home! I've brought a guest with me! Hurry out here now!" I lightly chuckled inside at her way of addressing her father. Before long I heard a loud boom and the doors quickly opened up. Standing inside was a Yakuza final boss. I mean her dad. Wait what?! This guy looks like a final boss character like for real! I actually feel a little pressure from him. No way is he a cultivator too? If so this will be perfect! I have so many questions for this senior!



Looking at me with slightly raised eyebrows and letting out and interested sounding, "Hoh..?" Miyu's dad finally ushered us inside. Following the two of them through a monstrous training field, we finally arrived in an office. They both took a seat and so did I. Miyu explained to her dad how I rescued her, and her desire that I be rewarded. Nodding his head with a big smile he looked me in the eyes and said, "Michael it seems that you're an aspiring martial artist. How would you like to train at my dojo? As thanks for saving my daughter, I'll personally train you free of charge. All you need to do is put in great effort and show up every day. Can you do this? Oh and I'm called Touya by the way. Suzuki Touya."



Clenching my fists in excitement, I bowed my head and said, "Disciple greets master!" before standing up and cupping my fist and bowing again. With a hearty laugh Touya got up and slapped me on the back. Dang that's some strength! With a huge grin on my face, I filled out the paperwork for discipleship and read over it carefully. It's truly free, and he'll really personally train me. Alright! Mission complete, I found a dojo to learn martial arts in! I'm looking forward to my first day of training! Let the training arc commence!

Lucifer Morgenstern is a 28 year old man with a dark and tragic past. Follow him as he finds salvation from an unexpected source. 



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