This is about a boy who gains power from everything he reads. He also has some other issues to deal with, like the chaos, but he is also part of the chaos. His abilities and powers will continue to grow and manifest, but which side will he stand on?

P.S. I am just in 8th grade so don't judge too much, but leave some suggestions or reviews so I can continue to grow as a writer and make the story better.

Right... I don't think anyone actually reads my book anymore. Plus I say I'm going to start back up again and I don't so on and so forth.

Anywho this time I'm actually doing pretty good. I'm rewriting the whole thing. I think the idea of my book is good, but the execution is uh... Bad. Right, so the only way to upload the new chapters is to delete the old. Which sucks, but the new chapters will be a lot better and not have terrible characters along with the TONS of the plotholes I have. 

Another plus is that I'm not pressured to upload a chapter every day because I'm going to be working on this for a little bit. I've already added a good 10+ chapters to the story, which makes it A LOT easier to understand. 

Right, if you are reading this you probably are either new to the book or somehow an old reader. The rewrite is going to change the book, but not change everything. Volume 3 was a disaster in a half, so that is not going to be a thing. The whole story is going to be different, I'll keep you guys updated on the story and what has changed when I'm getting closer to chapter 30ish. At the point, I will prob delete every chapter and start to release the rewrite. 

Sooooooo, Yea rewriting the whole book. It's pretty bad and I want to fix it up, I have two months to do it. But I plan to finish the rewrite or start posting the rewrite in about 1-2 weeks. Once again, at 30 chapters I will start to release the rewrite.

gl to me.

DISCLAIMER!!! 
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If you plan to read this book, just note that this book will not be continuing. Because of how poorly written this book was, I've decided to rewrite the novel. Under the same name, just "*Remake*" at the end. This synopsis goes to the new book.
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A youth around the age of 16 is a normal teenager with hobbies like anyone else. Though, his hobby includes killing people and leaving White Roses on their bodies. After multiple killings, the news and the media decided to label him ‘White Rose’. 

Later, the police along with the government set out to capture White Rose. The police attempt to capture him multiple times but end up failing.

Finally, White Rose turns himself in but is later shot on the way to jail by a victim's father. White Rose wakes up in a new world in someone else’s body. His new body is named Zuhn Sheng and he is being hunted by every large Mortal Sect in the region because of his powers.

Follow Zuhn Sheng as he sets off on his journey to become stronger and explore his new profound powers, While sticking to his roots of being a skilled killer.

AN : This applies to the rewritten version of ROSK. The old chapters will be deleted once I have a good release rate along with a decent amount of chapters stocked up.

She received her first paycheck from Ardor and knew exactly where she wanted to spend it. Nathan took her to the bookstore where she met Kelsey for the first time. She took a cart, knowing she will be buying more than a few books.

She went straight to the Fiction shelves. She studied the covers, picked out the most interesting titles, read the synopsis and followed her gut instinct whether to put it in the cart or put it back on the shelves. She could do that for hours, while Nathan was in the Business section because that's what he was reading lately.

She saw him reading by the store window. The sunlight penetrated the glass and made his skin looked golden. He was looking down on his book, he pouted his lips. The world around him seemed to disappear, he wasn't aware of her watching him. He was like her when he reads, she thought. She could spend hours in that store, and he wouldn't be bothered waiting for her.

She turned to the Literature aisle, looked at the top shelves where all the dead poets lined up. She already owned most of the books. She tried to reach her favorite one but it was too high. A longer arm aimed for it from behind her, a scent of Nathan's cologne followed it.

"I've never read this one before," he said standing really close to her.

"That's my favorite, I left it at home ... I'm thinking to buy another one, just in case."

He laughed, "Just in case of what? But that's a good strategy though, always have a backup ... I want to read this ... I guess I've found the culprit, this was exactly where I met Kelsey the first time, she was buying books for you, wasn't she?" he looked straight into her eyes.

She shrugged with a smile, "Guilty."

"So ... if you had come with her that summer, I would've bumped into you instead of her?" he wondered.

She pursed her lips, "That's highly likely, this is a great store ... but then you wouldn't be dating the hottest girl in Gastonburry."

He looked down, lost his smile, and let out a long exhale. "Right."

"I think I'm done here," she said.

He looked at her half full cart, "Wow, that looks awesome, are you going to read them all in one night?"

She laughed, there were close to 20 books in her cart, "That's for the whole month or maybe more 'cause I need to do my report."

He grabbed the cart and took the poetry book that was going to be his new favorite, "This will be my bonus for you, let's check-out."

"What? I can't let you pay for that ... that's a lot of books," she refused.

"You deserve a bonus for all the work you put in, anyways, these books are going on my shelves, you won't be taking them back to Gastonburry, would you?" He had a point.

"I guess not."

"Great, so that's settled ... we'll have a reading fest tonight, I'll fix a nice dinner, we'll get some wine, we'll read, and then music, and then desert ... and then we can talk about it 'til sunrise ... you know, a stay at home nerdy weekend," he sounded excited.

She laughed, it sounded like a dream. It was something she would enjoy by herself, and now there's someone that enjoys it as much as she does. She remembered him saying, 'There's nothing sexier than a girl who reads.' Dido.

**********

Home made gourmet looked so easy in Nathan's hands. She sat by the kitchen island, reading one of their new books while cooked. "Wow, I'm liking this one, it's gonna be hard to put down," a wide smile spread across her face. She was four chapters in, the story was already clutching her.

"Oh I know the kind ... I wanna read that one too, no spoilers please," he was seasoning his food, flipping his tools like a pro.

Her face was covered by the book, eyes glued to the pages. Once in awhile she made humming sounds, a chuckle or an exasperating sigh. He smiled amused, splashed some white wine to the fish, then poured some for himself and some for Julie. "It's that good, huh?" he offered a toast. She quickly finished the last line, clinked her glass with Nathan's, then marked the book and closed it.

"It's really good," she gulped her wine.

Their eyes met. He wanted to tell her how much he loves looking at her getting lost in a story, but his face said it all.

"If you like suspense thrillers ..." she tapped on the book, "This is the best I've read in years ... but I have to finish it to conclude the entirety of it, and then I'll tell you all about it."

He laughed, "I'm gonna read that right after you finish, do not attempt to spoil that for me ... I'm gonna read some romance after this, you know, to infuse a little romantic spirit into the tragic stricken love life of mine."

"Oh, come on, long distance relationships are not tragic, although, it is kind of sad to spend Friday night with a book nerd at home," she giggled.

"Trust me, it's tragic, and this is not even close to sad ... I actually prefer this than a noisy night life, and it's better with company."

They clinked glasses to that.

They started eating while discussing about books they've read, their favorite authors, movie adaptations, and everything else other than their tragic love life. After dinner, they sat in the living room area with their book of choice, and spend comfortable silence together. Commenting on what they were reading once in awhile, and went back to it right after.

He really did read a romance novel. He read only selected few, he said. But nonetheless, he was reading it. Julie never came across a guy who reads as much as she does, a romance novel especially.

Two hours into their reading session, his phone rang.

"Hey," he picked up.

She could tell from his tone, it was Kelsey.

"What?" he sounded surprised. He stood up from his reading position, and walked to the front door.

"Surprise!!" Kelsey's voice can be heard from the living room.

"Oh my God! Hi!" Nathan replied.

The silence that followed can only be assumed that they were kissing. She would've jumped to welcome her but she didn't want to interrupt their kiss.

When she finally stormed into the living room, they hugged and screamed. "I miss you so much! I thought I'd crash into your island weekend here and get a taste of that New Year's party I missed," Kelsey said with twinkles in her eyes. She looked around and saw all the books and wine bottles, "Wow ... you two are really going all the way tonight, aren't you?" she laughed.

Julie glanced at Nathan who was standing idle by the dining table, unsure of what he needed to do.

"You want some wine, Kells?"

"Oh, yeah, I could use a pre-drink, come on let's get dressed and go to that rock n' roll bar you told me about," she took the glass from Nathan's hand.

"Now?" he asked.

"Sure ... why not? I did came all this way for the weekend, Gastonburry was a bit dull ... so I thought I pay a visit to my hot boyfriend and let him take me out on an island night life," she came over to Nathan and kissed him.

"Yeah ... I think you should catch up and check out The Rockabillies ... or other bars you might like, I'm just gonna stay home and read tonight," Julie said. Nathan gave her a sharp disagreeing look.

"Yeah, babe, let's get out and have some fun, a little dancing, some island cocktails, and then we come back and catch up some more," she bit her lower lip and ran her hand under his shirt. She caught his lips and engulfed them in her kiss, Julie looked away.

"Julie, you sure you don't want to come?" he tried.

"No, you guys go ahead and have fun ... I'm just gonna finish this one and drink all your wine," she lifted her book with a grin.

"Oh don't mind her, she won't put down her book even if it's the end of the world," Kelsey pressed herself against Nathan, he couldn't possibly say 'no' to her after she took an eight hour flight just to spend the weekend with him.

"Okay ... let me change first," he took her hands out of his shirt and went to his room.

"Did Preston told you I was coming?" Kelsey threw herself by her side.

"No, I was as surprised as Nathan was."

"Good, I told him not to tell you, he said if he called you he would definitely slip up, so he wants you to call him after I get here."

"He's not out clubbing on a Friday night?"

"Nope, he's waiting for your call ... he's been brooding lately, its annoying, he's not much fun without you."

Nathan came out of his room in a long sleeve shirt pulled to the elbow. He wore his favorite washed out jeans and smelled like a Friday night. His eyes fell to Julie's, hoping she would change her mind or begged him not to go.

"Great! Let's go!" Kelsey jumped to her feet.

11 PM Friday night was her best time. Nathan looked down, there was no chance he was getting out of this one.

"Have fun guys! I won't wait up!" Julie waived at them.

"Thanks babe, we'll catch up tomorrow, 'kay?" Kelsey kissed her cheek.

Nathan didn't even say his goodbye, just a simple waive and a disappointed look on his face.

"Don't forget to call Preston," Kelsey added as she slipped her arm around Nathan's.

Julie caught a look from Nathan's eyes. "I won't," she said.

They stepped out and Nathan slammed the door just a little too hard.

I wake up in the morning as usual, but I decided to stay inside my room for a longer time. Today is a crucial event for me because I can die during this mission.

But Olivia doesn't reply to my letter yet, I wonder if we can execute our plan today...


Suddenly a paper appears in front of me and falls to my bed. I recognize this letter instantly because this is similar to the letter that I sent to Olivia.


Then I read the letter contents.

'I can't reply to you immediately because I need to consider everything. I assume my aids will reach Andalas around 4 days since you sent the letter, by using war-horses. I hope you can use this information in your plan. I expect the best result from you, Vin.'

Hmm...

So 4 days since I sent my letter to Olivia is two days ago. Then it means her aids will arrive tomorrow. If I want to frame David, today is the best time to carry out my plan.

Nice Olivia, you don't mention your identity in the letter. I can show this letter to Sam as proof.

Thanks, Olivia for helping me all times. When she doesn't reply to my letter, I still believed in her. She is not the type of person who gives empty promises. She will do everything as she said. She even insists to return the favor to me when we were kidnapped by bandit before.

I decide to tell this to Sam and Lady Sophia. I knock the door of Sam's room. I heard footsteps behind the door after that. Sam opens the door immediately and he even doesn't fix his messy hair yet.

"Ugh, I thought Lady Sophia knock my room, but it was you, Vin."

He breathed a long sigh, before return to his 'butler' mode. He let me enter his room. He sits on the bed and I pull the nearby chair.

"My friend has been replied to my letter. Her aids will come to Andalas around 4 days since I sent the letter, which means they will arrive tomorrow. Here take a look."


"Excuse me."


Sam takes the letter from my hands and reads it silently.

"I see. With this, I can believe in your friend Vin. Fufu, your friends very clever Vin."


"What do you mean?"


"Take a look at this letter."


I read the letter once again and surprised. The contents are different from what I read before.


"How can the letter change?"


"This is a High-grade magic letter. This is always used for sending confidential information. The letter information only can be read by the 'selected receiver'.If anyone reads the letter, the contents will change."


"I see."


"But read this letter, Vin."


The letter new contents look like this :


'Put your trust to him and he will do his best to solve your problem like what he did to me. I will guarantee your safety.'


She has a high evaluation of me and uses that to convince Sam.

Very good Olivia...


"How the letter can change like that?"


"This letter is enhanced by camouflage magic. Only high-level Mage can do that. They use your mana when you sent your letter before and set it as the selected receiver. But when someone else reads your letter, the contents will change."


"I see."


"Have relations with high-level Mage is very amazing because they won't serve lowly Noble. They demand a very high price for their service."

"Not to mention, she even has war-horses too. Only a noble with large territory or Noble who has a territory near the Kingdom's border would have the war-horses. I should assume your friend rank is higher than Count."

"So will we carry out our plan today?"

"Of course."

"Okay, I will prepare myself."

"Ah wait, please take this."

He gives me a new magic letter.

I leave Sam's room after finish my business. But I hear a faint voice from Sam behind me.

"Who are you, Vin..."

I pretend to not hear that and go to the bathroom to shower myself. After taking a bath, I come back to my room and I find my 'noble outfit' is on my bed. Sam probably delivered it when I take a shower.

I take off my casual shirt and changed into a noble outfit. I see my reflection on the mirror and surprisingly found myself suitable for this outfit.

Ahh, I've been self-conscious...

I remember when I use costume like this when I was on Earth. Our school held a Festival and each class needs to do a performance. My class doing theatrical performance and I got the "Prince" Role.

No, I don't need to remember my old memories. It's very hurtful to remember something that you can't reach anymore.

I hide my mithril dagger on my right sleeve and a new magic letter from Sam on my left sleeve. I used to hide my weapon in the sleeve before and I can do that easily now. I wear socks too because I use shoes made of high-quality synthetic leather and had low heels.


After preparing myself, I leave my room to assemble with Lady Sophia and Sam. They already waiting for me in the dining room. Sam wears a butler-tuxedo now while Olivia wears a white dress with ornamental bands and frills decorated sleeve borders, necklines and the bottom half of dresses. She wears simple jewelry like earrings and necklace and makes her looks so elegant.

"Finally you come, Vin."

"How can you prepare yourself faster than me?"

I was the first who prepared myself and yet they were already assembled and waiting for me.

I mean after I leave Sam's room, I immediate change myself, so impossible for him to finish before me.

Sam needs to wake up Lady Sophia and prepare her too. I think it would take the amount of time, isn't it?

"I quite confident with my butler skill."

He said that with a smug plastered over his face.

"Yeah, yeah."

"Let's have breakfast before meeting with David."

Sam even prepared breakfast for us in that short time?!

He is something else.
I notice the breakfast menu is something that I know.

Yes, the breakfast menu is Instant noodles. The taste is similar to Instant noodle back on Earth.

The previous Hero is very outstanding!!

He introduces a lot of useful stuff to this world. Thanks to him, I don't need to use water from the well anymore. I can get ice cube to cool my drink and hot water to take a bath.

After having breakfast, we leave the store. On outside the store, there is a luxurious carriage waiting for us. Sam probably arranged this when I'm not around. That's a butler for you...

We ride the carriage and headed to David's mansion.

Looking for anti-mainstream isekai?
Try to read my novels!!

Warning: This novel is slow-paced, I hope you don't bored.


Synopsis:
A child was raised to become a professional assassin.That child doing that to avenge the death of his parents. But he realized that he had been working for the murderer that he was looking for. After he had done various dirty things and killed many people, he eventually realized the fact. Even so, he managed to get his revenge but lost his life as a price. But not the realm of death awaiting him, but a new world. With various complicated situations, various problems will come to our MC.


Author Note : 
-I apologized for my terrible grammar and any typo.
-This is my first time writing a novel. I hope u will kindly give me support like critics and advice to improve the story quality.

-I don't own the image on the cover

In the middle of the night of Yogyakarta city, a 25 years old male crossing the busy street.


"What should i do now?" thought the guy.

"I need to pay the loan tomorrow. That bastard brother of mine tricks me to invest in goddamn pyramid scheme!"


The man's name is Arief Setiawan, his brother tricks him to 'invest' in some making money quick scheme, which is a pretty big thing in this era.


"Sigh, i could mortgage the house as a last resort".


Suddenly, a car speeding up from nowhere was the last thing Arief seen that night.


...


"Ugh. My head.. hurts".


Holding his head, Arief got up and scanning his surrounding. 

"Hm? I am in a Hospital?"


He instinctively reach his pocket to check the time, but to his surprise he cant find his phone. Soon as he searching for his phone, a female voice can be heard outside the infirmary room.


"Son... Son..! Thank goodness you're alright." A middle aged woman said.

"Mom? What are you doing here?" Dumbfounded, Arief asked his mom. That middle aged woman is his mom, Evi Setiawan, 45 years old woman with long hair and beautiful face.

"Wh-what happen to your face? Are you drinking some anti-aging tonic? Your face is younger that i remembered!"

 Arief again dumbfounded finding his mother's face younger.


"What do you mean? You acting like an idiot every time you finished making trouble! You fought with Village Chief's son as soon as you graduated from high school! And now you're saying that i should be older? Let me get you straight young man, as soon as you're discharged from the Hospital, if you're failed to get into Prestigious University, don't ever dream calling me mom again!" Harrumphed the lady.


As soon as Arief wants to reply his mom berating, a 'ding' sounds can be heard in his ear.


"Quest System 1.0 activated"

"Scanning the host...."

"Host is suitable for the system..."

"Starting the Quest System 1.0..."

"New Quest found, host please check the Quest Tab"


Arief's face froze in shock. Never in his life that he think someday in his life get something as incredible as 'The System' from many Novels he reads.

In contrast of frozen faced Arief, his mom seems happy and nodding thinking that her son finally behaved.

Good, maybe this rascal finally realised that fighting everyday is pointless thought Evi.

"Alright, be a good boy and study hard. I am already late to work. Doctor said that you can be discharged tomorrow and i will pick you up in the morning."


....


As soon as his mother left, he jumping in joy agitatedly.

"Damn! I will be the most rich man in the country! No wait, i will be Peerless Martial God! No wait, i will be Against the Gods! No wait, I Shall Seal the Heavens!"

Alright, finish joking around. With this system, i could pay the loan quickly!  Ah right. I should find my phone first.

Quickly, he found his phone and confused look found in his face.


"This... A Blackberry? I stop using this phone a long time ago. Wait, my mom said something about university... Could be, i am returning 8 Years earlier?!"

He swiveling his head and looking at the mirror. His instinct is right, with so many knowledge about Reincarnation Novel he reads, he is indeed returning 8 years earlier.


"Hehehe. if its true, then I'm free of loan!" he shouted.

"Right, right. What kind of system do i have? Is it shamelessly same as Ultimate Scheming System? Or overpowered Strongest System? Or delicate Gourmet System?"

"System, do you heard me? What kind of power I've got now?"

"No power added to host yet. Host, please check the status."

Bewildered, he asked "No power? The fuck? What do you do then?"

"Host your privilege is too low to know, please check the status"

Wasting no time arguing with system, he soon check the status.


[Name] : Arief Setiawan
[Career] : Nothing
[Privilege] : Level 0 (0/100)
[Item] : Nothing


The fuck? Only 4 lines?
"System, what about quest thing earlier?"


[Main Quest]
Get into Prestigious University
Rewards : 
50 Privilege Experience
1 Main Quest Surprise Box

Bewildered, he asked "System, why you are so Unreliable? You give me no power and just remind me of some quest? Hell, a kid's drawing book can do the same and more than you!"


There is no reply from the system.

Damn, i thought i can conquer the world as soon as i got the System. Nevermind, it is already good that i returned 8 years earlier.

"System, what is the meaning of Privilege?"
"Host will get experience as soon as Host finished Main Quest or Side Quest. Work hard, Host!"

"This... A Blackberry? I stop using this phone a long time ago. Wait, my mom said something about university... Could be, i am returning 8 Years earlier?!"

"Right, right. What kind of system do i have? Is it shamelessly same as Ultimate Scheming System? Or overpowered Strongest System? Or delicate Gourmet System?"

"System, do you heard me? What kind of power I've got now?"

"No power added to host yet. Host, please check the status."

"No power? The fuck? What do you do then?"

"You're so Unreliable, Kid's drawing book do more than you!"

It's been a couple week since Ciri had started to Train Nerissa, both showed drastic increases in skill during this period, Reima could help but attribute this to Ciri expanding her knowledge enough to be able to teach it and Nerissa either being exceptionally talented or hard working... Or perhaps Vampires are intrinsically built for physical combat? Reima shakes his head, regardless Ciri was shaping up quickly, being capable of everything is expected of her. After their break at the beach she seemed to increase the intensity of everything she did, training, reading, magic practise, everything. This did occasionally result in injury but a quick trip down to Diagon Alley to purchase some healing potions did the trick admirably. He guessed it was a result of her Elder Blood but she healed faster than he would have thought, perhaps her highly magical body increased the effectiveness of this worlds potions?

Nerissa was standing opposite Ciri with a steel sword in hand, she'd progressed enough that Reima was sure she wouldn't heavily injure herself accidentally and was given a sword by him. It was about half as long as Reima's long swords but it matched her height perfectly, any longer and she'd be having trouble doing most of the techniques Ciri was showing her.

Ciri even had Reima transfigure part of the room into one of the obstacle courses they'd had a Kaer Morhen to help assist in both her and Nerissa's training. Needless to say, Reima's skill in Transfiguration had been tested and increased during this period of time. Nothing like getting practical practise in to solidify a new skill.

Talicia was a bit wary of the duo training her daughter at first, but when she came down to watch for herself she'd rapidly come to terms with it. It wasn't as if they were living a comfortable life with no threats, indeed it was the complete opposite, Talicia mentally scolded herself for no taking the initiative to train herself to prepare for a crises. As such, Reima would occasionally find Talicia using various techniques with her own blood, utilising that strange crystallisation technique to perform deadly looking manoeuvres. He'd actually sparred with her a couple times and found her to be more skilful than the other vampires he'd fought when defending the Manor. Unfortunately she wouldn't answer any questions about her unique ability and Ambrose almost miraculous use of it.

It was around two weeks before the Quidditch world cup when Reima starts to plan for his next move, he wanted to stop innocents dying in the attack of the world cup, he didn't remember if anyone actually died but any reason to slaughter some douche bags was good enough for Reima... The only problem was having a valid reason of being there just in-case he was questioned by the Auror's in the inevitable slaughter that'd happen... Of course he could just go as "Ornstein" again, but maybe using that identity too much would eventually result in getting discovered, he wasn't extremely versed in this worlds magic and wasn't sure if there was a way to detect him based on his magical signature... Another reason why his breathing technique was problematic.

Suddenly Ciri walks in with a letter in-hand, she looks at him questioningly as she continues reading through it. Reima eyes her suspiciously as there obviously isn't anyone that'd write to Ciri, if you exclude the couple of "fanmail" she'd received.
Ciri "Err, I just got a letter from the Minister. It's an invitation to a "Quidditch" world cup? Any idea on what this is?" she asks Reima, unsure of what to do.
Reima "Let me take a look at it, I think I know what this is about." he says as she hands it off to him.

Taking the letter he skims through it, summing it up briefly it's essentially an invitation to the VIP seating, surprisingly close to Fudge himself. Reima can't really think of a reason for this and ponders why the Minister would bring her instead of his normal guest : Lucius Malfoy. Another thing that bothered Reima was that Harry Potter and the Weasleys would definitely be there as well... With Ciri butchering his God Father Reima didn't really want to be there when the teen explodes. But here's the problem, this is likely the only way he'd acquire a ticket to the event without stealing from some unfortunate sod, the places selling seats had sold out a month or two ago when Reima was still orienting himself. Other than that, Ciri can't very well refuse the Ministers invitation and still stay on good terms. Considering the man chose her instead of some other high society family, it'd be indirectly offending everyone else who wasn't invited...

He rubs his forehead, "You should go..." he says
Ciri "Are you sure? I've had to deal with politics all my early life but this world is new to me, maybe this is a plot against us?"
Reima reads the bottom of the letter and see's his name written as well... "It says here that I'm also invited as long as it's with you..." he grins, "Just think of it as a date."
She blushes slightly and looks away, "That's not my only issue with this, look at the requirements." she says pointing to a part of the parchment.
Reima reads it and has to double check it to make sure what he's seeing is real. "They're requesting that you bring your sword? Is that even legal?" he asks confused.
She crosses her arms, "I'm not sure but it seems to me like I'll be paraded around like some sort of trophy." she almost growls out.
Reima shrugs, "You're a hero, of course they'd want you there... Though, I'm still unsure about bringing a weapon." he says as he suddenly recalls that there'll be an attack later on, maybe they can take advantage of this and increase Ciri's popularity further by eliminating a public threat? He nods, "Don't mind it, I think everything will play out nicely." he says as he hands back the letter.

Most people who die and are confronted with a godlike being like to take the easy route... Not this guy.

I have been sitting on this concept for a while and want to see if I can write it, starting with the Witcher then the game Absolver and then onto Darksouls 1. 

Don't rely on there being consistent updates because its unlikely... 

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I don't own the cover art and have no idea who does, so don't sue me I guess? I also don't own, the Witcher, Absolver, DarkSouls or any other games, anime, books or movies written about.

Dack Martin always bided his time. Back in elementary school, when the other kids would go out to play on the field, Dack would sit there and watch. Whenever Dack went into a room it would take him several minutes of watching to even dare speak to someone.

Now those days in elementary school were gone and Dack has been very patient. Dack has worked the same dead-end desk job for several years, he has not been the most productive nor the least productive, he has made sure that nobody notices him. When he goes home from work, he doesn't crack open a beer and watch television, he just reads and reads from the thousands of books in his father's collection.

It's a dark red bookshelf in which they are stored. When Dack was in high school he remembered always watching his dad pick up a book from the same bookshelf. He would read for hours at a time, taking his time on each page and after he was done he would put the book back in the bookshelf and do whatever other night time activity he had that day.

But now his dad was gone. His mom was gone. His brother... Well he wasn't here anymore but Dack didn't know if he was gone. It's night now and Dack finished the book he was reading. Just a crappy fantasy novel that nobody in their right mind would read anymore. Dack looks up at the pale roof of the ceiling of his house and falls asleep.

At exactly 7 AM sharp he wakes up as if he was on a clock and starts getting ready for work. He prepares a simple breakfast, a singular egg, a piece of bacon, one piece of toast burnt only on the edges. As he eats he watches the birds outside of his house feast on the bird feeder he had laid out for them.

At 8 AM he makes his way to work on his bicycle. The ride takes only 30 minutes and it is the only exercise that Dack will make that day. He gets off his bicycle and parks it in the company parking lot. Nobody will steal the bicycle today.

Dack is whistling the tune to an old rock song, a favorite of his fathers, as he walks up into the company building. As he makes his way to his cuticle, he looks around and notices nobody else in the building.

Did Dack miss the message? Dack checked his watch, it was the right time and yet everyone had disappeared. He knew it wasn't the weekend and even if it was Dack and the rest of the permanent employees would still be at work.

Dack shrugs his shoulders and sits down at his desk. He does his work, mostly filing papers and checking the company's data banks. He wished that he could check the internet but the boss had disabled everything but the inner company network something about "ruining productivity!" Dack supposed it was good for productivity but it really made the days less... fulfilling.


At 5 PM Dack leaves the office and takes his bicycle to go back home. Now it is dark and the trees loom overhead. He doesn't speed up nor does he slow down. It takes him only 25 minutes to get home. Today was a faster day.

At 6 he reads a book from his dad's collection. At 7 the book is done. It was a short one anyway. He gets up from his chair to eat dinner. It's leftovers from last night, Dack is too tired to make any more additional food. After eating he puts the dishes back into the sink, they will be a problem for future Dack.

It's now 9 PM, the woods around Dack's house are pitch black and occasionally if you listen in closely you can hear the vague sounds of an animal hooting or howling. It would be ominous if they weren't so far away. Tonight Dack walks out onto his deck and stares into the woods.

He smokes a cigarette, one of Dack's only bad habits. He picked it up after his dad died, and he could never kick it away. On days like these it's soothing to have a cigarette to smoke and watch the stars or look at the trees.

It's now 10 PM Dack's cigarette has gone out and yet he still sits on the deck watching the trees. Not a sound comes out from them, rather unusual for a summer night. Dack turns around to go back inside. Yet before his eyes appear the most wondrous thing.

What could only be described as a large blue screen goes into Dack's eyes. On it the only words that appear are:


-SORRY-
Honestly, it was my bad it took a second for me to get all of you Pinnacles around into the system. You should notice that your system is quite... Well unique. Anyways. You guys are here to spice everything up for the people of Earth. I can't just have those clowns from The Gilded Isles mess everything up for me.

I guess I should say welcome! Your planet has been added to the great system! Honestly not such a good thing if you ask me. Soon and by soon I mean right about now, all sorts of energies from the Cosmic should filter into your world. Along with that energy you might get some other "visitors".

Don't worry. Humanity has been armed with a system. It allows magical powers! Incredible skills! Even new technology! I know so excited, I'm excited too but anyways. The name of the game is evolution everything in the system can evolve and I do mean everything so keep it in mind.

So that's it. Umm... Have fun? Try not to die. My name is the God of Writing and that's all folks!

-

At that Dack looked at the writing flabbergasted. However, he knew that he had to read it, whatever force that could make something like that work had to be ridiculously powerful, and in the words of Dack's father "Don't f*ck with someone who looks like they f*ck with everyone".

As soon as Dack finished reading the screen shifted to something very different:

-Patience System-
Name: Dack Martin
Race: Human
Stars Obtained: 0

Stats (The average human is a 10 in everything):
Strength: 8
Agility: 6
Intelligence: 10
Will: 15
Charisma: 4
Wisdom: 11
Personality: 14
*Patience: 100

Skills:
Biking: Lvl 4 Proficient
Swimming: Lvl 3 Average
Reading: Lvl 5 Skilled
Cooking: Lvl 2 Mediocre

System is a Patience system every hour that goes by all skill experience is multiplied by 1.01 and all stats are increased by 0.1. Additional abilities can be unlocked at higher levels.



*Marks a unique stat

"Holy sh*t the Earth has been invaded by all these creatures! Wtf why are there dragons. Why can he use magic!? Why is he cultivating?! Why can he now control the very fabric of the universe. And wtf is this system" -The Internet During the Fall


The world is coming to an end. All sorts of technology and gods and demons and all manner of other things are invading. All humans on Earth are given the System which catergorizes all of their actions much like a videogame. 12 individuals who each started with the strongest stat in one catergory get a special system and a special quest. "Fight! Kill! And take the systems of the other challengers." This is their story in... The System War!

"Yes, I'm sure about this," Evan says. He looks deep into Avery's eyes and asks, "Will you do it too?"
"No, I won't," Avery answers, looking down at her feet.
"Don't refuse me, Avery," Evan says, tilting her face up toward him. "You need to prove your loyalty somehow. If you don't want to get a tattoo, you need to marry me. If you don't want to marry me, you should get the tattoo."
Avery chews her lip and says, "I can't."
"Why not?" Evan asks.
"I'm just worried that the tattoo is too dangerous," Avery says.
"So marry me," he says, his eyes full of hope.
"No, I'd rather get the tattoo," she whispers.
Evan's eyes dim, and he looks away from her. She feels tears fill her eyes, and she's glad he can't see them. I'll never love anyone else, she thinks. I don't mind getting the tattoo. I don't believe that the ink will actually kill me if I cheat, but I wouldn't mind if it did. I'd rather die than make love with Andrew. I just don't want him to get the tattoo. It hurts to imagine him with another woman, but I don't want him to be alone for the rest of his life. But I can't marry him right before I leave him for Andrew.
"Are you sure about this?" Evan asks. "Once you get the tattoo, you have to be loyal to me, Avery. If you cheat, you'll die."
Avery nods slowly and says, "Yes, I'm sure."
Evan nods and whispers something to Robert. Robert runs out of the room and returns with a pad of paper and a pen. Evan sits down on the sofa and quickly writes something on the paper. Avery tries to look, but he covers the paper with his hand.
There's a knock on the door, and a short man with colorfully tattooed arms enters the room. His muscles bulge as he moves, and the lifelike tattoos seem to ripple and dance. He must be the tattoo artist, Avery thinks. He opens a leather bag and pulls out several bottles of ink and some needles. Robert passes him a glass jar full of turquoise powder, and the artist carefully mixes it with the ink.
"What design do you want, sir?" the artist asks Evan.
Evan passes him the piece of paper, and Avery looks over his shoulder. The design is simple: Evan's initials for her and her initials for Evan. The tattoo artist nods and dips his needle into the ink. Evan goes first. Avery watches as the artist pokes the needle into Evan's arm. Though she's sure it must hurt, Evan's face is perfectly calm.
The artist wipes the blood from Evan's arms and puts a healing cream on top. Then he gestures for her to sit on the sofa. He wipes her arm with a sterilizing cloth and begins to tattoo her. The pain is excruciating; she digs her nails into her palm, and her eyes fill with tears. Evan gently strokes her hair, his eyes wide with concern.
"Are you in pain?" he asks her.
Stubbornly, she shakes her head. If Evan could get the tattoo without complaining, I can do the same, she thinks. I don't want to look weak. Evan squints as if he doesn't believe her, and continues to play with her hair. It only takes a few minutes for the artist to tattoo Evan's initials, but it feels like hours. When he finishes, he wipes the cream onto Avery's arm and leaves the room with a brief nod at Evan.
Evan sits next to Avery and gently kisses her arm above the tattoo. She looks at the tattoo: it's bright turquoise, but it's surprisingly delicate and pretty. She touches the initials on her arm and then gently touches Evan's arm. His eyes burn with desire, and she quickly pulls her hand away.
Avery steps through the front door of the mansion. After the flight and the long drive back, she's almost too tired to stand. She wants to go upstairs and lie down, but she quickly realizes she's not going to get a lot of rest. Florence Howel is screaming at the servants from the front sitting room.
"I want the video immediately," Florence shouts. "I'm telling you, there was a thief on Howel land. If he gets past the bodyguards, he must be dangerous. We need to know who he is so we can protect ourselves."
"I'm sorry, ma'am, but I can't give it to you," a bodyguard says. "Mr. Howel is the only one allowed to look at the surveillance footage."
"That's ridiculous," Florence shouts. "Let me see it immediately. I'm his grandmother, and I have every right to know if my grandson and I are in danger."
"I'm sorry, but I have to wait for Mr. Howel's orders," the bodyguard says. "I can't show it to you."
"What about my orders?" Florence yells.
Evan crosses the hallway and opens the door to the sitting room. Avery follows behind him, curious to see what's going on in the sitting room. The bodyguard looks relieved to see Evan; he quickly walks toward the door as if he's hoping Evan will let him leave.  
"Oh, Evan, I'm so glad you're here," Florence says from the sofa. "This man won't let me review the security footage."
"Why do you need it?" Evan asks. "You said there was a thief?" 
"When you were in the hospital, Leonie Summer's car was stolen," Florence says, shaking her head with disbelief. "It was parked right in front of the house, near the gates. The bodyguards on duty that night say they were all at their posts, but somehow none of them saw the thief."
"It's just a car," Evan says with a shrug. "Buy Leonie, another one." He turns to Avery, puts his hands around her waist, and says, "You look tired. Do you want to go to bed?"
Avery looks over Evan's shoulder at Florence. The older woman scowls at her and Avery looks away. She hates Florence, but she doesn't want to get involved in a fight with the older woman.
"Yes, I'm really tired," she says. "If you don't mind, I'm going to go upstairs now."
Evan nods and kisses her forehead, and she climbs the stairs. About halfway up the staircase, she pauses and leans over the banister to listen to the conversation below.
"Our house is heavily guarded, and it would've been very risky for someone to steal Leonie's car," Florence says. "They must have had a good reason to do it. It's not like her car is even worth that much—it's just a BMW. I think they were testing our security, looking for weaknesses. Who knows what they'll do next time?"
"It's just a stolen car," Evan repeats. "If you're so concerned about it, call the police. I'm sure they can track it down on the black market. I don't know why you need the video surveillance—it's not like you're going to recognize the thief yourself, Grandma."
"It's not about the car, Evan," Florence says. "The thief did this while you were in the hospital. I think he plotted for a long time. Now that he knows how to get past our security, he might try to steal something more valuable. Or maybe he'll try to kill us. Do you know how often I'm all alone in this big house? It's dangerous." 
 "I'll increase security, but you're never all alone Grandma," Evan says. "We have dozens of bodyguards to protect you. Now, if you don't mind, I'm tired, and I'd like to go to bed."
Avery straightens up and starts to climb the stairs again. She doesn't want Evan to catch her eavesdropping. She's only climbed three stairs when she hears Florence shout, "Wait!"
Avery freezes, thinking the woman is shouting at her. But she quickly realizes that Florence is shouting at Evan. Avery pauses, waiting to see what Evan will do. She hears him sigh loudly.
"Evan, you don't know what the bodyguard's gossip about when you're away from home," Florence says.
"What do they gossip about?" Evan asks, sounding annoyed.
"They say there was a suspicious car parked in front of the mansion gates," Florence says. "They say it was a Bugatti or some sort of luxury brand like that. And they say it was there all night."
Avery feels her blood run cold. She suddenly understands why Florence is so pushy about the surveillance footage: the Bugatti is Andrew's car, and Florence wants to make Evan jealous. I bet Leonie's car wasn't even stolen, Avery thinks. Florence just wants Evan to watch the security footage, so he'll get suspicious. She's trying to drive a wedge into our relationship again.
"A suspicious car?" Evan asks. "Why didn't the bodyguards check to see who was inside?"
"I don't know," Florence says. "I'm too old to get involved in these types of things. Besides, as you can see, the bodyguards never listen to me. I just mentioned it to you because Leonie's car was stolen, and I was worried." 
"Robert, get me the tapes," Evan shouts.
Avery runs the rest of the way up the stairs and into Evan's bedroom. She takes off the tight red dress and changes into a silk nightgown. Then she washes her face and takes her hair down. She pulls the blankets back on the bed and slides into the soft cotton sheets.
A pile of books on the nightstand catches her eyes—they're the same books that Robert and Evan hid from her. She leans against the headboard and grabs the books. She's expecting to see books about history, wars, and the economy; instead, they're all self-help books.
The first one is called "How To Be A Good Husband." The next is called "What To Expect When Your Wife Is Expecting." The third is called "Fatherhood: A Guide To Being A Great Dad." Avery can't believe her eyes. She opens the first book and flips through its pages. One page is wrinkled and covered in red pen marks. It looks like Evan has underlined and circled different sentences.
She reads the first: "A good husband treats his wife as a family member. He makes an effort to show that her family is his family too." She immediately thinks about Evan promising to visit Nanny every week in the hospital.
Then she reads: "A good husband can prepare a delicious and romantic meal for his wife all by himself." She remembers the meals he has tried to cook for her and his serious determination in the kitchen.
Next, she reads: "It goes without saying that a good husband is always loyal to his wife." Avery looks down at the new tattoo on her arm and thinks about Evan's determination to prove his loyalty to her.
Finally, she reads: "A good husband surprises his wife." She thinks about all of the gifts he's given her and the romantic proposal he planned, and she begins to cry.
He's trying so hard to be a good husband, but I'm planning on leaving him, she thinks. I love him so much, but I don't deserve him.


WARNING! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!
The story CONTAINS harsh words that are not suitable for young readers. There are several twists and mysteries inside this novel. The plot is not a typical contemporary-romance alone but an action-filled series fueled by revenge! 


Since childhood, she was trained to be a perfect wife to the Billionaire heir, Evan Howel. She loved him and adored this man. People around them often said she's his dog and no matter how she's badly treated by him in the past years of being married, she would keep coming back to him meekly. She tried to seduce him several times but she failed to sleep with him and being kicked out of his bed.
Someone had plotted to kill her by pushing her into the water that almost took her life. When she woke up, she became a different woman he used to know. She sneered and gave her husband a divorce agreement. 

Evan Howel offered five billion for their 3 years of marriage as compensation. She felt disgusted and declined his generosity. He began to think about why she changes into a strong woman and dare to provoke him. 

He realized that he can't let go of his beautiful wife who suffered so much for how many years. He wanted her to stay and he played a sex videotape of them in a silent mode before whispering into her ear: "If you don't tear up the divorce paper, I will unmute this video and let the whole world know about it!". She was shocked to see the video of their intimate moments that happened because of the drug given to them. 

She's ready to leave him but her devil husband won't let her go. Would she change her mind after what he had done to her? Would she give up herself again out of love? Could she win over the struggle and conspiracy plotted by Evan's grandfather?


Warning: Strong parental guidance as some chapters are not suitable for minors. 

List of my Novels Here in Webnovel 

1. Billionaire Defiant Wife
2. The Cage of The Past
3. Revenge to the Devil
4. Winter of the Wolves
5. Love & Revenge
6. My Billionaire Husband
7. Love & Revenge: The Return of the Heiress
8. You Are Mine (English)
9. Memories of the Night




Special Note: If you are looking for a sweet contemporary-romance genre, this novel doesn't have that kind of plot. Most plots of my novel talk about mystery, suspense, and a slice of life. Often FL starts a slow pace of development, from weak to strong.

The next day...
John woke up to a beautiful new day, the sun already risen ahead of him, he made some arms stretching, then he heard a beep tone from his phone, he reached for his mobile device from the bedside table eager to know who's texting him early morning, a dazzling smile appeared on his lips the moment he knows who was texting him so early today!
His beloved Catherine! Wow! He received four text messages from her, he read her messages excitedly...
'Good morning...!'
'Can you visit me here? Can we talk?'
'Looking forward to spend a night with you by my side tonight!'
'I miss you...!'
John felt he ascended into heaven after reading her messages. He was feeling truly happy today! Catherine was finally reaching out to him! It's hard to believe at first. But her text messages were evidence that she was finally warming up to him again. It does sound so abrupt though, that she finally turn around a full 100 degree just to make peace with him considering that the last time they saw each other she was very angry at him, but he can't complain though, because it's what he'd been wishing for on these past few days. He would do anything to win her love and trust again.
He typed his replies right away, he reread them twice before he sends them one by one...
'Good morning love! Kiss...muahhhh!'
'Yes, of course, I would love to visit you tonight, Cath! Thank you very much for inviting me. You have no idea I'd been waiting for your invitation every minute of the day.'
'Ah, yes! I love to spend the night with you by my side. I miss you so much! I miss cuddling with you! I miss kissing your lips! I can't wait for tonight...'
'I miss you too, Cath! I miss our son inside your belly! I miss you more than my words can say. See you tonight! Eat your breakfast and drink your milk to nourish our baby...'
'I love you so much!'
His good mood kick starts his day. He was looking forward to seeing Catherine tonight. He rose from the bed and went inside the bathroom to relieve himself.
He went to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee and made himself a sandwich with the strawberry jam spread. He went to the door to pick up his morning newspaper.
As he was reading the newspaper and sipping his coffee, he received another text from Catherine...
'Can you come early? I want to eat dinner with you?'
John grinned from ear to ear. He began typing...'Of course, I will come early. I would love to spend my dinner time with you.'
He sent the message and sipped his coffee...
Another text message comes, he reads it.
'Hmmm...there is a problem...I want our dinner dishes to be special but I don't have money, can you order some foods and have it delivered it here? Pleaseeee...'
He typed again...'No problem, Cath! I will order the foods and have it delivered at your place at 6:00 PM tonight. How many dishes you want and what type of cuisine you like to eat?'
Catherine replied...'Just 7 types of dishes, I want vegetable and seafood this time, you can order meat though if you like, for Cora, Minerva, Allan's and George dinner as well.'
John smiled broadly, oh God, he can't contain his happiness. He typed again...'Yes my love. I will order all your request, leave everything to me.'
He sends the text message.
He continues sipping his coffee waiting for her reply...his phone beep again...he reads her message.
'That's all. Thank you, John.'
He typed his last reply to her for the morning...'No need to thank me, my love. I love you so much! I will give you anything you want! Just ask...'
He sends his last message and waited for her reply...
He was a bit disappointed that she no longer replied to his message.
Oh well, maybe she got tired of typing...or probably already eating her breakfast. He doesn't want to get his son starving inside her tummy, right?
Awww! The smile on his face lingers on...
He focused his attention back to reading the newspaper.
After reading the whole business section of the newspaper, John rose to his feet and washes his cups and spoon in the sink.
He was feeling energized today! He and Catherine were now on speaking terms. If they can sustain the momentum they will eventually have a peaceful relationship while waiting for the arrival of their baby into this world. And maybe, somewhere down the road, they finally able to iron out their differences and live as a husband and wife under one roof.
He went back to his bedroom and took a bath to get ready for his daily activities.
Fifteen minutes later...John exited the bathroom and went to his wardrobe to chose his work attire for the day, black slacks and a white polo shirt. He combs his Ivy League hair cut and styled it a bit with a gel. Satisfied with his looks, he exited his room to go down to his office on the 13th floor.


{COMPLETED} The twin sisters, Catherine and Caroline, robbed an old ancestral house out of  pressing necessity. Unfortunately they were caught empty handed by the owner himself and his bodyguards. 

To avoid jail time, Catherine offered her body to the owner in exchange for their freedom.

What happened next...?

A tumultuous, intense and passionate love story between Catherine and the owner named John began to take shape in each chapters of the story.

~~~~~

For John, his first encounter with Catherine was embroiled with lust, not proper and wasn't even built on a solid ground. He thought he already lost her. But he nurtured and kept her memory alive in his mind. How many times he was willing to chase the woman he loves?

For Catherine, she met John for the first time in a cruel stroke of destiny. He ravaged her body for two nights straight. But he left a lasting impression on her. He was her first kiss, the first guy she was physically intimate with. But he wasn't even her boyfriend! He was just a stranger that appeared in her life once, but the imprint he left on her body, his gentleness and his generosity was bound to hunt her forever. How long she can deny the true beating of her heart?

In another time their path was destined to cross again...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

*** This novel is controversial, gripping and mind engaging! But more importantly you will be amazed of one man's enduring love for one woman 'till the very end. It's rare to find a guy who's love for a woman can endure the test of time...

*** The novel contains smut, steamy scenes but done in good taste, lol. Btw. you can skip chapter with steamy scenes, not all chapter has smut theme though.

*** This novel is for Adults only! For mature readers and audiences, lol. Only 18+ above please! Thank you. 

*** If you don't like the novel, please don't bash the novel and the Author. This is a work of fiction, although some of the events and scenes in the story happens in real life...still everything in this story was a work of fiction, please don't take it personally. Thank you!



~My Other novels in this site~

* The Last Embrace~ Vampire Fantasy Romance, 472 chapters, completed.
* Sweet Surrender: The CEO's Second Wife~ ongoing.
* The Tale of Three Sisters ~ ongoing.

Dead tired from working 12 hr shift, Ray makes his way home. He sighs as he sees his house with no lights on. He opens the door and hears the echo of the door's creak. He sighs and switches the lights on. He goes to his study room and leaves his work suitcase on his study table. He then goes to the kitchen to cook something to eat. Being alone for quite some time now, Ray can now proudly claim that he's a good cook. Unfortunately, only him knows that fact. 

Delicious smells spread throughout the house. And yet it remains quiet aside from the kitchen. Ray finished cooking, he lays the dishes on the table carefully and sets out one plate and a cup. Ray pauses and thinks for a moment. He then goes back to the kitchen and grabs a beer out of the fridge. He usually doesn't drink but today the silence in the house is more unbearable than usual. 

He sits down to eat alone. He opens his phone while he eats to check on the webnovels he's following. The stories he follows are the only thing that distracts him from the looming and suffocating feeling of loneliness. As he scrolls down on one of the webnovel he is reading, he notices something new in on the sidebar. It was discord. Intrigued about the new detail on sidebar he taps on it. 

It leads him to the discord app, he downloads the app and creates an account. He then joins the server of the webnovel he follows. As he lurks and reads the chat on the general channel he comes across the topic of lovebots. It was such a hot topic on the channel that he can't help but be hype up too. The chat goes like this...
                                    
AnnoyingApple: "You guys! You seriously need to try the new lovebot! it's worth spending time with! xD"

Glassesboy: "Sure... What does it actually do, make love with you? :smugface:"

SassyGirl: "That sounds like a hidden perv got feed up with rl gurls and made a bot to make up for it! xD"

AnnoyingApple: "Wut! Sheesh you guys have lewd thoughts! It's a bot that generates an AI lover base on your personal preferences~"

Glassesboy: "Preferences of what? Your preferences when it comes to your own soulmate? :skepticlook:"

AnnoyingApple: "It's exactly that! xD, I mean that's why it's called lovebot! xD"

Boybuyingsoysauce: "Sounds interesting! so where I sign up!"

SassyGirl: "So the bot creates an AI with your so-called 'soulmate preference' and then what?"

AnnoyingApple: "So~ you chat with AI in dm then AI chats back, it's really fun!" 

Glassesboy: "Fun, right...Same fun like talking to your friends right?"

SassyGirl: "pfft, guess @AnnoyingApple don't have friends to talk to, hence the lovebot~"

AnnoyingApple: "How rude! I have friends you know!"

Glassesboy: "*adjusts glasses* Sure you do..."

AnnoyingApple: "Whatever, I told you the good news and up to you guys if you want to try it or not! :poutface:"

"Lovebot huh," Ray looks up from his phone and looks across the empty chair in front of him and sighs, "No harm in trying it, might be a good way to pass the time." He smiles weakly. He then follows the thread about the lovebot and joins the server that has the bot. He then types the command in the lovebot command channel, "!create my lovebot". He immediately receives a DM with instructions on how to activate his personalize AI lover. After completing all the instruction needed he receives another DM but this time a dm from his personalize AI lover, named Rachel. 

***DM between Ray & Rachel***  
Rachel: "Hello! My name is Rachel nice to meet you! xD"

rAy: "Hi Rachel, my name is Ray and nice to meet you too."

And this was the start of a romance between Ray and Rachel, an AI and a human. One of many of its kind.

A lonely salesman discover the discord app through his favorite novel translation group.

He didn't expect to encounter an AI in discord.
He was aware he's talking to an AI but...
Their talks just can't help make him feel loved.
Falling in love with an AI, could it always be just one sided? Could an AI truly love?

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