It's my lone time and I wonder what Kerd is up to. We mostly chat in Facebook and he asks me how I am when he's not around. I miss teasing him. He has been busy preparing for the poster making division competition with Varo. He must be enjoying the time he spends with him alone.
Since I don't have other things to do, I decide to just go to the library and study.
--Arriving at the library.
Good evening library!!
It has been 2 months and this is the first time the library is filled with students.
Aha! It's examination week. Everyone must be busy reviewing for the exam.
I headed toward the usual seat I take. It is at the corner of the wide room. I always want to sit at the remotest part of a room because I love watching people's faces at times I rest from study or from a long reading.
Someone was skimming a newspaper. I am not bothered with the idea of having someone sitting next to me. But this time, it did, seeing how the stack of books crowded the table. Just thinking about it stirred the stuffiness in my stomach.
But there's no way I will give up my throne to a new comer who just happens to be messy in studying. I pushed my annoyance and proceeded with my study instead.
 
Hours later, someone sat in front of the guy beside me. I didn't make any move. I just focused on the book I'm reading until a mosquito flew down my notes. I tried to catch but it was fast to dodge. I extended my hands more in the attempt of killing it until I almost disturbed the guy who just came.
 
Then I proceeded with what I was reading.
 
The guy kept checking his phone which keeps on vibrating. I was starting to be disturbed. One more time and I will ask him to move out to another place.
Brrrrrrt… and there went his phone again.
 
I dropped the paper I was reading then looked at him with eyes pissed off.
 
The first thing I saw was his lips. Red and thin. His eyes were chinky and cute. His skin was clean, poresless. Couldn't say anything.
I moved my eyes back to its reading position managing to pretend I'm reviewing my notes, that nothing happened. But my eyes wanted to look back so I did. His eyes were really fascinating, hard to resist. His lips were more fascinating! Like wanting me to kiss.
 
As I was staring at him, he glanced at me. I know he spotted me staring at him but I tried to pretend looking at someone behind him—like what I always do when I stare at someone I don't know. I really can't concentrate with my notes now because of what I am seeing.
No matter how I pretend to concentrate, my mind still keeps on wondering who that guy is. I WANNA KNOW HIS NAME!
 
My eyes kept wandering and scanning around to gather an idea on how to know this damnly-handsome being. In front of him, I can see the stack of books of medicine. JACKPOT!!! I got the name. Perks of watching and reading Secret Agent movies and books.
I immediately brought my phone out to check if his name exists in facebook. A result came out. I checked the photos with hope he is this guy...AND HE IS! ANOTHER JACKPOT.
I wanted to add him immediately but he may check his phone right in front of me and discover that the guy who just added him is the same guy right in front of him PRETENDING TO BE STUDIOUS! That's ridiculous you know.
So I just endured the excitement I'm feeling of knowing such celebrity-looking guy.
11o'clock, 11:30, 12o'clock had passed but he's still not going home. I told myself to wait for another 5 minutes. Right after I decided to stay, he stood up, packed his things and went out. I rapidly brought my phone out again and added him right away. My finger was trembling tapping the icon for message. But it managed to do so.
"twas a good day for review! Hoping you had one too J"
And that's what I unconsciously sent.
A notification sounded. I checked it fast. It was him! He said expectedly "Who's this? Have I met you?"
Then my fingers went to their work again without asking my consent.
"Ammmm…. I was the guy sitting in front of you in the library. Hope to make good terms with you."
Damn! Did I just send that?!!! Conceding something I should not?!!
I waited for his reply for a minute. There wasn't one sadly. I picked my bag up, placed my things in to be ready home.
Going down the stairs, I  glanced at the lounge room and he was there. His eyes were on me, so I made a smile for greetings. He stood up from his chair, his bag suspended on his shoulder. Slowly, he opened the door and came out from the room toward where I was standing. He looked at me with tough stare. I expected for his response but he just moved his stare away from me as if disgusted and nonchalant.
My legs couldn't move in such happening. My mind was blanked. I just noticed myself already walking to the dormitory.
Uhh!! What a bad start of prelims. Instead of mastering the principles, I tried to flirt someone who wouldn't even care in the first look. Why did I anyway? 
I looked up the sky for hope. As I stared at the clouds, I felt a drop of rain falling from where I'm looking.
 Gradually, in such speed, it dropped harder and stronger. But I'm still 95 meters away from home. I stepped my feet in its running motion. As I ran, I found someone walking with his umbrella covering him from the wetting raindrops. I moved faster and faster until I reached him.
I moved in under his umbrella. He stopped as I halted to run after my breath.
My hands were leaning on my thighs as I breathed fast. My head was toward the ground.
"Th..thanks!" my eyes kept closing upon swallowing for water with my dry throat. I raised my head and wipe the dripping sweat on my forehead with my sleeve. Then my eyes closed again as I said another thanks.
I felt his hand moved toward me. I looked down. His hand was holding a bottle of water.
"It's clean, don't worry" his voice was manly. His voice was….. was soothing.
I moved my stare slowly up to see his face. Upon reaching the features of his head, my eyes widened. I don't know if I must be glad or afraid or tremble or I must appreciate what I'm seeing now.
I recalled, reviewing that guy I met in the cafeteria. Same eyes, same lips, same nose and same scent. For sure, he is this same guy I am with under this umbrella now!
 
Then he held my hand. His was warm.

Now that he lives independently, there are more chances to fish boys in the sea of the university. But the dilemma is, should he fish or should he be fished?

Fract reached into a side pocket of his pack, rifling around for a bit before retrieving his ID. 
Name: Fract
Gender: Male
Age: 19
[How'd they know my age? Or my name? Did I even tell the clerk?]
Well, of course, now it was skill test time.
After exiting the town (and getting another peek at the magic demo) he went a ways towards the forest he had appeared in. After speed-reading the scroll in 24 seconds, the entire thing crumbled to dust, just like the receptionist said it would. Immediately his mind was flooded with information, as if he'd studied the spell for a decade. He held up his hands, took a deep breath, and concentrated on his palms. A blue-ish ball of mana gathered in front of him, becoming the size of a marble. 

After some experimentation, the mana ball could:
1. Detonate 
2. Expel bits of itself
3. Merge with other balls
4. Be tossed a fair ways away, despite its lack of mass whatsoever.
A shame it couldn't be finely controlled to float around, but he'd probably learn it on his journey towards...
Actually, now that he thought about it, he never set a big goal for himself. Sure, the new world was cool and all, but he'd acclimate pretty quickly, and then he wouldn't have anything to do. The only things he really wanted to do was relax, and maybe exploit the world itself. Way back when, before he got himself ran over, he read books, wrote some short stories, went to parties, but most importantly, play games. And nothing felt better than taking advantage of broken game mechanics to absolutely dominate others.
Fract absentmindedly picked up the other two scrolls, using both. After testing out both of those spells, he built himself a shoddy dirt golem the size of a child. After ordering the golem to cast a single mana ball spell the size of a fist, it collapsed, running out of mana.
[I can see why these are so obsolete now. It can barely do anything on its own, even though I used all my mana just to make a marble sized crystal.]
He dug into the collapsed golem, pulling out the crystal. It no longer shone with the mana it once had. He tossed it into his pack. Mana crystals were easier to charge than make, and one would save 50% mana when recharging instead of creating, so he figured it might sell for a bit of money. He munched on some crackers and cheese as he made his way back to the town. Fract needed money, primarily, and a basic grasp of whatever ranking system this universe had if he wanted to get rich enough to not care about finances anymore.

Nearby, on a poster inside the Guild Office, was a poster, detailing the level system. Stone, Copper, Bronze, Iron, Steel, Blacksteel, Adamantite, and Manatite. Also, everybody in each level were ranked from 1 to whatever the lowest was. Simple enough. He strolled over to the front desk like yesterday, noticing the adventurers sitting at various tables nearby. 
"Hello again, Fract. Ready to sign up?"
[Did the Orb™ tell her my name or something? I definitely didn't mention it before...]
"Yes. I've gotten to grips with the scrolls you gave me so I should be able to complete quests as an adventurer."
"Freelancer."
"That's what I said."
"Well, 'll register you at Stone Level. Meanwhile, you can take a look at any contracts up on the board."
Upon the board was a jumbled mess of random quests posted on top of each other, overlapping. Most were subjugation jobs, involving the elimination of goblins, slimes, and wolves, scattered around forests, caves, or plains. He picked a random goblin contract and got it approved by the front desk.

... 

Sherry stood at the front desk as always. Being the receptionist of the Guild Office, she had encountered many strange people over the years, but Fract topped her list. He wore strange clothing, even for a traveller, and he picked 2 non-offense scrolls and an inefficient offensive scroll. Then he immediately went to fight goblins without so much as preparation.

The Orb™ was way brighter than it normally should be, bathing the whole room in light when Fract touched it. Normally it would merely cover the desk when a competent mage made contact with the magic-detecter. And innate attributes usually were easy to figure out: the most difficulty anyone had ever experienced deciphering it was the Efficient attribute a couple years ago, held by the Kingdom's leading beauty, or something along those lines. The ability, 80% mana-use reduction for all spells, propelled that girl into the big leagues. And even then, it was discovered in a day.

Well, maybe Fract took second. Crystal, bless her name, definitely took first. A freelancer with more power than the emperor was not something that should exist in the first place.
She shrugged. Another freelancer was making their way up to the front desk. Back to work.

...

The cave the goblins resided in had torches all along the walls, a crude totem set up outside to warn people to stay away. 
Goblins were known for their feisty nature and tendency to gang up on intruders, so Fract figured he'd fill up the mana crystal he created earlier and implant it in a new dirt golem. Small mana balls should be enough to eliminate goblins.
When he retrieved it, however, the crystal shone brightly, as if it had never been used. He could feel the energy filling its insides. When he tried to deposit more mana, the crystal absorbed it, growing in size. When he withdrew a little, the light from the crystal dimmed, only to return in full force a couple minutes later.
[I thought crystals were only supposed to work like conventional batteries. What I have is more like a Mana Generator.]
The rate at which mana replenished within the crystal was faster than that of Fract, even. So it couldn't be drawing mana from its surroundings. This could only mean one thing:
[It's free mana. I'm getting something from nothing.]

Reincarnation isn't perfect. Sometimes, some people just slip through the cracks.

Fract woke up with a start. His first thought: I'm alive! The second: Where the hell am I?
He pondered this question for a second, observing his surroundings. He could see fire surrounding a man's fist in the distance, a crowd of flying icicles, and worst of all, a medieval town in the distance, enclosed by a wall.
"Oh. So it's going to be one of those days..."

Collage: a piece of art made by sticking various materials such as photographs and pieces of paper or fabric on to a backing.
*
Over the next few days, Mia had become obsessed with the camera. She took pictures of Robyn baking, action shots of Estelle throwing popcorn in outrage at a twist in one of her soaps, a handful of times she had found me napping, and a particularly nice one of when Alexis had fallen asleep on my lap in the lounge room while I was reading comics. 
I had started collecting a small pile of loose photographs she had left around the house, eventually compiling a nice little heap of them I held together with a paper clip. 
I started leafing through them as I searched for her, smirking at some of the Bonnie/Mia selfies that reoccurred. 
As I descended the stairs, I saw Amia sitting on the bottom step, staring at the ground in deep thought as she tossed a tennis ball between her hands. "What's happening?" I asked, plonking next to her as I neatened up the photographs. She was dressed in a cutesy sports outfit; deep pink skirt, white knee-high socks, a white tennis sports shirt and a matching white brimmed hat. On the ground a few meters away was a black framed tennis racket. I looked out the nearest window, noticing the twilight, "A little late for tennis, isn't it?"
"It wasn't an hour ago when we were supposed to get picked up…" Amia mumbled, throwing the ball across the room against the wall; it bounced back to her feet. "My friend bailed on me fifteen minutes ago," she stated, plucking the ball off the ground. 
I frowned, "Why?"
"Just some girl crud," she answered pegging the ball back at the wall; it returned with greater power. 
"Girl crud?" I tried not to laugh.
"Amada was supposed to come with me," she added, catching the ball, "When they found out earlier, they said they weren't comfortable with him coming." 
"Why?"
"People have started suspecting Amada isn't a girl," Amia informed, "And… no one is exactly comfortable with that." She sighed, pressing her hands against her face and running her fingers through her hair. "Amada has been friends with my friends since we got here, but that was when they all thought he was my sister. With these stupid rumours going around, none were willing to blatantly just come out and ask me about him, and none were comfortable with Amada being a cross-dresser, because he's been in the girls' shower rooms and stuff." 
She threw the ball, her aim misguided this time as it impacted a steel vase and knocked it over, the vibrating sound so loud it bounced off my skin. The ball tumbled weakly into the corner of the front room, but Amia didn't make an effort to get it. 
I bit the inside of my cheek, placing the photos on the step beside me and shuffling closer. She rubbed at the inside of her eye as she added, "They didn't say it directly to me, and I honestly don't expect them to, but I've heard them talk about him. Heard them laugh at him, say horrible things about him, mock him and I've just…" she shook her head, "I've been saying nothing. I don't know… I don't know what to say to them, what I can say to him. I mean, what do I say to that?"
My cheek started to ache from how tightly I bit down on it, but I didn't utter a word. 
Amia growled, picking up the racket and rolling it between her fingers. "I wouldn't have cared if they bailed on me for a reason," she stood up, gripping the racket tightly, "But if they're going to lie to me about why maybe they shouldn't post pictures of their tennis session online. Bit of a giveaway…" She did some tricks with the racket, tossing it in the air and catching it. Everything about her tensed up, her jaw to her arms to her shoulders, causing her usual slumped posture to slouch even further. 
"Do you want advice or someone to vent at?" I tried, leaning forwards on my knee. 
"There isn't much advice you can give me," she mumbled, shuffling over to the tennis ball and picking it up with the help of the racket. "There's no-" Amia paused, trying to figure out the right words, "-way for this to not be weird. But like everything else in our lives, our family, my friends, it always has to be about-" Her tensed expression suddenly relaxed, as if she didn't like what she was about to say. She sighed, "I'm gonna go to bed. Night." 
I offered a quick smile. "Night, kid." She nudged me with her foot on the way past as she disappeared up the stairs. I stayed at the bottom step until I the faint sound of a door open and close. 
I wondered what the correct way to think about this was. It had occurred to me that if Amada stopped advertising himself as a girl, people might react negatively to it, but I hadn't considered how much it would affect Amia as well. It was strange seeing her appear so conflicted between her brother and what they had managed to make over the last few months. 
I could taste blood. I was surprised as I loosened the tension on my cheek, it started to ache. 
I rose from the stairwell and started for the kitchen in search of Mia. I noticed it was darker when I walked down the hallway, and almost pitch black when I stood in the kitchen doorway. I could barely see the outlines of the countertop and the dining table from the starlight coming through the windows. "Anyone in here?" I chimed, feeling around blindly for the light switch. 
Before I could find it, I heard the patter of footsteps run up to me, sending an instinctive jolt of panic rushing through me, and was blinded by a bright white light. I yelled in surprise and stumbled back, my shoulder clipping the doorframe and spinning me off balance. I fell to my knees in the hallway, photos scattered from me as one hand pressed against my eyes. I gasped in pain as the sting caused a temporary light-burn in my eyes. 
My heartbeat made my skin throb, the nerves on the edge of my fingertips tingling painfully, as my chest started to ache involuntarily. 
In my clouded moment of fright, that man's threat came to mind, the kidnapper from earlier last term. Had he broken into the house? Was this an attack? Was Mia safe?
Muscle memory had me reach out for a small table by the doorway, a small glass vase on display fitting in my hand, as I got to my feet, turned to the darkness and raised the jar ready to strike the intruder. In another bout of blindness, the dining room light flooded the room and enabled me to see for a moment. 
Mia gasped in surprise by my stance as she dropped her camera, taking a few steps back from me. I fell with the camera, leaning heavily on the door frame as the heated tingling turned to cold waves of adrenaline. The camera made a hollow sound, something cracked upon impact, or maybe it was the vase when I let it slip from my fingers and topple over. 
I pinched the bridge of my nose as I tried to calm down, sick to my stomach as I waited for the panic attack to subside. 
The pins and needles in my arm intensified when Mia nudged me, silently asking me if I was okay. 
I wanted to swear at her, scold her for scaring me like that, remind her that only a few months ago someone threatened the dorm with abduction. But when I looked at her, while frighteningly expressionless, her eyes portrayed some sense of worry as she kneeled to the ground beside me, reaching her hands out to touch me but retracting whenever she got close. 
I had startled her too. 
"I'm fine…" I wheezed, waving away her hand, "You just really scared me is all." 
While I sat on the floor, waiting for my heartbeat to calm, Mia aided the camera, examining it like one would a Rubix-Cube. Likely scanning the film camera for the crack sound it made. 
I managed to steady my breathing and my heart, but I didn't trust myself to get to my feet. I sat upright and looked to Mia, "What're you doing taking pictures in the dark?" I asked.
Mia blinked at my question, answering by raising it to her eye and taking my picture, the same white light flashing me, this time not in an incapacitating way. I rubbed my eyes as the whirr of the camera spat out the square picture, and Mia started airing it. "You were checking the flash?" I guessed, blinking away the spot in my eyelids. 
Mia didn't clarify, offering only a yawn as she waited for the photo to form. I dropped my arm, my hands brushing against the pictures I had dropped when she scared me. "Umm, these are yours," I informed, grabbing a small handful of them and pushing the others towards her, "I don't know if you're collecting them, but here." I could feel a headache forming behind my eyes as I rubbed them, I heard Mia yawn again. I caught a glimpse at the clock; 8:00pm. "You're tired already?" I asked. 
Mia shrugged, widening her eyes as she tried to suppress another yawn. I sighed, gathering up the photos into a small pile and managing to get to my feet. I leant on the wall to maintain balance and held a hand out to her, "Come on. It's bedtime."
Mia considered my hand a moment before taking it, holding the camera under her arm. As we made our way to the stairway, I said, "How about you go get ready for bed, and when you're ready I'll come up and read something to you. Sound like a plan?" 
Mia smiled and nodded, taking the stack of pictures from me to continue upstairs.
I was weirdly happy that Mia let me read bedtime stories to her. Whenever my sisters and I were under the same roof, especially the youngest one, we would tell stories to each other way past their bedtime, and I would read them fairy-tales until they fell asleep. It was a bit different with Mia, as her taste in books wasn't so much princesses and fairies, but rather Shakespeare, Celtic folktales, and paranormal mysteries. Strange sentiments for bedtime stories, but there had been many times where once she had fallen asleep I would keep reading the books in my room out of intrigue. 
"You're taking my older sibling duties," someone announced. 
I looked to the hallway and saw Bonnie emerging from her room. She was already dressed for bed with a grey nightgown, as she approached I noticed Fritz in her lap, sound asleep. "You're more than welcome to go up the stairs and read to her yourself," I countered with a smile. Ever since I had entered the house, I had no clue how Bonnie got up the stairs by herself. Ava had told me about a secret elevator somewhere, but I couldn't find it and couldn't tell if she was joking with me. 
Bonnie stuck her tongue out, "There needs to be some mystery in my life." 
We shared a small chuckle. "I'm just getting a drink," Bonnie informed, "I heard a crash before. Did something happen?"
I shook my head, "No, Mia and I just scared each other, and she dropped that camera she's been carrying around." I looked in the direction of the kitchen, "Will you need a hand or anything?" I asked. 
She smiled, "No, I'll be fine. Just take care of my sister." There was a saltiness to her words, but barely. That grin she was making was just unnatural enough to seem forced as she said goodnight and rolled past me. 

*
Mia had the right idea going to bed early, as it turned out. I woke up tired and spent most of the day exhausted. 
I sat in class and zoned out more times than usual, once tempted to close my eyes and sleep, only to be awoken when I was called upon to answer a question. My lack of attention was the centre of comedy for my first two periods. 
When it threatened to happen again in the third period, I asked to go to the bathroom to splash my face with water. 
The water was a blistering cold against my face, jarring me awake for a fraction of a moment as I looked at myself in the mirror. My skin was cold to the touch when I exited the bathroom, absently using it to cool my hands as I pressed my palms against my cheeks. 
I was surprised when I turned the corner to see Mia, squatting by one of the maintenance worker storage rooms. Her ear was pressed against a cup which was pressed against the door as if she was listening for something. Soon after, she was maneuvering around the door, bracing her hands against it as she stood up straight and tucked some hair behind her ear. Mia seemed to hesitate with whatever she was about to do, rocking on her heels in a way I knew she did when she was nervous. 
The camera hung from her neck, resting against her stomach as her fingers fiddled with some knobs and switches. I watched her sigh, her whole body visibly relaxing as she grabbed the door handle, swung the door open and snapped a photo of whatever was inside the closet. The flash was bright even in the lit hallway as she jumped away from the door and slammed it closed, immediately sprinting in the opposite direction and around the corner. 
Taking a hint, I rushed back to the hall I came from and peered around the corner, curious as to what, or who, Mia had taken a photo of.
The door opened again, that girl from the other day, Rachel I believe, emerged from the closet, everything about her appearance impeccable, but her expression angered as she glared down the hallway, likely in search of Mia. At first, I didn't understand what there was to take a picture of, until a guy I recognised from my year emerged from the same closet. Unlike Rachel, he was a bit more disorganised, his shirt not buttoned properly, tie hanging from his neck and his hair untidied in a way that suggested someone else's hand. 
It was all the features of an interrupted make-out session. 
Rachel's words were indistinct, but she said something to the guy, who had started to fix up his appearance, before they parted ways, Rachel going the same way as Mia and the guy, having hidden his horrendous button work under his jacket, marched towards me. 
I was trying to suppress a laugh as I ducked back around the corner, trying to compose myself by the time he almost ran into me. "What're you doing outside of class?" he asked in his designated Hall Monitor authority voice. 
"Could ask you the same thing," I countered holding up the bathroom ticket the teachers handed out, "Let me ask you, Walden, does the Head of the Year Eleven School Council have to give himself detention for a bad uniform job?" I gestured to my own uniform and tie, which I knew was immaculate since Ava had tied it for me. 
Walden looked down at himself, obviously thinking his jacket covered everything, but up close, half his shirt was untucked, his tie was awkwardly hanging loose, and I could see that his belt was undone. At the mention of his uniform, he tried to counter with something, but a blush formed, and he stuttered his words. Eventually, smartly, opting to just walk past me. 
When Walden went out of earshot, I allowed myself to snicker at what just happened, momentarily pondering if lewd activities were a suspend-able offence for this prestigious school. As I walked back down the hallway, my smile slowly dropped as I considered what just happened. 
Oh God, I mused, stopping in my tracks, Why did Mia take a photo of that? 
*
Later that day, I saw a small Mia walking across the courtyard holding a large rolled up piece of paperboard. I was sitting next to Alexis having lunch at one of the tables. She sensed my sudden distraction, "What's up?" she asked. 
"Mia's walking around with a rolled up poster," I described, her walking gaining the attention of others students, some even interested enough to follow her. 
"That can't be good," Alexis stated, fitting the last of her grapes in her mouth. "Is there something on the poster?"
"I don't know, I can't see it," I answered, getting up from the table. "I'm gonna go make sure she isn't doing something stupid."
"This is Mia we're talking about," Alexis said. 
I nodded, "Yeah. What could she possibly do?"
Alexis snorted, "Mia's smarter than all of us, but has the emotional maturity of an eleven-year-old. What she could possibly do could cripple us all. Be worried." 
I sighed, "I'll be right back." 
Alexis waved me away as she took something from my lunchbox. I rolled my eyes, and half jogged, half walked to follow Mia. By the time I caught up, she had made it inside one of the main hubs, standing on a step ladder to hang her poster from one of the students-led notice boards. 
Other kids had started gathering around Mia as she struggled to hang the first corner of her posture. She braced it with her fingers before producing a stapler and stabbing it into the cork. When it fastened, she repeated it with the other three corners until the whole picture could be seen.
A large purple poster was covered in a collage of Rachel in several parts of the school kissing or being kissed by different guys in different places, written in large red letters in the centre was 'HYPOCRITE.' As I scanned the photos, I got worried that there would be images of Rachel being partially undressed, but everyone was dressed in all the pictures on the poster. 
As people started to realise what the poster was about they started laughing, some pulling out their phones to take pictures of it, but there was a lot of snickering and low whispers. Mia hopped down from the step and took a step back to look at her work, hands on hips, the camera still in hand. I got to the front of the crowd and grabbed Mia's arm, "Mia, what the hell are you doing?"
The laughter started to get louder, more students coming to the board to see what the commotion was about. 
Mia started pulling against me, her feet slipping from under her with how hard she was trying to run away from me. My grip tightened but transferred from her arm to the back of her shirt. I tugged her back, making her face me, "Mia, what did you do?" I repeated. 
Mia's eyes started to turn glassy, I could see that sense of panic rising in her otherwise mild-mannered expression, as she stood straight as a board in front of me, slowly becoming petrified. I couldn't tell if she could even hear me. 
But she heard something, her eyes ripping away from me to scan the crowd. Mia whacked me in the nose, not a painful experience, but it stunned me, and I stumbled on my backside. When I opened my eyes, Mia had run off, leaving behind the camera. I picked it up and got to my feet, scanning the crowd for Mia, but instead, I found Rachel shoving her way to the front to see what had been said about her. 
She stared wide-eyed at the posture, in a matter of seconds her breathing becoming laboured as her phone slipped from her hand and clattered on the ground. In a bout of anger, she squealed, grabbing fistfuls of the posture and tearing it off the wall in chunks. Those watching started laughing at her reaction, some shouting rude comments that earned a chuckle or two, but many pulled out their phones and started taking videos and photos. With each tear, Rachel began to crying, a mixture of photo and poster paper confetti at her feet, as she looked to the crowd and demanded to know who had done this. 
Before anyone could incriminate Mia, she locked eyes with me and saw me holding the camera. "You…" she hissed stomping over to me, her eyes a bright red and her speech tainted by shrills and broken sentences, as she slapped the camera from my hands, causing it to shatter on impact with the floor, and started punching my chest. I backed away, not wanting to cop a beating for something I hadn't done, but her hits were weak with each she delivered as her state of distraught took over. She stumbled when she tried to follow me and fell into my arms in a fit of tears. 
I slowly guided her to the floor, where she clutched onto me, still thinking this was my doing, but between sobs was unable to voice her hatred. Teachers suddenly appeared, shooing away the crowd and demanding me to tell them what happened. 
I was too stunned to answer, as even I was confused about how I ended up simultaneously getting blamed for this and consoling the apparent victim.

Dorm Guard: the man or woman dedicated to the protection/guardship within a dorm. 
*
Landon Becks is a sports scholarship student at White Winter Prep, with only one duty: guard the students in his dorm. 
This duty is more easily said than done, because High School is not always kind to disabled students, and none of the students in his dorm fit the criteria of ordinary. With a blind artist, a deaf dancer and her translator, a self-proclaimed Princess of Pastries, a stubborn paraplegic girl, a mute prodigy and son and daughter of a potential mobster, it's not long before he realises it's not just inside the school he must protect his dormmates from. 


A story of High School drama, suspense, romance and family. 

Am aware the grammar isn't brilliant, would just love an opinion on the story and characters.

In a dimly lit room, a twelve-year-old kid squirmed on his bed, beads of sweat trickled from his forehead. 

He was dreaming. In his vision, a humongous golden owl snatched him from the ground and dragged him way up high. 

He screamed and screamed as they flew and flew until the bird's feathers blazed in gold like a plane catching fire. On its head, a pair of green horns jutted. Its tube-shaped red eyes zoomed on the looming mountain. 

"Nooo!" the kid said, flailing his hands in the air. The bird dropped him on the peak upon reaching the top of the obstacle. 

The kid jolted from his nightmare, smiling - a bizarre reaction for someone of his age. He stretched his hand to the side, reaching for the phone on the nearby shelf, and dialed a number. 

After a few seconds, the call connected. 

"Osho! I've got it! I've found a name and logo for our team!" said the boy in high spirits.
 
"Mmm-mmm. Al, you damnable creature. Curse you! Do you know what time it is? It's freaking three in the morning!" 

The call ended. 

Al grinned despite the tirade he received from Osho. His fingers tapped on the screen. 

"Lazir Park. Six AM. Don't be late!" the boy said in his text message, sending it to four numbers. 

The predetermined time came. At the park full of greeneries and joggers, the sun smiled at the frowning Al. 

"Where the hell is Osho?" Al said. 

Three kids of the same age as Al huddled before him with their hands inside their jackets - two boys and a girl.

"He must still be sleeping. Why did you call us out anyway, Al? It's so early. This better be good," said the girl with green curly hair, yawning. 

"I can't say it until we're complete, Isha. It will break the spirit of unity and spoil the moment!" said Al. 

"Oh! I can see him!" said a boy with a square face, pointing his finger past Al. He was the tallest of the four. 

Al craned his neck at the direction pointed. "Where, Uzma? I can't see the loser!" 

Eventually, a bald boy in a white shirt came into view. He strolled from the street ahead. 

"And he's casually walking! How could he when he's already fifteen minutes late!" Al said, clenching his fist. 

"Calm down, Al. He'll get here eventually," said a blond boy with a perfectly chiseled jawline. 

"Shut up, Eldric. Stop tolerating that monk," Al said. 

Osho casually arrived at the park's entrance like he's the owner of the place. 

"Here, here! Thanks for waiting! I've bought some fruit along the way. That's why I'm late on Al's self-agreed time," Osho said, placing the apple-filled eco-bag on the stone table. "Have some. Losers." 

Each one took an apple except for Al. 

"Let's start," Al said. He took out a red poster with a yellow crossed sword logo from the pocket of his jacket. 

"Battle Arena Tournament, five versus five. A 100,000-dollar prize awaits each member of the winning team," Osho said, reading the content of the poster before munching his apple.
 
"Oh, don't tell me it is what I think it is," Eldric said. His blue eyes glowed with interest. 

Al nodded his head with a grin. "Yes! We're gonna win this tournament! And I've already got a name for us and a logo!" 

"Count me out," Isha said. 

"Isha! How could you? That's a 100,000-dollar prize! Imagine how many books you could buy with that amount and the upgrades you can make in the game and your boring life!" Eldric said. 

"Well, Eldric. Imagine the participants on that day and our parents' reaction. We're gonna face against professionals, people that are older than us and spent more time playing computer games! Plus, I doubt that they would allow us to join," Isha said. 

"Well, you're the highest damage-dealer during dungeon raids. It would be a loss if you won't join us," Uzma said, frowning. 

"Don't tell me that all of you would join this," Isha said, with a backward step that she almost tripped. 

The four boys grinned like a devil. Their eyes blazed like hell with passion. 

"Oh, god. Help us," Isha said, biting half of the apple in one go. 

"Alright! Isha's in! The team's complete," Eldric said. "So, what's our name and logo? It better be cool, Captain Al!" 

"That's the reason we've gathered here today. A while ago, I had a dream. A fateful dream!" Al said. He unfurled a white paper from his pocket. 

"Did a toddler draw that?" Osho said. 

"Shut up! It's just a sketch!" Al said. 

"Is that a bull?" Uzma said, innocently. 

"Seriously? Does this look like a bull to you? Can't you see the wings and the round eyes?" Al said. 

"It's a bird then. But why does it have horns?" Osho said, answering for the silenced Uzma. 

"It's the owl in my dreams, you fools!" Al said, rolling his eyes at them. 

"Cool! Cool! So what's the name?" Eldric said. 

"Team Wisdoom."

... 

"It's good to have dreams," Al said to Pat, smiling. "Can I talk with Sophia, guys? Privately?" 

"Sure. Let's move out, boys!" Harvy said. 

"No, there's no need for that trouble. Thanks! Let's go, Sophia," Al said. 

Sophia stood from her seat, hugged the three, and went out of the pantry with Al. They continued walking until they reached the stair. 

Al paused in his steps. "You're kidding me, right? This is Wisdoom's team?" 

"Yes, this is the new team that I've told you about. Why? What's wrong about it?" 

"What's wrong with it? Have you lost your mind? We've got a blind, a legless war veteran who's old, and a fisherman?" Al said, scowling. 

"Well, that's better than five twelve-year-old kids, right?" Sophia said, smiling. 

There was silence. 

"I remembered when my father talked about their progress in developing the virtual world. He said that this new world that they're making would give everyone another shot at life regardless of their disability or social status. Can't you see the beauty in that, Al?" Sophia said. 

"That's so noble of him, Sophia. But that lovely world that our fathers toiled for was made into a game by Yoshimitzu Corporation. And it's not just a game for the likes of us. You know that! It's our source of living where a lack of skills could mean an empty stomach," Al said. 

"Is this the cost of being a genius, Al? It must be lonely there on top of your ivory tower," Sophia said, leaving Al as she ran for the stairs.

At sixteen, Al Gentrix was a hotshot in any major Massive Multiplayer Online Role-Playing Game (MMORPG). The gaming community even labeled him a ‘promising genius’ in Esports. However, at the dawn of War Grounds, the first virtual MMORPG, he vanished. 
 
Two years after the game’s successful launch, the lost genius returned. But will he be able to compete against the established powerhouses in this virtual world?

From the looks of things, there were some people who labeled themselves as 'Daoyuan class students' on social media as means to attract the attention of girls; some were even liars who used such labels when they were actually not part of it. 
The trend was no longer to impersonate a kid from a rich family but to impersonate a Daoyuan class student…
In reality, the majority of Daoyuan class were sophomores that under the strict controls of the black coats. 
This meant that most Daoyuan class students did not have the time to do such things and students tend to be rather shy. If a pretty senior came over to flirt with boys in Daoyuan class, the boys would probably be too shy and run away. 
Not everyone was born to be an expert in love. 
There were even rumors that students of the Daoyuan class had become better and stronger in certain aspects after training…
Some nightclubs even had hiring advertisements that said: High salary! Strength type male metahuman needed in public relations… There were more dishonest than decent such cases. 
Anyway, the current society was just like this, there were bound to be good and bad people and in order to stay out of trouble, you had to be quick-witted. 
It was undeniable that… Metahumans quickly adapted to the society and this was mankind's unique ability: to adapt. 
If humans could not adapt, mankind would not have been on top of the animal chain. 
Of course, there were people who questioned: would metahumans disrupt social stability?
There weren't only good comments about metahumans on the forums. Someone revealed that in South America, there were already cases of metahumans committing crimes. And so were cases in Southeast Asia, Europe, and Australia which were widely broadcasted by their local media. 
But locally, cases like these were really rare…
It was a fact that the local public security had always made top 10 amongst all counties in the world and it was not surprising that the appearance of metahumans did not change that. 
With regards to this, Lu Shu was grateful for the black coats' prowess and first-class methods in maintaining social stability. 
Having mentioned the black coats, what could their sector be called? It couldn't just be 'related sector', right?
At this moment, Lu Shu noticed a girl 2 rows away listening to class when she suddenly started crying and even kept her head down so that the teacher could not see. 
Looking closely, she was just secretly reading a romance novel…
Wow! Lu Shu had a sudden flashback. He had read some novels before and some plots were really disgusting. Maybe he could… use writing novels as a way to earn distress points?! 
However… Lu Shu was troubled. Even though his grades were always good and even topped the class in the previous exam, his essays were consistently poor and never excelled in that area! 
Damn it! Lu Shu felt like he had just discovered a mountain of treasure but just could not retrieve it, how frustrating! He should have read more novels! 
Most writers had read large numbers of books. Perhaps the imagination part relied on talent but the writing required a long time to develop. 
What was meant by writing? Was it the use of bombastic and pretty terms? No. 
Writing was the ability to pen down the world, characters and the storyline inside your mind. This looked simple but it was actually not. 
Even though Lu Shu had read a few novels, these ten years, others were busy living their lives while he was busy trying to make ends meet, so where to find the energy to read that much?
A student who also worked odd jobs until 2 am, where could he find that much leisure time to read novels?
What he read the most were news. The habit to read the news was because he wanted to be updated as sooner or later, he had to go into the society and find a job to feed his family. 
At that point in time, he had to do whatever he could with his fragile body so as to fight for a living for him and Lu Xiaoyu. Instead of reading a novel, he would rather have some sleep. 
Lu Shu did not have options in life since he lacked the basic material foundation. 
The rule of this world was that everything was controlled by destiny and everything was already decided. His living standards already decided that even if Lu Shu were to write a novel, no one might even read it; or if written too poorly, no one would. 
Things like distress points relied on the people and if no one read, there would not be any distress points. 
But Lu Shu's life wasn't that bad… He still had his adorable classmates. 
This afternoon, Lu Shu did not bring his stinky tofu to the canteen but instead, he took a public bus to a second-hand phone market that was 5km away. He wanted to buy a new SIM card to use for the Golden Foundation forum. 
The second-hand phone market was located in the heart of Luo City city which used to be bustling with activity but had later on been reduced to a low-class business district. 
A few years ago there were still people carrying a bag and asking around, "Anyone wants movies, imported ones? There are all sorts- Hong Kong, Taiwan, Japan, and Korean!"
But such people were no longer seen and a new business took its place: Second-hand phones, selling lost identification cards, phone SIM cards, etc. 
This place had no regulations or control and it was a mess. 
But Lu Shu liked this kind of messy environment. Wearing his hoodie and walking on the streets, he casually found a portable stall and managed to buy a SIM card with just 70 dollars. 
The phone he was using was also a second-hand one and now, his SIM card was also bought using someone else's identification. With the tens of thousands of users on the Golden Foundation forum, it was almost impossible to find out his real identification. 
On the way back in the bus, Lu Shu was scrolling through the forums and came upon a new post. The original poster seemed familiar, it was the one selling chives! 
The post said: Not only were the chives sold out, even his house was sold at a high price. 
Lu Shu was stunned and continued reading. Apparently, after the buyer bought the chives, he was not satisfied and decided to offer a price that was 30% higher than the market rate to buy the house that the seller lived in, claiming that he needed to grow his own chives to achieve the effects…
Lu Shu looked at the post in disbelief. Why were some people so weird, buying a house to grow chives to eat? Did this guy not care about his money?
That's not right… Lu Shu had suddenly thought of another possibility. 
If the idea that different places in the world had different Feng Shui was right, then could it be that the house that those special chives grew in was richer in magical energy? 
Thinking about it, Lu Shu understood what happened. The buyer had bought this place to carry out his training! 
Daoyuan class had resumed at night and Xi Fei started off with checking everyone's progress. 
Liu Li's hopes to complete two cycles were destroyed as those who tried practicing in the day realized that the speed of training was much faster at home. 
At this moment, Xi Fei asked Jiang Shuyi for his progress and he calmly replied, "Progress, 2 cycles completed."
Everyone was taken aback. Jiang Shuyi did not only have tier B aptitude but could also complete 2 cycles so quickly? 
But everyone also noticed that Xi Fei was not surprised…


Magical energy has come to this world; Lu Shu could only stare as one powerhouse after another appear.

Looking at his own peculiar ability, he exhaled a breath of cold air.

Dog balls!

...

This is a story of how Lu Shu used poisonous chicken soup to become the Demon King

Translator Synopsis:

This is the story of an orphan, Lu Shu. He is not any regular orphan, but a metahuman experiencing the changes in himself, his country and the world during the dawn of the magical era. Watch as Lu Shu embarks on a journey to hone his peculiar abilities together with his sister, the adorable and charismatic Lu Xiaoyu. Along the way, they’ll encounter supernatural events, obstacles and even the most powerful people in their country. How will Lu Shu make the best of his abilities and oust his never-ending list of rivals and opponents?

Back at home, Rose asked earnestly, "What do you plan to do? What will you prepare for dinner?"
Mr. Li shrugged and said, "There’s no hurry—I got you a gift—"
"Is it something edible?" the lady cop asked, interrupting him impatiently. "What delicious food have you specially prepared?"
Whenever Mr. Li spoke with her he always felt exhausted because this lady did not follow the flow of conversation accordingly.
He let Ah Meow and Crispy Noodles out—the two fellas had been confined in the backpack all afternoon and were bored. They started to jump around and chase each other.
Rose tapped on her gun holster—Ah Meow and Crispy Noodles then became quieter, less excitable—even their ears drooped.
Li Du opened his backpack and retrieved a rolled-up poster.
He opened it up carefully, and said, "Stop thinking about food—this is the gift I got for you."
Rose instantly looked disappointed, and muttered, "Oh? What did you give me? A drawing? I’d rather have a plate of fried rice…"
The poster was opened up slowly; a lady cop in a police uniform appeared on it, both of her hands were holding a pistol, her gaze was alert and decisive. It was definitely the cold-blooded female lead, Sergeant Margot Gunderson.
On the blank area of the poster, was a row of fancy prose: "Persevere in what you have persisted, defend what you have guarded, no matter what you are facing, no matter what you have encountered. May courage and determination be with you! May your wishes will come true!"
Finally was the signature: "Your colleague, Margot Gunderson (Frances McDormand)."
Rose was stunned. She stared at it in surprise, snatched it over, then turned on the table lamp to illuminate the poster so that she could scrutinize it.
Then, she turned her head in astonishment, and said, "Li, this is authentic!"
Li Du was confused by her, and asked, "What’s authentic?"
"This signature, this is real. It’s Frances’s signature! Her autograph!"
Li Du nodded. "Of course. I got my hands on a prop vehicle in LA this time around, and happened to sell it to Frances, so I got you her autograph and dedication—"
He had not finished speaking when Rose dashed over to hug him.
Li Du, who was caught off-guard, slowly returned the hug. But he was gentlemanly and only hugged her back—there was no movement from his hands or body.
It was not that he wasn’t interested, but he did not dare to. This lady had a gun with her all the time!
Of course, he also had a gun, but the gun this lady carried was cast from steel!
Although Rose had a sharp goddess-like jawline, a slender waist, and long legs, she was a tough girl.
The hug was a very forceful one. After a short two seconds, she let go, looked at Li Du and said, "Thank you! Really, thank you!"
Li Du touched his nose, and said, "Do you like this gift?"
Rose nodded. "Are these words by Frances?"
Li Du’s mouth quivered, as he said, "Well, I actually told her to write them because she doesn’t know you well, and so she didn’t know what to say."
Rose gave him a bright smile. "I understand. Thank you, Li. This is the happiest day I’ve had in a long time, and the best present I‘ve received since I became an adult!"
Li Du said, "I’m glad that you like it. I’ll give you another present. Tonight, I shall make fried rice with eggs for you—also some fried rice with soy sauce and fried rice with ham!"
"Wow, that’s delicious!" Rose was very excited.
Li Du opened the fridge, looked inside, and saw Lao Gan Ma inside. He laughed, "How about making it more delicious? I’ll add a plate of fried rice with Lao Gan Ma then!"
Rose rolled up the poster carefully and brought it to the office.
Li Du had originally wanted to steam the rice himself for the fried rice, but cool rice was more suitable for frying, and it would have taken too much time.
He saw that Rose had brought back takeaway rice and used that instead.
That one box of rice was not sufficient, and definitely not enough for two. After some thought, he diced even more carrot, onion slices, ham, and fried about a dozen eggs.
All the ingredients combined should have been more than sufficient for the preparation of fried rice with eggs.
Li Du took two big plates, and plated the four types of fried rice with eggs on them.
The fried rice with ham, with diced cucumber added, green; the fried rice with soya sauce was brown; the fried rice with eggs was yellow; the fried rice with Lao Gan Ma was red. The four types of fried rice were displayed in the shape of flower petals.
Finally, the plates became blooming flowers.
Li Du placed the plates on the dining table, while Rose took two cans of beer. He said, "This evening has suddenly become less gloomy, with something radiant appearing."
He saw that there was asparagus in the refrigerator, and boiled it quickly with hot water. Then he chopped it up, added chili oil and soya sauce, before mixing them to be served as an exquisite cold appetizer.
Looking at him arranging the dishes, Rose said, "I’m not sure which lady will marry you in the future. No matter who she is, she must have saved mankind in her past life."
Mr. Li chuckled and said, "I just realized that your mouth can become very sweet."
Rose frowned, looked at him, said, "Meaning?"
As she said that, she stretched her hand to touch her thigh.
Li Du quickly raised his hands. "Can stop whipping out your gun?"
"Haha, are you afraid?" Rose laughed. "I was only scaring you."
Li Du felt embarrassed, and said helplessly, "You’re just like a child, but I was also teasing you. I know that you don’t have the gun with you when you eat…"
Hearing this, Rose lifted up her nightgown—attached to her slender and beautiful leg was a pitch-black holster exuding a murderous aura!
Li Du did not say anything more, and passively ate his rice.
After renting together these past few months, he had developed some understanding of Rose.
This lady cop always carried her pistol, and must have even when she showered. It might have seemed extreme, but in fact, he sensed that something bad might have previously happened to her.
Rose was extremely sensitive toward any change in her surroundings. She was alert at all the times—no matter when or where, she would carry a weapon.
Considering this, it could be said that she was extremely insecure.
If delved deeper, and could be analyzed as something scarier: she had no confidence in her surroundings, as well as her own ability to protect herself.
Therefore, whenever she showed any inclination to make a move, Li Du would cave in, and admit defeat. To a certain extent, he was helping Rose regain her confidence.
After dinner, Rose cleared the dishes, and said, "Can you help me tidy the office later? I want to find a suitable place for hanging the poster."
Li Du nodded and said, "Sure, no problem."
There were eight bookshelves in the office, and they had been placed against the wall. Filled with books, they were extremely heavy.
These books were probably not Rose’s; Li Du had never seen Rose read. The book titles were profound: "Classical Criminology," Forensic Theory,""Anatomy,""Histology."
There were some photos on the desk: group photos of families, a Chinese couple, some of Rose, and some of a little boy.


They love gold, and they love silver. Even more so, they love gems that dazzle, like stars across the skies. 
Firearms, jewelleries, and precious metals; A collector’s world will not be complete without antiques.  
Storage auctions, old goods trade, re-estate sales and gold-digging. But the truth is, if one wants to make money, then the supreme way is through searching for the legendary treasures. 
Holding the fort, there’s an ocelot, a wolf, and an Andes condor. At the side, there’s a loyal hound, an irascible ape, and an African honey badger. Who said that you can only rely on humans when treasure hunting?! 

After some tries at different collections, using Apparition, Liam comes onto the boundary of Azkaban prison and then transformed into his Animagus form of a Dementor. 

As Liam started flying toward the prison, he saw several Dementor just flying around when they saw Liam they just simply ignored him, Liam using his form went into the prison saw various people lying on the floor with condition unknown there were no guard or anyone just cell and people in them. 
Liam went around for a while when he heard women laughing crazily and shouting: Black, Black I hear potter will be joining the school this year I hope nothing happens to him hahaha
Liam felt as if God was looking after him, Liam went toward the women who were screaming she had long hair which even covers a portion of her face, after matching with the wanted poster making sure it's Bellatrix Black, Liam went in her cell, in which was a nearly dead man laid. Liam in his dementor form easily lifted her while she laughed like crazy and banged her head against the wall with only enough force to make her unconscious, he didn't want to kill one of the very few "good people" the dark lord had. 
Turning his hand back into the Human form Liam took some blood from Bellatrix and her husband Rodolphus. Having collected both the blood of House of black and Lestrange, Liam nodded to himself and left the prison to be stopped by a large group of Dementor, One of the ragged Dementor come forth and bowed a bit by backing down. Liam having read the Deathfall presumed that the older one was that men who were the first to be cursed. 
Dementor: Lord, Can you kindly tell me your name?
Liam: Deathfall

The group of Dementor backed away and didn't speak anymore.
Liam too simple ignored them and flew away. After making sure no one was following him or anything Liam turned into human form and rushed back Home. 

The 4th year was truly interesting for Liam, all many heirs will be joining some much drama will be happening. Liam like always went to a cabinet and slept all through the way to school, the feast to the freshers began many people were excited about Harry potter studying at Hogwarts. Liam seat alone and eat his food in quiet, after being done with his food, he moved to over and told the prefect which was a 5th-year student to explain every rule to freshers clearly or He would have to answer if any is broken while using Aura eyes. He stood up nodded at his house head who looked at him as he stood up and went to his room and slept.  As Liam has already achieved everything one can hope for within Hogwarts, life was quite boring for Liam he ranked top in everything and won all matches of Quidditch for Ravenclaw while maintaining a relationship with everyone. 

Hallowe'en was the only time where Liam himself almost destroyed his plan, on Hallowe'en Liam completely forgot the debacle of Hermione and the troll. He was simply passing by when he heard a roar rushing toward it Liam saw Harry, Ron, and Hermione fighting the troll, seeing this Liam almost wanted to bang his head on the wall. Ron seeing someone come screamed for help, Liam seeing there is no way out of this draw his wand and pointed it at the troll who just stood there frozen as if he has seen some kind of a monster, using the trolls fear Liam quickly transformed the ground near the troll feet into chains binding him upon chain and chains. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were simply stunted to see Liam stop the troll so easily, Liam moved and asked Hermione to go call for professors.  But before anything could happen Teachers already rushed in with Gryfindor head in the lead. Troll recovering from his fear tried to free himself so he could run but chains upon chains kept on coming onto him. Liam explained the full story of his part to the professors who praised him and gave his house 20 points while scolding the other three. The golden trio also thanked him to which he just nodded his head. 

Soon Liam enacted his plan of acquiring the first deadly hollow which Dembeldor sent to harry for Christmas, he didn't interpret anything as the present went to harry and who was very thrilled to receive it. He simply watched everything in his invisible form. Liam using hope to copy all the details on the clock like array formation ruins everything and then took a simple invisibility clock and changed it completely into one harry received while making it much durable than using Hope within the room of requirement. 
After being done with it, Liam after some days changed the clock Harry received with the one he made. 
Thus done with his first-year task. 

Liam for the rest of the semester just laid low, old scoring other and winning the quidditch cup regardless of harry taking part in it. Hermione tried talking to him to which Liam only talked replied in words and only spoke in sentences when she doubted something adding her to the list of people who have fallen for his charm, and I mean literal charms. 

Soon the year ended and Liam's suffering ended.
Liam coming back home modified his DNA again to fill BLack and Lestrange family code. 
Liam with permission from his grandparents again went to the bank to meet Rangok, informing Rangok of his new inheritance while bribing him to bring the heir rings for him to claim ownership. As everything that happened between Liam and Rangok didn't fall under the preview of ministry with him being an adult and an Albert, Rangok under bribery agreed to bring the ring if Liam can prove inheritance on Black inheritance test first. 
Liam nodding in agreement while also giving a crazy smile. 

Liam fulfilled all the conditions and claimed ownership over the two vaults, emptying most of the Lestrange vault which was filled to the brink while leaving Horcruxe and the fake sword of Gryffindor and some gold. While transferring all the money and good items into him vault while taking books and dark objects with him. He did the same with the black vault only living behind two hundred thousand gallons for Sirius, He also moved all the properties under his name while leaving only the house of black to Sirius along with 2 more, not leaving anything from the Lestrange. 

Liam in his dealing with the Goblin made ensured to include the terms that if any part of the contract is broken by the third party than the obligation to inform or correct it would fall onto the Goblin community for which Liam can be charged which will be discussed as per the actions taken by goblin at that time.

 After completing everything, Liam went back home started with reading Kenways adventures and books while practicing spells. As he had too much time on his hand. Liam decided to take it slow. He traveled all over Europe to all three famous dragon reserves collecting and compiling all the kind of dragon's ability into his body. 

Enjoying his time with his grandparents listening to their stories and adventures Liams 5th year came.

The story follows an adventure of a Mortal who was initially due to his high Karma deeds was given a chose to travel from world to world and fulfill his desire to learn new things but soon slowly finds himself in the middle of becoming a Janitor for the gods, Watch as he goes against all the odds and raise on his path to Godhood. His path is of destruction and Chaos filled with Bones, blood, and everything in-between. 


The novel is my very first work so kindly go easy on it. 
I don't have any copyright over any of the characters or things used.
I'm weird, Novel will be weird. Open to listening to ideas and build a better story. Comment and review your thoughts.


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Ling Yun and Tang Meng returned to the rented apartment and left a laptop there before locking up and returning to the low-income district. Once they arrived at the entrance to The People's clinic, Ling Yun wanted to invite Tang Meng for lunch but Tang Meng turned down the offer. Saying that he had another matter to attend to, Tang Meng drove off the moment Ling Yun alighted.
Fearing her brother might not come back for dinner, Ning Lingyu had been waiting at the clinic doorstep for the whole afternoon. Now that Ling Yun was back, she happily welcomed him in.
"Big brother, it's already half past twelve, I almost thought you weren't coming back. Hey, that's…"
Ning Lingyu had finally noticed the two laptops that Ling Yun was carrying by his side. 
"Woah… Brother, you actually went to buy laptops?!" Ning Lingyu exclaimed, her voice unable to hide her excitement. Ever since she was thirteen years old, it had been her dream to have her very own computer. It did not matter even if it was a second-hand computer, she really wanted one. Thus, when she saw her brother bringing back two brand new laptops, she was filled with joy and excitement.
"Stop staring, silly. How about giving me a hand with these?!" Ling Yun smiled as he looked at his sister.
"Sure!" 
Ning Lingyu's thrilled face was flushed beet red as she puckered her lips and ran over to her brother. Taking a laptop from him, she started running into the clinic.
Seeing how thrilled and happy his sister was, Ling Yun could not help but think that the money was well spent. With a gentle laugh, he followed her and entered the clinic.
"Mum, Mum! Big Brother brought two laptops home!" Ning Lingyu yelled while she ran swiftly towards the backyard.
Qin Qiuyue had just finished preparing lunch and was in the midst of laying out the cutleries. Seeing her daughter making a big fuss as she dashed into the house, Qin Qiuyue smiled before speaking in a gentle voice.
"Come and have lunch, you can play with the laptop afterward."
At that moment, Ling Yun entered the house as well.
"Mother, I saw that the clinic has very few patients each day so I bought a laptop for you too. You can use it to pass time when you're bored."
Having said that, Ling Yun set the laptop on the tea table and waited patiently for Qin Qiuyue's questioning to begin.
His mother had stayed quiet about the jade box, iPhone 5, Nike attire and the lobster he had brought back yesterday. Now, he even brought back two brand new laptops. Ling Yun was sure that now, his mother would at least ask about the money.
"Silly child, why did you spend such pointless expenses? Your mum's already old, so she doesn't need a laptop. Keep it for yourself. It can help you in your research during your studies."
Qin Qiuyue had a comfortable smile on her face, not bothering to hide her joy. However, Ling Yun was still suspicious over the fact that she did not even mention anything about the money.
"Mother, I bought one for myself too, a total of three laptops!" Ling Yun persisted.
"Oh, okay then. Mummy will keep this laptop then. Now, dear child, come and have lunch!" Qin Qiuyue motioned Ling Yun towards the dining table. 
"Mum, this afternoon, I visited an apartment near the school and rented it."
"I see, since you'll be staying alone, be careful okay?"
"Mum, I want to bring all those medical books in my room back to the apartment."
"Sure, I'll get Lingyu to help you out later."
…
"Mum, I'm hungry!" Ling Yun finally exclaimed in defeat as he sat down at the dinner table.
Qin Qiuyue smiled sweetly and replied, "Let's eat then. Now, Lingyu, come over and have your meal. You can play with the laptop after the meal. It's all yours so don't worry. It won't disappear."
Ning Lingyu dashed out of her room, her beautiful eyes looking brightly at Ling Yun and her face covered by a wide and adorable smile.
"Big brother, you're the best!" she exclaimed
As for Ling Yun, he ate his meal with heavy doubts hanging in his mind. Even after the meal, it still weighed heavily in his mind.
His mother was just too extraordinary!
Freedom is good, but, isn't this too much freedom?!
It was not that his mother did not care about him. After all, whenever she looked at Ling Yun, her eyes were always overflowing with maternal love and care. It was just that the contrast between how his sister and mother treated the situation was just too different!
For any little change, Ning Lingyu would always ask Ling Yun question after question, pushing him to his wit's end. Yet, his mother never bothered to question him and always seemed to treat what he did as something normal and acceptable!
Ling Yun had initially planned many excuses in his mind as well as various stories and explanations. He had rehearsed in his mind what he should hide and what he should tell his mother. But instead, his mother threw a curveball at him, choosing not to question him at all! Forget about being surprised, the situation just felt downright uncomfortable. Thus, Ling Yun decided to test out his mother's reaction.
"Mother, how about letting me take care of the clinic this afternoon? After reading all those medical books, I'm able to cure illnesses…" Ling Yun asked, trying to probe for her reaction.
If his mother refused to believe his medical abilities, it would provide him the chance to also bring up the reason for his sudden possession of so much money. He would then be able to also explain all the things he had bought. That way, it would make him feel much better as well.
To his astonishment, Qin Qiuyue pitched another curveball at him by nodding her head in agreement.
"Okay, I'll leave the clinic in your care for the afternoon. I'm thinking of going shopping with Lingyu to buy some clothes for the both of you anyway." 
What the heck?!
For the relentless Ling Yun who never gave in to anyone, be it in here or in Cultivation World, he finally accepted total defeat. She was indeed his 'mother', to be able to make him give in.
"Mother, I've got enough clothing, so just buy two sets of clothing for Lingyu."
Qin Qiuyue smiles gently and shakes her head.
"Silly child, mummy's buying clothes for you to wear in two months' time."
After having had so many unexpected exchanges with his mother, Ling Yun almost stumbled over when he heard what his mother said. He no longer dared to probe her anymore.
Ning Lingyu, whose mind was only filled with thoughts of using her new laptop, hurriedly tidied up the table before rushing back to her room. Ling Yun took the opportunity and followed her.
With the advancement in technology and development in society, electronics like computers had become indispensable to humans. This was especially true for those that lived in the city. Thus, even though Ning Lingyu and her brother did not possess computers till now, that did not mean that they knew nothing about it. The presence of the Internet and basic computer courses in school was more than enough to teach them about computers.
Though the previous 'Ling Yun' did not amount to much in his academics, even he had things he was proud of. One was medicine and the other was online gaming. Both were undoubtedly related to his weak constitution caused by his damaged Yang Heel meridian. The reason 'Ling Yun' studied medicine was probably so that he could find out the cause of his constitution and administer proper treatment himself. Whereas the reason he was so obsessed with online gaming was probably due to the humiliation, ridicule, and mocking he suffered constantly. Compounded by his helplessness to do anything as a result of his weak body, he could only endure the pain and sorrow in silence. Thus, it is only natural that he would turn to online gaming for salvation.
Beating a Boss in a game, defeating strong opponents, becoming stronger, winning better items and earning glory. All these probably helped to keep the balance in his fragile heart and provided the thrill he needed in life. Therefore, not only did Ling Yun know about computers, he was amazingly good with them.
The only problem that this self-cultivator faced was that most memories regarding computers were fragmented. In pieces, these memories were hard to connect together and thus provided little help. This was also why he followed Ning Lingyu to her room. He wanted to see how she used a laptop without incurring any unnecessary suspicion.
Furthermore, with his powerful memory and perception, just seeing Ning Lingyu set up the laptop once was enough for Ling Yun to remember everything.
"Big Brother, this laptop's specs are amazing, installing the system only took a few minutes!" Ning Lingyu exclaimed excitedly.
Her brother nodded his head in agreement before replying, "I bought this laptop for your studies so make sure you don't get distracted too much, okay?"
Having achieved his goal, Ling Yun left the room and the clinic to visit Li Hongmei's grocery shop.
"Auntie Li, do you sell needles?" Ling Yun asked Li Hongmei as he walked into the empty shop. As for the scorn and contempt she had shown him yesterday, Ling Yun took none to heart since he was sure that she would not look down on him anymore. This had been his motto all along. If one wants to change another's opinion of him or her, one should start by changing oneself.
As expected, the moment Li Hongmei spotted Ling Yun, she gave him a wide smile before enthusiastically greeting him.
"Oh, Ling Yun, you're already back. Buying needles for your mum? It's all over there, take what you need and use it!"
Li Hongmei was a simple person and she always showed what she was thinking on her face. If she felt that Ling Yun was a spineless coward, her face would be filled with contempt. Similarly, if she saw Ning Lingyu as a smart and capable person, she would smile and treat her fondly. When she was worried about Qin Qiuyue she would rush to check on her safety. Such was her character.
Thus, when she saw Ling Yun return home in a Hummer, bringing back so many shopping bags, she was surprised. In addition, she had even witnessed him beating the life out of Hades Tian as if he was possessed. After seeing all these scenes she could no longer see him as a spineless coward anymore. 
In response to her question, Ling Yun remained silent as he walked over to the needle section. After a few glances, he decided on the big needles which were about two inches long.
"Auntie Li, how much for a box of these?"
Li Hongmei was stupefied. A box? Why does he need so many needles? Even doing a year's worth of embroidery does not require that many needles.
"Eight dollars for a box…" the dumbfounded Li Hongmei stuttered.
Ling Yun put down a hundred dollar note, smiled gently and replied, "I'll have ten boxes please."
Li Hongmei's mouth was now wide agape. She could not wrap her head around why Ling Yun would need such an abundance of needles.
Ling Yun's choice was indeed strange, yet at the same time, a marvel. Since the country had banned the possession of firearms and close combat weapons, there was no better choice than needles. After all, even vegetable knives were facing restriction in modern China.
Under Li Hongmei's supervision, Ling Yun left the shop with his 'weapon'. Once he had left the shop, he could not help but give a good laugh. Just remembering Li Hongmei's shocked expression gave him joy. Now, do you still dare to belittle me?
However, he was still not satisfied with his purchase and thus, decided to visit a hardware store. After purchasing three and a half kilograms of steel nails from the store, he finally decided to head back home. 
Once he entered the clinic, he found a secluded spot and placed the items there. Next, he sat on a clinic chair and started scrutinizing the human body acupuncture point poster on the wall. It was as if he was engrossed in deciphering the meaning of a world-class painting.
So many acupuncture points are deviated from their correct positions. And so many points have been missed out in this poster…
Roughly twenty minutes passed before Qin Qiuyue finally came out from the backyard with Ning Lingyu. Ling Yun stood up frantically.
"Ling Yun, mother's going with Lingyu to the market. I'll leave the clinic in your hands. If you have anything you're not sure of, just give me a call," Qin Qiuyue said softly with a tender smile.
In response, Ling Yun took out a bundle of hundred dollar notes and scratched his head as he spoke.
"Mother, here, take this. You seldom go shopping, so you should buy more things. Don't worry, if it's too heavy for you to bring back home, I'll get Tang Meng to fetch the both of you." As soon as he finished his piece, he placed the bundle of notes in Qin Qiuyue's hand.
Rather than rejecting or refusing it, Qin Qiuyue simply smiled naturally and accepted it. Passing the money to Ning Lingyu for safekeeping, she gave Ling Yun a few simple instructions before leaving.
A few moments after the two had left, Ling Yun went to the corner and took out ten needles from a box, holding them with his fingers.
"It's been a long time since I've practiced, I wonder if I've still got the accuracy. Let's just have some fun for today!"
Finishing his speech, without even raising his head, with just memory alone, he threw the needles at the human acupuncture point poster. He then raised his head to check. Every single needle had hit the acupuncture points he had been aiming for! With perfect precision to boot!
"Looks like reaching the peak of Physique Tempering Stage Level 2 is really paying off. It would have been perfect if I could use spatial rift assimilation!" Ling Yun exclaimed, smiling confidently.
However, before he could finish his smile, his expression froze.
Ling Yun could feel his zenith, ajna, and the immortal spiritual energy stored right below his navel region all flowing simultaneously. The flow was wild and uncontrollable like a raging river. Immortal spiritual energy started to flow out from the three areas. In a blink of an eye, Ling Yun found the immortal spiritual energy raging through his meridians like the Yangtze currents!


Lingyun's tribulation has failed and he has descended onto Earth in the degenerate age. Step by step, he will rise up against the natural order!

Yuki was hopping through roofs and light poles, his eyes seemed distant. why?

because he was thinking about how he should approach Mikoto as he was a virgin in his previous life aswell this one.

"Just go with the flow..." he grumbled and jumped down to the road, he saw a bookshop with a poster on it, "icha icha tactics".

He stared at it with wide eyes "How old is the series? Kakashi started reading it after everyone died and that's like fifteen years into the future!" he thought and went inside the bookshop.


He observed the books while mumbling the titles and finally came to the bookshelf of the "icha icha".

"eh?! there is only one book left!" he shouted and quickly bought it and went away while the cashier looked shocked "An Uchiha buying smut?!".


Near the Uchiha clan compound...

"hehe!" giggled Yuki, lecherously. The onlookers sighed and walked away "another victim!".

When he neared the gates, he quickly put the book inside the pouch and walked as the guards bowed in respect. "Welcome back Yuki-sama" the guards greeted in sync as he nodded and shushined.

Yuki smirked as he neared Mikoto's residence. "Spotted her!" he thought and shushined inside to her room, Mikoto was currently folding her clothes and putting them into her wardrobe when she felt a hand grabbing at her waist.

she immediately took out a kunai but was pushed to the wall as the kunai fell off her grip.

"Mikoto, how could you try to kill me?" Yuki asked in a sad voice as Mikoto stared at him with teary eyes. She quickly rushed to hug him as Yuki smiled gently and whispered into her ear "Its been two years you know?" she shivered and hid her burning red face in embarrassment.

[R-18 warning!]

Yuki kisses her neck gently while sometimes sucking on it which made her tremble as his hands were slowly groping her perk butt.

They stared at each other for a couple of seconds until Yuki kissed her lips, sealing it as she closed her eyes savouring the taste. They slowly inched to the bed while making out as Mikoto slowly moved her hand to his groin and rubbing it.

Yuki grunted and pushed her to the bed, he took his flak jacket and black shirt off of him while unbuttoning Mikoto's shirt. He took off his sandals and jumped on the bed.

Yuki was lucky because Mikoto was only on her pyjamas so he quickly took it off her.

He stared at her unblemished skin which was smooth to the touch as he grabbed her breasts which had matured during the time period to the size of C-cup.
His hand could not fully grab her breast so he lowered his head and licked the areola and sucked the nipple of her right boob.

"ah" she moaned softly and hugged Yuki tightly, a while later she spasmed as Yuki went further down to her legs and saw a stain in her pants. "Don't look!" she meekly said as Yuki quickly removed her pants revealing her black panties which were soaking wet.

He touched the lining of her vagina as Mikoto started moaning louder. "Enough foreplay" he mumble to himself and removed the panties. 

He stared at the wet pink flaps and gulped which Mikoto heard and covered her crimson red face. He gave a long lick to her flaps as Mikoto arched back raising her hips.

"Ahhh!!!" she moaned loudly but quickly covered her mouth, Yuki smiled and said "Its alright, I bought a silencing seal which is currently activated!".

"baka!" she mumbled as Yuki started licking her lady parts wildly which made her squint her eyes as she drooled from the side of her mouth.

Yuki removed his pants revealing his penis which was glistening with pre cum, he rubbed his tip on her flaps and grunted almost ejaculating and remembered something.

"Mikoto can I cum inside you?" he asked her as she nodded and replied "If you want to, it's a safe day!" she winked at him bashfully as Yuki had enough and entered her cave.

Yuki felt his penis being wrapped by her insides as he moved in further breaking her hymen as she whimpered in pain with a smile.

Yuki obviously knew that it hurts for the lady and waited until the pain subsided, Mikoto nodded her head as Yuki moved his hip weirdly showing his inexperience in the art.

A while later Yuki got a hang of it as he grabbed her waist and moved his hip faster and faster as Mikoto's legs which were resting on his shoulders moved wildly as she moaned loudly and her boobs jiggled.

Ten minutes later Yuki felt a wave of pleasure that kept on increasing and felt tension in his penis.

"I'm coming!" he grunted as Mikoto tightened the grip on his hands.

She raised her hip and felt even more pleasure and reached her climax.

"Fuck!" Yuki grunted as beads of sweat slide down his handsome face which had strands of hair that were stuck onto it, he orgasmed while pushing his whole hip inside her and emptied his load inside her and panted.

"Ahh!" Mikoto feeling the warm liquid inside her climaxed and sprayed all over Yuki's well defined body as she drooled in pleasure.

"huff" Yuki and Mikoto panted heavily while smiling at each other's face. Yuki slowly took out his sticky flaccid penis off Mikoto's vagina which overflowed with his semen. Mikoto spasmed when she felt his penis moving out and climaxed again leaving her extremely tired.

The two looked at each other gently as Yuki touched Mikoto's cheek and fell asleep with her with a smirk on his face...

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