Friday.

Liya and Jacob were having their breakfast.

"Mommy can we go buy more books?" Jacob asked after while putting down his mug he just drank milk from.

Liya wiped his lips with a napkin, "Sure sweetie. We'll go to the university bookstore after lunch, okay?"

By this time, Liya was already used to Jacob's unusually fast learning. He would ask her to buy more books every now and then that his room was getting cramped from all the books he's finished.

"Baby, what do you say we donate the books you're done with to the university students?"

"Okay Mommy. I want to come with you!" Jacob said with sparkling eyes.

Liya giggled and pinched his cheek. "But not today. We have to ask for permission first."

Liya drove off Jacob to preschool after breakfast. She didn't go to the gym today because she planned to buy the latest gadgets for her son. He was quickly learning new things and she thought he now needed his own desktop computer and laptop, cellphone, and a new tablet. The tablet Jacob uses was an old one and right just in time, a new model of tablet was recently released.

She was checking out a display of the tablet when she recognized someone currently exiting the store who, by the looks of it, was just done buying.

She left her spot, ran up to the person and grabbed his arm. "Ghost." Liya said, her voice almost a whisper.

The person who was initially confused instantly panicked, but his eyes showed a dangerous glint.

"I don't mean any harm." She shook her head, trying to make him understand that her intentions were not evil.

The person was still tensed so she introduced herself. "My name is Liya Fain, sister of Liem Fain, CEO of Fain Group. I'm also a major shareholder of 3LG. If that's not enough--"

"Okay, Liya Fain, if that's even really your name, how do you know me?" He asked, relaxing a bit, but still had his guard up.

Well shit. What does she say now? She just grabbed him without even thinking!

"Let's find a place to sit down first and then we can chat, okay?"

He squinted his eyes but nonetheless agreed.

Liya led him to a common family restaurant to make him feel less threatened. The more people surrounding them, the more he'd feel at ease.

They only ordered coffee, just not to be rude to the waitress. They just stared at each other, waiting for the waitress to arrive with their coffee and leave them alone, so they can finally start their talk.

The man was beautiful. His face had hints of feminine but his overall image was manly. Not as manly as Gabe or Axel, but still built. She internally blushed when she thought of Axel.

Not long after…

"So, Miss Liya Fain, what do you know?"  He asked while staring directly at her eyes.

"Anton Gauer, online alias Ghost. Both parents are German. You moved here with your mother after the divorce." Liya answered, observing his reaction. And like she expected, he tensed up.

"I can't tell you how I got to know you and these things, and I might seem suspicious and untrustworthy. But trust me on one thing. Your lover is a cheater. Don't reveal your identity." She told him cautiously. She waited for him to talk, but it looked like he had no intentions of responding so she got up and walked away.

Anton Gauer was a very popular and notorious hacker. Of course, nobody knew who he was, people only knew him by his codename Ghost.

The public branded him a hero, but the authorities regarded him a criminal. Ghost spent his free time exposing illegal behind-the-scene activities by prominent companies, injustice caused by bribed lawyers and judges, and many more.

The list of people he offended included high-ranking officials and rich tycoons, a hell lot of them. They put a bounty for Ghost's identity in the black market but none was successful.

None, until his lover betrayed him and died clueless. Liya learned of his identity the day he was found dead. Apparently, Anton Gauer, famously known for his online alias Ghost, was killed in a hit-and-run. A premeditated plan by an organization he ruthlessly ruined by exposing their dirty deeds.

One question remained unanswered. How were they able to identify him? He was, afterall, one of the best.

It remained a mystery until a year later, when a rookie, but still an exceptional one who claimed to be a fan of Ghost, exposed what really transpired. Anton revealed his identity to his long-time lover from highschool, but the partner he's been with through most of his life rat him off to the people he's offended. It turned out Anton's lover has been cheating all this time and has been wanting to get rid of him, and Anton's revelation was the perfect opportunity.

Anton was a very remarkable hacker. He'd seen and known almost everything about almost everyone, but he never once doubted and intruded on his lover's privacy. Anton's story struck the hearts of many people, Liya included. But as ironic as it sounded, Liya who should've learnt something from Anton's story, was in the end also betrayed by the one person she loved the most.

Having been through something as unbelievable as being reborn, it mattered not even the tiniest bit to her how it happened. Only one thing was on her mind:

She had her baby back.

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The little bun has been watching his mom. "Where's Daddy's morning kiss?" Jacob asked.

Axel quickly seconded. "Uhuh, where's mine?"

Liya giggled to their antics. Jacob was innocently clueless while the other one was shameless. She walked up to Axel and kissed his cheek, but at the last moment he turned to her, resulting to their lips touching.

"Mmhh, what a good morning indeed." Axel commented. Liya just giggled again.

"Hey, that's not fair." The two saw Jacob pouting. Why did he only get a kiss on the cheek?

"Jacob, you should only kiss someone's lips if you want to marry the person. So from now on, Mommy's lips only belong to me. Understand?" Axel explained to the little child, his tone was serious but his eyes contained mirth.

Jacob nodded. "Got it, Daddy!"

"Save your lips for the right girl, alright?"

"Okay, Daddy! I'll keep it in mind."

"Good boy." Axel praised him and the little kid earned another pat on his head.

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As Sonjong answered so clearly and quickly, Hyunwoo instantly felt that Mr. Kang was a dependable personality with fine character.
Mr. Kang's name was Hwasik Kang. 
His biggest strength was his rich experience and knowledge. He seemed slow-witted because of his stammering, but Sonjong's description of him made Hyunwoo look at him differently.
Sonjong said, "Mr. Kang was such a fine worker that those who worked with him were scared a bit because he found out the problem once he got down to business."
Mr. Kang always lagged behind when it came to promotion competition. His stammering was one reason, but he didn't know how to flatter his boss. 
"In other words, he is a very capable person," said Hyunwoo.
"Yes, he is. I heard he even received a job offer from a famous law firm."
"Why didn't he accept the offer?"
"Basically, he is a rich man. I heard he inherited a huge amount of  land from his parents, so he didn't need a law firm job that would stress him out."
Only then did Hyunwoo come to realize why Mr. Kang insisted on receiving 500,000 won per month. All he wanted was to find a job to pass time.
He also had a good character with a strong sense of responsibility. Once he was tasked with an assignment, he would carry it out by all means. 
"Besides, he has a wide network of people in Ansan. If he had wanted, he would have been promoted a long time ago, but he had no such ambition," Sonjong continued.
"Wow, how wonderful he is!"
"I think just hiring him would bring us lots of benefits, to say the least. You can save the commission fee of a licensed customs agent by hiring him."
"Commission fee?"
"Yes. If you hire Mr. Kang, a specialist in customs clearance, you don't need to use the licensed customs agent. If you use Unipass, it's free!"
Hyunwoo's eyes widened at that.  
In fact, the commission paid to the agent was very expensive, costing over 10 million per month because of the large number of import items from Vietnam, but Sonjong insisted on using the existing licensed customs agent because if something went wrong with the customs clearance process, Hyunwoo might incur a lot more financial damage.
Come to think of it, Mr. Kang was like a lump of luck that Hyunwoo should never lose.
The next day Hyunwoo headed directly to Ansan Customs Office to relay his message that he would like to open a bonded warehouse as soon as possible. He also wanted to see Mr. Kang once again about hiring him.
"I would like to scout you as the advisor of KOVE DREAM, Mr. Kang," said Hyunwoo.
"Oh, you don't have to. It looks like our chief forced you to hire me. You don't have to, so please don't feel any burden because of me," said Mr. Kang.
"No, I'm serious. I think if I open a bonded warehouse, you will be of great help to us."
"Of course, I think I will."
"That's why I need your help so much. As the advisor, I hope you can take care of the customs clearance process of our products."
Mr. Kang seemed to agonize over that for a moment, thinking that Hyunwoo might feel some burden of hiring him because of his boss's recommendation, but he finally gave in when Hyunwoo strongly pressed on again.
"Got it. Let me accept your offer, but give me only 500,000 won per month. In return let me do my work as much as I see fit." 
Though Hyunwoo insisted on paying him a monthly salary of one million won, Mr. Kang wouldn't budge a bit.
"When you retire this weekend, you can come to work at KOVE DREAM starting next week," said Hyunwoo.
"Sure. As for the bonded warehouse, you had better open it as soon as possible. They will hold a judging committee on the approval of the new applications for the bonded warehouses at the end of this month. You must submit the application before the meeting is held."
"Actually, there is a new warehouse under construction now. It will be completed in two months. Don't you think we can submit the application then?"
"You had better apply for it now with the existing warehouse. When you have a new large warehouse completed, you can just make the necessary adjustment for that. The sooner, the better," Mr. Kang advised.
"Got it."
As Mr. Kang advised, Hyunwoo submitted the application.
The next Monday Hwasik Kang reported to the KOVE DREAM office and exchanged brief greetings with the staff then he immediately began handling the application of opening a  bonded warehouse.
Sonjong was right. 
Hwasik's job performance and responsibility were more than Hyunwoo expected. He prepared all the paperwork necessary for the application and submitted it to the customs office on the same day. 
The customs officer directly tabled it as one of the approval items to be screened by the judging committee without reviewing it or asking for any additional paperwork. 
That meant Hwasik's paperwork was perfect.
"Wow! You're really super!" said Hyunwoo.
"No worries. I've been doing it every day for a long time."
"By the way, can we use Unipass to file the declaration? Right now, we pay almost 10 million won for the licensed customs agent's commission."
"Let me take care of that. Looks like our items don't include anything that needs a quarantine inspection, and all the import products need little paperwork," said Hwasik.
"Can you help us with that, Mr. Kang?"
"Sure, why not?"
Hwasik perfectly handled the customs clearance work. He also obtained the Unipass rights in one day then started to process the import declarations without going through the licensed customs agent. 

***
Hyunwoo stopped by the office of Ani & Funny. 
These days Ani & Funny was driving on without a stop. 
Thanks to Jinhon's Duckling Fly, the animation work Garbage World was gaining great popularity around the world, and Tuti & Angelica was also becoming a great hit.
In particular, the change in animation characters was very effective. Since Garbage World's Season 2 featuring the characters invented by Yu Zuung debuted, it was maintaining an upward trend steadily. 
So, Hyunwoo made a new challenge every time.
Recently, he came up with the idea of making the picture book of Garbage World targeting preschool boys and girls. 
Some looked down on his idea, but his plan was quite ambitious. For his target audience was not Korean children but those around the world, including the United States, Japan, and China.
The sales revenue kept growing. In less than one month since the picture books were on sale, almost 100,000 were sold despite there only being three types of picture books. 
Thanks to the popularity of the picture book, several publishing houses offered publication contracts at a high price. 
Hyunwoo had no reason to reject such offers. He entrusted the Vietnamese branch with making the picture books of other animation works.
The brisk and prosperous business of Ani & Funny filled the office with laughter.
Nobody in the office frowned or complained.
Suddenly, one staffer made an annoying complaint.
"This guy is really driving me nuts," said Jihoon Kang.
"What's the matter? Who is annoying you?" asked some of the staff.
"This guy always posts hate comments on our animation series. I just have no idea why this guy is going after us."
Actually, that guy was familiar to Hyunwoo. As Hyunwoo habitually checked the status of the animation series in Story Mecca whenever he found the time to do so, he knew well that this notorious guy was an online troll.
That guy used the pen name Yenam Noh.
Even that nickname gave the impression that he was full of resentment and rebellion against society. 
In fact, there were so many people who habitually left hate comments in Story Mecca, but Yenam was peculiar in some respect. Instead of presenting any analysis of any specific work, his comments were filled with emotional reaction, which he showed from the very first of the Ani & Funny animation series.
Hyunwoo giggled at Jihoon's frustration, "Hey, just ignore him. If we don't respond, he will fizzle out at the end of the day."
But Jihoon said angrily, "We should not forgive this guy. He will never stop doing this."
"So, do you want to report him to the administrator of Story Mecca?"
Actually, Story Mecca was pretty generous to the readers' comments posted on its website. 
Jihoon gave up, after all. 
"Damn it! I would like to rain abuses on him if I could."
"No, don't do that. You might be in trouble for that, hahaha," said Hyunwoo.
Hyunwoo found something interesting in Yenam's hate comments. 
Be it a novel, webtoon or animation, any work that received his hate comments gained the most popularity. On the other hand, his hate comments could not be found on unpopular works.
How can he find out popular works just to leave hate comments? Hyunwoo wondered.
That was confirmed because he left malicious comments on the very first of Tuti & Angelica animation series. He always left hate comments on other popular works. 
In other words, it looked as if he was searching for not only the most popular works but also other series that could make a hit in Story Mecca.
Hyunwoo regarded Yenam's peculiar behavior as extraordinary. He felt Yenam had some sort of special talent in reacting to the kind of work that might gain popularity.
Hyunwoo's eyes opened wide instantly.
Yenam Noh. This guy must be an enormous hidden talent!

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A story of a man who created miracles.

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Wu Tong had spent two days in the Palace Museum. Time spent restoring ancient paintings went by fast even though she was just a spectator. She gained a lot of experience and was grateful just to fix some edges.
What she didn't expect was that on the third day, the master in charge of ancient painting restoration had arranged an important task for her. She was so excited she had broken into a small dance. Her professional skills had been recognized by an industry master, and it was not just a verbal recognition either! There was nothing else that could make her happier.
Oh, wait, there was. That would be the happiness from sharing this exciting news, for example, with Meng Fan.
"It's already pompous that you're so good looking, but you're talented too. You can really do whatever you want!"
"I'll take that as a compliment."
"Of course, if these are compliments, then nothing I say is worth considering."
"What have you been up to lately? Oh right, how goes the voice acting business?"
Wu Tong and Meng Fan would often run, exercise, and stretch together in the morning as they chatted. They could both be considered the kind of people who were very open to conversation. Sometimes, Meng Fan would be the only one talking. While other times, Meng Fan would listen to Wu Tong talk. They had a good understanding of each other's past.
For example, Meng Fan knew that it was Wu Tong's dream to restore artifacts in the Palace Museum.
And another example was that Wu Tong knew that Meng Fan's other dream besides creating a manga was to become a voice actor.
Meng Fan had told her about his voice acting applications and even about the time he met a voice acting director because he had gotten hit by a diamond ring. That was why Wu Tong asked.
"It's going okay. I've recorded for a cartoon TV show, which should be airing soon, but it's a preschool animation. Oh, and some video game characters as well. Overall, the experience has been pretty good. Dreams are a funny thing. The scariest thing is realizing your dream only to find out that it just feels so so."
"The way you talk makes me want to beat you up."
"Then come hit me!"
"... I'm gonna go. I have to do some homework tonight."
"How much longer until you're done with everything?"
"Probably another week or so. They only need me for three days, so I'll head back to school afterward."
Wu Tong's trip was set to last three or four days, but because of the large number of tasks she'd been given, she had to stay another three or four days.
In the blink of an eye, it was November 22nd already. Meng Fan didn't go to the Chocolate Factory for he had already recorded all the roles he had been given. Currently, he had played 47 roles that were approved by the System. The time spent in the studio had also accumulated to 1300 minutes or 22 hours.
He had requested more roles from director Charlie, but they were all roles that required a lot of work, so the progress of gaining experience became much slower.
Director Charlie could tell that Meng Fan wanted to test out some other roles, so he agreed to find some more video game commissions just for him. He told Meng Fan to rest for a few days, and that he would call Meng Fan once the listings came.
"Where are you?"
"Almost there, on the way."
In the morning, Meng Fan woke up. He ran his half marathon and showered. He ate his breakfast then he worked on his manga. During this time, Qin Jiao called him. He checked the time and hurried outside, almost forgetting his appointment with Qin Jiao because he was so lost in his art.
"Which way are you going, huh? The stairway to heaven?"
When Meng Fan arrived at the studio, Qin Jiao rolled her eyes at him before throwing down two books. ""Guide To Campus RoMANce". Bleh. what a stupid name. The layout and cover for the second volume are all done. I didn't ask for your opinion and told the publishing house to go ahead with the printing. Oh right, they also reprinted the first volume, the same as last time. It was just that the cover was remade in the style of the second volume."
"Thank you for your hard work."
Meng Fan took the two volumes in his hands and chuckled to himself as he flipped through them, thanking Qin Jiao through his smirks. "You said the second volume would be handed to the publishing house to distribute and sell. What about the first volume?"
Qin Jiao responded, "The same, there is a dealer taking over. I estimate that the stock will arrive tomorrow or the day after, but the stock for physical retail should be available way later. It will be up on the internet soon, though. We've printed 5000 copies of the first volume, the same as the first print for the second volume. The publisher and the dealer have said that if nothing goes wrong, you should make a total sales of 20,000 copies once the third volume comes out."
Meng Fan nodded. He wasn't surprised by these estimations, even thinking the publisher had been too optimistic in their estimates. After all, he wasn't a popular manga artist, and "Guide To Campus RoMANce" had a small audience. It would be incredible if the third volume could boost his sales to 20,000 copies.
It couldn't be compared to "There's A Spirit Underground", for Mr.Sleepy had so many fans, and they had no pressure selling 50,000 copies in the first batch.
Coincidentally, the first volume of "There's A Spirit Underground" was released for sale today as well. Mr.Sleepy had found a very powerful publisher and distributor, who had made his stock available in stores in all the first and second-tier cities. Physical sales, e-commerce sites, and online booksellers had all released it at the same time as well.
It was supposed to release at 9:00 am online since most physical stores opened around this time too.
How much did they make in sales?
The sales data for physical stores was definitely hard to obtain, but the sales from mature websites were easily accessible.
Of course, to Meng Fan, he didn't need to check. He could look at the figures for [Professional Manga Artist] in his mind and know the approximate number.
At the moment, the sales experience of this task was 12,300. Up until now, which was 10:00 am, the figures for the first volume of "There's A Spirit Underground" had sold more than 10,000 copies.
Before this, the first volume for "Guide to Campus RoMANce" had been distributed by himself, so he had gained zero experience from it. Hence, 12,300 was the most accurate sales number at the moment.
"We've broken the 10,000 mark!"
Mr.Sleepy gave Meng Fan a call, saying that his book fans had done so and so to help him break the ten thousand mark.
Alright, because of the experience involved with this task, Meng Fan wanted more than anyone in the world to know the sales numbers. No dealer could match his speed, nonetheless Mr.Sleepy.
"Today, yes today, our sales could exceed 30,000. I told you, 50,000 copies for its first batch was too little! Sigh. Why aren't you excited?!"
"Huh? I'm excited, but I don't show it."
"... Speaking of this, the second volume should begin printing soon. The first print will be a bit less so 30,000 copies. The publisher is asking when can it be published; do you have any suggestions?"
"Me? I obviously also hope for it to be out as soon as possible." This was Meng Fan's real attitude toward it. For now, 10,000 copies in sales didn't seem hard anymore, and he knew that this involved profit, so he said, "But this is just my opinion. As for how to actually operate it, you should go over it with the publisher."
Meng Fan didn't know what kind of method could increase sales, like if they continuously publish two or three volumes at once or release them separately. It was unclear to Meng Fan, and he couldn't decide.
He had already discussed with Qin Jiao to publish a third volume of "Guide To Campus RoMANce" in addition to the two on hand. He would also give the last volume for Qin Jiao to handle, so it could reach publication as soon as possible.


To reward Meng Fan for his bravery before his heroic death, the cosmos rewarded him with a 'system', sending him back in time to three months ago, alive.

Kyle and Otis had arrived on a Friday, so they spent the weekend indoors doing nothing in particular. Otis had warmed up to his grandmother, and now called out to her and spoke using the few words he knew.

     "You're up. Is your grandma awake?" Kyle asked as he spotted his three-year-old wander into the kitchen in pajamas.

     "No, nana's sleeping," he muttered in a low voice heading for the long sofa before climbing on top of it and cuddling up with the duvet that had been forgotten in the living room the night before. The young boy had begun to sleep in his grandmother's room while Kyle stayed alone in the attic room that was his when he was a kid. Otis didn't say anything after that, he just stared at the cartoons playing from a DVD on the old tele.

     Kyle didn't mind that Otis had moved to stick close to his grandmother. It was how it was supposed to be. She was the one who knew how to bath him properly and cook meals. She was also able to entertain his childish curiosity and play, a fit that only frustrated Kyle. He knew how to talk to adults, and to an extent, almost adults, but he didn't know how to talk to children at all. He didn't know any blokes like himself who could, so he tried not to beat himself up about it.

     Otis was an on the whim child. Kyle had gotten married to the woman of his dreams, and following the pattern often expected of married couples, they decided to have a child together. Kyle hadn't realized he little he knew his own child until Anastasia left and he couldn't afford preschool and babysitting services. His son was a stranger in many ways, but he was still his son none the less, and Kyle would put in an effort to ease their relationship since the boy's mother had just up and left.

     "Do you know you're going to school today?" Kyle asked, looking from the cup of coffee he was making to his son that was still transfixed by the television.

     "School?" he said, looking over at Kyle. "But we're on holiday," the little boy said with wide eyes.

     Kyle stopped himself from rolling his eyes. Otis' diction annoyed Kyle a bit, and he wasn't sure if it was because he still felt a bit conscious about his own rural accent that never really went away, or if it was because the British accent just sounded so out of place. It hinted at the preppy preschool Otis used to go to before, as well as the cartoons Anastasia made him watch.

     "Yes school," Kyle muttered, stirring the contents in his mug the last time before walking to join Otis on the sofa. It was around seven in the morning, and Kyle had to drop Otis off at the preschool before ten. He had gone to see the place with his mother when he had accompanied her to the grocery store, she maintained. They had filled the registration form after taking a look around.

     "I'll meet Ms. Tess?" Otis asked, and Kyle shook his head, using his free hand to pat Otis' head. The young boy seemed shocked by the reaction and closed his eyes as well as tense up.

     "No, you're going to a new school," Kyle said, watching Otis' eyes for a reaction.

     "New school?"

     "Yes."

      "Oh, okay," Otis muttered as his eyes moved back to the T.V. the gist of new schools and teachers losing his attention.

      Kyle's mother got up soon after and went about giving Otis a bath and making him breakfast. Kyle waited in the living room, prepared to take Otis to school on his first day. His plans after that were simple. He'd work around the house and fix things his mother couldn't get about calling a repairman for before he took a look at his old man's mechanic workshop so that he could draw up a plan to bring it back to life. He also had plans of visiting his father's grave, but that could wait until later into his stay.

     Kyle remembered working with his father after school and through the weekend. He was expecting to be overwhelmed by nostalgia and sadness when about decluttering it. The old man had meant a lot to him, and it stung to know that he couldn't be with him through his last days of extreme pain. He also wasn't able to make it to his funeral—the way he couldn't make it to anything for the past five years.

     "Be safe, have a nice first day." Were Kyle's mother's parting words as Kyle drove out into the road. Otis waved at his grandmother from the back seat in his carrier chair before pressing his hands and face against the car window as his father drove on. There wasn't much to see. Newfront wasn't urban or suburbia, and it was mostly empty planes of land for the most part.

     There were more farm animals than people.

     There were a lot of cows and a lot of horses.

     Kyle used to like bothering the horses as a kid.

     They got closer to the main town hub when started to drive by buildings in shorter intervals. Kyle drove his range rover past the 'busy' streets of the town. Some people stared at the car with confusion, and other people seemed to know who he was since they waved. Kyle tried not to look at anyone, and he kept his eyes on the road until he made it to the building that housed the local preschool.

      The preschool shared a building with daycare and the town's post office. An odd combination. Kyle remembered the old post office. The building had been explained as well as having two floors added to it. The preschool was on the top floor. It had looked a bit sketchy to Kyle, but Kyle's mother assured him it was a good place for Otis.

     "Come on, let's go," Kyle said when he turned the car off and opened the doors. He went to the back to pick Otis up from his seat as well as picking up his day back. He shut the backseat door before pressing the lock on his car keys.

     At first, Kyle wasn't sure where to go, but he spotted a woman with a child that looked just about Otis' age walking into the building. He followed with Otis, climbing up the stairs behind her until they got the top floor. A lady was at the door talking to women as their kids slipped past through them and into the preschool. Kyle stood behind the women with Otis' bag in one hand and the other holding on to his son's left hand.

     No one seemed to notice him until the person at the door—who Kyle assumed was one the two teachers his mother talked about—looked past the ladies she was talking to and locked eyes with him.

     "Oh, you're the new dad!" she said, making the two women with dark brown hair turn to look at him as well.

     Kyle didn't say anything, but he nodding, moving closer since the ladies parted for him.

     "Sorry for ignoring you. I didn't notice you were there," the preschool teacher said before turning her green eyes to Otis.

     "Otis?" she said before grinning at the young boy, and like was with strangers, Otis just stayed quiet and stared at the floor.

     "He's shy," she said, looking back up at Kyle, her shoulder-length black hair bouncing a bit with the motion.

     "Yes, he is," Kyle confirmed, squeezing Otis' hand a bit.

     The teacher didn't seem fazed by that though, she just kept smiling. "He'll open up soon. I'm thinking you should go in with him and talk to Chaska. Maybe he'll be less shy if you stick around for a few minutes," she said, and Kyle nodded, assuming this Chaska person was the other teacher. He shouldn't be hard to spot in the sea of short kids.

     "Oh, and by the way I'm Gabbie," the woman said, making Kyle stop at the door. Gabbie reached out her hand for a handshake, and Kyle let go of Otis' hand to give it to her before letting go. The woman almost immediately looked away, focusing her attention on the other set of parents that had arrived. Kyle never remembered there being so many children when he was younger. Maybe the unrecognizable farms he saw on his way belonged to families with young children that had moved in not too long ago.

     "Come on," he told his son before grabbing on to his hand and pulling him into the preschool with him. The room they walked into was drowned in color and contrasted with the hallway that had red brick walls and gloomy brown paint.

     Kyle looked around for the only adult he assumed would be in the room and his eyes landed on a sturdy figure that was at the far end of the room looking through papers.

     Kyle raised a brow at the man, confused as to why a person that looked like they could pass for a college gym rat was doing in a room filled with noisy children. Putting the doubt at the back of his mind, Kyle approached him with Otis and stopped to the left of him.

     Now standing closer, Kyle noticed that the man had oddly not looked up at them like someone would do when approached. He kept staring at the papers in his hands as if no one was there. The man had tan skin and a toned body. Kyle could tell enough from his out of place clothes that made him look like he was dressed for a morning jog.

     "Excuse me," Kyle said, losing his patience.

     "Excuse me," he repeated when the man didn't look up. Kyle nibbled on his lower lip, feeling an urge to reach out and tug the teacher's man bun, but he didn't. The man, who was probably a few meters taller than his 5'11 was still ignoring him. His dark eyes were still fixed on the paper in his hands. Kyle thought he had finally been noticed when the man dropped a paper, but he had only done that to bend over to scribble on its side.

     "Excuse me," Kyle said again, this time reaching out to touch the man's arm. The man reacted this time, turning sharply and giving Kyle and Otis a wide-eyed stare.

     He looked genuinely surprised.

     "Gabbie said that we should talk to you. Otis is new." As Kyle said those words he watched as the man cocked his head to the side to face him with his right ear.

     Was he deaf—partially?

     "Okay," the young man said. His voice rang clear and a little loud. It was similar to the voice you'd associate with someone with a lot of confidence, but that didn't look like what was at play here. The man avoided eye contact and didn't look like he was asserting authority. Kyle guessed that a better explanation would be that he was projecting his voice not only for other people to hear but for himself to hear as well.

     "You must be Otis," he went on to say, squatting so that he was on the same level with Kyle's son. Kyle wasn't sure whether he should be insulted about the man just going ahead to speak with his son instead of him first, but the direct interaction seemed to corner Otis into talking, and that was a mighty fit.

     "Should I just drop his bag and heads out?" Kyle asked, showing that he was still there, watching the two that had drifted on to a discussion about the class pet hamster and what coloring books they were going to be using in class. Kyle wasn't sure how other adults could be genuinely interested in a discussion like this, but he'd watched teachers, his mother—women in general just seem to fall in line with children. Maybe it was an archaic way to think, but Kyle just felt like it was something of a woman's nature. But here, a man was right in front of him, doing everything he couldn't do and had blamed on him not naturally being cut off for it because of his gender.

     "Drop them at the cupboards at the end. You can leave now, I think Otis will like it here," the man said, looking at Kyle briefly before turning to smile at Otis who smiled back. He looked excited. His new teacher must have promised him a lot.

     "Will do," Kyle said, waving bye at his son after dropping off his bag. He left through the exit but didn't head down the stairs immediately. Debbie was still at the door, but she was alone, so Kyle thought it wouldn't harm to ask her a question.

     "Is Chaska deaf?" Kyle asked before Debbie could ask him how things went.

     "Yes, fully on the left, partially on the right," she explained, tapping her left and right ears. It looked like it was a situation she was used to explaining.

     "Oh."

     "Don't worry about it, he's great at reading lips," she said, giving Kyle a little smile. She must have assumed he was worried about how that would play out with the children.

     "He's great with kids. Otis is talking to him, and Otis barely talks to strangers," Kyle said, wanting to tell Gabbie, but without directly telling her, that he wasn't worried about Chaska with the kids.

     Debbie's smile went from forced to genuine and he nodded in agreement. "Yes, he's wonderful with kids!"

     "Have a safe trip now." Kyle heard her voice say as he turned away and started heading down the stairs.

     Even when Kyle got home and started emptying out his father's shed, he still couldn't get the interaction between Chaska and his son out of his head. Chaska was a man, and Kyle was a man. What made Chaska better with kids than him?

     With a sigh, Kyle wheeled out the last spare tire in the workshop. He was started to think he had run out of excuses for being a shitty parent.

A collection of Ten Gay Romance Novels.

Volume One: Like Sugar.

Jared Abitol is ugly, past his prime and desperate for love. 

But when you look like Jared love isn't easy to find. Jared might not have the looks, but he has the money, so giving up on love and settling for the next best thing is all he can do.

With the help of a colleague, Jared Abitbol reaches an agreement with Darnell Miller. Jared pays his college fees and rent, while Darnell puts up with shitty sex with an older man.

Sounds simple enough, doesn't it?

It's not.

Volume Two: May-December

After filing his company for bankruptcy, Kyle's wife leaves him and his three-year-old son. Now a forty-two-year-old divorcee with no parenting skills or money, Kyle decides to move back to the small home town he grew up in. 

He should have lost all hope in love and romance, but there's something about Chaska, his son's preschool teacher, that just makes him feel like a college student in love again.

Upcoming Volumes:
- Acceptance.
- Why I Love Him
- Learning to Love
- Aristocrat
- Kissing Wounds

It has been 3 years and i have been busy. 
If somebody else would have gained my gifts they would try to level up his or her stats ASAP. 
But i instead started to level up my skills, cultivation arts and basic stats points.  
I come to conclusion that after rising my level my body and intelligence would rise. 
I would make a mistake somewhere and cause people to take notice of me. 
In some medieval cultivation world it would not be a problem, in modern society it would cause a up roar thanks to media. 
All so there is my current worlds supernatural community as well. 
Later, when i grant my family some abilities, magics and martial arts. 
I am thinking of teaching my father and mother some as well. 
My current stats and skills are as follows.

Name: Hyoudou Issei.
Race: Human/(Primordial Ancient Devil(Primordial Ancient Devil Veins))
Age: 5 years old
Level: 1
Class: Gamer
Occupation: none
Stats:
HP:900440/900440(140)
PCE: 90000800/90000800(10)
NE: 11100/11100(0)
SF:90000000/90000000(19)
Strength: 9030(4)
Vitality: 9044(5)
Dexterity: 9032(6)
Intelligence: 9080(13)
Wisdom: 9067(10)
Luck: 9001(1)
Special Stat:
Comprehensions: +90000000

Cultivation Arts:
Void Genesis Atlas (Energy Cultivation)(Art Grade: Primordial Chaos)(Lvl.9)
Great Path Primordial Chaos (Physique Cultivation)(Art Grade: Primordial Chaos)(Lvl:9)
Primordial Chaos Soul Sutra (Soul Cultivation)(Art Grade: Primordial Chaos)(Lvl:9)

Abilities:
Gamers Mind (Max:Lvl)(Passive)(Ability) 
Gamers Body (Max:Lvl)(Passive)(Ability)
Martial Gods Space (Max:Lv)(Ability)
Absolute Concealment (Max:Lv)(Passive)(Ability)
Absolute Protection (Max:Lv)(Passive)(Ability)
Multiverse Akashic Records Library (Max:Lv)(Passive)(Ability)
Multiverse Item Shop (Max:Lv)(Passive)(Ability)
Instant Dungeon Creation/Escape (Max:Lvl)
Territory Creation and Management (Max:Lvl)
Knowledge Absorption (Max:Lv)(Ability)
All Earth Language (Max:Lv)(Passive)(Ability)

Skills:
Shadow Clone Jutsu (Lvl:Max)
Meditation (Lvl:46)
Hand to Hand Combat (Lvl:22)
Weapon Mastery (Lvl:10)
Physical Endurance (Lvl:42)
Life Extermination Fist Art (Lvl:9)
God Slaying Fist Art (Lvl:14)
Primordial Filament Fist Art (Lvl:2)
Stealth (Lvl:42)
Flash Step (Lvl:52)
Gate (Lvl:37)
Heavenly Eyes (Lvl:Max)
Primordial Chaos Energy Mastery (Lvl:21)
Primordial Chaos Energy Regeneration (Lvl:32)
Soul Magic (Lvl:10)
Mind Magic (Lvl:5)
Multicast Magic (Lvl:42)
Magic Combination (Lvl:17)
Word Magic (Lvl:12)
Blood Magic (Lvl:9)
Time-Space Magic (Lvl:23)
Life Magic (Lvl:3)
Death Magic (Lvl:1)
Energy Manipulation (Lvl:54)
7 Element Mastery (Lvl:10)

I found out that my cultivation arts can only be train together other wise art with highest level will not level up until other arts are at the same level.  
I all so opened up my Dimensional City. 
I bind the artifact to my soul and started to look the situation inside. 
It seems that warehouse is all ready 2% full. Around 1000000 kg of metals (Mitril), 700000 kg Biological material and 300000 kg of foods stored. 
It seems that i cant start to produce any products before i can find blueprints for them. 
I open item shop and buy blueprints for these items: Mitril Golem, Mitril Swords, High-Grade Life Potion, High-Grade Mana Potion, High-Grade Magic Stone, Soul Protective Ring, Physique Protection Arm Band. I start city to produce 1000 Products of each. 
Since all of that has been done. It time to pretend to wake up after today is a big day. 
From today i have to start to go preschool. You heard me school starts again. 
But not to worry i have pretty much remembered all the books up to high school.

------

I finish my morning meal and together with my mother we got preschool. 
Father dropped us of before he got to work. I kiss my mother for goodbye before she leave. 
If i remember correctly this is the time when i meet Irina Shidou. 
I have had lot of time to think should i join Riases perigee or make may own family.  
So i decided to make my own and i will make her part of my harem. 
And as though there she is. It seems that she isn't very popular. 
And is leaved alone by others. I go to here hello whats your name my name is Issei. 
Hello my name is Irina. After that we become good friends always played together. 
Year had past Irina and my parents had become good friends. 
I saw the holy sword inside there family room, it didn't look like really impressive to me. 
That day Irina told that her family is going back to England. 
I already known about it and even got ready a gift for her to take with with her. 
I gave her a ring i got from Item shop.

Divine Protection Ring (Rank: Divine): Aura Concealment(Passive); Soul Protector(Passive); Life Guard (Passive)

We said our good byes and she left. 

------

A year had pasted and i decided to tell my parents about magic and everything. 
That evening right after dinner i told them a but that magic is real. 
Of course they told its real they said naturally. Damn i told you the truth stop patronizing me. 
Fine they did not believe me fine i show them. 
I raised my hand and right over it, seven ball each made of different element hovered over it. 
This was priceless, their mouth where open, it was funny. My father asked me in shaking voice how i did it.
I told him when i was 4 year old man appear in my dream, he said that his name is Primal True God of Chaos. 
He said that he around 1 billion year ago he sensed that he is about to dye. 
So he searched the Multiverse for Successor for His knowledge and wealth. 
He finally found me.
He said that finally he found person with (Primordial Chaos Veins). 
Then he share all off his memories with me and bestowed me with all the martial arts and wealth he possessed. 
My mother asked what kind of wealth. Money, skills, resources. 
So my parents asked that can i give them money. So i gave them credit card with over 500 billion yen on it. My parents eyes almost didn't fit in there eyes anymore.
I give my mother and father a basic starter back. 
I told them that thats what my master left for my parents. Each included cultivation resources for one, Divine veins crystal and manuals for second.
My mother got Primordial Azure Divine Vein crystal, Primordial Nine Yin Cultivation Art, Great Bath of Buddha Physique Art, Ancient Soul Sutra Soul Art and various labeled bottled cultivation pills. 
My father´got Primordial Gods Divine Veins Crystal, Primordial Nine Yang Cultivation Art; Great Path of Buddha Physique Art, Ancient Soul Sutra Soul Art and various labeled bottled cultivation pills. 
I teached them the gamer abilities along Gamer Mind, Gamer Body, Absolute Concealment and Absolute Protection. 
I all so told them that they should not reveal there abilities to others. 
After both of them learned all of the cultivation arts and abilities. 
Everybody got to sleep. At late night i wake up for banging noises. 
Hah for god sake they are having sex and i am hearing it to here. 
Thats disgusting i am having annoying weird thoughts in my head. 
I hit myself unconscious and sleep soundly til morning comes.

This is fan-fiction of Highschool dxd with Gamer manga elements on it.

I do not own  Highschool dxd or any elements from different story's this story hold.

This story is little op so be warned.

English is my not first language, please bear with me. 


Please support Highschool DXD or Gamer Manhwa, by reading the original story. I do not own any character or concepts i put on  this novel.


Pi was fond of reading Chinese books. At first, it was not very used to them. But the Chinese language had a magical power, in which each word was formed by special rules, and each word's form had a special meaning. This was fascinating to Pi. Take the word "mountain" (山) for example, by looking at this character, the peaks of the mountain seemed visible. 
It followed Zhang Zian's suggestions to sit straight in front of the computer and type for a while, then sit on the window sill to look into the distance and observe the busy pedestrians. After a few minutes, as the eyes were adjusted and relaxed, it sat in the basket hammock chair and read books on the tablet, then repeated the cycle. Pi enjoyed the routine.　　
Maybe Pi was already used to searching for information in the complex records of the nameless book. It was able to read extremely fast and not only was it able to understand everything, it was able to remember them. Each time Zhang Zian came upstairs to check on it, he found it reading a different book.　
"Eeek!"　　
Pi typed its explanation: "I've read the English versions of these books. That's why I read fast."　　
Zhang Zian nodded in acknowledgment.　
The books that he transferred into the tablet for it were the electronic versions of the old and contemporary classics, most of which had been translated into English and introduced to western readers. It was normal that Pi had read them before.　　
Pi enjoyed any type of books. Novels, traveling journals, essays, poetry, science, biography...it enjoyed all of them. To satisfy his growing appetite for books, Zhang Zian retrieved the books he read in his childhood from the storage room, and borrowed some more from Wang Qian and Li Kun. He stacked the books next to the basket hammock chair so that it could access them any time.　　
Pi was gentle with the paper books. It handled them with care, and was careful when flipping the pages, yet these didn't slow down the reading.　
Soon, Pi finished reading all the paper books in Zhang Zian's house and those he borrowed elsewhere.　　
Apart from the daily business of the pet shop, Zhang Zian had an additional task of browsing the online shopping website for discounted books. He would buy some every time there was a promotion.　　

"Master, this is heavy! You are receiving a lot of couriers lately."　
Wang Qian and Li Kun walked into the shop with two heavy boxes, and placed them next to Zhang Zian's reclining chair.　
"Yes. I bought some books."　　
Zhang Zian removed the packaging with a knife. It was book series and journals. The journals were from last year, so the price was good. Pi was not picky about the publication dates anyway.　　
Wang Qian and Li Kun looked at the Abyssinian cat breeding book next to Zhang Zian, and asked in confusion, "Master, you've been buying so many books, but we've never seen you reading them..."　　
Zhang Zian rolled his eyes at them. "Do I have to let you see me reading? Can't I buy books for other use? Cut the crap. Go back and prepare for your exams!"　　
He didn't tell anyone else about Pi's arrival for now, especially Wang Qian and Li Kun. These two idiots had big mouths and liked bragging everywhere.　　
"Yes, Master!" They spit the tongues and ran back to school.　
After they left, Zhang Zian carried the books and journals to the second floor.　
"Pi, new books again."　　
"Eeek!"　　
Pi jumped out of the basket hammock chair, and came up expectantly to look at the books. Before Zhang Zian had finished stacking the books, it took one of them and started reading greedily, nourishing itself with knowledge.　 
After seeing how happy it was, Zhang Zian felt both glad and troubled.　
A mound of books had risen next to the basket hammock chair. His old books, borrowed books, recently purchased books and journals were stacked into four peaks of a mountain. The tallest one was the same height as a person, and the smallest one was as high as the waist.　
Zhang Zian could not find the books as fast as Pi was reading them. The books would reach the ceiling in a few days.　　
Paper books were more expensive and less frequent in discount. Storage was also less convenient. Books and journals were consumables to Pi, and had little long-term 

storage value. After all, it owned a nameless book containing everything. Reading Chinese books was only to appreciate the beauty and depth of the language.　　
When not reading, Pi appeared lonely, bored and melancholic. It knew that it could not go downstairs and show up in front of other people, which might bring trouble to Zhang Zian. Even if it did go downstairs, there was nothing to do and it could not communicate with the other elfins. It might as well stay upstairs to type. But typing all day became boring too. So it often sat idly on the window sill.　　
Zhang Zian was worried about Pi, and so did Old Time Tea, the traditional Chinese medicine expert. Old Time Tea said that long-term melancholy was not healthy, and Pi would fall sick if it continued this way. In modern medical terms, Old Time Tea meant depression. When someone was alone and low-spirited for a long time without interaction with the outside world, it could end up having depression.　　
Humans were social animals, and so were monkeys. Pi might be the same, who behaved like a monkey. But Zhang Zian couldn't possibly get a troop of monkeys to play with it.　　
Many studies suggested that negative mood had a negative impact on health, and may cause a variety of acute and chronic diseases, such as gastric ulcer, endocrine disorders, hair loss, etc. He did notice a lot of short yellow hairs while sweeping the floor lately.　　
Since paper books were not enough for Pi's reading appetite, after much thinking, he decided to seek help from the omnipotent internet.　
"Pi, would you like to try online novels?" He suggested to Pi.　
"Eeek?"　　
Pi was reading in the basket chair, and was distracted by his question.　
Zhang Zian explained, "Online novels are a new form of reading as the internet grew popular. They are pretty much like the e-books, except that they were created to be shared on the internet."　　
"Eeek?"　　
Pi put down its book and typed on the laptop: "Are they fun to read?"　
"Some of them are, and some are not. Online novels have a lot of genres, and are many in number. You can always find the ones you like." Zhang Zian answered honestly. In fact, he had not read many online novels. He didn't sound very confident. 　 

Leaving literary and artistic quality aside, the biggest advantage of online novels was its volume and number. Before he could find a better solution, they could at least gratify Pi's reading appetite, and chase away the melancholy and boredom.　　
"Eeek!"　　
Pi nodded and typed: "I want to try some."　　
"Good. I'm downloading online reading apps for you."　
Zhang Zian took away the tablet, downloaded multiple popular online reading apps in the App Store, registered accounts for Pi, then taught it how to search for books.　 
Pi took back the tablet happily, and dived into the ocean of online novels.　　



1. Download a suspicious game
2. Catch a few magical pets as partners
3. Go through interesting daily routines and lead the pet shop to a whole new level

Sun Mei was really going to kill Yu Zan. It was all her fault. Ever since she had met Mr. Wu by the pool, she had not stopped harassing Sun Mei about making a move on him. As if hitting on one's boss was not a big deal. As if Sun Mei even knew how to flirt…

"Even if I did, why would Mr. Wu ever give me the time of day?"

Sun Mei had met his ex-wife. Evil as Jenny Wu was, she was still without a doubt one of the most beautiful women Sun Mei had ever met. 

"How could I ever live up to those standards?" she wondered.

"Sun Mei? Is something the matter?" 

Sun Mei looked up from the breakfast table and blushed. Mr. Wu was looking at her in confusion over his reading glasses. He often read books for his company over breakfast while Sun Mei tried to feed Lily some fruit without making the table look like a warzone. 

"No, sir," she said quickly. "I was simply distracted."

"What's distracted?" asked Lily, who was munching on a strawberry.

"Sun Mei means that she was absent-minded," Mr. Wu explained. "She was not paying attention."

"But I like attention!" said Lily.

Mr. Wu and Sun Mei burst into laughter at the same time. 

"That was quite honest of you, Lily," Mr. Wu said with a smile.

Later, as Vivian cleared the table, Lily ran upstairs to get her backpack and Mr. Wu and Sun Mei walked to the hallway to wait for her.

"Is something on your mind, Sun Mei?" Mr. Wu asked her. "Are you not happy here?" he added as an afterthought.

"Of course I am, sir. I couldn't be happier," Sun Mei reassured him. 

"Are you sure? I couldn't help noticing that you have been very thoughtful lately," he said hesitantly.

"That's because I have been thinking about something." Sun Mei averted his gaze as she spoke.

"What is it?"

"I have a lot of free time in the morning, while Lily is at school, so I was thinking about maybe enrolling at a local community college if it's possible."

Mr. Wu seemed relieved to hear her answer. "That is a brilliant idea, Sun Mei. Why don't I drop you off downtown after I take Lily to school? You could get a few brochures and decide what you want to do. I will help you in any way that I can."

"That would be great, sir, thank you."

"Daddy, I'm ready!" Lily yelled as she stomped down the stairs, dragging her bright pink backpack behind her.

"Okay, ladies. Off we go then!" Mr. Wu waved his car keys and gestured for them to follow him.

When Lily was strapped in her seat, Sun Mei got in the passenger seat and Mr. Wu drove off.

"First stop, preschool!" he announced ten minutes later.

Lily bade them farewell quickly and ran off to find her friends. Sun Mei watched her with a tight heart. 

Their relationship had been getting increasingly better, so it would be beyond stupid to risk ruining it by falling in love with her father. 

This was why Sun Mei wanted to enroll at a community college. She had to start getting out of the house more and making more friends. Maybe she should even get a boyfriend. Preferably, someone who wasn't 10 years older than her, divorced with a child, and richer than her entire family.

Sun Mei is a young romantic girl who moves to the US to work as a nanny. When her host family takes advantage of her, charming Mr. Wu steps in to save the day.

Sun Mei moves in with Mr. Wu and his daughter Lily, becomes a member of their family, and slowly falls in love with her handsome boss…

Will their love survive their social class difference, society’s prejudices and the appearance of Mr. Wu’s mysterious ex-wife? Will Sun Mei get her happily ever after? Or will she move back to China heartbroken?

The next two months were the most physically miserable Keeley ever experienced in either of her lives. When she underwent that unethical abortion and surgery in her first life it took about the same amount of time to fully recover but she wasn't dealing with a broken leg or three children who needed her.
Aaron ended up hiring her a home nurse because she really couldn't move around with all of the stairs in their house. She was stuck in bed for pretty much everything except using the restroom.
The home nurse handled pretty much all of Oliver's diaper changes as well since she couldn't exactly get up. To keep from going completely insane, Aaron bought a large screen TV for their bedroom but even that got old.
And here she had been wishing she had more time to relax and watch TV. Ha. She probably wouldn't want to watch anything for the next six months after this.
The twins were miserable because they wanted their mom to play with them. Keeley could read books and watch movies with them but that was about it. They were used to having her initiate arts and crafts, do homemade science projects, bake, and take them out to do things.
Aaron tried hiring a temporary nanny for them but they hated it and fought against her every day for two weeks until the poor girl quit. In the end, Jennica returned to the arrangement they had while Keeley was in the hospital. While their father was at work, they stayed with her.
She was a saint. Keeley would never stop owing her for all of her help.
But she hated feeling this useless. Being stuck in bed this long was even worse than when she was under house arrest for her own protection. At least back then she could move around!
The day the doctor finally moved her from a cast to a boot she could walk in she nearly sang for joy. Getting up and down the stairs was the truly difficult part but at least she could move around. After that the twins were able to stay home with her for the few remaining weeks of summer vacation.
Overall, it was definitely the worst summer she had experienced since the one where her mom and Kaleb died. She didn't want to break her leg ever, ever again.
Unfortunately, there was a decent chance she would have to get another C-section with her next child. The doctor had warned her about the possibility. But she would cross that bridge when she came to it. For now she was happy to be able to get out of bed again.
"Mommy, do I have to go to kindergarten?" Violet asked as she helped her mother make a batch of chocolate cupcakes.
"Yes, baby. But kindergarten is lots of fun. You get to learn more things and go on more field trips than in preschool. Kaleb will be right there with you too," Keeley said encouragingly.
She pouted. "Kaleb always forgets about me at school. Sometimes I play with Noah when we have the same recess time but he's not going to kindergarten with me so I'll be all alone."
Keeley sighed inwardly. She really didn't know how to help her daughter make friends since she had never personally had a problem with it. It wasn't like she could ask Aaron either; he had no desire for friends when he was younger and happened upon them later in life by chance.
Violet couldn't just wait for other people to approach her forever. She would be very lonely that way.
"Why don't you play with Kaleb and his friends?" Keeley asked. 
The little girl pulled a face. "They only want to play tag or with balls. I like the slides better."
"There are probably other kids who like slides too. You can always play with them."
Violet snuck a bit of cupcake batter before tragically shaking her head. "They only want to climb up it. I like going down, not up."
Keeley patted her daughter's head, unsure what else to say. Hopefully this was something Violet grew out of. There were plenty of shy kids who found their people later on in life. She couldn't depend on Kaleb or Noah forever. They had their own lives to live.
Oliver chose that moment to make his presence known from the living room. Keeley apologized to Violet and went to see what he wanted. He was hungry AND needed a diaper change. Lovely.
She was lucky though; he was a very relaxed baby. He only cried when he needed something. She had to wonder what kind of personality he would have when he was older based on that.
"Mommy, is there something wrong with me?" Violet's little voice asked hesitantly as she approached where her mother was nursing the baby.
"Of course not! Why would you think something like that?"
Keeley saw the genuine worry in the little girl's eyes and was distressed. Was this her fault for trying to get her to branch out and make new friends? That hadn't been her intention at all!
She curled up next to her mother on the couch and clung to her arm, not meeting her eyes. "I don't fit in at preschool. The kids there don't like me. What if it's the same in kindergarten?"
This was the first Keeley heard of it. She knew Violet typically stuck to herself but she never said anything about the other kids not liking her. Had she been bullied? Or did she take them wanting to do different activities as not liking her?
Kids that young usually didn't start excluding others yet. Everything she had seen indicated that Violet's isolation was a personal choice but she couldn't dismiss her words so lightly.
"Why do you think they don't like you, Vi?" she asked gently.
"I don't like playing what they want to play. After a while they stopped asking me if I even wanted to," Violet confessed.
So that was it. Conflicts at that age could be so simple.
Keeley reached down to kiss the top of her daughter's head. "Sometimes we have to take turns deciding what to play, sweetie. Nobody can have what they want all the time. We have to learn how to compromise."
"Compromise? I've heard Daddy use that word before."
"Your daddy and I have to compromise on some things when we can't agree too. Everyone does it at some point or another. If you play what the other kids want to play sometimes, then you can ask them to play what you want the next time. Can you give that a try?"
Violet nodded seriously. "Okay, Mommy. But I never have to compromise with Noah. He always plays what I want."
Noah was a special case. He was always on the same page with Violet. Sometimes it seemed like he was more her twin than Kaleb since he had inherited his father's dark hair and eyes and they always seemed to be perfectly in sync. 
"That's because Noah likes playing what you like to play," Keeley said lightly. "But we can be friends with people who are different from us. Goodness knows, your daddy and I are about as different as night and day."
Violet gave her a skeptical look. "Really? Then why does he love you so much?"
"He likes that I'm different."
He had told her so countless times. That she was different than anyone else in his life had been. They were definitely a strange case of opposites attracting.
"I don't like things being different. I want everything to stay the same," Violet admitted.
Keeley rubbed her head with the hand not supporting Oliver. "Change is a part of growing up, sweetie. But it isn't necessarily a bad thing. Sometimes change can be the best thing that ever happens to you."
She shrugged and hopped off the couch. "I'm gonna go see if Kaleb wants to play Candy Land. Let me know when the cupcakes are done. Thanks for making me feel better, Mommy."
And with that, she trotted off as if she had never been upset. Ah, the easily changeable nature of a child. Hopefully she took the advice to heart as she went to her new school on Monday.


Keeley, a simple plain Jane, hits the jackpot.  [No, she did not win the lottery!]  At least that's what she thinks when she marries the most eligible bachelor in New York City: Aaron, a wealthy cold-hearted heartthrob and Tycoon. 

She wants to show the world that she deserves her position and bends over  backward to fit into his world.

One beautiful day, Aaron hands her a document asking her to sign.  A divorce paper...

"She's pregnant, and I need to take responsibility."

That is the last thing that keeps on playing in her mind before she takes her last breath.

Keeley dies, a 'hit and run'. [End of story.  Not!]

For some unexplainable reason, she wakes up as her younger self.  A young high school girl, around the time when she first meets her cheating husband.

Remembering her life with Aaron before she died, she makes a promise to herself that she will do everything in her power to avoid him at all costs.

Will she be able to keep her promise when Aaron has his own plans as well, specifically for her?  Or will she repeat history and fall for him once more...

Why not journey with me and find out the truth behind their story.

Upon hearing Shiroishi Kazuma's words, Ko Gohon's eyes instantly lit up and he anxiously said, "Uncle Kazuma, I've realized my mistakes. Quickly teach me, what do I have to do?!"
"Currently, the previous bet is already over. We'll just ignore it and not consider it any further." Shiroishi Kazuma slowly said, "So, now, we mainly have to focus on the online novel website.
"According to your bet with Hong Dali, the person with the most number of daily updated books two weeks later wins. If it's according to your idea to increase the flat fees of the authors at the novel website and find ghostwriters to increase the number of novels, all these can more or less be done, but it's still far from enough!
"In this day and age, channels are the king.
"Number one, get through all the possible channels of the novel website and liaise with our joint venture companies in Heavenly State. As long as they are enterprises related to the internet, they must all advertise on the novel website.
"Number two, liaise with the telecommunication companies in Heavenly State and get them to send messages to prompt people to read our novels!
"Number three, liaise with all the web portals in Heavenly State, including Weibo, and open all channels to read our novels.
"Number four, hold a free of charge reading day to attract those readers that are used to reading free of charge books.
"Number five, hype things up and expose our Feng Yun website's remunerations for our authors on all the websites related to novels!
"Number six, liaise with the TV stations to interview our authors and create more exposure for the website!" 
Upon hearing Shiroishi Kazuma's suggestions, Ko Gohon's face glowed as he firmly smacked his thigh. "Understood. I'll get these done right away!"
…
In the next few days, advertisements about Feng Yun website suddenly emerged everywhere. Advertisements for Feng Yun website were all over all the various websites in Heavenly State.
"Feng Yun website is the largest local reading base, free of charge reading and downloading of the novels. No pop-up ads, simple and clean webpage. Come to Feng Yun website to find good novels!"—Haoche Website. 
"Feng Yun website is an online novel website with no pop-up ads, providing the latest and best novels for all novel lovers. Come to Feng Yun website to read novels!"—Dream Paris.
"Feng Yun website provides you with various literature works with no advertisements to spoil your reading experience. It's a website which creates an elegant environment to read novels for all friends who are literature lovers, and the content includes various popular novels."—Guodian Online. 
…
On smartphones.
Countless people throughout Heavenly State had received messages about Feng Yun website's novels.
"We welcome you to the free of charge reading column, Feng Yun website provides all kinds of awesome and exciting novels." 
"[Urban] Personal Show: My Best Grade Missy."
"[Military Affairs] Special Operation of the Falcons: Special Force Number One." 
"[History] Great Waves Again in the Court: Big Fatuous Ruler."
"[Urban] Exceedingly Beautiful Superior: Pretty Tenant."
"[Fantasy] Wuzun Sword Slashes The Vault Of Heaven: Wudao Vault of Heaven."
Countless curious readers clicked on the advertisements, and after taking a few glances, they were satisfied with what they saw. "Mm, these book recommendations are not bad. It's quite good to kill time. This Feng Yun website is quite brilliant!"
Of course, there were those unimpressed as well. "Tsk, such a tacky way of promoting books. Now that there is the smartphone reading app produced by Young Master Hong Dali, who would still want to read these. Zhong Dian website is the king!"
…
On Xinhai Weibo—
Drunk and leaning on the fence of the pavilion, Meng Ziying Weibo Talent: "Feng Yun website's novel 'Yifan's trouble' is very well written. I like how Yifan bullies Shaowan, serves him right for bullying Xiaochao… Mm, amusing as usual, this work is quite good." 
Douban Doujiao Doubao Weibo Talent: "Feng Yun website's novels are quite good. I read novels there the whole day today. The books are not bad! Worth taking a look at them, I strongly recommend!
@Tangdou-like unlucky person: Feng Yun website is not bad, quickly gather and take a look @Dark Building Lonely Spirit 
@Dark Night Vigilante 
@Zuiyu Changwan_Shifu Calls Me Xiaowan @Muying Huange_Little Angel Of The Wolf Master 
@Fleeting Time At Finger Tips."
"Feng Yun website rises strongly, regarding the rise of online literature."—Soulang.
"Earth-shaking big scheme, about the counterattack of Feng Yun website."—Easy Net.
"Small online novel, big wealth! Feng Yun website's powerful rise!"—Dongfang Wealth.
"Read novels, go to Feng Yun website. Write novels, still go to Feng Yun website."—Tianjing's Plaza.
…
In the various readers' group chats.
"These two days, there are so many free books to read on Feng Yun website. I've discovered a few good ones."
"Really, then I'll go and take a look too."
"Of course it's true, it writes that the books are free of charge for a limited period of time!"
"Not bad, not bad. This website is doing pretty well!"
…
On the largest local online novel forum.
"Overwhelming amount of subscriptions! Feng Yun website with all kinds of awesomeness!"
"Zhong Dian or Feng Yun? A newbie feels that Feng Yun is still better!"
"Please help, a newcomer wanting to know whether it's better to go to Feng Yun or Zhong Dian? I personally feel that Feng Yun is better, I can earn quick money."
"Zhong Dian wants to defeat Feng Yun just by relying on a smartphone app, does Feng Yun know about this?"
…
At the TV station.
"Hello, hello, as a Great God-level author on Feng Yun website, may I know how much can your monthly earnings reach?"
"Earnings, this… Around 20 to 30 thousand per month is still fine."
"So much? Then you must be one of those people with the highest earnings on Feng Yun website, right?"
"No! How is it possible that my earnings are so high. My fingers are not nimble, so I type considerably slower. We have people who can type fast and are able to write 10 to 20 thousand words per day, and their remuneration is at least 50 thousand and above per month. There are even people earning 100 thousand!"
"So much?!"
"Yes, Feng Yun website's perks are very good."
…
In Tianjing City, the tallest television tower, in the top floor revolving restaurant.
"Young Master, Chief, the latest totaled reports of Feng Yun website are out!" The bodyguard was shivering with fear as he looked at Shiroishi Kazuma whose back was facing him and was standing in front of the window with his hands placed at his back. This time, he really saluted him. "According to the latest reports, currently, the site traffic of the website has already increased to 2.4 million and above for daily independent IPs. These two days, large batches of newcomers have started writing new books, and the number of updated books in three days have already reached 3,600 books!" 
"So fast!" Ko Gohon exclaimed, "Uncle Kazuma, your idea is really useful!"
"So-so." Shiroishi Kazuma's voice was very calm. "How many daily updated books does Zhong Dian website have now?"
"Chief," The bodyguard's expression and voice were filled with respect. "At the moment, there are approximately 4,500 newly updated books daily."
"Mm, we still lack 900 books." Shiroishi Kazuma said with satisfaction, "It's still within our control. If things continue progressing this way, probably in no time, we will be able to overtake Zhong Dian website. After all, the authors are after all the benefits and perks. As long as there is enough advertising, and the money is sufficient, it's not difficult to attract authors over."
Ko Gohon fully looked up to Shiroishi Kazuma now, as he anxiously asked, "Uncle Kazuma, then, do we continue like this? Why don't I get more ghostwriters to write more books? It's fine as long as it can surpass Hong Dali. I don't plan to earn much money from it."
Upon hearing Ko Gohon's words, Shiroishi Kazuma shook his head and slowly said, "No, if Hong Dali can earn money, why can't we?"
"Ah?" Ko Gohon said in surprise, "Uncle Kazuma, you're planning to… seriously run this Feng Yun website?"
"Yes." Shiroishi Kazuma nodded, yet he didn't continue talking about the novel website but instead looked out of the window, saying, "Young Master Gohon, look at the night view of Tianjing City. How beautiful is it? It's not lacking compared to Tokyo in our Jaban Empire, isn't it?" 
It was night right now. The night view of Tianjing City was extremely beautiful. Neon lights were flashing, and it was especially comfortable to stand from high up and look down, coupled with the gentle night breeze.
"It's very pretty." Ko Gohon agreed. "I haven't really noticed it previously."
"Yes, we haven't noticed it previously." Shiroishi Kazuma's voice was very calm, as he slowly stated, "It's the same for our Toyoda Conglomerate. As the top 16 in the world, the funds of our Toyoda Conglomerate are ample. You normally don't care about this, so you won't care about how much money you spend. You just feel that all the money is there for you to take it."
"I understand, Uncle Kazuma." Upon hearing this, Ko Gohon instantly understood what Shiroishi Kazuma meant.
Actually, he wasn't a stupid person. It was just that in the midst of fighting with Hong Dali, he had always been at the losing end, thus his conflicted mind.
Toyoda Conglomerate was indeed very rich. Just like the night view of Tianjing City, though it was pretty, one wouldn't notice it after looking at it for many times. But no matter how rich it was, after all, it had been built up bit by bit, and it didn't just drop down from the sky.
In that case, as long as they properly operated this Feng Yun website, then they could earn money. So why don't they do it properly and well?
"Uncle Kazuma, what should we do next?" Ko Gohon asked.
"Now since the popularity has already been increased, then next, we'll take in all the good ones and eliminate the bad ones." Shiroishi Kazuma slowly said, "Eliminate all those poor-quality books and get them to finish writing them as soon as possible. Secure those good-quality books and do your best in nurturing their authors. At the same time, slightly change the welfare benefits policy and slowly convert the severance method to giving out dividends. After the novel website has entered a stable phase of operation, it would then be a virtuous cycle." 
"Uncle Kazuma, you are brilliant!" Ko Gohon was elated. "Then, after the website has entered a virtuous cycle, we can earn quite a lot of money, right?"
"Yes." Shiroishi Kazuma smiled. "Don't belittle online novel websites. All the profits from the adaptations of films, online games, merchandises and so on are actually huge. I truly admire Hong Dali. The things started up by this lad truly have very big prospects!" 
"After hearing what Uncle Kazuma just said, I realized that this Hong Dali is very brilliant!" Now, Ko Gohon finally had to admit that Hong Dali was indeed brilliant. "I haven't thought about all this!"
Speaking up to this point, Ko Gohon recalled his bet with Hong Dali. "But Uncle Kazuma, my bet with Hong Dali…"
"Hehe, there's no hurry on that." Shiroishi Kazuma wasn't worried at all about the bet and insipidly said, "Since I've come, of course I have a way to help you win. Wait for a few more days, let's see first whether Hong Dali's side makes any moves."
Shiroishi Kazuma assured Ko Gohon, then instructed him, "Remember, leave your trump card for the last. Don't take them all out at once. Or else, what will you have left to fight him by then?"
"I understand!" This time, Ko Gohon was really convinced. "Thank you for your advice, Uncle Kazuma."


"I have to squander; otherwise, won't it be a waste of my parent's talent at earning money?" Hong Dali answers a reporter's question matter-of-factly. 

Just after the interview ends, Hong Dali opens the Great Prodigal System's interface and looks at the various good stuff displayed in it. Stroking his chin, he mumbles to himself, "I just need to squander 200 billion yuan more to exchange for the blueprint of the core technology, Engine Destruction, found in the strongest humanoid mecha weapon, Neo Granzon. Looks like I'll have to work harder!"

"I want to splurge! I want to squander!"


"Hope Preschool… Hope Preschool… Hope Preschool…" Heero kept muttering as he held a flyer. He was looking for Hope Preschool as he really decided to be a preschool teacher.

There were many factors Heero decided to take this job. There was no need for a complicated requirement or certificate things. There was no need for him to master the weird technologies. Moreover, he also fond of children.

For now, this was the most suitable job for him in this foreign world. Though the flyer looked unconvincing, Heero still wanted to give a try. As for the pay, Heero was still not clear about the currencies in this world.

However, for a school in the outermost city, the pay of 800 WD was not big or even maybe below average. The district at the outermost city was the worst, but it still did not reach a slum level yet. The building was still decent, but it was still far worse compared to the inner city.

Heero however did not mind staying and working here. Even though the air was bad and sometimes he would smell a weird smell, this was not the worst place in his opinion. In Dramonia, there were still many places that were worse than here.

Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap!

Heero stopped at a colorful building. This place stood out compared to the other buildings. There were garden and playground, though the garden was really something. It almost could not be called a garden, Barren Land was maybe the right choice to describe the garden. On top of the entrance, there were two words made of steel, Hope Preschool.

Hope Preschool was easy to find as it near the North gate of Star City. Most people who lived in the North was speaking in Chinese. There would be no problem to communicate with the people here.

Heero opened the gate and entered Hope Preschool. Right in the front of the building, there was a fat middle-aged man sleeping. He was sleeping on the bench with his head looked up to the ceiling.

"Excuse me!"

Heero tried to wake the fat-middle aged man in Chinese. But the fat middle-aged did not even budge, he slept soundly.

"Tsk!"

Knowing the fat middle-aged man would not wake up no matter how many times he called, Heero got his head closer to the fat middle-aged man's neck. Afterward, he blew the fat middle-aged man's neck.

"Eyaahhh!" The fat middle-aged jolted awake as he rubbed his cold neck. Yes, the blow was not an ordinary blow, Heero used his Ki and made the blow chilly which instantly woke the fat middle-aged man.

"Uuh!! What is it? What is it just now?" The fat middle-aged man tried to look at the source of chilly wind. He felt the chilly wind was unusual. However, he could only find a young man right before him, a good looking young man.

The fat middle-aged man immediately got up which caused the excess fat on his belly dancing up and down.

"Oh, hello, I am the security of Hope Preschool, Pan Liang. Do you want to pick your… sister?" Fatty Liang greeted Heero politely. As the young man looked like in his twenty, Fatty Liang was not sure if the young man would have a daughter in his age. That was why he said if the young man wanted to pick his little sister.

Moreover, he also did not recognize this young man. He was familiar with the child's parents, but this was the first time Fatty Liang met this young man.

"Oh, no! I am not picking up my sister!" Heero waved his hand to Fatty Liang as he found Fatty Liang misunderstood him.

"I am here for this!" Then, Heero showed a flyer.

Fatty Liang got closer to the flyer. And then, he realized he misunderstood the young man. The young man came here for the job. After that, Fatty Liang scanned Heero from the top to bottom. Before he was polite, now he turned suspicious.

Meanwhile, Heero was used to this. Yes, the clothes on him were totally different from the people in this city. The clothes he wore attracted many people before, they had the same gaze as Fatty Liang, suspicion and curiosity.

"You are from outside?" Fatty Liang started his job as security. Heero was really looked suspicious with his attire. Moreover, recently, there were many cases of kidnapping and the target was the children.

"Yes, I am from outside and I am here looking for a job!" Heero replied.

"Oh, My name is Xing Heero!" Heero introduced himself to the fatty.

Fatty Liang frowned, "What a weird name!"

In the end, Fatty Liang could not make the decision for the school. Even though Heero looked suspicious, but somehow, the vibe Heero gave him was kind and amiable. However, as veteran security, Fatty Liang could not let his guard down.

"Wait here! I will call the teacher!" Fatty Liang still could not trust Heero.

Heero also aware, but he could do nothing. If he tried to prove he was a good person or the like. It would only make Fatty Liang even more suspicious. There was no good person admitted himself or herself was a good person openly, it would only make the others suspicious.

Fatty Liang entered the school and Heero took a seat on the bench as he waited for Fatty Liang.

It did not take a long time before Fatty Liang coming back. There was a middle-aged woman followed him. Heero could not guess her age based on her appearance. This was another thing confused Heero.

If this was Dramonia, this middle-aged woman supposed to be in the sixties to the eighties. But on Earth, eighty years old woman was the same as a granny in 120 years old on Dramonia.

It could be said, the people on Earth were short-lived compared to the people on Dramonia.

"Oyaah!" The middle-aged woman surprised upon seeing Heero. Heero was so young and also handsome. She just could not believe a young man like Heero was looking for a job in the outermost city.

"Are you sure you want to be a teacher here?" The middle-aged woman asked.

Heero could feel the difference between the middle-aged woman's gaze and the people he often met on the street. The middle-aged woman's gaze did not contain curiosity or suspicion, but she genuinely surprised. Though Heero did not know why she was so surprised.

"Yes, I am sure!" Heero answered enthusiastically. This was his first job, he was so excited.

"Good, you look healthy and cheerful. You have a good prospect as a preschool teacher."

The middle-aged woman voiced something unrelated to the job. Healthy and cheerful, Heero wondered if these things related to his job as a teacher. Though he thought so, Heero did not show it on his face. Instead, he nodded his head enthusiastically.

"Good! It's decided, you are accepted to work here as a teacher. You can start working tomorrow!" The middle-aged woman tapped Heero's shoulder enthusiastically.

Heero himself did not know why the middle-aged woman accepted him just like this. But he did not care, he got a job, a normal job he wanted. Heero's face was beaming with joy and hugged the middle-aged woman.

"Thank you, Aunty!"

"Hehe, good spirit, good spirit!" The middle-aged woman tapped Heero's back.

"But don't call me Aunty, you can call me Teacher Lin. Come here before 7 am, don't be late on your first day!" The middle-aged woman reminded.

"Good, Teacher Lin! I will not late, I promise!"

Heero nodded his head and head out of the Hope Preschool.

Meanwhile, Fatty Liang had unbelievable look on his face. He did not expect for Teacher Lin to accept Xing Heero, the suspicious person just like that. He thought with the help of Teacher Lin, a woman with a long experience could help him to dig a bit of information about the young man.

If Heero became unbelievably happy, Fatty Liang was unbelievably worried.

"Teacher Lin, are you not suspicious about that young man? How can you accept him just like that?" Fatty Liang questioned Teacher Lin.

He was the only security here. If there was an accident that happened in the school, he would hold the main responsibility as the main and the only security here.

"Tch, tch, tch!" Teacher Lin shook her head in disappointment as her response toward Fatty Liang, "Fatty Liang, you still need to learn more for me!"

"How come a young man with an aura like that is a bad person? There are really many things you should learn from me, Fatty Liang!"

Teacher Lin tapped Fatty Liang's left shoulder two times and entered the building, leaving speechless Fatty Liang at the entrance.

"Aura? What aura? It's fucking bullish*t aura again!" Fatty Liang cussed.

"Look like I have to work harder tomorrow, I have to keep on watch that young man!" Fatty Liang sighed as he thought his peaceful job as security would come to an end soon.

Whoosh!

"Fatty, I am going home!"

Then there was a little girl bypassed him. The little girl was running, wearing a plain blue shirt and blue skirt, and has her hair tied into twin-tail. Fatty Liang recognized the little girl, she was his friend's daughter.

"Oi! Don't run or you will be tripped…" Despite the shout from him, the little girl kept running and giggling.

"Also, you should call me Uncle Liang…" Fatty Liang added frustratedly.

…

Meanwhile, Heero who was so happy as he got an appropriate job standing still not far from the Hope Preschool. He was in deep thought.

Earlier, he was so excited as he got his first job and just left the school without much thought. But he remembered Teacher Lin said to come before 7 am. However, Heero did not know what did 7 am meant.

"Should I go back and ask Teacher Lin?" 

Bugh!

At the same time, Heero heard something fell right beside him. And then, it accompanied with a child cry.

"Waaaahhh…!"

Heero saw there was a little girl wearing blue clothes and a red backpack fell right beside him.

Heero immediately picked the little girl from the ground and asked, "Are you okay?"

He asked a stupid question. He also realized the question was stupid, a little girl fell and cried, of course, she was not okay and he still asked like that.

"Hurt… hurt…" The little girl was crying as she pointed toward her knee. The left knee was bruised and the right knee was bleeding.

Heero subconsciously moved his hand to the little girl's right knee. He wanted to use his Ki to stop the bleeding and lessen the pain. However, his hand stopped his hand in the midair. After further thought, he took out a box made of bamboo from his clothes.

He opened the box and there were many golden round pills inside the box. He took one and gave it to the little girl.

"Here you are, eat this. This is sweets and if you eat this, the pain will go away!" Heero offered the golden pill with a gentle smile.

The little girl stopped crying and her teary eyes shone as she looked at the golden pill.

"Can I really take it? But my father said don't accept anything from a stranger! Big Brother, I can't take it!"

To Heero's surprise, the little girl refused the golden pill. He could see the little girl really wanted to take the golden pill.

"It's okay, it's just sweet! Also, this sweet can make the pain go away, lho~"

"Really!?" The little girl still hesitated.

Heero nodded his head with a gentle smile.

In the end, the little girl took the golden pill. She really could not refuse the temptation of the sweet aroma from the golden pill. She put the golden pill in her mouth and her pained face turned into happiness.

"It's really sweets~," The little girl thought happily.

Of course, it was just not a normal sweet. It was medicine for kids. The golden color outer pill was honey.

"Where do you live? I will deliver your home!" As Heero was afraid the little girl would fall again, he decided to deliver her home.

"My home is not far, there!" The little girl pointed her finger to a district which was not far from their location.

Heero took the little girl's hand and walked toward the district the little girl pointed out. The little girl had her guard down as she enjoyed the sweet in her mouth and followed Heero.

The district was not far, it only took a while before they entered the district. Apparently, the little girl's house was in the middle district. When both almost reached the middle district, Heero heard a ruckus ahead of him.

He saw there were five men surrounding a woman. The five men seemed to be threatening the woman as they tried to drag the woman with them. There were also many people watched this incident, but no one tried to help the surrounded woman. They just watched the event unfolded like that from the sideline.

This is a work of fiction. Any names, characters, stories or events, are fictitious!

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

At the most unfortunate day which also the luckiest day for Xing Heero, his village was attacked by a specter. He lost family, his childhood sweetheart, he lost everything. However, on the same day, the strongest man called Saint picked him up as his disciple.

After years of training under the strongest man, Saint. To fulfill his Grandfather's dream to be a Great Hero, Heero started his career as a Hero. Heero was determined to kill specter and would not let any child experienced the same experience as him.

However, maybe he had used all his luck to get the strongest man as his Master. Somehow, all of his achievement was stolen by the other heroes. The unfortunate event kept happening to Heero which led all of his achievement being robbed by the other Heroes.

In the last of his unfortunate event, he tried to kill God Specter, but it only ended him up sealed in Eternal Ice. The last moment before Heero lost consciousness, he vowed he would retire as Hero.

"Father! Mother! I will be obedient! I will stop to be Hero and continue our family line, please release me from this Eternal Ice!"

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