Everyday I wake up

Everyday I eat breakfast

Everyday I take a shower

Everyday I go to school

Everyday I eat lunch

Everyday I go back to my house

Everyday I face the computer

Everyday I surf the social media

Everyday I change clothes

Everyday I sleep

Everyday I do the same thing over and over again. Like a cycle. 

It's boring.

So boring...

God! I wish someone would entertain me!

Ah. I regret this. 

He's now part of my everyday routine.

Because of him, my everyday cycle broke!

Well... it's a bit fun though.

Hoseok is to young to be sick and Yoongi love him...

zzyoongi:good morning 
                 ignore me
                 just a routine check to see if you are still alive 

                                                                  junghobi: 
                                                                       :)
zzyoongi: okay...
                                                                 junghobi:
                                                          hey, that could be a sign that I haven't kicked the bell yet. I'll send you a smile every morning and you will just know 

zzyoongi: okay...

The second morning at the institute starts identically to the previous day. Before long I find myself in my comfy corner of the classroom debating on what to accomplish after class. There are still two months before the start of the original story, so there's no rush to absorb all the books in the institute's library. 

Making 7,000 demon spirit coins will be a bit more difficult. Selling inscriptions still seems like a solid plan, but I've not come across the inscription section in the library yet.

Now that I reasonably think about it, physical exercise should be the number two priority on my list. I'll naturally need sufficient strength, speed, and endurance when it's time to eliminate any possible enemies. Plus, it's mandatory to possess a strong body to absorb the powers of law. Not exploding is also on my priority list.

Genuinely having no interest in the propaganda sermon about to commence, I grab some on my writing supplies to test a theory. The Library of Heaven's Path can correctly show the flaws to nearly anything I can touch. What about literary works that I create myself? 

With teacher Xia's distinctive voice in the background, I title a page 'My Profound Thoughts' and begin to write down every famous saying, quote, and controversial theories from Earth that I can think of. Inspirational and infamous movie and book lines are added next. Nothing is spared. 

My frenzied scribbles only cease once I've used my last sheet of parchment. I impatiently wait for the ink on the last few handwritten pages to dry before a carefully gather all the sheets into an orderly stack. 

With a pounding heart, I tentatively place my hand on the cover of the recently created word vomit and think 'Flaws!'

Jumping into the Library of Heaven's Path, I find myself standing before an unassuming hardbound book titled 'My Profound Thoughts'. Eagerly grasping the book and thinking about its flaws, my vision is blocked by another sheet of parchment.

['My Profound Thoughts' written by Zhu Di two minutes ago. 218 Flaws. Flaw #1...]

A sigh escapes me due to my welcome relief. Over two hundred flaws may be a lot, but I must have written down over 400 individual quotes and theories! I'll be able to use the advance technology from Earth for creating a potential pathway for several powers of law! This is huge! 

I reluctantly return to the classroom with the intent to use the Library of Heaven's Path to create a workout plan based on Earth's modern technology, only to be halted in my tracks. I only brought a few sheets of paper today, and those are now all used. Crap.

The last few hours of class drag by. Even reading 'Heaven's Path of Human Meridians' doesn't help much due to the time dilation of the Library of Heaven's Path. Although my confidence in the study of meridians is greatly boosted after the ninth reading. Soon I'll be able to recite the entire book.

Once teacher Xia releases us for the day, I hurriedly make my way to the dining hall. The faster I get back to the writing supplies, the faster I can test out modern exercise efficiency.

My enthusiasm to get back to my dorm room nearly causes me to run into a dark-haired girl exiting another classroom. I'm able to stop before I physically run into her, but we're well within the others' personal space.

Quickly jumping back before she can react, I cup my fist and slightly bow towards her. "Forgive me. I was not paying attention. You have my deepest apologies."

Without waiting respectfully for her acknowledgment, I straiten my bent back and begin to move around her. It was then that I was able to see her full face. She was beautiful and young. Her midnight black hair framed her sculpted and young face. The cold indifference in her fierce eyes did little to age your young face.

My movement around her is only slightly paused as I instantly recognize her. Before anything or anyone can disrupt me, I'm swiftly moving down the hallway, forcibly suppressing the urge to throw-up in my mouth!

Without a doubt, I'm convinced that was Xiao Ning'er, and I'm equally convinced that Nie Li is inevitably a pedophile! Yes, I heartily agree that Ning'er is perhaps the most beautiful girl I've ever met, but she's a very young girl! Even if you squint your eyes and tilt your head, she would still look young, and that's coming from someone that was in their early twenties! Nie Li lived for over 100 years! That's not counting at least another 100 odd years spent inside the Temporal Demon Spirit Book! 

Yup. It's decided. I'm punching that pedophile square in the dick.

I change directions and head up to my dorm room. I've lost my appetite.

Once I'm sitting safely at my dorm desk, I take a moment to purge the last ten minutes from my memory. With a final shiver, I'm ready to create an exercise manual.

Two hours later, I admit defeat. While I was able to create a flawless routine to improve flexibility, I can't create a flawless routine for superior strength or speed. I'm throwing in the towel for tonight. 

Stretching my back after uncomfortable hours of sitting feels amazing. Prudently deciding that today will not be a waste, I promptly begin going through my recently created flexibility routine. I intend to merge it once I create a flawless body manual, so I see no point in naming it.

With nothing to distract me, while I'm awkwardly holding each pose, my mind starts to wonder about Xiao Ning'er's situation. There's no possible way I'm going to allow her to willingly give herself to that ancient pedophile. At the same time, I can't replicate what happened in the story for fear of Ning'er directing her feelings towards me. This undoubtedly requires a bit more thought and I'll have to tread lightly when it's time to act. 

Putting that landmine to the side, for now, I try focusing on improving my flexibility. 

The rest of the first week of school finishes with the same daily routine. I rise promptly with the morning bells and dutifully go through my flexibility routine, followed by cleaning myself up before breakfast. Once I'm in my classroom, I typically split my time between listening to teacher Xia and reading 'Heaven's Path of Human Meridians'. After dozens of extensive readings, it's now possible for me to recite most of the mystical book while correctly pointing out the indicated meridian or pathway. After class is dinner, followed by a dull night in the institute's library absorbing books. Once I return to my dorm, I'll typically go through the flexibility routine again before taking a bath and going to sleep.

My first week turned very redundant, but I've already absorbed nearly a third of the books in the library. A side bonus, I can do the splits now. Get to channel my inner Jean-Claude Van Damme.

Today will be a bit different than normal. After six straight days of class, we get a free day. After my morning routine, I make my way off-campus for the first time in a week.

I'm glad to see I'm not alone in my exit. A dozen other students also make their way into the central district. Moving within disorderly crowds is a great way to hide in plain view. As Joseph Heller said: "Just because you're paranoid doesn't mean they aren't after you."

Unfortunately, my little security blanket is slowly dispersed before I arrive at my intended destination. I debated with myself for many hours on intentionally delaying my visit, but I'm really craving a bit of scenery change from the institute's library. 

Not really sure how visiting another library would be much of a change.

Taking in the welcome sight of my destination, I'm a bit disappointed. The grounds are large but the buildings seem to be old and ill cared for. The open courtyard is spacious but appears to be on the verge of being unkempt. 

Determined to see this through, I stoically pass through the entry gates uncontested, making my way to a comely looking woman wearing a grey robe. Before I can introduce myself, she greets me with a professional smile and says cordially, "Welcome to the Alchemy Association. May I be of assistance?"

A 20 year old fan of fanfiction is transmigrated into an orphaned teen in the middle of Glory City. Follow him as he's forced to deal with hidden dangers, evil villains, and the dreaded puberty. 

This is my first novel, so expect some mistakes. I'll try to make corrections when seen. Reworked the first six chapters.

I'm doing this for my own personal pleasure. I have a family and a job that requires me to work most weekends. I hope to produce two chapters a week, provided life allows.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the stories, Tales of Demons and Gods or Library of Heaven's Path. Any resemblance of any original character is purely coincidence.

Pulling herself from bed was never a hard task, but this morning she didn't feel right. A fog surrounded her. She rubbed her head after trying to sit up. Her body felt heavy. How could she forget climbing into bed. Much less leave her overturned tea in the middle of the room. How did she just drop it out there? The blueberry tea would stain the beige carpet for sure. How could she be so careless. Standing she felt dizzy, every where ached. Was she getting sick? After more questions then answers, she climbed into the shower hoping it would help her get her footing. 

As the hot water ran over her body she couldn't shake the dream that haunted her. His piercing blue eyes as he reached for her. The look on his face when his deep eyes met hers stayed clearly in her foggy mind. He seemed as surprised as she was to see him there. A smirk formed on his face before he disappeared. She argued with herself if it was reality or dream. Why in the world would a man sneak into her house? 

She had no friends nor family. She spent alot of time making sure not to make connections with the people around her. At first they may like her but over time they eventually abandon her. The continuous heart break was too much. She would rather read a book anyways. It was easier that way especially after her grandparents passed away. No one no longer urged her to socialize. 

Despite the weather, she loaded up her coats, gloves and hat and pushed her bike to the end of the drive way. Everything was covered in a fresh blanket of snow. Luckily, the plow had already made it rounds leaving the road passable. She could clearly see her breath in the morning air as the heat left her body. Gripping the handle bars, she forced herself to continue her morning routine. 

It was a short bike ride into the small town she lived in. Growing up there with her grandparents, everyone knew of her. To busy with the hustle and bustle of their own lifes she moved swiftly in the background. Parking her bike on the same light poll on the corner she retrieved her book and rushed into the coffee shop. No matter how much cream and sugar she added to coffee she still couldn't stomach the taste, but this particular coffee shop carried her favorite tea. Normally hard to find, blueberry and hibiscus tea warmed her soul. Even though she had a supply at home she always stopped there for a fresh cup in the mornings. It was better when someone else made it.
The line was longer then usual, but it didn't matter. She had plenty of time, slipping into a small table by the window, removeing some of her snow gear and comfortably settled into her book. It was one of her favorites. Regardless of how much she read it she never grew tired of the heroine and her ability to take care of herself. 

"Ma'am, here is your drink." A waiter said pulling her from the story. 

"But I didnt order..." her words froze on her tongue. Turning to see him she couldnt move. His piercing blue eyes held her captive, the same blue eyes that haunted her all morning. A smirk crossed his face as he sat the cup down in front of her. Without another word he turned and left, disappearing in the crowd. As many times as she had been there she was sure he never waited on her. Before last night she could have swore she had never seen him before. Turning to the cup in front of her she could clearly see her name written in a delicate cursive. 

It was to much to handled. She snatched her things up and as quick as she could she ran from the shop. Only outside did she pause long enough to slip her jacket on. Her cold bare fingers gripped the handle bars tightly turning the knuckles white. She peddled as fast as she could to her job. No matter how early she was, she didnt want to stay anywhere near the shop. 

Rushing her threw her routine was easier then he thought. He could see her peddling her heart out from the warmth of his car. Tossing the apron he had stolen from the coffee shop in the passenger seat he continued to keep an eye on her until she was safely in the hotel. Her job was the front desk attendant for a small hotel. She made little money and most likely took the job because of what little business it got. It left plenty of time to stick her nose deep in a book. Threw the large glass window he could tell she was looking to see if she was followed before dunking back behind the counter. The failed attempt to protect her self was almost laughable. It didnt matter he meant her no harm, she couldn't protect herself even if she tried. He tossed around the idea of going in and introducing himself just to see her reaction. Just as he let his imagination started to run wild a familiar car pulled up. He watched as it pulled into a handy cap parking spot. The person stepped out and looked at his car for prancing into the hotel. He punched the steering wheel before slamming the door open. Of course it had to be her ruining his fun.

She never really fit in any where and no matter how much she tried everything always ended it heart break. It was easier to stick her nose in a book then to socialize with people. That was until he shook her from her routine and into a world she had only ever read in books.

***Feed back highly encouraged

The next morning Tahir woke up and began his morning routine. Although tedious at times, he rather enjoyed his routine because it distracted him from his daily troubles. The house Tahir and his mother lived in had a small room directly adjacent to the front of the house that served as a small indoor store when his grandmother was alive. In the store area there was a counter where his grandmother would conduct business. She used to sell herbs and remedies to support her family.

His grandmother was always well regarded in the neighborhood because the remedies and herbs she sold worked, and she wouldn't gouge others over pricing like other herbalists, pharmacists, and especially the alchemists. Alchemists wanted hundreds of gold just to buy a small spiritual plant that was easily available in the forest right outside of the city, that is if the commoners could survive a journey there. While commoners, who usually didn't have any cultivation wouldn't have any chance of making out of the forest alive, those that worked for the alchemists, pharmacists, and herbalists had some level of strength, and could easily retrieve the herbs needed. They would bring back dozens each day.

Although some commoners were lucky enough to be able to find cultivation techniques or resources. They never made much progress because resources were typically overpriced and only available to those with more means. Most commoners that had a cultivation base would typically end up working for the local crafters and resource providers in the city in the hopes that they would receive a boon from their employer for a job well done. However, that rarely happened. And even when it did, they would only receive the most basic pills, slightly wilted herbs, or weapons that barely qualified as a successfully produced product. However, when one has never had clean water, they appreciate the muddy stream.

Because his grandmother used to sell remedies at reasonable prices, she never earned much, and the little money she was able to save has been used over the last few years to support Adria and Tahir. It also earned the ire of other business owners in the commercial area of the city since they couldn't charge exorbitant prices to the commoners.

Tahir's grandmother had a small amount of cultivation, which allowed her to gather the items she needed to make her medications. Unfortunately, Adria never liked trying to cultivate because she didn't like sitting in one place for long periods of time. Ironically, she now found herself in a situation where she couldn't do anything but stay in one place for an extremely long period of time. Tahir looked all over the house to try and find the cultivation manual his grandmother used to see if his mother or him could cultivate, but he never found the manual. He determined she must have used a method passed down from word of mouth.  Unfortunately, she passed before she could pass it to him.

Tahir finished his morning routine by starting a porridge cooking in the kitchen. While the porridge was boiling, he went to his mother's room to help her sit up since she's usually awake by this time. Normally, Adria sits in silence while Tahir helps her sit up, but this morning she suddenly grabbed his hand. When he looked at Adria, he saw she had a pensive look on her face. After a couple of moments, she locked her eyes onto his. She pointed under her bed and said, "Son, reach under the bed and grab that box that's there."

When Tahir looked under the bed, he noticed a rectangular wooden box. When he grabbed the box he noticed that it had a carving of 4 stars surrounding a small circle framed on the right by a crescent moon. This entire image was enclosed in a larger circle. The top of the box was a slat that he could slide to open. He looked at Adria and she said, "Go ahead and open the box." When he opened the box, he saw 2 books and a rusted iron ring with a string looped through it.

As he looked at the items in the box, his mother spoke to him. "Those are 2 books on herbs, and as for the ring, that was your grandmother's she gave it to me shortly before her passing. She told me the ring has been passed down from generation to generation in the family, and that I should never lose it or sell it, not that anyone would want an old rusted ring."

She continued, "Take those books and study them. Also, keep the ring. I don't know how much longer I can hold on. If I didn't think you'd find a way to follow after me as soon as possible. I probably would have given up long ago. But, I don't want you to look for a way to die. Look for a way to live. Read those books on herbs in the city. You may be able to find a job with one of the herb shops of one of the Jedrek family's rivals. Although they won't treat you too kindly, they wouldn't make it so you want to leave since the longer you stay, the more helpful you'll be."

Tahir took out the 2 books and saw that each page contained a specific herb followed its uses and preparation methods along with a colored illustration on the side that depicted each herb and flower from multiple angles. It made it much easier to identify each plant. As he looked through some of the entries. He noticed that some of the plants currently in the backyard of his house had some applications for relieving fever and easing pain. Tahir was quickly losing himself in the text, but was brought back by his mother as she continued talking. "I didn't want to give you this information too early because I knew you'd start working as soon as possible. However, I know we're down to our last, and you're old enough to start working now. Hopefully, you may be able to take over where your grandmother left off one day."

Tahir looked at his mother with a gentle face and said, "Ok mom. I'll start learning what's in the book. In the meantime, let's get you sitting up." He then helped his mother sit and left to go prepare bowls and utensils for breakfast. When he reached for the bowls on a shelf in the kitchen. He noticed he was still holding on to the string with a ring on it. He placed string around his neck and continued to prepare a tray for his mother.

On the way to his mother's room. Tahir heard a soft rapping at the back door. He placed the tray on the table next to Adria's bed and made sure she was ok to feed herself before going to answer the back door. When he opened the door, he was greeted with the smiling faces of Gin and Rin.

He stepped to the side and directed them to the back room with the cabinets. He then closed the door and followed them into the room and began teaching.  When lessons were done, he started preparing lunch, and gave an invitation for Gin and Rin to stay while he prepared the afternoon meal, which they gladly accepted. While the afternoon stew was on the stove, Tahir pulled out the herb books and began reading.

Rin looked over Tahir's shoulder to see what he was reading. Intrigued, she asked, "What's that? What are you reading?"

Tahir looked Rin's face resting on his shoulder and said, "It's a book on herbs. I'm learning to identify different herbs."

"Can I learn too?"

Tahir thought about it for a second and handed the second book to Rin. "Sure. Have a look. It's good practice for your reading. Be careful with the book and write down any words you don't understand on a practice board in the back room."

Rin grabbed Gin and took him and the book into the back room to begin reading until lunch.

After a few hours, Tahir was almost finished memorizing everything in the first book he read. Just as he was about to turn to the last page, Rin pulled Gin back into the room to ask for help with some of the words in the herb book. After Tahir pointed out the new words for the siblings, Gin asked, "If we bring you some of these plants, will that pay for lessons as well?"

Tahir gave Gin a long look. "The short answer is yes. The long answer is yes, but don't try it. The people who would have those herbs are people you can't afford to offend. They're most likely petty and willing to chase you both down until you're dead, or worse."

Gin looked at the floor dejectedly while replying, "Ok." He suddenly looked up with a smile plastered on his face. "Don't worry. I won't go after those plants."

Tahir thumped his forehead. "Good. And don't even think of going outside the city to find them in the forest. Even if the beasts in the forest don't kill you, there's no telling if one of the guards or these shady adults would try to kidnap you and sell you into slavery, or kill you because they said you looked at them oddly while going in or out of the city. Just lay low. Trust me, sometimes being invisible is a boon rather than a curse."

"But you see us. You help us."

"Gin, don't be mistaken. I help you all because it helps me. These lessons are business. Me hiding you is to keep my sources of income going. It would be best if you remain vigilant, even with me."

"You'd betray us?"

"That's not what I'm saying. I'm saying keep your eyes open and don't blindly trust anyone. There's hardly anyone that's worthy of your trust anyway. And that's true for all beings. If you want the type of blind loyalty that will allow someone to jump in front of an attack or danger for you, take in a dog that you can afford to feed. As for me, I don't believe in going back on my word. I also believe in helping when it doesn't hurt me to do so, but ultimately, I'll watch out for my mother and myself first before I watch out for anyone else. Otherwise, I'd end up sold to the highest bidder and helping the seller count the coins. Think about it. I can't even trust my biological father to keep his wife from further antagonizing the victim of their crimes nor his blood related illegitimate child. Trust is always earned over a long period of time."

"I get it."

"Good. It's already dark outside. Go spend the night in the back room and leave in the morning when it's light out."

A young boy was tired of having his life dictated by the whims of others. He was identified as a bastard because his mother raised him as a single woman. He was identified as easy to bully because he had no backing. He was targeted by those in his father’s family because they saw him as an eyesore. They made it difficult for him to lead a decent life. 

He’s had enough. All he wanted is to be left alone, enjoy his life with his mother, and live by his own efforts. He decided since others wouldn’t let him live peacefully in the light, he’d make a life in the shadows where no one can take anything from him ever again.

Up until the summer of fifth grade, life Wass good. Nothing eventful going on, no friends place to go over to as my parents we're busy. My dad worked second shift and my mom had plans with the church group so she was gone a lot in the morning now. I usually spent my days waking up to the sound of my alarm set at 6:30, beeping at me, forcing me to turn it off. Then I would just do my morning routine consisting of washing my face and brushing my teeth, then watching the TV until my stomach grumbled at me with hunger. Nothing much, simple and boring. Until a few weeks into summer and things took a twisted turn.  

Author's Note : This book is based on real events that happened and are happening in my life. This book will contain topics of things relating to depression, anxiety, suicide, but it's also filled with love and hope that someday things will get better!  
~~ Hannah

Pov: Kris >:(

Hey I'm Kris Mage and I'm the popular guy in school, the topic of everyone's conversations, the guy who's dated at least 27 different girls... But that's not the only thing, I'm also super handsome and manly, everyone wants a piece of this charmer! Oh and I have the PERFECT morning routine, I get up out of bed- doing a back flip ( Spin on the spot, ) then I go brush my teeth, which I can do in under 30 seconds, then I go get some orange and mango juice out of the fridge, that I can drink under 30 seconds ( I often wipe the juice off my face onto my white shirt  ), I go change into my clothes and tadaa I'm done!! That is it, the perfect morning routine, well according to a comic I read it is. Uh... Oh right... I have a whole collection of comics, books and manga. Basically anything you can read, I've read. Yeah, It's nerdy as hell, but so long as no one finds out I'm a total freak it should be fine... Well, there is one person who knows I'm a book nerd, but they wouldn't DARE speak of it! EVER. A few years ago me and the guy were.... As much as I hate to say it... Fr- FRIENDS DAMMIT!!! We would go to my house on our bikes singing some stupid song, it went like "OOhhhhh!! Let's go!! Na na superrrr herrros on theee wayy!! YEA YEA YEA, Weeeee are gonna save the daaaaaay!!! No matter wha-" UGGGGGGGGHHH just thinking of it makes me cringe!!! Are voices would crack every time we sang "daaaaay." I can't believe I use to do that in public! All the kids we rode past would laugh at us, but we wouldn't care, we we're to caught up in the song... Actually... Some times I still hum the song while reading at night... B-but it's not like my voice cracks anymore, and plus I do it in my room, not on the pathway were everyone can hear me! Oh right- The day we stoped being friends... Err...

 It was the day a new comic was coming out, me and the guy had been talking 'bout it for weeks!! "Mega millions," it was about a middle schooler who wanted to become the worlds greatest hokey player, of course sports comics are the best!! When I got to school, I ran straight into my class, to the guys desk, and we started screaming out of joy, jumping on the spot and spinning around. Throughout the whole day, we talked in every class, just about mega millions, we got told of 'bout 10 times, ignoring the teachers. In period 6, the last class of the day, sport, and we were playing hokey! Being the nerds we were, we pretended to be the 2 main character from Mega millions, I was Vector, the rival, and the guy was Menji, the hero of the story. As we were playing and saying stupid nerdy lines, a group of kids came up to us, if I remember correctly there names were; Benonison, Jermenly and garatmon ( *Ben, Jeremy and garret. ) Of course, they were considered popular ( obviously not as popular as I am now. ) Our role-playing came to a hault as one of the boys grabed the guys shirt and threw him down, my mind stopped. My... Friend... Had been thrown to the ground. And now he was getting called names. "Nerd. Looser. Book freak." They even told him things like " No one likes you. Books are only for loosers like you. Just die. Go on and jump of a building." They even grabbed his bag. What was inside? It was mega millions. It had a sticky note stuck on the front cover, I didn't have enough time to read it at that moment. They proceeded the rip the book up in the guys face, screaming insults. Then they turned to look at me. Being... Being the worthless guy I am, I ran away knowing they hadn't seen my face to well. I ran and ran as I thought things like "they don't know I'm a book freak too, If I run they won't beat me up!" sliping and tumbling, I grabed my bike and peddled, I peddled so fast I thought my feet might break, heart beating as fast as my feet it could rip out of my chest. I was a coward. That night it rained, it hailed, it was cold. The next day riding to school, I didn't dare to sing. When I arrived at the destination and put my bike down ( dropped it ), I ran to where my fr- the guy had been beat up... Blood stains... And the sticky note in a pile of riped up paper. I walked slowly to where the sticky note layed. Picked it up and read it. "-For Kris, my best friend, I hope we can read this book together!" Mind blank. Tears Streaming down my face. I sunk to my knees. Hands on the cold wet ground. I stayed like that. I stayed like that for hours until a teacher found me. After that I never talked to the guy again. Well not like I use to... I started insulting him. Pushing him around. But not once did the guy push me back. I... I never wanted to run... I never wanted to leave him... Why am I such a worthless piece of-.... No, nevermind, I don't care. I'm popular now, I have everything anyone would want. I'm cool! I'm no coward!! Yeah! Yeah.... 

eat some spoiled milk Kris.


Oh I know some of this stuff dosn't line up with what the other charecter said in the previous chapter, I forgot about that when writing, oops. 

 I apologise for the lack of chapters, and for the story not being the best. I will work on getting better.

Have no idea why it says 'female leading', what does that even mean? Anyway gales a guy, wait do I say that in the story? Well there all guys, I forgot to make a girl, oh wait! Yuki! And those girls who steped on gayles books! Aww I totally forgot about those girls, not yuki, the book steppers, I'll make something horrible happen to them ☺️

4:00 AM, September 13th, 2000 CE

After spending the rest of his lucid time finishing the first book in the fundamental list, Michael woke up and went through his morning routine - exercise, shower, breakfast, run, shower, library. He was somehow growing fond of his routine - or at least the fact that he had one. It made his mornings much more predictable. Granted, it would soon be changing shortly, as he would be able to shower downstairs without having to go all the way up, but still - the routine helped, especially when he lacked motivation.

"I haven't had much success in adding in the yoga or internal martial arts stuff in the last few days - maybe I should consider doing them in the morning, before the morning exercise," he mused. The exercises were relatively low impact, and while he'd tried them in the morning before that had been after the current workout. Why not try flipping them around?

"I'll have to try that tomorrow," he decided as he walked into the library. Today's targets for collection: Chess, Piano, Music Theory, and a whole lot of Art books. Unfortunately, sometimes the world has other plans.

"Ah, Mr. Prout. Perfect timing. We're swapping out our collection of periodicals - here's an empty crate, and there are all the full ones. You probably won't finish this morning, but I'll need you to move the ones you haven't completed before the next class starts. You can pick it back up at lunch. Take as long as you need to to complete the task, but I trust that you won't do anything else during your library time until it is completed. Best of  luck!"

"...Good Morning, Mr. Maddox. No problem, Mr. Maddox..."

---

A slightly bedraggled Michael stumbled into Latin class just before the bell rang. Jeremy and Valeria had saved his seat, so he walked over while nodding his head appreciatively. He was too tired to even speak! Jeremy eyed him sympathetically.

"Wow, that library job is really putting him through the wringer... and I thought running a cyber cafe was hard...", he thought.

Little did he know that the only reason Michael was exhausted to this extent was because he'd tried to rush the job and finish this morning! He simply didn't want to lose his precious library time, and though he hadn't finished the job completely, he only had around 10% left. Even Mr. Maddox was surprised by his young assistant's zeal, though he simply chalked it up to the young man's zeal for books! 

Seconds after Michael finally sat down, the bell rang and the lecture started. Today's discussion was about the various paths to citizenship. This was a topic of great interest to most of the people in the room.

The first and easiest method was to inherit citizenship from one's parents. If both parents were hereditary citizens, their children would also be hereditary citizens, and very little could change that fact. In fact, only imperial decree was able to rescind hereditary citizenship, and in only very specific instances - for example, treason. 

The second method was closely associated with the first, which was to own land in the area of Italia, 'omnium terrarum parens' - the motherland of all lands. Oftentimes, if the Empire wanted to reward particularly meritorious service, they would grant a small parcel of land within Italia - these weren't hereditary and would be returned to the crown upon the holder's passing, unless the grantee was able to prove they were putting the land to particularly good use and contributing to the Empire.

Naturally, this led to a number of new innovations, and competition to hold and maintain that land within the Empire was quite fierce. Furthermore, while most families wouldn't let their land in Italia go unless it was pried from their cold dead hands - accidents happen. So when land did come up in the private market, serious battles could break out. 

The third method to gain citizenship, and the one most relevant to the students in the room, was serving with distinction during their military service term. Once one had gained a sufficient amount of merits, they could be redeemed for citizenship. However, the mandatory term was only two years, and there were very few positions in the military that would allow someone to earn sufficient merits in a mere two years - and even fewer available to individuals from the territories and colonies like them. The few that were were all incredibly dangerous. 

Since many wouldn't be able to gain citizenship in two years, they could either give up on that dream, hope to contribute to the Empire in some other sufficiently significant way - as an artist or scholar of great distinction, for example - or they could enlist for another term. This happened more often than not, especially for young people without families. The downside was naturally that the longer you were enlisted, the greater the risk. Many people would eventually give up their dream of citizenship, settle down and start a family. 

Without citizenship, though, they were restricted in how much they could grow - they could only move about, work, and start businesses in the territory of their birth, and they wouldn't be able to participate in the imperial democratic process. Therefore, very few were willing to give up on their dreams until they were in their late twenties at the earliest.

The final method of gaining citizenship was rarely heard of in the modern day, and that was being responsible for new lands joining the Empire. If a land had been undiscovered and either uninhabited, conquered, or convinced to join the Empire, the individuals responsible would be granted citizenship and often some level of control over the new territory. This had enticed many explorers, would-be conquerors, and diplomats to adventure out in the world, hoping to discover some new unknown land.

The eyes of many students in the class were bright with longing - not only for the promises of citizenship, but also glory. Everyone wanted to be the protagonist of their own great tale - unfortunately, the real world didn't work that way. Only a few people didn't seem as excited - namely Michael, Jeremy, and Valeria.

At the end of the lecture, most of the students left the class sharing excited murmurs as they discussed how many enemies they would defeat or what fantastic lands they would discover. 

Michael got up from his seat and joined his friends as they went out into the hall. He was anxious to get back to the library and finish his work. Unusually, his friends followed him. He looked over, puzzled. "What's going on?"

Jeremy shrugged. "Not much, we just decided to keep you company today. We've both brought our lunches and want to get some work done on our outlines - we've scheduled time with Mr. Maddox to review them and give us feedback today."

Michael nodded in understanding. "Cool. I won't be able to chat much, though, as I have to finish swapping out the periodicals. That and I have a bunch of reading to do." 

He then made his way towards the stairs down to the first floor with his usual pace. His friends had to half-jog to keep up.

"Don't get too full of yourself - we can take care of ourselves," Jeremy countered playfully. "What are you reading on? Looking for summary notes on the book? You should know that the library won't let you look at them, I already tried."

Michael shook his head. "No, nothing like that. It's just that I've taken an interest in playing chess and am looking for some new ideas."

"Chess? Wow, I didn't think you could be any more of a geek, but I stand corrected!", his friend beamed. His smile quickly turned mischievous, though, as he slyly continued. "However, you're in luck, because I just so happen to know an excellent chess player. In fact, you just met her last night..."

Michael immediately turned red and his head shook even more violently. "No way!", he declared. "I'm just getting started and I don't want to look like an idiot."

Jeremy burst out laughing. "Wow, man, Ms. Blackice wasn't enough? You've got another crush already. I can't wait to tell Ben. You better watch out, he's pretty protective of his big sister!"

"Shut up!", Michael sighed, exasperated. "And what do you mean Ms. Blackice? I don't know what you're talking about."

At the mention of a certain Mathematics teacher, Michael had begun to turn a shade of bright red. He feigned ignorance, poorly.

"Oh please - it doesn't take a genius to see those big moony eyes you make whenever she's teaching. Don't tell me you're just a fan of math, either, cuz you never look that way when Mr. Richard is teaching!"

"So what? Maybe Ms. Blackice is just a much better teacher!"

Michael's flimsy retort wouldn't stand up to the slightest inspection, and Jeremy was having too much fun at this point not to let him know it. 

"Suuuuure--"

Suddenly, a rarely heard voice interjected from between them.

"I play chess."

It's the turn of the 21st century in a world not unlike our own. 14 year-old Michael wakes up on the first day of high school with a nosebleed, a splitting headache, and the voice of someone claiming to be him from a number of years in the future in his head!

"We could have been, and we need to be, better... so, congratulations, I'm sorry, and good luck!"

Stuck with a somewhat overbearing voice in his head that seems hell-bent on ruining his life, Michael will have to survive such ordeals as... doing well in school, eating right, exercising and... learning demonic contract law? Stay tuned to find out!

Aria is a girl who in a past life died a heroic death saving the world from being conquered by evil so when she died the gods decided the give her a seconded chance at life so she was sent to one of the nine gods in charge of reincarnation the one she ended up with is the god of games. 
This story will be done in a RPG like fashion.

Nissa took me to the room she stays in, searching through her things until she found a small notebook, "Give this to Abra. If they see me giving it to her they'll know."

I nodded holding the small notebook in my hands, "What is it?"

"It's magic spells. Things I'd rather not let these people have." She clutched her chest, "Now go do your normal routines... don't look for me through the day... I don't want you to be a witness, it might only get you in more trouble."

Slowly stepping out of the room she sat on the bed. Looking defeated her hands fumbling with her dress, there's nothing she wanted me to do. And even if I wanted to help, my main priority was Kara. Walking through the corridors I marched to the garden. Seeing Kara working close to some maids. 

Making my way to her I poked her head, she looked up at me smiling wide and hugging me, "You took so long."

Giving her an apologetic look I took the scissors from her hand, "I'm sorry, I was asked to clean upstairs... have you seen Abra?"

She shook her head no, "... when are we leaving?"

"Soon." Or at least I hoped it would be that way.

Snipping at the bush I kept a close eye around us, hoping to spot Abra. It didn't seem like she was anywhere nearby, but I did see the woman that had spoken with Nissa inside.

The maids bowed to her and greeted her, "Good morning Lady Thina." They all greeted in unison, making it sound like music even.

I lowered my head and made sure Kara followed my lead, and the woman soon walked past her, stopping before me. She looked down on me, "Why did the prince assign you to his room?"

"I'm afraid you're mistaken, I've been assigned the garden, bathhouse, and one of the newest greenhouses," I explained thinking she might have me confused, hopefully, it didn't sound disrespectful.

"Is your name Hanany?" 

I nodded to her question and she scoffed at me.

"Then you have new tasks. Apparently, the head made is old and incompetent, still hasn't told you." She crossed her hands, pushing her red hair out of her face, "I expect you to know your routine by sundown, if you don't there will be consequences."

She walked away from us, but not before throwing some weird powder onto the plants, making them wilt. Her snickers heard from all the way where we were. Man, I'd claw her eyes out, she's got such a stuck up woman. 

"Stay far from that woman Kara," I warned, both encounters I've had so far with her have been either bad for me or someone else. So I knew he's was just bad in general.

Kara looked up at me worried, "She said you have a different routine... does that mean I won't see you anymore?"

"No, no that's so not happening. She's probably just crazy and confused me with another Hanany." It had to be it. Surely the prince or whoever that guy was wouldn't just change my routine... then again Nissa said they are dangerous. 

I bit my nails and looked away from Kara, this was so very bad. The maids looked our way a second before going back to their own work. 

"It's all wilted." I heard Kara mention, seeing as she was touching the bush we had been cutting. 

Great, how would we deal with this? I'm sure it would more than likely get us in trouble. And that lady would surely enjoy seeing us suffer.

"Um... I'll ask for help." I walked over to the other maids but they all ignore me. Looking away or just glaring at me and continuing their work, "Are you all serious?" Some of them rolled their eyes at me.

Fantastic, absolutely fantastic...wait... the book. I walked back to Kara and sneakily opened the book, I learned how to read from both father and mother, so surely I could figure this out. The scribbles in the pages where words I could barely make out. 

But reading through it I briefly read through spells of different elements. Trying my hardest to find one for plants if there even was any. Finding something about revitalization, best I could find yet.

"What is that?" Kara asked me, leaning over to see the book.

I pressed my finger up to my lips, "I'm going to try and fix the plant." I read the page real quick and didn't see any ingredients or powder needed, just speak the words while holding onto whatever will be revitalized.

I sucked in a deep breath and hid the book after memorizing quickly the words, "bring back the life, that was cut with a knife. Give it another season, for no good reason."

And the bush began to bloom again, becoming even greener than the ones around it. I gasped seeing it even get a slightly blue color in its leaves, Kara's mouth hung open watching the bush grow tall.

I quickly grabbed the scissors and cut the branches growing too much, and anywhere that looked to blue I snapped off too. My hand felt swollen, when I looked down it was red, was this a side effect of the plant or the spell?

"Keep cutting it, Kara..." I handed her the scissors. Looking around if anyone was watching I took the book back out, surely it should mention if this could happen. But there was nothing of the sort written there, maybe it really had been an effect of the tree. 

I pulled my sleeve down to cover my arm and ignored the pain. Grabbing another pair of scissors to help Kara. Biting my lip I gave a look around again and everyone was looking over at us. We continued as if everything was normal, keeping our heads low. 

Abra appeared out of nowhere and stood beside me, "Just what happened here?"

Her eyes on the bush I swallowed hard, "No idea, Lady Shiva has wilted it first and then this happened..." I look her in the eyes as I spoke, "I thought it was normal, right Kara."

"Um... yes," Kara answered, her voice shaky.

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