this is just a book im reading and need the audio function! so dont waste time here im already in chapte 55 or something

New Journalist Violet Preston has longed for a position at "Wake Up World", a local journalism and news center for gifted writers. She aced the interview but on day one she did not expect to freak out, faint, and fall in love with the most handsome man on the team, Allen "Mickey" Dayne: her supervisor! Will she play it cool or find out that the best stories are love stories?

Wake Up, Eat, Story, Sleep.

This was his routine in his days now,he would wake up they would eat hard loaf bread and eat some stew, then after that his dad would leave to hunt and his mum would read him a story,it was simple and an enjoyable as otherwise he would train his body but that would have to wait till he is at least reached 4 years old , until this point in time due to being in the development stages. He still enjoyed being in the company of his mother trying to teach him motor skills,  verbal and basic calculations even if for him they were trivial.

For Mason he gathered knowledge as the days he was able to convince his parents to get history books and more stories .

Through his pursuits into the books he learned that most of the history of this world, events, heroes and king's .The society was a feudal system governed by the apex of humanity, Mages. One but one history book made him have a revelation.

The book detailed the history of the great sages.

 From what he discovered from the first book was revealed that the rise of power of mages only begun  200 years before as the world's magic has become much more stable and not as volatile as it used to be, Most mages before would go mad when absorbing the chaotic currents of magic which was in the air  and this world suffered magical calamities before the age of mages which were not dissimilar to his own but during a massive magic calamity which would reduce the civilisation to scraps , but as the book stated it seems 10 immensely powerful mages seemingly made this calamity disappear causing magical currents to stabilise and calamity's to stop,  hence the age of mages was born, A fter this they created noble houses of their own and none could stand in their way if they wanted to due to their power as they carved the human populated areas into 10 distinct lands they rules , Elfs had their method of dealing with the issue on there own which they never revealed to humanity ,This seemed to grow a grude against elves ,Mason also he needed to take into account if it was doctored to make Elfs seem more evil and malicious than they were, Dwarfs where safe in there holds and beastmen where unaffected due to being unable to use magic in anyform.

The human empire he was in currently was build upon many noble factions which owned lands as if lords of the area, Each great noble faction can be traced to 10 great mages  where the true lords of this land and the lesser noble faction where people who developed magic organs and where recognised by the great nobles , but as a mage they would still afforded the status of a Noble by commoners due to their power and nobles which have not developed the mage organ.

He was suspicious of the mages removing this blight of magical calamity's and if this world he occupied had a time dilation effect it could be hypothesized that the Phenomena which happens on earth is actually a result of this worlds mages, This made Mason angry which as an emotion he barely knew as he becomes cold and calculated in his old job but it seemed this world was warming him up to normal emotions. He asked his self why was his world was torn asunder by the reckless machinations of mages from ANOTHER WORLD!, He calmed down as he knew full well by complaining and being consumed by the anger he would only waste his time.

Mason lacked so much information and he was angered by this but he knew his parents probably don't have the status to obtain it.

In his anger, he distracted himself by fiddling with the book as she looked at the back of the book the book it said,  Property of Library of Heatherine Magic Acadamy. He realised now there were not only normal schools which he presumed which were only for nobles but those for mages, He knew full well he couldn't enter he needed to probably try to get books somehow from there a library or get into the area to eavesdrop a class.

This made Mason very happy as he harvested knowledge and knew his future goals to pursue the path of a mage but it still was foggy like an unknown path. What he previously called phenomena and its true nature as magic and mana, Maybe the lightning bolt what killed him was actually a malevolent entity wishing to end his life after all.

The Year is 2129 ,phenomena appeared within the month of June like a apocalypse decimating areas of the world where magical like anomalies appeared destroying areas like malevolent entities and it did so as if warping reality to its whim ,A new profession of analysers was born which analyse this phenomena where they must understand all the concepts of science there minds can comprehend to deduct these phenomena and try to scientifically justify it to try to save the peoples lives.
This will have transmigration element as the main factor, i now its cliche .This is just a little project im working on in spare time just to try out writing a novel for the first time   so please do give criticism where is due and help me correct and improve.

"I am not certain of what she saw, but I showed a fragment. I showed her the top student of the school: Eulalia Fortunatorum, the girl whom the young Forsaken has been with. The girl who disappeared many years ago, the one who is suspected to be the first victim."

"Why did you show her Eulalia?" The king asks. "Sheila."

"I believe she is her master." Sheila says in a voice filled with certainty. "The Council believes that Eulalia is dead, but no. I do not. Jonathan—that Forsaken, I believe that such treasure is far too important for him to lose."

"Eulalia Fortunatorum. A woman... I forgot how she even looked. But praises about her outstanding performance reached even the castle."

"Everyone knew Eulalia. At least the scholars, and the Council, who will always set her example as the first victim. To set a meaningless campaign of never-ending wordsays regarding the capture of that Warlock." Sheila says, as if to recollect bitter memories, her voice laced with annoyance.

The king sat motionless, like an unmoving paint: tethered and glued. His gaze wandered into nothing, mind lost in deep thought. "Nightmare," he exclaims softly, "the disease—or rather—the curse he inflicted, or no, the curse inflicted by the Ancient Warlock."

"The Nightmare of Zuerst." Sheila says; a mutter to only herself. "The Nightmare... a Heilen... I wonder,"

**

Faustina found herself trying to understand and study various contexts and concepts that have been nothing but foreign matters that perhaps out of her reach—things that she never thought she'd have to learn, or experience back when she was at Eula's care. She sat by the chair, her elbow prompting over the table as she studies. Pile of books were at the side, stacked up neatly by her schedule for the week. A thick book of theology, philosophy, and history were arranged next to each other, whilst books like biology, literature and of course—magic—was opened in front of her.

It was raining outside, and the night was at its peak. The soft sounds of raindrops trickling down the leaves and vines enveloping the castle walls outside her windows let out a murmuring rustle. The crickets whispered along with winds cooing her into comfort. 

She stopped studying for a while, and pulled her journal from the bottom of the books. She wrote in a beautiful, intricate way—like telling something tentatively over someone—similar to writing a very thoughtful letter; she wrote in cursive:

"Eula," She writes, a bit of a pain in her chest as she writes to her dead master.

"It has been a month ever since I started 'training' as I wish to call it. It composed of things such as Etiquette, Philosophy, Theology, and of course... Magic. Yes, I have been learning magic. All of these were taught in basics, mostly spent in lectures, of course. I also learnt a bit of Literature and Music, but learning has been a bit rushed. I need to study even in weekends, day to night to keep up.

"And will you be proud if I tell you that I actually enjoy it? Learning something new, and of course being aware that it is for the betterment of my future. The teachers that the king picked for me were really nice."

"The teacher for theology was Sheila. She was a good instructor; clear, precise, and very detailed when teaching. But somehow she was very cold. I remember a quote from Holy Bachmernof, "darkness grows strong when light rules." I can remember how I failed to interpret how it meant, and how she sighed in annoyance and exasperation. Her demeanor towards me did not improve over the course of weeks we have been together. I want to be friends with her, if that is possible."

"I have learnt so much from Mrs. Lovellia, my teacher for Etiquette, about socializing more with people, how I need to be good and prompt as a noble lady, well of course IF I was one. But even if I am not, I have taken her words at heart as well. She was a strict instructor, yet very fun and charming."


"That being said, my magic teacher was somebody different. A man named Orwell, a scholar at the Academy. He was also my instructor for History and Philosophy. These subjects were by far the most enjoyable ones. Mr. Orwell has been the one with the closest age to me, and so communicating with him was rather easier compared to talking to the priestess or anyone else. Peculiarly, he was not that inquisitive. Perhaps, he respected my personal space."

---

Faustina smiled as she closed the leather of her journal. She adjusted the dimly-lit lamp and then repositioning her book in front of her, she slowly turned it to the next page, revealing a certain picture embedded on the book.

A dragonfly emblem. 

The book was the property of Orwell, a book from the academy that he managed to sneak out. She scanned its contents.

𝕸𝖆𝖌𝖎𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖉𝖙.
𝖕𝖆𝖌𝖊 1102. 𝖛𝖔𝖑𝖚𝖒𝖊 9. 𝕾𝕮𝕳𝕺𝕺𝕷 𝕺𝕱 𝕸𝕬𝕲𝕴𝕮.

Magierstadt, page 1102, volume 9; SCHOOL OF MAGIC.

Faustina read it carefully. It summed up into how it is a school for magicians from Zuerst and Zweite alike—and most importantly, how it shall give the highest form of education for the 'blessed' and 'chosen ones'. Faustina found herself engrossed in reading, not noticing the knock in her door.

The next page was a picture of a beautiful man, hair of silver and eyes... eyes a beautiful color of purple. The distinct color of the highest form of magic, as Orwell said. 

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕾𝖈𝖍𝖔𝖔𝖑𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗.

The schoolmaster. It was a picture dating back into year 409, where the academy was founded. It was the year 1000 now. The image was preserved through magic and replicated to many books. Faustina stared in sheer fascination, that she noticed little of the man behind her.

"Studying so late?" The king asks. 

"Noah?"

On a secluded mountain situated upon a kingdom known as Feuersturm, resides a seemingly trifling cabin with an unlikely duo as its inhabitant—a witch, and her apprentice who presumably comes from a clan sought after by slave traders. 

Faustina is a sixteen-year-old girl who fled the slave market with the help of a sickly witch named Eula, who later on trained her as an apprentice for the span of seven years. 

Plagued with a mysterious disease for several years, Eula died despite the efforts Faustina had exerted to cure her; in her last breath, she left an odd request behind. 

"Sustain the king's life. This is your duty. Do not adhere to the prophecy."

To which the odd plea shadowed a bizarre series of events, a consequential sentence; similar to that of a premonition. The same night the phrase was muttered, the chain of events followed:

A warlock's intrusion to their home, with a peculiar yearning to resurrect Eula from the dead...

and the king himself, asking for Faustina’s aid.

- > Photo used is RE-DRAWN by Chainslock from the manhwa: 【폭군의 번역기가 되어버렸다 | AUTHOR: 샤무아】

『The image is redrew to fit the character description. Credits to the artist for the reference photo.』

[1-2 chapters a day (GMT+8)]

Suffice to say, my trip to the bank was a success, better than that actually. I managed to obtain the title of 'Heir Black' due to my family members being in a prison known as Azkaban.

There was also another relative, but she was already married into another family somewhere else so I didn't care about that.

Also due to some ancient magic being on the 'Dovah' family I could instantly claim Lordship if I wished. I was hesitant at first and decided to do so later on due to me being the last member alive and not wanting to draw attention to myself. 

I took out various books and even some galleons and gems from some vaults and stored them in my trunk.

The books I had scanned over during the rest of summer and learnt a lot about the 'Dovah' family.

It's said to be the most ancient family before magic itself where beasts ruled the land. Dovah used to be a title in which the strongest held, that being a dragon.

The Dovah family that inherited that title would also inherit the power and skills that go with it.

Once I got home the books were out and I read through a lot of them. Each contained a myriad of information extending beyond Hogwarts' library. Even some black books contained some unknown spells which were... very dangerous.

I also looked into the history of the Black family and saw the member known as "Sirius Black" being in prison and it confused me greatly. A lot of his history was noted down before his time at school and during it and I found it hard to believe that he ended up in prison due to apparent betrayal.

I also learnt that a lot of dark people got off from trials due to claiming one of the unforgivable curses. That stupefied me. How can one be that dumb to just believe such a thing? Firstly we have fucking truth potions, like just dose the lot of em and all is good. Or, now this is a big or... Have them swear on their magic that they're innocent. I don't get why people rarely use such a thing. Ok I get that it may backfire and needs to be worded very correctly and properly but still.

This is why I'm happy that I entered the wizarding world after I grew up and matured slightly due to the muggle one.

Enough with the books, I took out multiple gems and looked each of them over. One could tell they were authentic just from the gleam along with their weight. They priced pretty high, but I had no use for money now. I'd either go into a vault and take it or just use the stone embedded in my skin. The later option would probably be the way I'd go due to not wanting to rely on others support. 

Each gem was in the palms of my hand and multiple numbers regarding each stone appeared in my mind. These were the EMC values for these items. If I want to transmute them the item would have to either have the same amount to transform, or lower to transform and leave some left overs.

I slowly pushed the energy within my hand down my right hand and into my palm. I closed my hand and my eyes shut as I squinted tightly.

A light erupted from within my palms and I opened it to reveal three items, blue, green and red.

They were all purely made of gemstone. They were knives each shining in the light. The thing I hadn't thought of was the fact that these were not your normal gem stones. Sitting in a vault, especially such an ancient one allowed them to be worth much more than the ordinary stone and hold much more energy.

That entails more puncturing power, faster speed once thrown and finally magic piercing, how did I figure this out? I tested them. I imbued magic within my palm and punched a wooden stool leg and it broke on instant contact. The knife I jabbed instantly cut it in two.

The knife can cut through my skin once imbued with magic with ease so I came to this conclusion.

Christmas came and I was alone. I expected nothing as usual, but got a surprise when a beautiful owl arrived at my window containing a letter. The symbol seemed familiar and I opened it up, after all second year at Hogwarts was nearing.

To: Jake Embers,

We would like to formally invite you to the Greengrass Ball, curtsy of Daphne Greengrass. We hope to receive your confirmation in due haste as it begins next week at 6PM.

Signed From: Greengrass Estate (Fuck knows how these letters are written this is it...)

Confusion was evidently written on my face before a smile tugged on my lips. I guess I wasn't being so socially inactive if I were invited to one of these. I mused the thought of revealing myself as an Heir. I mean I think I'm a confirmed Pureblood now, unfortunately my families name wasn't written on the parchment which definitely confused the Goblin and I'd have to converse that with them at a later date.

I put away the parchment and wrote my own in response confirming my arrival. I guess the rest of break wasn't going to not be enjoyable.

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Suffice to say, my trip to the bank was a success, better than that actually. I managed to obtain the title of 'Heir Black' due to my family members being in a prison known as Azkaban.

There was also another relative, but she was already married into another family somewhere else so I didn't care about that.

Also due to some ancient magic being on the 'Dovah' family I could instantly claim Lordship if I wished. I was hesitant at first and decided to do so later on due to me being the last member alive and not wanting to draw attention to myself. 

I took out various books and even some galleons and gems from some vaults and stored them in my trunk.

The books I had scanned over during the rest of summer and learnt a lot about the 'Dovah' family.

It's said to be the most ancient family before magic itself where beasts ruled the land. Dovah used to be a title in which the strongest held, that being a dragon.

The Dovah family that inherited that title would also inherit the power and skills that go with it.

Once I got home the books were out and I read through a lot of them. Each contained a myriad of information extending beyond Hogwarts' library. Even some black books contained some unknown spells which were... very dangerous.

I also looked into the history of the Black family and saw the member known as "Sirius Black" being in prison and it confused me greatly. A lot of his history was noted down before his time at school and during it and I found it hard to believe that he ended up in prison due to apparent betrayal.

I also learnt that a lot of dark people got off from trials due to claiming one of the unforgivable curses. That stupefied me. How can one be that dumb to just believe such a thing? Firstly we have fucking truth potions, like just dose the lot of em and all is good. Or, now this is a big or... Have them swear on their magic that they're innocent. I don't get why people rarely use such a thing. Ok I get that it may backfire and needs to be worded very correctly and properly but still.

This is why I'm happy that I entered the wizarding world after I grew up and matured slightly due to the muggle one.

Enough with the books, I took out multiple gems and looked each of them over. One could tell they were authentic just from the gleam along with their weight. They priced pretty high, but I had no use for money now. I'd either go into a vault and take it or just use the stone embedded in my skin. The later option would probably be the way I'd go due to not wanting to rely on others support. 

Each gem was in the palms of my hand and multiple numbers regarding each stone appeared in my mind. These were the EMC values for these items. If I want to transmute them the item would have to either have the same amount to transform, or lower to transform and leave some left overs.

I slowly pushed the energy within my hand down my right hand and into my palm. I closed my hand and my eyes shut as I squinted tightly.

A light erupted from within my palms and I opened it to reveal three items, blue, green and red.

They were all purely made of gemstone. They were knives each shining in the light. The thing I hadn't thought of was the fact that these were not your normal gem stones. Sitting in a vault, especially such an ancient one allowed them to be worth much more than the ordinary stone and hold much more energy.

That entails more puncturing power, faster speed once thrown and finally magic piercing, how did I figure this out? I tested them. I imbued magic within my palm and punched a wooden stool leg and it broke on instant contact. The knife I jabbed instantly cut it in two.

The knife can cut through my skin once imbued with magic with ease so I came to this conclusion.

Christmas came and I was alone. I expected nothing as usual, but got a surprise when a beautiful owl arrived at my window containing a letter. The symbol seemed familiar and I opened it up, after all second year at Hogwarts was nearing.

To: Jake Embers,

We would like to formally invite you to the Greengrass Ball, curtsy of Daphne Greengrass. We hope to receive your confirmation in due haste as it begins next week at 6PM.

Signed From: Greengrass Estate (Fuck knows how these letters are written this is it...)

Confusion was evidently written on my face before a smile tugged on my lips. I guess I wasn't being so socially inactive if I were invited to one of these. I mused the thought of revealing myself as an Heir. I mean I think I'm a confirmed pureblood now, unfortunately my families name wasn't written on the parchment which definitely confused the Goblin and I'd have to converse that with them at a later date.

I put away the parchment and wrote my own in response confirming my arrival. I guess the rest of summer wasn't going to not be enjoyable.

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Jiang Cheng's father, Jiang Dejun, was a very traditional man especially when it came to his work. He always considered himself a traditional scholar and held himself to old traditional ideas. 

So when Jiang Cheng applied to Shanghai Drama Academy, although Jiang Dejun eventually nodded his agreement, he still held some reservations.

Jiang Dejun had always wanted Jiang Cheng to inherit his so-called traditional culture and ideas, so he always wanted him to become something along the lines of a literary major or a history major, he didn't expect Jiang Cheng to choose the performing arts.

He had always held a biased opinion against actors and the entertainment industry and though acting was considered part of the arts he viewed it as something of lower rank. 

In the past, Jiang Cheng always wanted to prove to his father that even if he became an actor in the future, he wouldn't forget the culture, traditions, and ideas inherited from Chinese civilization and would instead strive to promote them.

The old Jiang Cheng thought of writing a book. He thought if he could write a book that could gain Jiang Dejun's admiration and respect, he would have no objections.

It was a pity that although he was very smart and held outstanding academic achievements since childhood, engaging in book publishing and editing work since childhood, his fondness of literature and writing alone wasn't enough when it actually came down to it.

Writing a book was very difficult.

After all, writing one wasn't just writing whatever came to mind but the long-term accumulation of skill and writing material.

Therefore, although the original Jiang Cheng always held such an idea it unfortunately never came to fruition.

But there was no such problem now. Jiang Cheng had a lifetime of memories and experiences. Not to mention Jiang Cheng himself was a screenwriter, a master of storytelling. In his memories there were a huge number of best-selling books, more than a decade's worth. 

However, considering his current age and identity, Jiang Cheng decided to plagiarize the future historical book: 'Stories About The Ming Dynasty' that would become popular in the south and the north.

In the past, when it came to history, the first thing people thought of was the rigid records of history textbooks. Rarely did anyone except those studying the subject deliberately consult those history books. It was because the books were truly unsightly!

Except for those without much choice or the truly enthusiastic no one else would be willing to troll through thick chunks of information filled with nothing but facts and dates. 

But the emergence of "Stories About The Ming Dynasty" had broken those previous conventions, letting people realize for the first time that history could be written like this.

Although it delivered the same information, the writing method used by the author was different. It was a kind of fresh brushwork full of vitality, the characters seemed like they were all about to jump out of the book.

With his pen, the historical figures were no longer rigid names you had to memorize for an exam but real people. As the Ming Dynasty experienced its ups and downs, you couldn't stop reading. 

True to the opening words of the book: [History should be fun to read]. The author did his best to make learning about the Ming Dynasty enjoyable.

As a screenwriter, Jiang Cheng knew that the success of a good book was one that allowed the reader to have a strong sense of substitution when reading it. If there was a sense of substitution, the reader would unconsciously fall into the world of the book and would read on not wanting to stop; on the contrary, if there was no sense of substitution, the reader would just place the book down and move on.

Undoubtedly, the previous rigid history books wouldn't give anyone a sense of substitution. 

Especially now so, as technology developed and people became less and less interested in researching the past and reading ancient texts. With less and less need in real life, there were fewer and fewer people who studied history.

"Stories About The Ming Dynasty" was different. The author Mingyue used humorous language to narrate those historical events like they were telling a story. The historical characters were given humanity and character, this made them feel more like humans with flesh and blood, people that had actually lived once upon a time. 

The reader discovered over time that the emperors and princes in history too were ordinary people, they too had joys and sorrows, as well as worries and fears. As if passing through space and time, the reader felt a strong resonance and those historical figures and historical events seemed to be within reach.

This book successfully increased interest in history. Showing that history wasn't something only for professors but something that everyone could touch.

Therefore, writing this book could not only cope with Jiang Dejun's complaints, but also indirectly ignite his fame, killing two birds with one stone, especially since he was most in need of fame now, why not?

Getting excited as he thought of his plan, Jiang Cheng immediately acted.

First of all, he found lots of books about the Ming Dynasty. After all, it was a thing of his previous life. Jiang Cheng's memory of the book was only an approximation, he only remembered the language style, as well as the overarching plot. 

Moreover, Jiang Cheng didn't intend to copy Mingyue word for word, it would only be a loose frame, he wanted to write something that was his own.

Fortunately, his father had a plethora of history books if nothing else.

After selecting a couple of relevant ones, Jiang Cheng turned on the desktop again and opened up Word.

The first input was a huge title- [Stories About The Ming Dynasty]

Then the famous sentence under the title: [History should be fun to read] 

The title of the first chapter "Emperor Hongwu" followed and as the story of the legendary emperor Zhu Zhongba slowly unfolded, the book also began to take shape little by little....

Jiang Cheng a screenwriter is reincarnated to 2001, into the seventeen-year-old body of another Jiang Cheng. 

Clutching onto the dreams of his previous life he attempts to succeed where he previously failed. 

He starts from scratch, as a small-time screenwriter writing television shows and movie scripts. 

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Her eyes clouded with darkness at her sudden turn of thoughts, but Adriel, who was next to her, thought she had turned gloomy because she had seen the new couple. When he first found out from his mother that he was to escort the daughter of the Warrington duke, he was suspicious. Although his mother told him that she owed the Duchess of Warrington a favor, he was still doubtful that there was something else behind the favor. So he had his men investigate and he found out who he was escorting. Even though he didn't discover everything about her, he did find out that she was an illegitimate daughter, but something else was even more odd. Rumors were that she was very close to the heir of the Harrison nobles, Dominic. Rumors also were that they had deep feelings for each other which caused them to rebel against their families. 

At first, Adriel didn't believe in the nonsense. It sounded like something straight of out of a silly play. Even more so, if she was really harboring deep feelings for the Harrison heir, then why would she want him to be her escort for one of the most important events in her life? So, he brushed it aside as another nonsensical rumor that high society had blown out of proportion. But, at the moment, when he saw her deep in thought with a grim look in her eyes, he realized that there must have been some truth to the rumor. For some reason, that made him uncomfortable and he gripped her hand even harder, snapping her out of her daze. 

"Your H-Highness," she stuttered, not expecting to be caught looking in their direction. Her behavior made him even more annoyed, particularly when she saw them meet eyes. 

"Miss Warrington, the next song is starting." Before she had a chance to speak, he had already dragged her to dance again. In the midst of their dance, he found himself contemplating on his actions. He hadn't expected to be so childish. He already knew about the rumors, yet why did seeing the rumors happen before his eyes bother him as much as they did? He had never felt so irritated for something so foolish, but there was a first time for everything. 

Now that a couple of hours had passed, he came to realize that he didn't find her the way he expected her to be, at all. He expected a spoiled and infatuated socialite, but she was neither spoiled nor infatuated. At least infatuated with him. He didn't like the presumption and continued to steer her to dance, preventing others from asking the main star of the night to dance. It was very puerile of him but he subconsciously found her company more enjoyable than he originally thought. 

On the nth song, he could hear soft wheezes and suddenly realized that he had exhausted her. How could he forget that although the excessive movement didn't bother him due to his stamina, the only enduring with him was just a meek and protected noble young lady? "Miss Warrington..." his apology had gotten stuck in his throat. What could he apologize for? Being immature for the first time in his eighteen years of life? "You seem tired, how about we take a break?" The look of relief on her face added on his guilt and he guided her back to their seats. He ignored the looks of the nobles who looked at him like he was a fool. He probably was for looking like a love struck fool. He had prevented others from dancing with her for a long time, so the rumors would be rampant. 

Xiao Yunhua was still catching her breath when they finally sat down. For some reason, the moment that Dominic and Liliana entered, the crown prince had a sudden burst of energy to dance nonstop, and he dragged her with him. Hence, she was forced to endure and used up all her energy to keep up with him. Her feet ached and she was sure they were going to bleed at any time. She couldn't imagine the horror if she wore a corset. 

Her eyes wandered to the people staring at them, especially her, with a newfound interest. Even she was confused, nonetheless the nobles. The crown prince wasn't interested in her, so why did he want to dance with her for so long? She was sure that if she didn't show signs of fatigue, he would've kept going. 

Had he acted like this for his other appearances with his other partners? 

No. 

According to the rumors, the few times that the crown prince made an appearance, he was very rarely dancing or actually involved with his partner. So that meant that her debutant party had encouraged him to be more involved? No matter which way she looked at it, she found the situation weird. 

Her wandering eyes met the Duchess who looked very pleased with her. In the years that she had lived with her, this was the first time that her green eyes didn't remind Xiao Yunhua of a snake. Instead; they were filled with joy and sparkles like a young maiden. The Duchess' lips curled into a gentle smile when she realized that Violetta was looking at her, like an encouraging mother. 

The only thing that Xiao Yunhua could think was...creepy. 

Even when she acted like she enjoyed her company, she didn't go this far. The Duchess right now was just too different in comparison to her usual and her acting. 

Xiao Yunhua shook her head and ignored the smiling Duchess, her eyes scanning even more until they met the warm chocolate brown eyes that belong to a person that she hadn't seen for months. Ever since his knighting ceremony and his oath to protect her, she had been swept away in the preparations for the debutant party, which was her coming of age. Earlier, they had met eyes for a couple of seconds, but now, they were really looking at each other. She couldn't decipher what he was thinking and neither could he. Their locked eyes weren't noticed by the buzzing crowd and the people who were minding their own business and occasionally looking in her direction. No one would've guessed that the young miss of the Warrington Household, who was looking forward, was actually looking at the distant Harrison Knight. 

No one but Adriel, the crown prince who was seated next to Violetta. Not only did the weird feeling of irritation grow in his chest again, but he wanted to avert her eyes back to him. He couldn't understand, they had just met. Why could she cause him to be irritated like this? 

He cleared his throat, hoping to get her attention. When he realized that she was still looking at the noble son and knight, he asked, "Miss Warrington, what is it that you're staring so intensely at?" Once the words were out of his mouth, she froze and so did he. 

Turning to him, she was speechless and he couldn't blame her. He sounded like a jealous husband who had caught his wife eyeing other men. Other than being her escort, he was not her fiancé nor did he have any right to question her with such a tone, but neither he nor she had the compulsion to say it. 

In the end, she murmured an apology and turned her attention to him fully. The awkward atmosphere that followed could only be dispelled with a random topic that she brought up, "So, Your Highness seems to enjoy books?" Out of all the things she could say, she said something she saw thanks to the system! She hoped that he wouldn't interrogate her about where she learned that from, which luckily, he didn't. Instead, he nodded curtly and didn't pay attention to how she knew about it. She wanted to continue so she asked, "Which books would you say is your favorite?" He was surprised to see her asking this question because he, himself, had never thought about it. 

"I can't list a single one particularly, but I do enjoy quite a few." He proceeded to list a couple of names and she widened her eyes. Even though enjoyed the romance genre, the books he listed were militaristic and unsuitable for a young lady. Fortunately, she had gotten bored and read many things, including the titles that he said. 

"Oh, I enjoy those books too!" Now, it was his turn to be surprised. A young lady would never read those brute books because they were purely strategic and too much for their delicacy. But, he was astonished when she began to list them with details. Soon, he found himself fervently conversing with her and she with him. Since he focused on his studies and swordsmanship, he didn't speak with a lot of people nor had a lot of hobbies. Reading was one of his rare hobbies, but the books he enjoyed weren't very enjoyable to the general public, nonetheless a young lady. But she was on track with him and even remembered small details that he had brushed over. He didn't know that she had a photographic memory that helped her cheat, he just assumed that her level of intelligence was high. 

Her aura of maturity when he first saw her was really brought to light when she discussed things beyond her age and beyond what a fragile young miss should know. By now, his prejudice that she was a bratty young miss had completely disappeared and in its place was the idea that he was speaking to someone on his level, a crown prince of a nation who had been trained to be good at everything. The topic diverted from books to swordsmanship and he was shocked to find out that she knew many things about it. Her eyes sparkled with interest when she asked him questions in regards to his techniques, like she was a student learning from a teacher. Throughout their entire talk, she could feel a burning stare in their direction and she had the feeling that she knew who was the one having the state. Judging from its direction, it was definitely Dominic who was watching them interact and chat easily about their interests. He suddenly remembered the very first time that she had invited him for tea, his time with Augustine and her. They had done exactly what she was doing with the crown prince: chatting away with ease. The brightness in her eyes made the ache in his heart more evident. He felt a light tap on his arm and turned to his partner, Liliana, who smiled at him. Even though she smiled at him, he could sense the sadness behind it. Even she could see that his mind and heart were elsewhere, nonetheless the few nobles around them. 

"Dominic," although she usually didn't call him by his first name, she did so to help his reputation and to stop the mouths from moving from his obvious stare. "Do you want to try this?" She indicated a cake and he felt like she was so humorously random, but immediately realized that he had been distracted too much to where people were beginning to notice. He shot her a look of gratefulness and nodded. He didn't even notice the cake nor the flavor in his mouth, but it helped to distract him from the couple that were getting along.

"I wouldn't be surprised if Miss Warrington knew how to handle a sword since you're so knowledgeable about it." When he uttered those words, she went silent. She frowned and shook her head.

"Unfortunately, all I know is from reading. As a daughter of nobility, Your Highness should know that I have many limitations." The only thing she learned was how to be obedient and learn other miscellaneous things she found useless but were beneficial for a noble young lady to be a wife. Thinking of marriage, her heart felt heavy again as she looked up at Adriel. 

A crazy idea began to brew in her head, which was too ridiculous for real life, but not ridiculous enough to not want to try it... 


After undergoing a traumatic experience set up by her stepsister, Xiao Yunhua ended her life at the tender age of eighteen. Instead of going on to the afterlife or the cycle of reincarnation, she found herself forced to bound to a goddess system. 

For the condition of going to different worlds and stealing the hearts of different ‘targets’, Xiao Yunhua was promised unparalleled beauty and talent.

But the further she went, the more that she realized there was a sinister ploy at play. 

The system that was meant for making her feel and be more beautiful... was all a game of manipulation? 
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