200 years ago man created the greatest AI known but this Machine eventually grew a mind of its own and evetually it's own body, it rose up with others like it against the human race this battle went on for about 20 years and nature and most resources were dieing off cause of the continuing battles but the final battle it released a large blast but is wasn't a bomb it was something else entirely, the machines had something hidden down their main base, something that wasn't human or machine something not of this earth, the blast brought back nature it changed it along with the humans and Machines closes to the blast.....both of them went a evolution of some sorts and because of this both sides where able to form a peace ending the war



Lia Giles became a border guard and mechanic for the power lines on the in between of the main city and the unearthly forests, no longer being able to stand living in the high technology world where humans are treated like second class citizens. On one of her patrols she discovers something or more like someone that no one has ever seen before.

Watching TheSeventhSnake's replays impressed Ves. The mech pilot's flamboyant piloting of his Seraphim showed a remarkable mastery of its capabilities. The Seraphim domineeringly claimed the skies, fighting particularly well against other fliers, and launched aggressive attacks against opponents on the ground.
Though Ves knew little of mech piloting, he still recognized TheSeventhSnake's remarkable skill. His aggressive play style and continuous risk taking hid a keen sense of timing. If this Snake wasn't at the threshold of promoting to Silver, he was absolutely in the upper tier of Bronze League.
When Ves noted that TheSeventhSnake had come online and entered matchmaking, he chose to spectate his match. What he saw of the young pilot's performance reaffirmed his judgement. Snake piloted the Seraphim in ways even Ves hadn't imagined.
"But does he have the X-Factor?"
Good piloting didn't necessarily mean one has the X-Factor. Disregarding the phenomenon's vague definition, the X-Factor might not even work in a virtual reality environment! Perhaps TheSeventhSnake was only a good pilot, and nothing more. Still, Ves believed it would be beneficial to his understanding of his mechs if he had a talk with the pilot.
When Ves initiated a call, the mech pilot answered immediately. "Hello. I saw you spectating my last match. Who are you?"
"I'm the mech designer who created the Seraphim variant you're piloting."
"Wow." The pilot gasped. "No wonder I found your nickname familiar. So you're the famous Fantasia customizer."
"I'm researching a new project, and I need some feedback from the people who pilot my older work. Can you spare me a moment of your time?"
"Yes!"
Ves was taken aback at TheSeventhSnake's enthusiasm. This was the first time since he became a mech designer that someone afforded him respect.
"Hey, calm down kid. I just want your thoughts on some stuff, so don't be too stiff." Ves told the player, hoping he wouldn't be paralyzed into silence. "Let me ask you my first question. Your records show that you've been piloting the Seraphim ever since you bought it. What makes you stick with the model? I think you must have realized by now that it isn't the best mech in its weight class."
TheSeventhSnake paused as he tried to formulate his words. "I can't describe it. I never thought about replacing my Seraphim. I love it far too much to get rid of it. The mechs that I've piloted before are all good machines, but they don't fit my style."
"What do you mean when you use the word 'style'?" Ves asked, wondering if it had anything to do with the X-Factor.
"My play style. My way of fighting. Something like that. The Seraphim just clicks with me in a way no other flier could. It's like we're part of the same brain wave. I can feel my passion engulfing the entire mech when I'm deeply engaged in a fight. No other mech can make me feel this good."
"Alright. Let me ask you something else. Have you ever experienced a moment where your mech gave you a push? For example, did the mech warn you of danger while you were unaware of it? Were there moments when you thought doing something was impossible, but you still managed to achieve it because your mech gave you a helping hand?"
TheSeventhSnake fell into silence. "I don't recall any moments like that. I'm always in full control of my mech. What I'm pretty sure of is I feel more at ease with the Seraphim. It's easier to play at my best when I'm piloting the Seraphim than with any other mech. I've even bought your Phantasm and Nomad models, but I never could get quite as comfortable when I play with them. Maybe it's the lack of wings. I've fallen in love with flying."
Ves asked TheSeventhSnake some other questions. What distinguished a good pilot and a great one? Are mechs better when they are smaller or larger? Does he believe in metaphysics?
The young pilot's answers revealed no surprises. The boy wasn't aware of the X-Factor, nor did he seek to pursue anything magical. Ves formed an image of the young potentate. Young, wealthy and well-trained, his view of the mech world had been colored by the many teachings of his tutors. It was therefore no surprise that they avoided telling him about the X-Factor. A young man like him had no business chasing after a fantasy.
"I have one last question." Ves wrapped up the interview. "Try to take a moment before you answer this. Do you believe your mech is alive?"
"Uhh.. I don't know." TheSeventhSnake replied with a confused expression. He scratched his head, trying to recall the times when he piloted the Seraphim. "I'm not delusional. Of course its not alive. The Seraphim's a great mech, but it doesn't have an AI as far as I know. What I can say is that piloting my Seraphim makes me feel more alive than anything else."
"Alright. Thank you for taking the time to tell me about your experiences."
"Goodbye. I hope I helped."
"You certainly did, don't worry about it."
"Uh, can I ask you something before you go? Are you going to put more 1-star mechs on the market?"
Ves shook his head. "I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I don't plan to do so. I've sold most of my 1-star licences so I can't construct any new 1-star mechs. My hands are kind of full trying to start up my real universe mech business."
"Oh, so you're a real mech designer? No wonder."
"That's not to say I still don't have a use for Iron Spirit." Ves responded carefully, naturally not mentioning that earning massive DP was his main reason for sticking around. "Once I earn some revenue, I'm transitioning to 2-star mechs. The profit margin is better in that tier."
He would also have an easier time to reach beyond his limited customer base in Cloudy Curtain. In a few months, he'd hopefully gain enough skills to produce a competitive design.
After shutting down the game, Ves stood up and stretched his limbs, mentally reexamining the interview. TheSeventhSnake spoke with a peculiar accent that reminded him of the officials working in the capital of Cloudy Curtain. Despite his good upbringing, the young potentate described his piloting in the same vague way as the veterans did when describing their incredible feats that others thought involved the X-Factor.
In other words, the interview provided inconclusive results.
Ves hadn't come much closer to understanding the elusive X-Factor. Was it some kind of energy that hid inside a mech? Was it some evolutionary catalyst that manifested in only a couple of pilots?
"There's one thing all interviews about the X-Factor have in common."
Love. Affection. Grief. Vengeance. Whatever was the case, most of the extraordinary performances mentioned in the galactic net were backed by strong and unrestrained emotions. It seemed unrelated. What do emotions have to do with the performance of a mech? That's like suggesting that an aircar can fly faster if the driver felt happy or angry. It made no sense.
"But an aircar doesn't have a neural interface." Ves remarked as he thought he found a clue. "The neural interface allows mech pilots to receive sensory input from the mech, allowing them to treat the frame like its their own body. Any decision a mech pilot makes is sent as output through the same interface, thus causing the mech to move according to its commands."
Ves went back to his terminal and sought out a few articles about the neural interface.
The neural interface was a highly restricted and highly controlled piece of hardware. Under no circumstances did any manufacturer allow the neural interface to leak out unnecessary signals. Excessive sensory input would overload a pilot's brains, while excessive movement output would cause the mech to lose control. The neural interface was strictly programmed to detect and block unauthorized signals, and technicians checked them frequently insuring they weren't tampered with. Pretty much every mech designer and technician trusted the neural interface to work as advertised.
"If thousands of industry insiders are sure there's nothing fishy with the neural interface, then its not the source of the X-Factor."
Emotions also elicit brain signals, and since those were different from the sensory and movement signals, they were explicitly blocked by the neural interface.
"But.. what if those signals are inseparable?"
Could emotions be conveyed through the same signals, therefor making it impossible for the neural interface to filter them out?
For example, if a mech held a sword over a fallen enemy, did its pilot's desire to kill his opponent get blended in with the same signal that commanded the mech to thrust down its sword?
If a mech spotted missiles flying in its direction, did an emotion like fear accompany its sensor signals of the incoming threat?
Unfortunately, Ves had no background in the neural sciences. Everything he learned about the neural interface in college was how to install it and how to maintain it. A designer had no need to know how the gadget worked in order to use it in their designs. This left Ves unable to answer this question.
"I don't think all those other people who have hunted down the X-Factor are that stupid. If someone like me can think of it, I'm sure they exhausted themselves to death trying to see if the neural interface was capable of doing more."
In the end, Ves was stuck again. With no solid theory on how to achieve the X-Factor, Ves had no starting point in designing a mech that incorporated it. With the huge interest payment looming over him, time began to run out for him. He could not waste the remaining days on a fruitless quest.
Lucky chose this time to barge inside. With a nonchalant walk, the mechanical cat dropped the shiny blue sapphire before Ves' feet. It then nuzzled his legs with its slim but lively body.
"Another gem I see. At least you didn't bury it in the backyard again." Ves picked up the sparkling blue gem and inspected it briefly before storing it in a small safe. "Good job, buddy."
Ves took a break. He picked up his gem cat and sank down on a sofa. He scratched the cat's metallic hide, not really sure if the cat even felt his fingers, but sure acting like it did. Lucky closed its eyes as it lay down comfortably on Ves' lap.
As he looked at Lucky, a strange thought inserted in his head. "Are you alive?"
The cat kept purring as if he didn't understand the question. But Ves knew the gem cat was smarter than he looked. It possessed an AI way more sophisticated than the thoughts of an average household cat.
"What is life?"
The age old question of life engendered a lot of controversy over the years. Many scientists mentioned that life had the ability to learn, adapt and reproduce. These clinical definitions of life try to encompass all manner of life, including even the tiniest bacteria. That made the definition far too broad to be of use in this situation.
Instead, Ves wondered if Lucky could be called a living being. Sure, he probably couldn't mate with another mechanical cat, but Lucky was no different from any other pet. Whether Lucky's responses formed spontaneously or through a large script of possible responses, it didn't matter. Humans worked in the same way if one pulled up their microscopes and sunk deeper into a person's cells and DNA.
"I don't care what the scientists and experts say. Since you're capable of expressing your emotions, you're alive in my book."
Ves was also pretty certain the key to unlocking the X-Factor lay in emotions. If Lucky could express emotions like Love, hate, fear and disgust, why not a mech? Certainly, a mech didn't possess the programming to ferment such redundant thoughts in the eyes of scientists. But what if a mech bypassed the neural blockade? It could borrow the pilot's complex neural system to form its own emotions.
Since the mech neurally connected to its pilot's brain, its emotions mirrored the pilot's own feelings. A mech's anger would neatly mirror its pilot's own hostility towards an opponent. This would only enhance a pilot's current mood and not display anything abnormal in the neural interface.
"I'm kind of reaching out there. How can a novice designer like me get it right while countless experts missed this gap?"
At this point, Ves stopped caring about the opinions of others. He kept it simple.
"Lucky is alive. The System is also a living being. If these two entities are capable of life, then I believe that Mechs can also live."
If he presented these words to one of the researchers who studied the X-Factor for decades, he'd be laughed and ridiculed at. It was a stupid sounding argument that relied entirely on subjective anecdotal experience. But when he looked down and stroked Lucky's back, he felt no regrets.
"I can't phrase it in any better way, but my faulty logic doesn't matter. My belief is enough. My heart tells me I'm looking in the right direction, and that's good enough."
Now, Ves had finally obtained a somewhat coherent picture of the relation between life and the X-Factor. He felt as if a weight had disappeared.
"Now I have to put theory into practice."
Ves was ready to design a new mech. One that hopefully unlocked the X-Factor.


Humanity has conquered half the galaxy and the Age of Mechs reigns supreme!

Ves Larkinson lacked the genetic aptitude to become a famed mech pilot. Fighting against his fate, he studied mech design in order to express his love for mechs as a builder instead of a soldier.

When Ves graduated from college, he returned to a new but empty boutique. Left with a small, newly founded mech workshop that his father painstakingly built with a mountain of debt, Ves somehow needs to make ends meet with the bank breathing down his neck.

In the midst of his despair, he found salvation from another legacy his father had left.

"Welcome to the Mech Designer System. Please design your new mech."

--Join The Mech Touch's unofficial Discord server: https://discord.gg/APB5KCU

" We've arrived, my lady. " Derek got out of the car and helped Emma to open the car door. " Oh my god, Derek! This place seems familiar! Do you realise that or is it just me being silly? " asked Emma. 

"Well, you're not wrong. Remember how we used to go to the playground together to play swings?  Well, that playground is now this restaurant. I'm quite surprise hat you still remember it. I thought I was the only one. " Derek look at Emma with those eyes. Those eyes that's fill with love and joy. "Shall we go in? Can't wait to try out their fish and chips! Yummy! "

When they reached the entrance the waitress told them that the restaurant are giving discount to couples who are dining there. Derek and Emma looked at each other. They chuckled. 

"Well, I guess this is our lucky day! Am I right ,babe?" Derek wrapped his arms around Emma. Emma looked at him and and whisper in his ears saying " can't believe rich people love discounts too! I'll act it out for you. Just for the sake of the discount! Nothing else! "

"Show me the way to our table please. Thank you. " Derek hold Emma's hand while they were walking in the restaurant. "Such a cute couple.", many people whispered. 

"Derek, is it me or what, but I feel like someone's watching us. " Emma looked at Derek with a worried face. " Don't think so much, BABE." The waitress then pointed out the table for them. 

After they had order, they enjoy the beautiful scenery together. This is something that Derek always wanted. Emma, beautiful scenery, roses everywhere and fairy lights. This is something Derek never dare to dream of. Well, it happened and he took out his phone to take a picture of Emma. 

"What a nice scenery! Am I right Derek? " Derek quickly put his phone away. "Yes,  it's amazing. But the best part is, I'm enjoying this beautiful scenery with a beautiful person. " Emma looked at him. 

Both of their eyes met each other. Derek looked at her face. All her features, is the definition of perfect. He realise something that made him fall for her even more. Her cheeks are becoming red like a tomato. "The way you blushed is the cutest and wonderful thing I've ever seen. " Derek thought about it.

Both of them Derek Lim and Emma Chia split when they were young. They love each other but not at the right time. And now both of them are the CEO of their own company and they meet again after so many years. Will they get together this time?

For your information, I will post 2 to 5 long chapters a week(sometimes,I might even skip a week or a month due to exams and assignments because I am a student and I would like to apologize about it) so stay tune <3 And if you want to share some ideas with me do email me at rachel.limweiying@gmail.com. Hope you enjoy the novel! And don't forget to vote it with power stones! :D

(Pov of James)
Well thats unfortunate, he should have just run away with the money and spared me for cooperating. But no, he just had to shoot me before taking his leave . Now I'm stuck inside this god forsaken darkness which I have dubbed the abyss since there is litteraly nothing but darkness here, I've tried to call out for someone but I don't have a voice or body, so I gave up a long time ago.

It's honestly unsettling being down here since I have no real sense of time. It could have been just a few seconds or even decades at this point. I'm pretty much the only one experiencing this place after all. And If I had to describe it , I would say it is the definition of nothingness. 

But lucky for me I didn't have to wait that long, or at least to the standards of time here. I was quickly pulled into a tear that appeared in the abyss only to arrive in a different kind of darkness. But this time I could only describe it as a jacuzzi of sorts. I also had the ability to sleep which I did a lot of the time in here which led me to believe that I am a living being now since I never had the need for sleep in there the abyss.

But my days of relaxation didn't last. soon I felt that jucuzzi feeling disappear and get replaced with a pulling sensation. And when I was out of that sensation. I was blinded to what I hadn't seen in what I assume to be centurys, but still recognized nonetheless. It was light, and I also felt the air hit my physical being.

Jump a few minutes later and I am wrapped up in what I could assume to be a towel and my mother looking down upon me with no love whatsoever but what I recognized from my past experience with customers as disgust. 

"Why did I have to do this, the other females in my class could have very well done the same but I was chosen to give birth to the next generation of soldiers." My mother said as her features softened.

"It is honestly better if I kill you now since I don't want all my children to be soldiers, any of them if I prefer it." She said as she reached for me still weak from labor.

I tried to move but as I was still wrapped up. my newborn body couldn't move as it was like trying to push a car off my chest. So I just decided why not, and gave up. I know what comes after death so why should I fear it. This world was clearly messed up as she had clearly told me I was going to be raised as a child soldier if I survived. No real reason to stay in such a miserable world.

*bang* holy fuck that's not okay. "Get it off" I start to cry in baby language as I have bits and pieces of my mother's face and blood on me.

""So you walk eternally through the shadow realms, standing against evil where all others falter. May your thirst for retribution never quench, may the blood on your sword never dry, and may we never need you again."

My life from the start was a complete misery... And yet, I still fight for a simple reason.

     I want to be happy in my whole life. For dreaming such professions, treasures, authority and such ambitious thing is non sense with the situation I'm in. It still remains in my memories that in my childhood, I'm always motivated to do my assignments after I got home from school. Rather than playing everyday, I remember myself seeking any books that can pick my interest. At that time, I found a lot of history textbooks which I used to read and view a lot. 

     As time passes by, I haven't realized myself that since then, I was so fascinated about how the world works with a lot of living individuals divided by their regions, race and culture. It exhilarates me on how a single child like me can affect a world when I grow up. 

     Oh... sweet memories. 

     When I was 9 yrs old, I dream of being an architect or engineer. Probably at that time, I was only focus to strengthen the surface of our society.

     And when I was 11 yrs old, I change my path to becoming a police or a soldier who fights to protect the country that I declare myself as a brave man.

     But suddenly when I became a high school student, my dream became the definition of my own interest. I was really hooked at basketball at that time yet it only took several months for me to realized myself that I'm not meant for it.

     Well now, I'm already 17 yrs old and currently a graduating senior high school student. It has been a long time in a small world... The innocent child will definitely grow up but as who? A liar? An ignorant? Or someone that keeps asking for a reason of his/her own existence? I might be a lucky person to grow up as a worthy person but heck, it was pretty hard. It just I had a lot of what if's.
     As of now, I have a realization of my own existence and the world itself.

	The world exists with humans protecting them and changing it the way they want it to be. One can be assured that the existence of a human itself is powerful for it has free will and ability to think. But have you ever heard the qoutation that says, "No one man is an island." The only reason that humanity has come this far and the fact that the total population of the world is still inceasing is because indivuals are dependent from the start. If I were to be asked by the same question, I would say that humans are greedy beings that they aren't satisfied by the wonders of the world. They want the power of men and beauty of women. Even a good person requires himself an affection from others. 

	The present world that consist of billions of humans, I just want to change it myself for the whole planet is poluted of human selfishness. But as I dream of something big, I must escape the world around me. One cannot venture if he can't move by himself. I am proud of myself that I can do it if I can just utterly destroy the barrier around me. This small world guarded by my family, friends, and school community, I'll break through with all my might. 

     This psychological war is really troublesome but I guess I just have to do it. Why?
.
.
.
Cause I want it badly!!!

On an early Saturday morning ,Alicia woke up with sounds of birds chirping and warm rays of sunlight on her face.After cooking herself a light breakfast of scrambled eggs and toast she sat down in front of her laptop to catch up the news of her favorite South Korean band BTS.But before she could open her browser..a notification of an email popped up.She opened it and after making sure she was not imagining things,cursed her now ex best friend..He was an annoying fellow really!!Why did she consider him a best friend?Had she lost a screw somewhere?

To:>alicialou@mail.com<
From:>neillong_lanceinc@mail.com<
Sub:Info on my brother

Dear Al,
I have compiled a dossier on my brother to help you make a decision faster.Check the attachment.

P.S. You can thank me later

Name:Ryu Long

Job Profile: mere CEO at Lancd Inc and being a typhoon

Description:
1. Marginally good looking according to me.Considered reasonably handsome by the femald populace.

2. Unstable temperament.Always cold and angry towards people.Hates people in general and tolerates them only for business purposes.

3.Loves to give orders and expects them to be carried out even before said orders have been completely issued.Behavior may resemble a cranky grizzly bear if his orders not fulfilled.

4. Hates Desserts.Will not touch anything sweet even if threatened with torture.(His glare can turn even the sweetest thing bitter)

5.Does not like to waste his energy in talking.Saves words like a miser and is known to answer in mono syllables and short sentences only. I wouldn't know that he could string more than 3 sentences together if not for Little Ru.

6.Past secrets:I've already told you one.If my brother has an inkling of it then you will have to write my obituary.So anything you wamt to know,feel free to ASK HIM.

7. Anything else:ASK HIM

P.S.I think point no 4 is good..Whenever you go out on a date,you can order 2 desserts and then eat his too!!just don't let him sulk amd glare at you.Aren't I an angel.??.ciao!


To:>neillong_lanceinc@mail.com<
From:>aliciolou@mail.com<
Subject:Beware
Neil,
Thank you for your dossier.Frankly,if this is your definition of a dossier then I can only say that your clients are lucky that you have me as an assistant.With just your intelligence  they would have become paupers by now and been duped a million times.Also the office gossip is more informative than this joke of a dossier.
Also please do not try to "convince" me anymore.Arrange a meeting for tonight and you will have my answer then.

P.S. Please be careful with what you eat/drink in the next few days.You never know someone might want to help you become an angel in the heaven sooner than you hope.Ciao.hmpf


To:>alicialou@mail.com<
From:>neillong_lanceinc@mail.com
Subject:Covert words

Your threats are not as subtle and covert as you think.And they are not going to work because I am moving my office to the restaurant next door for the next few days as I need a change of scenery.I am tired of seeing you old and haggard face.*snort*

You must treat your friends with respect by answering their questions immediately and not make them wait.

To:>neillong_lanceinc@mail.com<
From:>alicialou@mail.com<

Subject:Questions and answers.
Since you love getting answers I will give them to you early if you can answer the following questions:
1.In a movie theater,which armrest is ours and which is the person's on the seat next to you?

2.How old would you be if you did not know how old you are?
Any one will do.Ciao


Neil Long after reading this email:"...."

A contractual marriage with her best friend's brother. 
A cute and adorable baby.
Close encounters and blooming of romance
Love confessions

Disclaimer:The book cover design has been designed by a webnovel user @valeriex and the description for it was provided by a reader @beanguyen..So many thanks to them!!
This story is an original work so all reviews are appreciated.The rate of updates is at least 1 chapter a day with a single random holiday every week.


Neil took a deep breath and said "Al..I need a favor.."

"Uh..huh."

"Please marry....my brother.""You want me to marry the Typhoon????!!!",she whisper shouted to him.

"I think you meant to say tycoon.." Neil asked her in a similar way.

"Noo..I meant typhoon..you heard me right..

A hole suddenly opened and a young man came out of it. This young man has yellow hair, one blue eye and the other is Rinne Sharingan covered with eyepatch, and wearing a uniform from a school.

This was Neo who traveled from the Fairy Tail world to this world, Boku no Hero Academia or My Hero Academia in English version of this anime.

"Hey, system. Why am I wearing a school uniform again?" Neo asked while scratching the back of his head.

[ The reason why you are wearing school uniform is because you'll be a student in this world. Be sure to get perfect marks on all subjects! ]

"We are in Boku no Hero world, right?"

[ Yes. ]

"Why do I need to go to school?"

[ It is because you needed to be someone who finished junior high school, and you are lucky to have me because I can make you fake parents and fake birth certificate and for them, it's real. In this world, in order for you to be a hero, you need to enter. You are now a student of Aldera Junior High. ]

He was wearing the same Junior High School Uniform as Bakugo and Midoriya.

"Well, since I'm in this world, I should go and befriend Izuku." he thought.

Since he will be attending school, the same junior high as Izuku and Katsuki, He needed to be on top of the class.

For now, he needed to hide his abilities, I mean his quirks for the time being. If he were to be discovered by All for One, he might try to get his "Quirks" which are not really quirks.

Days have passed, his first few days in school "again" is very boring. When he was asked by teachers, he gives the full definition or description of what they are asking. Well, what do you expect? He had already finished school and graduated as a programmer.

With the system, he have a house with no one there but only him to live in there. When he discovered where his house was he was shocked as it was near Bakugo and Midoriya Residence.

When he have homeworks to do, he can finish it for a few minutes as long as it is not related to anything that was only in this world. When has free time, he uses his computer to program his suit and use his own money. Fortunately, his money from Fairy Tail world has changed into the currency of Japan just right after he arrived. He also ordered some cloth and started to create his Hero costume and with the system providing them special traits like fireproof, explosion proof, and other traits to make his costume unbreakable, except waterproof if you know what I mean.

His costume was none other than the 4th Hokage's clothes as an Hokage. He only added an ANBU mask to cover his face.

Back on school, every time Kacchan hurts Izuku, Neo always intervenes. Intervening this bombshell means pain, but Neo activated his sharingan and put him into Genjutsu where Kacchan can smash them as an illusion. And yeah, they became friends by making Kacchan despise him as well.

A year have passed and school's over, next school year will be the year he's been waiting for his whole life. An Exam for those who wanted to enter UA High.

During his summer days, he always go outside to go and help anyone he can help as a normal quirkless kid. Yes, his classmates didn't know that he has a "Quirk".

As always, his birthday was on new year and he celebrated it with Izuku.

Neo began to know what is the meaning power, and that is to go through adventure between Anime Universe to another.

This only updates on holidays and on summer.

As Gu Shuling spoke, she waited to see Yu Gangan's shocked reaction.
But, she remained extremely calm as she looked at her indifferently without any fluctuation of emotion on her face.
Gu Shuling did not believe this. If Yu Gangan truly liked Fang Zhihan, it was impossible not to be jealous and angry.
She thought for a moment and added, "I also pity you because you're about to be abandoned. When my sister comes back, Brother Han will definitely be with her. As for you..."
As she spoke, Gu Shuling smiled smugly, "I guess, you're lucky to have shared a fling with Brother Han."
Yu Gangan smiled calmly, "When it comes to love, length has never been an issue to me. I only care about the memories. It's still not a certainty whether Fang Zhihan will find your sister and abandon me, or I will find a better man and abandon him, but no matter the outcome, Fang Zhihan belongs to me at this moment. Even if I'm a substitute, he is still mine. Unlike someone, who doesn't even qualify as a substitute."
These words struck Gu Shuling where it hurt.
Her expression darkened and she stared at Yu Gangan coldly.
But, Yu Gangan continued to smile calmly, "One should share a hot spring with someone they like, otherwise, it will feel like they are soaking in a mud pit. I'm not Porky the Pig, I don't like to play in the mud."
After speaking, Yu Gangan stood up, covered herself in her bathrobe, and left.
Gu Shuling glared at Yu Gangan's back, her eyes filled with bitterness.
At that moment, she noticed Jiang Qi looking at her from another pool. She composed herself and smiled. "Xiao Qi, come here and join me," she called out gently.
Jiang Qi shuddered a little at the sound of Gu Shuling's voice and pretended not to hear her.
Sensing that He Shigui was looking at her, she subconsciously smiled at him instead. But, He Shigui looked away and left a moment later.
The man's coldness made her pout.
Since no one else was soaking in the hot springs, she didn't want to either. She especially didn't want to face Gu Shuling on her own. Besides, she had already soaked for long enough.
So, in an instant, Gu Shuling was the only person left in the big hot spring forest, looking sullen and irritated.
Where did Fang Zhihan go? Why wasn't he enjoying the hot springs?
If Fang Zhihan wasn't making an appearance, then what was the purpose of her being there?
Ever since Fang Zhihan welcomed Gu Shuling into the courtyard, he had remained in his room doing something without coming out.
After soaking in the hot spring, everyone was hungry, so they proposed to go out for dinner. But, Fang Zhihan was still busy, so they ordered food to be delivered to the courtyard instead.
Gu Shuling popped by halfway, but when she saw that Fang Zhihan was nowhere to be seen, she left the courtyard and went to look for her father next door.
Lin Jiayu showed her phone to Yu Gangan, "You're a trending topic again."
In this era where everyone was constantly on the internet, one could check the latest gossip on their phones whenever they were bored. Thus, even the slightest incident could become a trending topic.
Yu Gangan was a small-time internet celebrity. Even though she didn't have a Weibo account, she was very popular.
"Did someone try to slander me again?" Yu Gangan sighed. She then looked at Lin Jiayu blankly, "Whose Weibo is that?"
The name of the Weibo account was Yu Gan and they had made two posts.
The first post was a greeting with a few pictures of healthy prescriptions, followed by her signature.
The second post was updated that afternoon. It contained photos of Yu Gangan enjoying the hot spring resort and they were all high-definition.


Beautiful doctor of Chinese medicine, Yu Gangan woke up from a coma one day to a cold, mysterious man. "Excuse me, you are...?"
A pair of profound eyes focused on her and replied, "Fang Zhihan, your husband."
Did this man take her for a fool? He was obviously a fraud!
A little while down the track, he pulled her into his arms and whispered beside her ear, "Who am I?"
This time, Yu Gangan froze and replied, "Fang Zhihan, my husband."
If he was a patient, then she was his sweetest medicine...

The doctors told me I had to rest for at least two, I disregarded what they said and went back to physical therapy after one. I could tell my body could handle it. It was made to. That's what it felt like at the very least. Alice made me promise her that I would give her a call every time before I started physical therapy, and that I would wait for her to arrive. Otherwise, she would tell her father to assign medical personnel to me like he had previously stated.

She didn't need to threaten me, I was already going to tell her. I felt bad when I saw her cry, and I could tell she had questions for me but she kept to herself. I'd have to answer her, and soon. I didn't want to keep her waiting long. I started to doubt myself, telling myself that this is just one of the reasons I wasn't good enough, but I soon snapped out of it. I just had to become good enough for Alice. This was the process of it. One step, by painful step.

The next day I could walk but I still had to take breaks, but I could soon after walk on my own. Dr. Ornst looked at me with awe, and Alice looked at me with pure joy. I smiled back at her and asked the doctor what the face was for. He told me that it usually took a much longer time for people to begin walking. I told him a lie, that my mother exercised my legs everyday while in bed, along with that I had always had an unusual recovery rate. Luckily he was a religious man, even as a doctor. He regarded it as a miracle mixed in with luck and coincidence. I was lucky he didn't report it to some big medical journal. I'd have to be more careful in the future, but it's not like I had anyone to hide from.

The only government I had to hide from is already monitoring me, and they made me who I am. If anything they could be called a double edged sword as they would keep people away, but they'd also keep me on a tight leash. A Sword of Damocles so to say. Although, as much as protection as they give me, if I show off too much they might pull back the leash and tighten it. I wouldn't want that, so I decided to keep the progress a bit slower, publicly at least. I would still try my hardest, but I wouldn't report everything to Dr. Ornst. Later, he would brush off my one time recovery pace completely believing it to be a miracle. That was the plan at least.

Dr. Ornst instructed that I was now able to work in lighter cardio exercises, as well as lift lighter weights. He told me the meals they fed me were to keep my body in optimal condition for recovery and working out. Again, I thought how lucky it was to be here.

Alice came over while I was taking a break and handed me a water bottle, and a towel so I could wipe off the sweat. "How're you feeling? If you need to break you know you can take one." I suppose she was still worried my heart was going to give out again.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Don't worry too much." I gave her the best reassuring smile I could. Seeing my smile, she started to grin, and gave me a hug.

She started pouting, "Well at least when you get better, I'll be able to give you better hugs, you know? It's not too fun having to worry about you being frail enough to get hurt by hugs."

I chuckled, "I think that a normal person hugging me is fine, you have quite the bear hugs, no one's ever told you that before?" I was glad Alice came along. I would've missed out on things like this. In fact, I didn't know how normal people's hugs felt, I was just teasing her.  She took it seriously, and started to pout again, and she walked away in a grumpy waddle to the sidelines again.

Alright, so cardio or weights? Hmm.. weights it is, I already started a bit of cardio with the walking, and so I could start at least walking, but my arms were like sticks, although they did start to regain a bit of meat on them from all of the food I've eaten recently, they were still bony. I started with 5 pounds, but they were too light. I barely felt a burn, so I soon started moving up, 10, 20, 25, 30. I stopped at 30, and I seemed to be able to set myself in a mindset where I could force my body to do things, no matter the pain. The only thing that stopped me was my body giving out. Again, I felt my muscles contract, tear, and reform.

I could see Alice's worry etched across her face, so I made sure to do it in some-what healthy intervals. At least until before my arms went out of commission, started a 15 minute break, and repeated the cycle until I could see some definition in my arms. This was ridiculously fast. What the hell did they do to me when I was little? I get they called me the closest thing they had to a perfect soldier, maybe even the perfect soldier but.. what did I have to go through to become this way? What pain did I have to go through? The reason I could've forgotten my childhood was a traumatic experience I underwent throughout my stay at the lab. I remember him saying that kids hadn't survived, and I didn't lose my memory then, so what could have been that bad?

When I looked at my arms, and then my legs only one thought crossed my mind. When I looked into a mirror, I knew it to be true. I was a monster. A monster in human skin. That was okay though, it's just what I felt I needed to be for the upcoming future.

After attempting to throw his life away to save the person he thought was worthy of his life, Anthony foregoes his name and his family in order to become a Mercenary.

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"So many people died for no fault of theirs... all due to me."
Kiba laid down on the terrace. 
He absentmindedly stared at the night sky while wondering about the countless families destroyed by him.
"There are also lakhs of indirect victims. They would have to face the drastic consequences of losing homes and source of livelihood... poverty is worse than death."
Claudia listened to his bitter words. He was angry, not at others but himself... for becoming a disaster in others' lives.
"Claudia... I have become a monster."
[[...Sir, you had lost sanity and your powers took advantage of that. Don't blame yourself for something you had no control on.]]
Kiba smiled bitterly.
"Insanity defense... yeah, if I was on a trial, the jury would set me free. But Claudia, the jury here is me... and I can't free myself for this."
[[....]]
Kiba jumped back to his feet. If there was anyone who didn't deserve self-pity, it was him.
His eyes flashed with a golden glow and his vision crossed miles in an instant, arriving in a relief camp. Many there were injured and hungry, getting no help from authorities. The same applied to other relief camps. 
Even if the World Government sent money to help them, a great part of it would be lost in between, thanks to the corrupt nature of humans. Crisis were always the breeding ground of corrupt...
"Claudia."
[[Sir?]]
"Use all our financial resources to help people I have destroyed. Do it now."
[[!]]
Claudia was startled.
His bank balance was over 1.2 billion dollars and then there were his properties in multiple cities. If combined together, his contribution would be enough to not only help the people of Delta City but also in other cities that faced gray asteroids.
"Claudia, you don't have to worry about me. If I need anything, I can always borrow."
[[.....]]
If Claudia has a humane form, she would have rolled her eyes. Unlike others, she knew his definition of borrowing meant looting.
*****
A few minutes later.
Rays of white light enveloped Kiba and he teleported away. 
Whoosh~!
He teleported inside a broken building.
The building was damaged beyond recognition but he knew it like the back of his hand. It was the first property he brought after creating his house!
He walked on the crushed staircase and stopped when he saw a pamphlet under a stone. He leaned down to pick it up.
The pamphlet was covered with dust and he has to clean it to read the text.
{{ Congrats, lucky husband! Your wife has been chosen by Wife Pleasuring Service Pvt Ltd. to enjoy the best service the industry has to offer, and that too for free! Isn't that exciting?!
{{ What's more, Chairman Kiba would personally serve your wife! All you have to do is sit back and relax, while your wife experiences the ultimate happiness! 
{{Please accept our advanced congratulations for becoming a Good Husband!}}
Kiba shook his head. He tossed the pamphlet away and continued walking. 
Long before the disaster struck here, his employees had escaped. And since almost half the city was safe, they weren't harmed or injured.
Still, looking at the condition of this building, he couldn't help but feel sad. This was where his greatest dream started...
He stepped into what used to be his office room. There were sofas, couch, and office desk, and looking at them, his lips curved up as it was on them that so many women gained happiness.
The building might be destroyed, but the happiness he has provided remained.
His legacy lived in the hearts of satisfied wives and lucky husbands... 
A destroyed building couldn't change that.
"Life is all about losses and gains..."
With a smile on his face, he left the remains of Wife Pleasuring Service Ltd.
Kiba teleported to his other properties.
Most of them were in a similar state, damaged beyond recognition. Only Mistress Massage Center remained intact without any harm.
Kiba stepped his naked feet on the pebbles leading to the massage center. Walking on these pebbles was far more beneficial than most massages as they were specially created to relax both body and mind. Furthermore, the greenery on either side provided a soothing effect.
Kiba lifted his head towards the sky while stepping forward. 
"Claudia."
[[?]]
"Do you remember the sense of crisis I felt when Hank told me his plan to carry out a heist on Sky Fiend Group?"[1]
[[I do, sir.]]
"I believe we both misunderstood what that sense of crisis meant.]]
Claudia was astonished.
Back then, they had assumed the warning was about the threat possessed by Sky Fiend Group. Based on what she knew now, it would mean Hyperion.
"The warning was never about Hyperion or anyone else... it was about the threat I carry for myself."
[[!!!!]]
*****
The state of Avalon.
House of Neville.
With her chin resting on her hand, Sophia checked the latest news from Delta City. Just like others, she was also blown away by the events there.
"Nothing new. Everyone is clueless."
Sophia let out a yawn and lied down on the bed. She moved a finger in the air to close the virtual screen when her eyes constricted by a new image.
BANG
She somersaulted and jumped on her feet. She then zoomed the image and stared at the image.
"It is really him!"
Her misty blue eyes sparkled as she read the wall of text next to the image. By the time she completed, her lips flashed into a mesmerizing smile.
"No doubt! Just like mom said, only a person like him could do such a thing! Mom is always right!"
As she exclaimed aloud, an absolutely gorgeous woman stepped in. She was in her late thirties, her features radiating maturity and wisdom.
No matter if it was her slender frame, the incredible busts, and the looks of a sultry vixen, she was a true beauty through and through!
"I'm right about what?" The woman asked.
"Mom!" Sophia hugged her. "I have found him!"
[1] Chapter 22. Kiba felt an intense sense of deadly crisis.


In the age of mutants and technology, everyone is after power and eternal life, but Kiba lives for his dreams of lust and vanity.

A man on a mission to live the life to the fullest. 

The tale of the legendary Wife Hunter whose very name terrifies husbands around the globe.

This is the story of the devil who does as his heart pleases, unafraid of the labels of good and evil.

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Fan synopsis:

Entangled in the schemes of two-faced government, a futuristic divided world, and a holy mission of his own, follow Kiba's journey of sins!

(Note: The starting 20 chapters are very short and slow paced. The main story starts from the 30s so please give it a try till then ^_^  You can rest assured the novel has a good plot besides the R-18 elements ^.^)

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