A mysterious encounter resulted in four colleagues being transported to a whole new world, where magic thrives and danger lurks.  The four young adults had to restart their lives from an infant stage, with newfound powers and bearing whole new identities that even their companions do not recognise.

Realising that they were bestowed with divine gifts pushing their talent and prowess far above the natives of the world, they quickly capitalised on that, moving on to rediscover and fulfill their innermost desires.

However, they would soon come to realise that this new world was not as simple as they imagined it to be.

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No updates for as long as this sentence is here. Will come back to continue this again in the future

After the invasion on Earth, AD 2948, many children and adults lost their lives of got injured. A young girl, Hazel, and her friends decided to take revenge for the many lives of Earth and to banish Saturn from returning. The fictional tale includes sci - fi, possibly romance, and a lot of fantasy. How would they take back Earth? Would they get caught? How are they going to survive? There are loads of questions to ask but, most books have a happy ending? Will this one have one too?

The next few weeks was incredibly eye opening for Ron, his siblings and is friends as they saw how powerful, incredible and useful magic could be. Although Sirius, Harry and the  Weasley's were in agreement that both Sirius and Harry should move to the Burrow, the living space wasn't capable of holding two more members for long periods of time. And so, the kids witnessed their parents working together with other Wizards and Witches, Goblins and a pretty rude House Elf and turning the Burrow into a House worthy of holding one of the oldest collection of Ancient Magical Tomes, Grimoires and books of history of the Wizarding world. Honestly, Ron had never had to focus on his Occlumency so hard, just to keep in his laughter, ``I can't believe you would have these books just laying around your study! What would you do if someone were to steal them?!'' Sirius had just finished when Amos joined in and asked Arthur to explain himself, ``These books contain ancient knowledge that in the wrong hands would bring horrific results! What were you thinking?!''. Arthur looked at them and meekly said, ``Well, these books have been sitting there for a long time and honestly, we didn't even know they existed!''

This time it wasn't just Sirius and Amos, the rest of the adults present joined in and started to `give suggestions' to Molly and Arthur. Even the mild mannered Remus joined in and started to shout with the others. The only reason they stopped was that Pandora and Blaire sent Kreacher to get Molly as it was dinner time. ``Go away Kreacher! We are busy at the moment!'' Sirius shouted at Kreacher but instead of going away, he just looked at Molly with a slight fear in his eyes and almost jumped up and down in joy when she walked into the kitchen with him. ``What just happened?'' only Sirius and Remus were still in shock and standing in the living room at this point as Amos, Xenophilius and Arthur had joined their wives at the dining table. Even the kids who were listening in on their `conversation' with Molly and Arthur had taken seat at the table. Whilst Sirius and Remus were looking around with confusion in their eyes, they remembered the last time they had rejected a dinner call from their friend Lily and Ron was once again thankful for his Occlumency as he saw the two walk in and sit down like they weren't deathly afraid of the three mothers currently sat next to their husbands. But it was all for naught as the next second, Pollux Black laughed at their predicament and offered them some `friendly advice'!

``If I was you, I wouldn't be late as next time the punishment might be higher than an empty plate. *Hahaha*'' although Sirius and Remus wanted to say something back to the old man sat at the Head Seat, they didn't dare as they looked at the three wives respectfully offering food to `Grandpa Black'. At the start of his stay at the Burrow, the place the `Heir of House' was going to stay at. Pollux was a bit stuck up and constantly talked about how much better the Black Family House was. As a reward, the adults had asked the kids to surround him each moment of the day and constantly ask him questions about Wizarding Etiquette, Old History and really anything they found interesting. Although the Weasley Kids and their friends were young, they could see that the old man was hurt and was suffering from loneliness, a little bit like Harry. So, they didn't pressure him like their parents had asked and instead slowly wore him down and convinced him that it was his job to `bring up the next generation properly'. At first, the old man was uncomfortable with the sound of `Grandpa Black'. But no one aside form cruel, heartless monsters can resist puppy dog eyes from eight kids, simultaneously. A few days after the short episode of `Precious Books should be stored in a more secure place', the renovation of the Burrow was done and it looked amazing!

Instead of looking like a large stone pigpen with extra rooms added here and there until it was several stories high and so crooked it looked as though it were held up by magic, it was an actual three story cottage that actually looked more like a mansion! Both the inside and outside was beautifully decorated but the most amazing part was that it was still somehow very welcoming and cosy and didn't at all feel flashy and ostentatious. ``*Humph* I can't believe that you are satisfied with this! This house is going to host the presence of at least four families that have possessions and relations to highly regarded figures in Wizarding History and is home to my Grandkids, Pollux Black's Grandkids!!'' honestly, none of the adults were even breathing at the moment and were just letting the old man scold them for not spending enough of his money. Finally, the kids came back from their tour of the house and the adults sighed in relief when the old man's attention shifted to the two little girls asking for a hug. Ron was very happy and satisfied with his life at this point but he knew that with the threat of Voldemort's return, he would have to step up his preparation. But he now had an extra layer of security and protection and even a new source of knowledge and an actual teacher!!

It was during the time the Weasley Ancestral Land's Wards were being renewed and empowered that while `taking a look', Ron decided to throw in a couple of High Level Runic Objects near the Ward Stones and thought nothing of it but at the last location he heard someone coming and in panic shot several spells at the person, `Incendio!' `Diffindo!' `Glacies!' `Ventus!'. In his anxiousness, he even shot a Jinx, `Flipendo!' and ony then saw the person he had cast the spells at. Before he could try to warn the person, Ron saw how easily the old man dealth with his spells and he realised, he hadn't even touched the tip of what real Wizards could do. ``Well, Well, Well! Little Ron is quite the young wizard, aren't you? Casting spells in a chain, without chanting and with accuracy not fit for your age. But none of that compares to this, a Magical Object that has Ancient Runes drawn with Magical Reagent Ink, very impressive!''

Having been bullied almost his whole life, Ray's only solace had been his Mother and books. but one day, the bullies took things too far and he died. On his deathbed he had two wishes, for his Mother to be happy and for him to have the strength to be happy in his next life. somehow, both his wishes came true.

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Every new year, I got a new age with year old lines on my face. Age was really coping up with me, faster than usual. I could be more happier if it was my family and friends who could have time to love me more than my wrinkly cheeks. I didn't understand why, but people looked at me like a charming young girl moving around for a lover. Sometimes, it felt like that. Young handsome guys were proposing me but I was me, so never happened. I had a small bookshop of my own, where only adults were allowed to hang out with coffees and cakes. They could spend their time, as long as they could with hourly charges, no memberships, no borrowings,  only reading their desired books. For me it was enough. Single, lonely, mid age woman who was not interested in love, trying to survive with a small book shop was quite alarming caraway story on my neighbourhood, but I loved the way they representing me. It was then, when I met him. Friend of mine made the arrangement online.  He was frustrated about the rumours, people were loving to share about me for their own benefits. That's why,  he was out of sympathetic spiritual realism, he introduced me with him. At first, my virgin love had no idea what was going on, we were just chatted like a sneak peek. No one had enough time to give each other more than an hour. Both working like a dog, too experienced adults were trying first time love, at the end of time, both of us were lost interest on love the subject. He was a man with a little interest on woman, no intention to have any interest on their thinking, their career or anything. It was like a physical therapeutic conversations.  He was interested more on my physical appearance. I was feeling like a duck in a swan's land. He had a business of his own with little bit mesmerizing airy flute notes. He loved his flute selling business and loved to play it, it was his hobby. He was serious about it and I was showing passionate gestures by asking him to make a band of his own. Afterwards, we were a good at, on hiding the actual facts that both were dissatisfied and disappointed with our lives though we were smiled a lot. I was learning from him, how to become a buddha without being a Buddhist because he was a loner himself for decades and loved to stay like it. He had a small family but all were living on their own. So, like me, his friends were worried about his lonesome future death. He was literally crying when he was sharing about his childhood affairs. He made assurances that he had dated much more aged woman than me, so I had nothing to worry about the age atleast and he was not a virgin flower that needed protection. When we were first time glanced each other, it was like father and daughter watching each other because I was shyly sharing my younger version and he was at his best version. He got probably upset by my ignorance of his feelings. Moreover, I could not made my time for him. I was too busy with my work and social life. After few missed golden opportunities to get a life long lover,  he lost his patience and got frustrated over me. He thought I was not interested. So, life happened, he announced to me about his new girlfriend. It was like an earthquake on my side because I was really interested on him. I was sobbing and feeling bad about myself for being emotionally depressed when I lost him completely.

Note: Not for backstabbing people or lovers.

It's been five years since Gabriel had created his own country in the southern area of England and during that time Gabriel had made some holidays, a yearly event, introduce of dream realms and changes to the Hunter and educational system along with adding to the nobility and clergy systems of Cainhurst to fit the image he of the country he wants to run.

The new holidays that Gabriel had made were Saint Logarius Day, PaleMoon Day, and Cainhurst Founding Day.

Saint Logarius Day is basically a Christmas type holiday held on 8 of March and is a holiday that the clergy pillar of Cainhurst is in charge of.

PaleMoon Day is a festive holiday held at the end of every season where the people of Cainhurst celebrate the end of every season by burning a wooden effigy of a Beast to show that they have defeated all the problems that came their way during the passing season and to welcome in the new season with renewed and vigorous spirits.

Cainhurst Founding Day is a holiday that celebrates the founding of Cainhurst and every Cainhurst Founding Day the Queen of Cainhurst will do a public appearance and speech in the capital of Cainhurst, Yharnam.

As for the yearly event that Gabriel has implemented was the Hunter Olympics.

The Hunter Olympics is pretty much the Olympics but styled to fit Hunters holding Hunter only events and by holding the Hunter Olympics the Hunter Workshops will get a chance to compete with one another for bragging rights on who is better.

As for the introduction of dream realms they were made for Hunters to explore and gain experience in them as they collect materials and slay Beast, Gabriel had introduced four types of dream realms so far being the Chalice Dungeons, Hero Throne, Nightmare Realm, and World Bridge.

The Chalice Dungeons dream realms are like the Chalice Dungeons from Bloodborne but more complex and dangerous and the way to enter into them was by creating a special chalice connect to the responding Chalice Dungeons through a ritual or to find the entrance that randomly appears in the worlds that the World Bridge is connected to.

The Hero Throne dream realms were Gabriel attempt to creat the Throne of Heroes but ended up making a lesser version of it were only the souls who accepted to be bound to the dream can live in it like becoming akin to Holy Spirits from the Nasuverse but at the moment Gabriel didn't have anyone Holy Spirits so the Hero Throne dream realms are empty at this moment.

The Nightmare Realm is a dream realms were also Gabriel's attempt to create the Throne of Heroes by combining the nightmares and memories of the Holy Spirits that lead to its creation and in the Nightmare Realm, it seemed that Nightmare Spirits were formed that represent responding Holy Spirits of the Hero Throne it was based from.

The World Bridge dream realm is a dream realm that looks like an endless hallway of doors that connect worlds to one another allowing people to travel to other worlds that Gabriel had open for them.

The changes he made to the Hunter system was the changing of Bloodborne Messengers with Familiars that Hunters can contact with and he made the Hunters have neon blue magic circuits to represent their status.

As for the changes he made to the educational system was that schools can grant neon white magic circuits that will only change color once they enter one of the four pillars of Cainhurst to students that graduated from their elementary education, and he also made it for the professors and the important staff of the schools to have neon green magic circuits.

The addition he did for the nobility and clergy systems were allowing them to run their own private school to teach what they saw fit along with the basic education to their student and allowing them to nominate someone every ten years to be a Holy Spirit.

Other than the changes Gabriel prompted many other things have happened as few attacks from neighboring countries and Vikings who sailed into Cainhurst have forced Cainhurst to go to war and the Cainhurst nobles under the pressure of war have increased the army size and created a navy to fortify the security of Cainhurst land and sea while seizing more land rapidly increasing the land under Cainhurst control controlling 2/5 of south England by end of the war and leading the other countries near it to stop the war by signing a peace treaty as Carmilla, the Queen of Cainhurst thought they had enough land so she stopped the war prematurely to the displeasure of the Cainhurst nobles who gain a lot from the war and wanted to continue the war.

The war was later called Cainhurst First War in the history books and was a testament to Cainhurst's terrifying and strong war capacity that it showed in all wars Cainhurst got involved in.

Now news outside of Cainhurst that interested Gabriel was the founding of Hogwarts that just opened and it also seems that Christianity is starting to spread but it seems to be having some trouble spreading but if he remembers correctly that will all change once King Arthur die making one of his alleged sons use the raising popularity of Christianity to take charge of England and also spread Christianity rapidly along with him denouncing magic to curry favor with the church causing witch hunts to rapidly occurred leading to magical Britain to form and the passing of the statue of secrecy in the hope it will reduce the death caused by the witch hunts but that was in the future and he really didn't care if he was wrong as he only really need to focus on Cainhurst for now.

(~^•^)~ <Scene Change> ~(^•^~)

In a castle in Scotland, we can see many young children ranging from the age of eleven to eighteen gathered together in a great hall facing four adults, two men, and two women.

The adults seeing all the young teenager standing in front of them one of the women who was wearing a yellow dress and seemed to be overweight pulled out a scroll and started to call out names alphabetically starting with the last name then first.

"Abe" Helga Hufflepuff

After the first name was called a boy with black hair and green eyes came in front of the four adults where they all looked at the boy in the eyes before two of them shook their head letting they woman wearing yellow and a man wearing red holding a sword keep looking at the young boy before the woman in yellow gave out a hopeless look before letting the man in red speak up with a big smile on his face.

"Welcome to Gryffindor, Young Abe." Godric Gryffindor

After the man spoke the boy that was in front of him plain robes change, as a red appeared on it, showing he was part of the Gryffindor house and after that, he moved to one of the four tables that had the Gryffindor flag over it letting the woman in yellow to call out the next kid to be sorted.

Seeing the boy sit down the woman in yellow continues to call out names and sort them along with the other three adults.

As the four adults were sorting the children they didn't know that a little girl around the age of eight was watching the sorting intensely especially a woman in blue robes sorted someone to her house. 

As the girl was intensely looking at the sorting a being of unimaginable power was also looking at her and the scene all in amusement as he waited for a name to be called so he can finally see a legendary figure before the legend and he didn't need to wait long as the woman in yellow called out the name he was waiting for.

"Merlin." Helga Hufflepuff

After calling the name one of the two men smiled as he saw a young teenage boy with platinum blond almost white hair with shiny blue eyes walk in front of him and his colleagues.

Once the boy was in front of the adults he gave a respectable bow to each other the adults up especially to the one wearing green robes.

The other three adults seeing the boys action knew right away that this boy picked beforehand by their colleague and they couldn't help but feel jealous as they can see that the boy was extremely talented, bright, and would have been a great addition to their house if they could have sorted him to their house.

The man in green seeing his friend's jealous face could help but get a bigger smile as he addressed the boy.

"Welcome to Slytherin, Young Merlin, you have a bright future in front of you." Salazar Slytherin

After the young boy was recognized by the man in green the robes on the boy got green and silver on them before the boy left to the Slytherin table to be welcomed by his fellow Slytherins.

Once the boy sat at his table the woman in yellow once again started to call names until everyone was called ending the sorting ceremony and after the sorting ceremony was over the four adults gave a speech before little creatures appeared and served everyone food without anyone noticing making it looks like the four adults summon the food out of nowhere.

Some guy dies during the COVID-19 epidemic unknowingly and got to meet a god who took pity on the young human who died and gave each one three choices of either to go to heaven, go through reconciliation, or spin the wheel of fortune that will give a new fate for whoever spins it.

Third pov 
It was a regular day at borgin and burkes, the best antique shop in the wizarding world of Britain and don't let anyone tell you different. After all this is the only place you can get almost any ancient thing, they even had Salazar's necklace for a time until they made a mistake and sold it to old mrs. Smith. But after the last wizarding war, where a lot of the rich pure-bloods fought for the losing side, people started to think this place is evil- because pure-bloods know quality, so most of them went here. After the war, except for the occasional mistaken up and coming muggle-born, the only ones that come here are the dark and gray pure-bloods and even they come in hoods. Just for everyone to know (not that they would tell anyone) mr. Borgin was a half-blood and mr. Burkes'es great grandfather (the one who helped create the shop) was a muggle-born, they didn't care for blood status, just money.
So when me. Burkes or Daniel saw two adults and a child coming in with muggle clothes he didn't care at all, well maybe a little, not because of the muggle part, because they were new to this world so maybe he can make a lot of money out of them.
"Hey, how can I help you today at our antique shop?" He asked with a smile 
"We are looking for something interesting for the boy, after all, it's not everyday you're turning 11." 
If this world was SpongeBob and not Harry Potter, Daniel's eyes would become dollar eyes and if he was a Metamorphmagus his hair and eyes, maybe even his skin, would have turned gold, but as it was neither this nor that, the only change he had was a smile slightly bigger than before.
"And what would you like, Young sir?" He asked and paid attention for the boy for the first time
"Well, what is the most exotic magic book you have?" That was a difficult question, Daniel had lots of exotic magic books as it wasn't illegal to have books about illegal magic, but if he brought the boy a book too bad he won't get it and leave, then an idea came to mind.
"You look like a smart boy, I have just the book for you." Daniel went to the back and brought back a book, it was 'Occlumency: defend your mind'. If it was 200 years ago, Daniel wouldn't have sold it, after all it was one of the only occlumency books in existence! Usually, you learn occlumency from a master who were taught by his master, but luckily for Harry, occlumency was a dying art and the store was in bad shape, other wise he could have never get it.
"Harry, we have to buy it. What if someone would mess with your mind? That's not a present, it's a necessity!"
Daniel almost smiled his real smile and not just his business smile, he could see this family becoming one of his best clients. "This is 10 galleon and 15 sickle but because it's your first buy I will round it up to 10 galleon. If it's not a gift can I interest you in something else, Young Harry?" Daniel saw in the corner of his eyes the mother taking out the coins while Harry was saying "well, do you have an interesting invention? My dad and I like creating new things and tweak with things so that would be nice." 'That is it, I can finally get rid of that thing, but I have to sell it right so I won't lose my new customers over this' Daniel thought, and if he wasn't with people you would see him rubbing his hands.
"I might have something, it's a device which manufacturing way disappeared about 300 years ago,  the vanishing cabinet, it is said, that if you have this device and it's brother, if you get into one you would come out of the other, no matter what kind of wards there are in place. Sadly I only have one, otherwise, I wouldn't be selling it for less then 1000 galleons cause now it can only be used as a garbage disposal and for tweaking with it so I will sell for 23 galleons."
The eyes of Harry twinkled in excitement and Daniel could already feel the galleons especially when he heard from the father the words "We have to buy it, a semi working teleportation device. That's the dream!" "You already said it about a flying car" the woman said "can't a man have two dreams!" In the end they bought the vanishing cabinet as a bonus he added an expended suitcase for one galleon to put the cabinet inside.
In the end, when they left, Daniel was happy as he made 34 galleon in one sell, not knowing that in six years, for only the cabinet he could have made 150 galleons

You know the drill, I died and got wishes, than I replaced the main character and lived happily ever after... or at least that's what it is supposed to be like, so why, in instead of reincarnating in my favorite book I am stuck in this AU where I am not sure what's gonna happen? Good thing I love fan-fictions?
I don't own Harry Potter, if I did Harry would never have forgiven Ron in years four and seven and the cursed child would have never been written

I was lost in thought when Victor was calling my name.

"Ms. Malitz" he said, his voice sounded concerned.

"Heyy" I smile at him

"Are you alright?" 

I nod my head. His face breaks into a smile. He looked relieved. 

"We have a meeting right now; I came here to call you" he says softly. He looked at me like he was worried about me. 

Hilda walks into the cafeteria and walks towards me. 

"Miss Sofia Maltiz, I've been waiting for you. I saved you a seat, now come on." She drags me from my seat and I go with her.

I had my usual nightmares the previous night and ended up not sleeping for the rest of the night. I spent the rest of the night looking at the ceiling and crying occasionally. Of course, it reflected on my face the next morning. My clothes were not color coordinated and I had worn the worst possible headband I could to push my hair from falling on my face. Not at my best, although it was a very important meeting with Aaron. 

We were going to discuss the marketing of the new releases this month. The books had to be put up in such a way that would draw the reader's attention towards it. I walk into the meeting room. People were still getting in and I was relieved to know that Aaron wasn't in his seat yet. I prep for the meeting, thinking about my ideas for marketing when Aaron walks in. He was late, but nobody said anything because he was the boss of this branch of the company. 

Aaron could easily pass as a dictator. He always bossed over people, forced them to do more work 
than they should. Pre-pones the deadlines and takes credit for everyone's hard work. But, Christy, the boss of the entire company, liked him. They were buddies. So naturally, no one dared to stand up against Aaron. I sometimes imagined battling him in a field with fire around. Sword fight. Win the fight and set everyone free. He was also a misogynist. My ideas had very less chance of getting selected but if I put forth my ideas through Victor, maybe it would work out. 

I look around the room to find Victor. I look at him and Meghan exchanging looks and smiling at each other. I felt a hint of jealousy. It was fair enough for him to look at other people and flirt around, not that we were seeing each other. They made a good pair. She looked way better than me anyway. Victor catches me looking at him and I quickly look away. I shut my eyes tightly and curse myself. Stupid, stupid girl. You are supposed to stay away from him. 
Aaron looks around and speaks.

"So, Catherine Russo eh? New popular actress around the corner, has a book written on her already. Her team wants us to take care of the promotions as you already know. So, as we discussed in the previous meeting, any ideas?" he pauses looking at everyone.

I raise my hand before anyone else, "Yes, Sofia" he says faking enthusiasm. 

"Literarium, as we know, is known for its young customers. Many kids and young adults come there because there is a toy store attached to it. We could target them, which would in return target their parents as well. Make the design more appealing, we could set the books in a quirky way, maybe set it up like a pyramid. Maybe have an event? Catherine Russo could have the signing, maybe read her favorite line from the book" I pause. I spoke really fast; I could see with the way everyone was processing it. Hilda gave me a nudge after I sat down, she seemed like she was proud of me. Victor smiled at me.

"Well, she is a celebrity. I am not sure if she would have the time for it. We could set up the books in a nice way though, that idea works." He smiled. 

I should have known. She was a celebrity and no way in hell would she make time for a book signing. She wouldn't even be in the city probably. I felt dejected. I had an idea, maybe I could send her a mail and ask her, her schedule. Or maybe her assistant could help me. I google 'Catherine Russo and'. Wait a minute. The sentence prediction showed me 'Catherine Russo and Ivan Radcliffe'. I heard that name before. Ivan Radcliffe. The guy from the library. 

Google results showed that they were dating. This was a surprise. I knew the guy seemed influential but wow, he was actually something. There were so many pictures of them seen together at parties, red carpet events. They looked good. Maybe I could ask him for a favor?   I could get into the good books of Aaron if I did so. I couldn't wait to get to the library after work to get his number. 

I had a mission.

Sofia, an aspiring writer, suddenly discovers a secret that changes her life because of a tragic incident. 

Ivan, a young, popular producer, is living a perfect life and is in search of a story while possibly hiding a secret of his own.

What happens when Ivan finds his story through Sofia's secret. Would he use it for his own good and lose her? Or would he help her find herself again and in return discover who he is? 


Disclaimer : This is my first novel and is very close to my heart. Do give it a read and let me know if you like it. 

xx.

Translated by: ShawnSuh
Edited by: SootyOwl


"Do you have any award points that you'd like to redeem today?" 

"No," Juho said, pulling his hat down. At that brief answer, the cashier took the money from the young author's hand with a mechanical movement and put the book into the plastic bag along with the receipt. Even as she placed the bag on the counter, the cashier was looking down.

"Thank you."

"Thank you for shopping with us. I can help the next person," the cashier said, her response remaining just as mechanical. Being the biggest bookstore in the area, that store had an impressive inventory of all recent releases. Walking past a handful of people sitting in the corner of the store, reading, Juho exited the store and waited for the light to turn green. He looked down at the book peeking through the opening of the bag. It was Hyun Do's new book. Titled 'The Full Moon,' its ocean blue cover, which portrayed the moonlit night sky, was quite eye-catching. When Juho put pressure into the hand he was holding the bag with, thinking to himself, 'I'm just gonna keep it for now. I'm not opening it,' the bag's handle crumpled helplessly.

Then, a group of shadows started moving around the young author as a pedestrian stepped forward to jaywalk across the street. Suffice to say, a look of displeasure appeared on the faces of those who had been waiting for the light, most likely thinking, 'That's exactly how you get yourself killed.' Then, about thirty seconds later, the light finally turned green.

"Let's cross now!" a child wearing a kindergarten uniform shouted, holding their mother's hand and confidently raising their hand in order to signal their location to the drivers. The mother had the child's bag over one shoulder. A child, who was still learning, was far more aware of safety rules than adults who had significantly more knowledge, and they abided by them. 

Once the child graduated kindergarten, it would move up to elementary school. Juho imagined what their future would look like. As the child grew older, the idea of raising their hand and signaling the drivers would eventually fade away. Perhaps the child would even jaywalk for the first time in their life. Although there was no way to confirm that in real life, it was already a reality in the young author's new story. Children tended to change as they grew up, and the changing sceneries in the background were proof of how much those children had grown up. 

Upon arriving home, even before he changed out of his clothes, Juho put the bag down, took the new book and placed it on the bookshelf. Although he was adding only one more book to the collection, it felt like the book was taking up a significant amount of space. Then, after staring intently at the title, 'The Full Moon,' the young author looked away, feeling like he'd give in to the temptation to start reading. Only a few paces away, was the manuscript that he had been working on up to moments before he had stepped out of the house. 

There had been cases when children, who acted their ages in front of their parents at home, became leading figures. A conversation between the children, who had just started learning about the world, and an old lady, who was still learning about the world, would be, simply put, unpredictable. 

As children criticized adults for their stupidity, adults questioned the environment their children were growing up in. Then, those children eventually grew up to become adults. Despite looking nothing like they once did, adult and child became the same person. 

After washing up, Juho walked back to his room and sat at the desk to resume writing, reexamining the overall story and the events that took place within it. Reading through the entire story rekindled the feeling with which the young author had been writing, and writing in an emotional state as close to that as possible was the only way to make the story flow. If he were to write while depressed one day, but write again in high spirits the next day, there were bound to be inconsistencies.

"Not too serious." 

Juho had been telling himself that throughout the entire writing process of that particular story. Although both the adult and the child were wrong, Juho wanted neither their portrayal nor the process to carry a serious tone. He wanted to write a story that could be read quickly but with a sense of anticipation. When he looked up from the manuscript, he realized that it had already gotten dark out.

"I better take a break," Juho said, stretching both of his hands toward the ceiling, stretching his body that had become stiff after sitting for too long. Suffice to say, the stretch was turning out to be quite painful. Then, as he felt somewhat hungry and started thinking about what to eat, the full moon lighting the sky came into view. 

"I really wanna read it." 

After some contemplation, Juho picked up his phone, which he left on his bed, and called Seo Kwang. Although it was well into the night, it wasn't long before he answered the phone. 

"Did you read it?" he asked out of nowhere, catching the young author off guard.

"Sure. I've spend most of my life reading," Juho said in a higher-than-usual voice, confused.

"... I'm talking about 'The Full Moon,' doofus." 

"Ah," the young author let out, his voice sinking low.

"I have," Seo Kwang said confidently, yet calmly. Then, he asked the young author, "Have you?"

It was a question that Juho didn't really feel like answering. Then, with a swallowed sigh, the young author said, "I haven't." 

"Oh, no," Seo Kwang said as if pitying his author friend. 

"... How was it?" 

"It. Was. Insane," Seo Kwang said, as if he had been waiting for Juho to ask. "It's my favorite Hyun Do Lim book by far." 

It was a similar response to Yun Seo's. Perhaps, it was just the default response of those who'd read the book.

"For your sake, I won't spoil it." 

"Thanks." 

"OK. Let me share my thoughts on the book. It caught two birds with one stone," Seo Kwang said genuinely. From then on, he raved on about the book, from how reading the book came with a painful reminder that the more he read, the less there was left to be read, to the fast pace, the author's philosophy and criticism, the characters and their personalities, and the author's unique ability to write about such a twisted subject in a clean, polished manner. Then, as if remembering the content of the book all over again, he started talking even faster. Seo Kwang tended to be predictable like that.

"Not only is it appealing to the masses, but it's also very artistic. There's no way this book won't make it." 

It was the voice of a reader who had been deeply moved by a book. At that, Juho thought of the synopsis in the back of the book.

"The protagonist predicts death on a full moon," Juho said. This time, it seemed like Hyun Do had written about death, which he had never done before.

"Right. Death," Seo Kwang said, his voice growing softer. Then, as it returned to its normal volume, he added, "It seemed like Hyun Do Lim really emphasized the aspect of death in this book. If I were to compare it to 'River…' Hm, how should I put it?" he said, groaning as if in pain. 

"So, if you were to compare it to 'River?'" Juho asked quietly, rushing his friend for an answer. It had caught his interest. Juho had become curious about the end portrayed by the literary great.

"I can't say anything in terms of black and white, but I'd say they are different, yet similar somehow. From a reader's standpoint, I think they both carry about a similar shock value."

"Similar shock value?!" 

Death had always been somewhat of a specialty of the young author because of his firsthand experience of having died once. Yet, Hyun Do's piece carried a similar shock value. Juho was well aware of Hyun Do's skills. That made his heart beat faster.

"I really wanna read it now." 

The urge was starting to get out of hand. Although he had read Hyun Do's books as a homeless man who couldn't even afford to eat, he couldn't read the book at present, when he had more than enough money to buy hundreds of books. It was ironic, yet funny.

"I read it," Seo Kwang said provokingly, finding the situation all too amusing. He was ecstatic. The emotional experience the book gave him was still fresh in his heart, and looking at the full moon in the night sky only accentuated the experience. Hyun Do Lim was an incredible author, and Seo Kwang found himself getting intoxicated by the emotions that the novel carried. The moon was noticeably brighter than usual that night. Then, after listening to his friend for a little while, Juho said in a serious tone, "Maybe I should just read it." 

At that, Seo Kwang attitude changed at once. 

"What?" 

There was nothing more unfortunate than being in a situation that kept one from reading books. Which, in Juho's case, the unfortunate situation was that he was in the middle of writing, and needless to say, it was not a welcoming situation by any means. Although he thought reading wouldn't be a bad solution to his predicament, the young author had to come to terms with his conscience and recognized that it was merely his desire speaking.

"Do you think you'll be OK? This book is seriously a game changer," Seo Kwang warned him, and added, "I joined the Astronomy Club after reading that book." The book had had a significant impact on the reader. "You know what, I know that you're gonna do whatever you want at the end of the day, and I'm not gonna tell you not to read it. Besides, a book like this needs to be read by more people."

After hanging up, Juho looked up at the moon for a little while and immersed himself in deep thought. 'Should I read it? Or should I not?' Then, walking toward the bookshelf, he picked up the book, which was solid and smooth to the touch. After brushing his hand down the book once, the young author placed it back on the shelf.

"After I finish writing." 

Sitting at the desk, Juho picked up a pen. However, it wasn't long before he found himself standing in front of the bookshelf again.

"I'm gonna do it." 

With the book in his hand, the young author went out to the living room, sat on the sofa, took a deep breath and opened the cover. A photo of Hyun Do and his distinctive hair, which only half of had turned white, came into view. At that, the young author was reminded of a certain fan who had complimented him on his looks. However, the word handsome suited the gentleman in the photo a lot better. As he turned the front wing, the front cover, and the front page, the table of contents appeared. And soon, the very first sentence of the first chapter marked the beginning of the story. Feeling more excited than ever, Juho clasped the book tightly by the back cover. As the young author flipped through the pages, the house grew darker.

"Anybody home?" somebody asked, banging on the door and ringing the doorbell repeatedly. 

As Juho remained in his seat, the door rattled, and the person walked away. The house sank into silence yet again. Juho turned yet another page, which was the last page of the book. The protagonist predicted death on a full moon, and in the end, he fails to escape the grasp of that dreaded moon. The full moon signified greed, envy, an absolute being, and power. The author's portrayal of vertical power was quite powerful, enough to crush and overwhelm the world. Finally, the young author closed the book, feeling an intense burning sensation on his eyes, as if he had looked directly at the Sun.

He couldn't move his head. It felt like all of the events that had taken place within the book were coming alive, filling every corner of the house. Juho had connected with the book almost instantly. No matter how far the protagonist ran, the moon kept following him. It was almost as if he was making a fool of himself by trying to outrun the moon. Then, covering his face with his hand, Juho knew that he wasn't going to get any writing done that day. 

At that moment, a vibration came from the room. It was a phone call. However, Juho stayed put, and soon, the vibration stopped. It almost sounded as if it was asking the young author for his thoughts on the book. 'How was it? How was Hyun Do's portrayal of death?' 

As Juho took his hand off his face, his hair covered his eyes in place of his hand. A shadow was cast in the living room, and Juho reminisced to the conversation he had had with Hyun Do, who had told him that he asked questions when he didn't have the answer. For example, to a homeless man, 'Is this offensive to you?' At that moment, finding himself answering the question without even realizing it, it dawned on Juho just how amazing of an author Hyun Do was.

"I'm glad I read it," he murmured in a cracked voice in order to keep regret from creeping into his mind. If he had sat down and forced himself to write, wearing a naive look on his face, suppressing his urge to read, Juho would have been clueless. He was glad that he had given into his urge. 

"I guess I lost." 

In reality, he was excited. He had met with the certain reader he had been looking forward to meeting. Then, he had caught up with his fellow authors. Prior to either of those events, he had even met the celebrity interviewer for an interview, which had aired on TV. Through the interviewer, the young author had learned how he was coming across to his fans. A humbling realization had occurred to him that he had been content and satisfied when, in truth, he still had a ways to go as an author. 

Then, came the rain. Although invisible to naked eyes, it soaked every inch of the young author's clothes. What felt like a heavy sigh came out of his mouth. Despite feeling his clothes getting wet, the young author closed his eyes without moving a muscle. 

---


"Juho Woo!" 

Juho opened his eyes at the voice calling to him from the distance. His living room appeared before his eyes. As he struggled to keep his eyes open, he realized that he had fallen asleep sitting on his couch. At that moment, a series of banging noise came from the door, followed by a series of doorbell rings. Only then, did it occur to him who might be outside of the door.

"Coming!" Juho said, walking toward the door as he tried to wake himself up. When he opened the door, he saw his editor-in-charge, who looked at him with surprise.

"Are you OK?" Nam Kyung asked.

"What do you mean?" 

"Do you realize that you have some serious dark circles underneath your eyes?" 

Then, as Juho stepped aside yawning, the editor came into the house. Taken aback by the jarring state of the living room, he asked, "What in the world is all this!?" 

Being careful not to step on the sheets of manuscript paper scattered throughout the floor, Nam Kyung walked across the living room.

"For a second, I thought you'd just moved in." 

The table was also filled with stacks of manuscript paper, which had toppled over and made a mess. It was an intimidating amount. Then, as Nam Kyung closed the window, which Juho had kept open for ventilation, Juho looked around the living room. It was the result of not picking up the pages immediately after they had fallen. Nevertheless, the mess was proof that the young author had been busy at work.

After reading 'The Full Moon,' Juho had remained in a dazed state for a while. A wave of emotions flooded into his heart. He felt mortified and humiliated all at the same time, boiling with the ambition to be able to write like Hyun Do. Then, looking up to confirm that the sky and the ground were both in their rightful places, the young author reminded himself that he would never stumble again, rising from his seat and going straight to his room, writing frantically until he felt numb and out of it. Fortunately, he was able to pick up where he had left off for the most part. However, there was one critical issue.

"Still strugglin'?" Nam Kyung asked in a slightly low voice.

"Struggling? Do you see how much I've written?" Juho said, playing coy. At that, a smile appeared on the editor's face. 

"Except it's not the manuscript I've been waiting for." 

Then, the young author looked toward the editor. The story about the old lady wasn't making nearly as much progress as it should. 

"Maybe I should join an astronomy club, too." 

"What the heck are you talking about?" Nam Kyung said, glaring fiercely at the young author.

Yum Woo is the youngest author in history to enter the literature world. His debut work was a massive hit but this success was short lived for the unprepared.

A miraculous second chance comes his way one day.

This is the beginning of that journey.

*****

Throughout all of Arteria's chaotic thoughts over what had happened before and seeing the other lead character in the story, Arty was aware enough to join the others and eat their dinner once it's ready and then when it's time for bed, Arty and Emyrie went straight to sleep and rest until another new day arrives.

Before Arty closed her eyes and surrendered into slumber, she thought to herself that she might be able to think clearly by the next day and start making plans and decisions over what she's going to do.

Once the next day had come, the sun rising and shining its light through the open cottage windows, Arty instantly woke up early and first to face the day.

She sat up on her bed and looked to see that Emyrie is still asleep, and Arty was satisfied at that as she got off the bed, changed her clothes quickly, and went off to the library to start thinking deeply and make plans on what to do to play out her role as the main character of the story.

As she tiptoed quietly, checking on the adults to see if they're still asleep or busy doing something else in the early morning, she found that they are and headed straight to the room where there are all the books she needed.

She looked around, grabbed the most important books she needs to learn and know, and then started reading through them to gain more knowledge on them and the world she's in.

Though she might have needed Emyrie's help, the little girl magician is still a child so it looks like Arty is going to be doing this alone for the time being.

It was fortunate for Arty that she has an intelligent mind to absorb all that she can to learn and know everything.

It took a few hours for her to process all the books she's reading and stored them in her head before she heard some noticeable sounds that the adults seemed to be searching around for her, and Arty hurriedly put away all the books, but she marked those that she'll continue later.

Arty went out and played along, as usual, being the cute young girl that she is, and her grandparents smiled back when they saw her and called her over for breakfast.

Emyrie had just arrived, seeing that she's still a bit sleepy when her mother got her to eat, then the small family gathered around to have their breakfast.

They didn't notice at all that Arty was being slightly absentminded and that she was thinking deeply over something.

After breakfast, Emyrie piped out that she and Arty are going to play and Arty didn't protest as she went along and needed the short break since she spent almost a long time reading the books in the library.

The grandparents and Emyrie's mother consented and let them go but they also cautioned them to not go too far and get themselves lost in the forest.

Arty said in a responsible way to promise them that they won't and they almost gush at her adorable childishness.

Once Emyrie and Arty went out and play tag and hide-and-seek around the cottage, it was almost noon and nearly lunchtime that Emyrie suddenly stopped and went back into the cottage to see if lunch is ready yet.

Arty stayed behind outside, let herself lie on the grassy soft ground and look up into the cloudy blue sky.

She let herself relax a bit, while she's thinking deeply in her mind over whatever she's thinking.

Arty mentally sighed knowing that some of her decisions and plans she's making and about to make are way too hasty and fast.

But after seeing the other main character Prince Adrian back in the town before, she had no choice.

She had to find the magic weapon that is the Fiery Blade and find allies soon in order for the rebellion against the Mad King to start forming and find a way to defeat the crazy king without dying.

Even though there weren't any whispers about her yet since it's too early to tell, it won't take long for rumors to spread and reach towards the villainous king that the wielder of the Fiery Blade might have been chosen and found.

And she didn't want to die that early.

So for starters, she needed to make a list, an important list with all the key factors that she had created, known, and written into the story before it comes to an end.

First, of course, finding exactly where the Fiery Blade is and be its newly chosen wielder as the story goes.

Next, finding the exact allies who are the key to the rebellion against the Mad King.

Next again, meeting Prince Adrian when the time comes and have him brought to the fold of the rebellion against his crazy tyrannous father.

And next again, find out and discover how to activate the hidden power of the Fiery Blade to defeat the Mad King, without being sacrificed and then die at the end.

Then finally, finding the way back home in the real world.

Arty didn't know what to do again as she pondered over all of this. There's been obstacles and difficulties concerning the unexpected changes in the story, but she believed that as the main character and as its writer, she'll be able to breeze through it without any problems.

Her determination into seeing this through and trying to find a way back home to her former modern world has given her the motivation and drive to do this.

*****

*****

Get magically transported into another world!
There are Romance, Fantasy and Adventure! 

*****

A Modern Author, Elaina Raine was rejected by her first-time fantasy novel from other editors because of its lacking content and low rating. 

Not giving up on her writing dreams, she worked on improving it when she got caught in a massive fire accident.

As she was struck by the fiery blazing inferno, thinking that she's going to die with unfinished business and regrets in her old life, she wakes up in a new one, reincarnated into another world.

Specifically, the fantasy world of her own novel!

Now she discovers that she's reborn as Arteria Blaze, the heroine of her story!

As she goes through a long journey, battles, and adventures, and finding friends, allies, even Love, she wonders whether she should stay in the world of her fantasies and dreams, or find a way back and return to her reality.

Follow this amazing story of a Modern woman reincarnated into the heroine of her story, who wields the FIERY BLADE

*****

"How did this happen?! How did I suddenly reincarnated into the hero of my fantasy story? This is not possible!" The main character says.

"You're the chosen one. You wield the Fiery Blade. Only you can save our world!" One of her characters said.

"..."

This is the greatest fantasy story you would ever read in your lifetime.
Read the FIERY BLADE.
***

Though Yun-jeong had small eyes and a low nose bridge, her face was overall very small, and she had full, red lips like those often described in fairy tales. Therefore, she was most used to being called "cute" and "doll-like," but despite such an appearance, she was more greedy than her peers. Her gluttony was especially notable, though she couldn't really seem to eat much at once. Indeed, her gluttony manifested more along the lines of obsessing over different flavors. This meant that whenever food was nearby, she was sure to pounce on it.

For example, when someone had brought a snack to class, she unmistakeably sniffed it out and showed up before anyone could stop her. "Hey, what's that?" She asked excitedly. "Can I have some?!" At least she knew her manners enough to not touch others' food without permission.

"It's a macaron..." the classmate replied.
"Oh, so that's what a macaron looks like! It's my first time actually seeing one!"

Yun-jeong looked at her classmate with eyes full of wonder and expectation. Her doll-like features were an effective measure against girls just as much as boys, and there was no way her classmate could flat out refuse her.

"You can have one." As soon as permission was granted, Yun-jeong took a macaron in both hands and nibbled on it, looking much like a hamster. Food had to be respected, and tasting new things always required a certain level of focus and devotion. At least, Yun-jeong thought she looked poised and focused. She had no idea that to all her classmates, she only reminded them of a small, well-behaved hamster, happily wagging its tail about as it ate. She also didn't know that that was the exact reason they kept bringing snacks to class.

When Yun-jeong began her second year in high school, a strikingly cute boy had been admitted to the institute. All her friends had gone on and on about how he looked like a sculpture, but truth be told, she hadn't cared all that much. She simply didn't have the time to bother with a first grader, especially when there were still so many foods, so many flavors she had yet to discover. She was, after all, the only student who helped out the cafeteria cooks (with permission from the teachers, of course) in return for learning new recipes or using the leftover ingredients to experiment with her own cooking.

Then, one day, she saw the famous first grader in the cafeteria.

"Wow." The exclamation left her lips before she even realized, and her friend smirked at her.
"See? Told you. He's like, really good-looking. Which is ridiculous, cuz he's so little! Can you imagine what he'll be like when he's older?"

Yun-jeong didn't answer. Rather, she couldn't answer, because the boy's looks weren't what had grabbed her attention. It was his tray of food.

'Such deep respect!' She thought. What she saw was a boy who didn't waste a single grain of rice, who didn't leave any side dishes behind. To others, he might have been "just eating," but to an expert like her, it was so much more. She knew that this boy loved and respected food just as much as she did. And from then on, whenever she was in charge of handing out food, she would always make sure to give the boy a little bit extra. After all, he deserved it.

Then, when the institute was overcome with news of a terrible incident, one of the teachers came to Yun-jeong.

"There's an elementary schooler who really likes books, and he wants to go to the public library, but we can't send him alone. Could you make some time over the weekend?"
"Is it that "plaster face" kid?" She asked.
"Goodness, you older kids call him that, too? I thought it was just his classmates."
"We all do. It suits him. He does look really good."

And he eats well, she added in her mind. As things were, she had plans with friends anyway, so she gladly volunteered to chaperone the boy. She could use this opportunity to buy him some food and watch how he ate, which was, unbeknownst to her, the same reasoning her friends had for eating with her.

****

"Here, try this! And this, too! Do you want some of that?"
The street down to the public library was nothing short of a food adventure. From street foods to shops set up in alleyways, the two stopped by every single one to taste all the different morsels they found. If they had been in a food court with samples, they would have gone round and round, all day long. Thankfully, however, they weren't in a food court, and were instead headed towards the quiet peace of the library, which is possibly why their "food trip" ended so soon.

"What do you think?"
"There's... So many books."

As they walked into the library, Lucid smiled for the first time in a long time. However, that wasn't the answer Yun-jeong had wanted. As food wasn't allowed in the building, she had given the boy the last of the chicken skewers, and watched proudly as he ate it up like a cute baby hamster. Her question was more an attempt to get his thoughts on the food.

"And the taste?"
"Oh. It's good. They're good. Chicken skewers, I mean."

And what a lovely smile he had!

"God, I wish you were my little brother." She blurted out.
"What?"
"Hmm?"
"..."

She had only meant to think about it, and when the words left her mouth, she was just as taken aback as Lucid was. Still, she laughed it off, stroking his head and moving along. Yun-jeong was rather proud of her accomplishments for the day.

"So, how long will you stay here?"
"I'm not sure. How long can I stay?" Asked Lucid.
"Well... We need to get back by 6, so we should leave at 5 at most. I have some things to do, so I'll be back in a bit, alright? Be a good boy and just stay here and read up. If you have any questions, you can ask that teacher over there, behind the desk. Got that?"
"Yes."
"Still, I can't leave you all alone until 5, so I'll be back really soon. Maybe two hours? So you just have to hold on till then. Don't cry, even if you're alone, okay?"
"Yes, I don't mind. I'll just be here reading."
"And you're so polite, too!"

The library was section off into a children's wing, for infants and young students, and a regular wing for adults, with books ranging from novels to academic references. Lucid, of course, headed to the latter wing and began looking at all the available books. The subject that most recently grabbed his attention was, without a doubt, physics. As middle school physics was closely tied to math, he could make some sense out of it, thought it was difficult. It was, all in all, a perfect subjects to learn about in terms of efficiency. However, as he was self-taught, he took a rather long time to fully grasp each concept, and he therefore chose to consult as many references as he could so he could have a deeper understanding. Learning quickly was important, but Lucid had decided that being accurate and learning correctly was his top priority.

Click! Snap!

A faint sound resounded through the library, but Lucid ignored it. Rather, he didn't even notice it, as engrossed as he was in his book. This, however, also meant that he didn't notice the amount of people who kept gathering near him.

Everyone at the library watched Lucid as he read, observing him as if he were some rare specimen. After all, he looked so young, yet here he was, with a pile of books titled "Physics" next to him. But that wasn't all. He wasn't just a young child. He was a really, really pretty young child. This led some people to sneakily snap some pictures of him, and a few people even chose to upload the pictures to their social media.

"Weekend study session at the library. Gotta study hard! But look at what I found. An adorable little kid! #library #studyhard #littleprince"
"At the #library with some friends. There's a #littlekid here who looks #straightoutofapainting here! What do you think?"
"I've always heard about so called prodigies, but I think I actually saw one today. He's not only smart, but really good-looking too! #childprodigy #prodigy #lifeisntfair"

As people got more and more excited, so did the library grow noisier and noisier, resulting in the library staff having to dismiss them all. Still, the boy didn't once look away from his reading. He didn't even raise his head, simply moving his fingers turn the page every so often. People couldn't stop admiring this sight. Some parents pointed to him and told their children, "You have to study hard like him, if you want to succeed in life."

Students who had come with their friends and had spent their time chatting and loitering about all took a look at Lucid and, with newfound motivation, returned to their seats and began to read their textbooks. Adults who had been displeased with the commotion took one look at Lucid and smiled to themselves about how the future of the country was looking bright.

That day, everyone at the library focused on studying, their motivation fueled by this small child. And, on that same day, people who had seen pictures on social media all "liked" the photos of the boy, wondering if this was some new form of advertisement for the public facility.

When Yun-jeong returned to the library, she saw that everyone was immersed in their own studying. The place was full of people choosing books from the shelves and reading at their seats, and it almost felt overcrowded. Still, there was one person who stood out, who shone the most amongst everyone else, and it was none other than Lucid. Yun-jeong couldn't bring herself to interrupt his focus, and therefore waited until it was time to go. The fact that she had felt the need to fit in and thus chose a book to read herself was just an added bonus.

****

"Director, have you heard about the increase in library traffic ever since those pictures went up on social media?"
"Oh, yes. I'm not good with that tech stuff, so it still feels a bit surreal to me. Is this what they mean by word of mouth?"
"Yes," continued the Chief of Management, "and that's why one of our employees came up with a proposal."
"For what?"
"To put it simply, it's about shooting an ad. With that child as our model."

As the director paused to think things through, the chief quickly pulled up some photos on a tablet and showed them off.

"We're preparing for the fall exhibition anyway, and we were just in need of a publicity campaign. Isn't this the perfect opportunity? It's much more refreshing than using a celebrity or a professional model, and we all agree that it's not a bad look."
"... Is that so?"

Surely, the cost would be drastically reduced if they could avoid hiring a model or celebrity. However, they both refrained from pointing this out. It was an obvious fact, and there was no need to look greedy by stating this outloud. It looks good, on a marketing perspective, was a perfectly good way of referring to it.

"Who is this, anyway?" asked the director.
"We weren't quite sure, at first, but the clerk who worked the desk that day happened to know him. He's a child at the Agnes Institute."
"Institute?"
"Yes. An orphanage, to be exact."
"... Reach out to them, ask for cooperation. No, scratch that. We'll pay them a visit. I think this might prove to be a really good opportunity."


<Misunderstanding (2)> End.

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Social systems, way of life and morals... They have all changed.

How will the boy try to survive?

What kind of life will the boy live?

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