   The sun, the stars, the moon, none of their light was able to reach the world. For the first time in centuries, no external light shone down. For the first time in centuries, Maker grew annoyed. She stood on the other side of the barrier and gathered her mana. Her radiance condensed into a ball the size of her fist. It rushed forward, battering against the barrier only to send a few calm ripples across it. She frowned and held up her hand. Two of her children appeared behind her. The goddess of good and the god of evil both kneeled down. All thoughts of battle were put out of their heads when their parent was angry. "That man…" Maker mumbled. "I thought we destroyed everything." She struck the barrier one last time then turned to face her children. "You both know what this means, right?"
   "Yes ma'am," said the god of evil.
   "Yes mother," said the goddess of good.
   "Then you will both need to separate." She pointed to the central landmass. "When the barrier dissolves, I'll search the main continent while you two get the east and west. I want him or whatever legacy he left behind destroyed." The two children nodded and tried to help pass the barrier ahead of time only to be pushed back. "I guess we have to wait." Maker summoned a chair and sat down. "Even after so much time he continues to be a thorn in my side."
…
   Doevm was pulled forward, crashing him and Horse into the ground in a dark room. As he got up the doors slammed close. An enormous lock made of an unknown material barred the door. Doevm held his leg, expecting pain to rise up, but it never came. The wound on his leg was healed. He stretched his limb out a couple times to find it was fine. After standing up on it, it was verified he was completely healed. Horse, on the other hand, vaporized. The mental connection was severed.
   'This is either a holy shrine or a sort of safehouse from another race,' Doevm thought. He tried to use his magic to see, but it was blocked. He tried again yet nothing happened.
   As if acting for him, a blinding blue light flooded the surroundings. After his eyes adjusted, he saw the source of the light was a transparent pillar. Inside were masses of blue energy flying around like a tornado. One after another, more pillars lit up on his left and right going down a long hallway. The way back was blocked, so he walked forward on the faded velvet carpet. Massive holes had been ripped in it. Besides the carpet, the floor was made of Ploly (Pl-ole) bricks.
   While the roof forty feet above him was made up of thousands of shining mana crystals, the walls of steel and aluminum to reflect the light, Ploly bricks were unexpected. 'Did the construction crew run out of money half-way through this project?' Doevm thought as he picked one up. Ploly bricks were famously useless. Their melting point was of dirt. They were so soft that one could crush them in their palms. Even Doevm had a hard time believing it was that useless. He had spent a year examining them only to find out they truly were garbage. Yet, despite his failure to find anything useful about Ploly, he knew they were useful for something. It was a material no one knew the origin of. If one used alchemy to split it into its original state, it would not turn into any other base elements. It was its own dark brown material.
   For a few minutes he walked until he got to the edge of the ruins. On the back wall constructed out of pure Ploly bricks were more hieroglyphics that read: "She is watching always. She is watching always. She is watching always. She is watching always." Over and over again. It filled the wall. As he continued to read, the hieroglyphs got more hurried and sloppier. By the end, it was illegible. Embedded into the center was a single book with a dark grey leather cover. The title read: "The game of the Gods, by Maximus Draken".
One hundred and fifteen years ago…
   Arthur walked straight past the two Undead knights guarding the library and into the throne room. "Doevm, are you ready for this week's session?" He took off his gauntlets and leaned his sword against the wall. He made sure not to get close to the bookshelves as this Lich would always get angry whenever his stuff was touched without permission.
   Doevm was in his half-destroyed throne hunched over a book. His skeletal head turned up to meet his instructor. "You're early." He shut the book and handed it to one of his Undead minions. "I guess that means we can spar for longer today." He rolled up the sleeves of his black cloak.
   "You know, I always see you reading the same book, why is that?" Arthur asked.
   "That's unusual," Doevm chuckled. "You interested in a book? What interests you about it?" He motioned for the servant to return. He plucked the book out of its hands and opened it once more.
   "Not just the one." Arthur walked shoulder to shoulder with him. "You mostly read books by the same author, Maximus Draken." He pointed to the signature. "The capital of the Acrin Kingdom is also Draken. What's he so famous for?"
   "That depends." Doevm held the book away from Arthur, afraid that his rough hands would damage the old book. "If you ask humans, they say he was the first hero. If you ask demons, he was the greatest magician. If you ask me, he was a great philosopher." A dozen servants came into the library and bowed with books presented. "Each of these is his work. His theories about mana are fascinating. They've kept me busy for a half a century now, testing each one of them. The most interesting thing about him, however, is that everyone is wrong about him."
   "You mean, he wasn't smart at all?"
   "No, not that." Doevm nearly hit his friend with the book, but that would most likely damage the book more than the hero's thick skull. "No one knows why he was so prominent. He was able to do so many things in his lifetime. It was like he was great at everything. Combat, magic, thinking, building, he did everything. His tombs can still be found around the world, hidden from the public's eyes. When he was at the height of his power, he lost his magic. He was unable to even see it. The kingdom that he built up was taken over. Many of his books were labeled as hearsay and destroyed. No matter how much I find about him, there is no answer to what he actually did to get so strong and who made him crumble. His family was unknown. He had no heirs. Only his accomplishments are known."
   "Sounds harsh." Arthur looked at the rest of the books. "They seem to be getting darker                 as they go. Did you notice that?"
   "What do you mean, the content? There are only a few copies in the world so how could you have read them?" Doevm closed the book.
   "Look at this one." Arthur forcefully yanked the book out of Doevm's skeletal hands. "This is volume one and it is bound in white leather." He picked up the next volume before Doevm could snatch his book back. "This one has a slightly darker cover and its volume two."
   "Ok I get it, now put the books down before I have to kill you." Lightning cackled around his hands. Arthur shrugged and put the books back as dramatically and gently as he could. "It could be because they are getting older or just a coincidence." His blue flame eyes inspected each book. The limit of his collection was at grey. "This means there might be more…" He picked up the last book and mumbled to himself, "That means his theories continue. From the latest volume I was able to invent light magic. What happens if I get my hands on the latest volumes?" He put them back down and shooed his servants away. "I'll investigate this matter later. Our time is limited. Let's spar." He went for a quick jab. Arthur ducked. "This is for touching my stuff!" He executed a combination attack against air.
   Arthur got into a stance: "I am going to touch e-ve-ry-thing after I win."
Back to the present…
   The book was a trap. It had to be a trap. Doevm knew deep in his heart that such an elaborate hallway was just to make him more impatient. His magic was sealed, and he had no idea as to why. Since there was no exit to this place, only the book, it was obvious that picking up the book was what the maker of this ruin intended. He grabbed the book and opened to the first page. Right on cue, a trap activated. A soft repeating clinking went down the hallway. The pillars cracked. The blue swirling mist burst out and rushed toward Doevm, who was zoned out. His eyes were glued to the first line: "Instruction for basic soul magic."

"Screw magic, I want to learn how to do cool flips and stuff." Magic is awesome, until you've studied it for centuries. Doevm reincarnates into a human to experience the path of a fighter to its fullest and swears not to rely on magic. There is only one problem, a goddess stands in his way. She pits him against both the hero and the villain for all of eternity. How will he escape this, with magic or his fists? Maybe both? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------(Sorry about the spacing. Webnovel doesn't let me use enter) Winner of contest #110. I upload seven chapters a week. Each chapter has word count around 1500+.-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Link to my discord: https://discord.gg/tHaceja ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------While I am an experienced writer, I do make mistakes. Don't be afraid to say you don't understand something or point out an error in grammar. I read all comments. There are naturally some things I won't say. For example, if some says there's an inconsistency and I don't address it, it's probably there for a reason.

I woke up on the bed, tucked into the blankets. The pack doctor was no where in sight. Nor was the alpha. Did he ever return home?

I looked over to the window and seen that the sun had gone down. What time is it? I look over at the nightstand and seen a clock. 12:40 am. It's late and he hasn't returned?! He at least didn't return to the room....I think. I sighed. Maybe I should go see if he's somewhere in the house. 

I got up out of bed and walked down the long hallway that led to a flight of stares. Quietly, I walked down the stairs, not wanting to wake anyone up. 

Once I got to the bottom step, I sighed and continued my way around searching for my mate. While roaming around the dark house, I seen a light up ahead of the never heading hallway. When I got to the room where the light was coming from, I seen that it was the kitchen. 

Inside the kitchen, sat a person. He wasn't Lucius but from what I'm guessing is that it's his beta. 

"I know you're there," he said. 

I looked up to see him staring at me over the book he was reading. 

"You can come in. I'm not going to bite," he said before sighing. 

I walked closer to him, but kept my distance. 

"I'm Iris," I said to him. 

"Maxwell," he said. 

"What are you reading?" I asked. 

"Huh? Oh. It's something my grandmother gave me. It was her book of the ancient legends and myths of every creature that lived on earth. She used to read me them to bed every night since I was a baby before she passed," Maxwell said closing the book.

I looked at him closely. There was a faint scar that went down his nose and lip. 

"Where did you get that scar?" I asked him out of curiosity. 

"What scar?" he asked me confused. 

"The one on your face," I said. 

"Oh, this one. About 2 weeks ago, the pack stumbled across a werecat. She clawed my snout while I was in wolf form. This is the result of it," Maxwell told me. 

Holy shit. I clawed the beta. I'm going to be in some deep sh*t. 

"I'm sorry," I mumbled. 

"Sorry for what? You didn't do anything," he said. 

"Yes I did Maxwell. I'm the werecat that clawed you," I told him. 

"Oh.... Well, it's okay. You were defending yourself," he said grinning. 

We talked to each other more. I soon had sat next to him. Apparently, him and Lucius were trouble makers when they were pups. I thought it was funny because from the little time I got to know Lucius, if you want to even count it as getting to know him, I didn't see him as a trouble maker. Now Maxwell, I can see him like that. He has that childish personality that suits him.

"So, have you found your mate?" I asked Maxwell. 

"No. Have you?" he replied. 

"Yeah. Lucius is my mate. But I don't know where he disappeared to," I said laying my head against my hand. 

"Your Lucius's mate?! I'm sorry Luna. I should have known. I'll mind-link Lucius for you," he said getting all professional. 

"Thanks Maxwell. But please call me by my name. And you don't have to be all professional around me either. Just be your natural self," I said to him. 

"Your welcome. And okay," he says before mind-linking Lucius.

"Iris, he should be here soon," Maxwell told me after mind-linking the alpha. 

I nodded in response and looked through the book. I wasn't searching for anything particular. Just a story that my mom used to tell me. After searching through half the book, I eventually found it and tapped a sleeping Maxwell on the shoulder. 

"What you got there?" he said half asleep. 

"Just a story my mom used to tell me," I said showing it to him. 

"Ahh. The story of how the first werecat clan was made. It was one of my favorites as a child.", Maxwell said. 

"Mine too. Do you mind reading it to me?" I said to him. 

"Sure," he said.

Maxwell read the story to me. I sat there engrossed and memorized in it. It kind of felt like when I was younger. By the end of the story, I was in tears. It was a sad story, but a famous one as well. 

I thanked Maxwell for reading me the story. That's when the alpha made his presence known. 

"Alpha," Maxwell said to him. 

"Maxwell," he said acknowledging him. 

"I'll go make myself scarce. Iris, whenever you want to hear another story, you can find me in the library," Maxwell said. 

"Okay," I replied. 

Maxwell quickly left me with Lucius in the kitchen. 

"What time is it?" I asked Lucius, not seeing a clock anywhere in here. 

"3:30 am. Why?" Lucius said. I tried to calm myself before talking to him, but that didn't work out as planned. 

"Where the hell were you?!? I looked for you before sitting here with your beta. I was worried. You weren't here when I woke up," I exclaimed. 

Lucius sighed. 

"We need to talk, It's about what happened a decade ago," he said dodging my question. 

"Then will you tell me where you went?" I asked. 

"Yes I will," he said tiredly. 

"You better," I said in a very pissed off tone.

Iris Lace is the last of her kind. She's been on the move for a while now. Then she meets him. Her mate. Lucius Lyons. 
     Lucius Lyons is the alpha of the Filtrian Pack. He's one of the most intimidating and scariest alphas in all of history. Piss him off and he won't show you any mercy.
     But what will happen when Iris crosses onto Lucius's path? How would Lucius feel about being mated to a werecat? Iris?

Hi Readers!


Thank you for reading my book and voting for it using your power stones - and also those who added them also to their collection.

I'm a novice writer and this book is supposed to be drawn as comics. I don't have the time to draw now because of my profession as a CPA, my job, and my law school degree. Drawing, scanning, and coloring them in PS is a hard thing to do - as I figured from personal experience as I finished only 3 pages of this one before I made it a book.

Hopefully words gave justice to my vivid imaginations of the battle taking place that can only be visualized in drawing. I thank God He let me finish this. Even though I am not good with words, His wisdom flowed through me to make me contextualize the images I am seeing in my head. Hopefully you are seeing what I'm seeing as you read every chapter leading to the final battle to end this book 1 of 5. 

I will continue with Book 2 if I get some reception. My vision doesn't stop there, although may be delayed. Had a few setbacks too with publishing and from other professional editors saying my work is too ambitious and impossible. Honestly, I am not in it for the money, I can publish it and have the cost to cover the expenses making it if ever. I just want to share my story. But, alas, we are not that lucky, and I am not that great too as a writer. 

Got depressed for a while before I met my wife and got married and forgot about this for 6 years now. That's why I haven't pushed though writing and focused on my professional life, but I will continue this on and finish all 5 books (4 more to go). I am challenging myself too. If I get a lot of reception from you guys, I'll kickstart Book 2 this quarantine period if ever. Thanks for reading my book and God bless you!

Stay safe!

When Bathala created the world, He made sure that the Earth will be safe from the Mortals: the Men and Women of the Earth. Their potential for evil has saddened Him deeply. He has to go away to create Paraiso but He needs to protect them from destroying themselves.

To make sure that life will prosper on Earth, He has blessed three righteous tribes and mandated them to protect the Fountain of Life from being corrupted. The Fountain seeds green life on Earth. Without the fountain, life will cease to exist.

The three tribes that are led by Nagozul, Yagisiv Haya, and Daomagar, left their villages and created their dominion on Bathala's three islands collectively known as The Holy Lands. Their purpose: "Protect the Fountain of Life at all costs." They have been true in following their holy edict and have proven themselves to become the Holy Sentinels of the Lands of Bathala. They have maintained the secrecy and the anonymity of the Holy Lands with perfection as life continued on Earth.

Tens of thousands of years later, the Kingdom of Nagozul has now grown arrogant and has disobeyed Bathala's mandate. An impending doom now shrouds the Holy Lands. Extinction of the mortal race is upon them and the fate of the world is at stake. It is up to the brave Holy Sentinels, the young Princes of Nagozul, to complete the mission and save the souls that are inhabiting the islands of God.

Everyone got to work fast as an assistant led Qin Guan to a professional dressing room.
The requirements were clear. The cover would be a large portrait, so Linn would capture only Qin Guan's face and neck. This naturally made things more difficult for the stylist.
Chris Sortleon, who cooperated with Linn very frequently, had been offered the job. She was considered the best stylist in America. Most of her clients were politicians, so she had never worked in the fashion circle.
Unlike her peers in the fashion circle, she looked like a politician herself rather than a stylist.
During the presidential election, she was invited by CNN to help the candidates of the two parties. She was good and prompt at her job. Three minutes were usually all she needed. The stylist was never disrespectful at such important occasions.
That was why she had gotten the job.
Chris had graduated from the South New Hampshire University with a degree in Commercial Management, but she seldom worked for people outside the political circle.
When Qin Guan walked in, she realized why Linn had invited her there. The young man was a muse for both photographers and stylists. He was a source of inspiration for all artists. Everyone would be happy to meet him.
Chris changed her attitude and adjusted her chair to match his height.
Qin Guan greeted the stylist politely. She was only wearing a pearl necklace. A pair of soft hands welcomed him.
There were no calluses on her hands. They felt smooth and very warm. This was essential for a good stylist, so models would not be repulsed by their touch.
Chris studied Qin Guan before she sighed and murmured to herself, "His skin is perfect and his face is flawless! It was not a legend after all. Does this mean that I have to compete with Pat over a job at the fashion week?"
Chris shook her head. "No, this must be an exception. Models that live wild lives are not as fresh and bright as they seem."
She turned on all the lights to check Qin Guan's face more carefully.
"TIME tends to choose a red or blue frame for the person on their cover. Only deceased people get a black frame. You are too fair-skinned for a serious magazine though. TIME is very different from fashion magazines."
"We need some proper foundation..." she murmured as she got to work. She mixed several shades of foundation and compared the result to the back of her hand.
"Perfect! Antique brass will make you look more sophisticated and masculine. That's what old-fashioned readers like to see."
Qin Guan relaxed at her joke as her soft brush swiped across his cheeks, forehead and jaw.
Chris took a breath. "Oh, honey... Never smile at a woman like that."
The brush made Qin Guan feel itchy, so he just closed his eyes and smiled.
"There's no need for any blush or lipstick. Your lips are very moist. There's nothing else for me to do. I should just apply some toner to your face."
"Wow! Let me brush your eyebrows out, my boy..."
Qu was smirking. Qin Guan's face required no work compared to the wrinkly faces of old politicians.
Soon, Chris waved Qin Guan away. "Okay, go to the studio before I do something else to impress the readers."
Qin Guan escaped as fast as he could. He felt wronged by her professional skill, but that was not his fault, was it?
An assistant led him into the professional studio. A portrait photo was just a trifle for the team, but Linn had still organized all their resources based on that. In Qin Guan's opinion, the old man was very serious about his job. Linn thought just as highly of him.
Dear everyone, here is the new book of Kiki, my lovely editors. Welcome to read, thanks. https://www.webnovel.com/book/10628956105083205/Ashes-To-Ashes 


Qin Guan was reborn and sent back to his final semester in High School 18 years ago. Getting a second chance at life, he works hard to turn things around and eventually become a Prince Charming. What will his life be like the second time around? What will he have to go through? How will he succeed in turning from a loser into a Prince Charming? Read this story carefully and find out!

Taking a flight of stairs up to the third floor, I walked through a corridor and came to the other side where there was a locked door. There were three, but I went over to the one that was on the far right.

With a set of practiced movements, I put my hand below the carpet before the door and caught on to the object I was rummaging through for. It was a rusty old key, which I used immediately after to unlock and enter inside.

When the door opened, I walked inside with careful strides. I didn't want to knock over the stack of books strewn all over the floor again, cleaning up was a mess when one of the librarians came over. 

With a little bit of effort, I had gotten to the other end of the room. Before me, was a ring of 20-feet tall shelves, caved outwards in a semi-circle. There was an opening in the middle where I used to pass through.

Once I was inside, I threw my belongings to the side and jumped onto the cushioned sofa leaning against the wall. 

Aah, how I've missed this so much... Well, it's only been a week. But I've returned, to my usual seat. This entire place that's reserved for me alone.

Was it better to call this a hideout, as this small space created from the enclosure of arced shelves wasn't a place where normal people could come into. Well, I wasn't technically allowed in here either since the the third floor was off-limits. However, it wasn't very difficult convincing a bunch of underpaid librarians to turn a blind eye to my entry. As long as I didn't cause any trouble and didn't leave a mess around, we had a deal. 

Because of how obscured this place was, it was easy for me to sneak in some snacks on occasion. Those were stored behind a cabinet of books, and I conveniently went over and opened a bag of dried squid for myself. I also took the time to pull out the stash that was kept hidden here.

"This goes here. Here. And this one here... here... and done." I wiped the sweat off my forehead after exerting some effort carrying them around. While enjoying the taste of preserved seafood in my mouth, I looked around this redecorated space with a satisfied look. Almost a week's worth of paycheck had gone to these things— A coffee-maker, a music player, and a roll of super-comfy fur blanket draped around me comfortably. Is this what they call a best of both worlds? I'd almost feel like a degenerate again whenever I come to visit.

But who cares, it was my well-deserved break. Others spend it on the weekly theatrical plays in the city square, or find their enjoyment in brothels and sex. But I find most comfort in what I enjoy best. Reading.

I wore a pair of muffled gloves and started the coffee-maker. Since I had already stocked up enough cores for their mana usage before, the coffee-maker operated seamlessly as usual. A few seconds later, the aroma of rich coffee entered my nostrils. I took the porcelain cup from the stand of the coffee-maker and took a sip.

Aah... This is heaven... Thank you, Satoru-kun. Your inventions are a blessing to this world.

While thanking the otherworlder I never had the pleasure to meet in my head, I took off the gloves again and flung them to the couch. While enjoying the homely taste of Earth, I moved over to the windowsill right next to this small space. 

When I looked outside, I could see the bird's nest settled in between the branches of the oak tree as usual. But there was an unfamiliar figure? What used to be two hatchlings, had now become three. Something about the sight of the mother bird pecking up earthworms near to its children's mouths, was just so endearing. 

When I got my fill of how they were doing today, I came close to one of the shelves and knelt down. At the lower row, I picked out a book which was the only one there without a hard cover. I returned to the couch and sat down with the book in hand, flipping through a few pages. After getting to the latest page where there was nothing written on it, I started penning down my entry for what I did this week.

Cooking, cleaning, tending to stores and inns. Well, those were the usual. But at the end of the entry, I didn't forget to include a monster I had defeated recently thanks to Heinesia's tip-off. A Level 3 monster-squirrel called [Acorn Bearer], it ran nearly as fast the Horned Rabbits, but once I led it away from a terrain without trees, the fight became one-sided quickly.

Speaking of which, I was also slowly starting to get used to the act of killing monsters. After thinking of them as 'digital creations' that the 'game' creates, the resistance from monster blood became substantially less from each encounter with them.

—-After that, I recorded a few more restaurants I had visited, and stores in the inner district before I finished the entry with how much money I had left. With the money for today, it still didn't seem as much as I'd like to have. Even with the title ability I got as a [Merchant]:｢Merchant's Deal｣ that gave me 'discounts' to whatever I purchased, I was still only able to scrounge up a total of 4 silver and 13 copper coins at the end of this month.

If I had not bought those magic items here, maybe I would be close to 5 silver coins but I didn't think I was being wasteful with my expenses. Especially since I had told myself to live without regrets this time in this world, I was now a stronger believer in the value of self-satisfaction more than anything.

As for when I would get my custom-made equipment, I had already dropped that idea. That stuff was way too expensive. 

Additionally, the number of low-leveled monsters around Halvan was going to stay low because of the freak incident where all the Horned Rabbits in a nest had gone crazy, and had attacked the city. Needless to say, all of them were wiped out, but I had never expected that monsters had their own ecosystems as well. When the Horned Rabbit was removed from the food chain, the presence of other monsters had also become unstable. 

The royal scientist who came to Halvan a few days after that incident had determined that this phenomenon was only going to be temporary, and it would take another two months before the mana in the air was redistributed to create more monsters accordingly.

Since I wasn't going to be monster-active during this downtime, I didn't have an issue with re-using the [Moonsift Fang] dagger given to me. As for the camping rucksack I had purchased before, I never got the chance to use it yet, it might really have been an impulsive purchase back then that I still regret to this day. But I am properly using the weight-enchantment robe and the custom clothes I ordered before. I was even thinking of getting an extra set because of how comfortable it is. Despite what my first impression of that guy had made me believe, Richard Brownfield was a talented tailor who really cut no corners when making clothes.

I returned the journal to where I had kept it before, and sighed. Taking Shinri's advice, I had started this journal. The journal had recorded a mundane life, it was the normal and fulfilling life that I wanted. A working member of society. But as a month had passed, I found myself wanting more. Was I getting influenced from just having a taste of being 'on the edge' once? I knew that this feeling had started ever since I was chased down by the goblins. I found myself lamenting about it at times, that if things would turn out differently if I had simply stood my ground and fought them?

—-There was also the heart-pounding episode in the rabbit burrow. I left another adventurer to die and told no one about it. I saved a demihuman slave, but she seems to have already disappeared after being set free.

Would anything change if I had taken the initiative to confront my cowardly self?

Was I really going to be able to truly enjoy my second life in a fantasy world if I was stuck in a tiring cycle of being treated as a manual labourer? Slowly but surely, this sentiment of dissatisfaction crept up to me. Before I knew it, I was already hooked on the thought of what a 'true adventurer' would be like, and I felt like right now, this wasn't really the kind of life I wanted the most.

...I yearned for adventure.

But, no use beating myself over it, this was just temporary anyway. I was already a Level 6 for some time now. Remembering the fact that I would finally be able to obtain my long-overdue class in the church in a few more days, I gathered up a little more motivation again.

I stared at the book Lyndel had placed on a small round coffee table before I came—-[The World History by Devani Marcoles].

Before then, the least I could do was read up more about this new world. After playing the music player, a simple ambient piano softened the atmosphere.

I sat down cozily on the couch and began to work on the thick history textbook with a pleasant smile.

White finally leaves his irreparable past behind when transported to another world. Using this second chance he decides to live his second life quietly, but things never go according to plan.

With his precocious affinity with the opposite gender, White becomes entangled in the company of interested women around him. But he soon finds out that behind those innocent, smiling masks, are wild, perverse obsessions beyond his imagination, leading him to a never-ending waltz with these deadly girls.

Will he survive, or will their love be the ones that do in the end? With the world of fantasy as the center stage, the game of fanatical love begins.

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Okay so the Illustration is complete I updated the book cover on royalroad.com scribblehub.com and webnovel.com, I've also updated the synopsis to what is going to be on A m a z o n.
The illustrator delivered the illustration to me around 3 or 4 hours ago., so it was completed fairly recently.
It took me mmmm 7 or 8 tries maybe 9 before I was finally able to get kdp amazon to accept the illustration. I tried 6 or 7 times of those to get it to accept the pdf. In the end, it did not accept the pdf book cover, but I was able to make a workaround and submit the image through the cover creator by uploading the image and delete all text projected over the illustration by the cover creator and wallah only took a 2nd try to get it done after that.
This was for the paperback version mind you, no problems with the ebook on that front. Keep in mind I was just about to go too sleep when the illustrator contacted me and I only recently reverse my schedule back to somewhat normal. It was then that this whole fiasco started.
Now then, the ebook has passed review and is currently publishing which means their setting it up on their sites and apps for amazon, kindle and their various national variations.
The paperback is in review. Both the ebook and paperback should be released around or within 72 hours from what I've been told. I will also get an email when the ebook is published and maybe when the paperback is published not sure.
Next, I noticed when I was reposting the amazon version of the synopsis that the paperback's synopsis was lacking any spaces between sentences which is indeed an issue.
Now I would go ahead and edit the ebook and paperback just so they're more professional, but I tried that, it won't let me edit it right now and the button to do so are greyed out.
That said I do want to edit the synopsis of the two books so they're not a mess but I will have to wait, if they even allow editing of them after they've been published anymore. I know they used too.
I may or may not release another update when they've been published and or edited but for now you seem to have all the information and anymore may just be overbearing.
Also the paperback minimum price was 42 something odd dollars with no royalties, so I raised the price of the paperback to 50 dollars USD so that I can even make a profit off royalties, even with that each purchase of the paperback only gives me 4.25 dollars. The cost of printing is 25 something odd dollars per book, I guess amazon gets the rest and or put it into shipping costs???? Crazy right?
Anyway that's it have a wonderful night or day and I hope you buy a copy.

P.S. The ebook is 2.99 USD.

I have this story on Webnovel.com Scribblehub.com and Royalroad.com I have deleted my series on Tapas.io I am on P A T R E O N, besides these websites I have not published this story anywhere else.
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Ethereal.

A Primordial Storm.

A Hyper-Sentient Being A God?

No.

But his creations seem to think so?

Whole worlds sculpted from his own body.

Countless denizens living and breathing on and within his worlds.

Immortal Powerful Overseers descended from one born in the primordial Origin.

Massive Guardians Dragons that birthed all dragon-kind.All serving you, all look up to you.

Yet you say no, you are not a God.

Because I am not.

I can be hurt.

I can be killed.

I have limits.

My Power is Finite, not Infinite.

Thus I am not a god.

I used to think It was only me in the void, but I am not alone.

Basketball training base.
Yunas held the tactical board and explained while drawing, "This set of tactics is like this. The defender stops here, then the center will come over to pick and roll, which will cause a misplaced defense. At this time, the defender is facing It's the opponent's center..."
Zhang Guan listened and then said, "Then the center moves inwards, attracting the cut, attracting the forward to make a defense. At this time, there will be a short space, the ball passes here, he needs to make a defense, there is a space on the sideline, and the pass to the sideline. I can shoot if I don't have an assisted defense. If someone helps you pass and shoot here, isn't it?"
"Uh, yes, that's right, it looks like this, do you know this tactic?" Coach Yunas asked.
"I guess this is the way, if I were to organize, I would fight like this." Zhang Guan said.
"Well, let's look at the next tactic." Yunas contested to wipe the tactical board clean, and then painted the position of the players on both sides of the attack and defense.
Coach Yunas then said, "The center was originally in this position. He now moves here. Joining this center can shoot. Just like our national team's Yao and roughly, then this time the opponent's center must also guard. At this point, there will be a vacancy in the direction of the inside line."
"Then breakthrough, attract the assist defense, pass to the center or the free-throw line forward player, spare the bottom line to run back, and then pick and roll out of position, here is the weak side position..." Zhang Guan followed coach Yunas's words to explain this tactic clearly.
"You know this tactic again?" Coach Yunas asked.
"I think it would be more reasonable to play like this!" Zhang Guan said.
Coach Yunas shook his head inexplicably, he cleaned the tactical board again and painted the position of the player, and this time he did not take the lead in explaining the tactics, but directly asked, "If you organize this attack, What would you do?"
"The point guard is holding the ball, the power forward in the fourth position is the cover, and the shooting guard in the second position is stepping forward to cover the center and swap with the center so that the empty position and the center are on the side of the ball. If it is Yao then, with his shooting ability, he can completely shoot the ball after receiving the ball at this time." Zhang Guan answered.
"The assumption is not Yao? For example, if the opponent is here, he doesn't have such a strong shooting ability, what should he do?" Coach Yunas then asked.
"It depends on whether the center has a chance to sing under the basket. If there is, the center cuts into the inside line and then passes. If not, it can be passed back to the fourth position. At the same time, the weak side should submit the third position. After going forward to cover the center, move to the bottom corner of the other side, and move the second position outwards, so it is a pity that the second position will face the fifth position. Whether the second position player breaks through to give way to the center's singles or breaking the ball to the third corner of the corner, are very good offensive options." Zhang Guan said.
Zhang Guan talked endlessly, and Coach Yunas looked at Zhang Guan with a weird look.
"How did Zhang Guan come up with such a complicated tactic? I may not even be able to think of such a complicated tactic. But if this tactic is used, it may be very useful." Thinking of this, the coach shook his head, "What am I thinking about myself? I am the coach! And Zhang Guan is not even a professional basketball player!"
"No, how can someone without professional basketball training know so many tactics and can design such a complex offensive tactic? The key is that he just glanced at it and thought of this tactic, which is completely on the spot. It's just a judgment! Why do I feel that Zhang Guan's basketball tactics are better than Yao? This is impossible, I don't believe it!"
Coach Yunas continued to disbelieve, continue to use basketball tactics to test Zhang Guan, and later even let Zhang Guan crack the tactics. Zhang Guan responded with ease every time.
Now Zhang Guan has studied Kobe's experience book. Although Kobe is not a master of tactics, he has participated in so many games in his 20-year career, he is well-informed, and his tactical literacy is on the top of the NBA, although far from the famous coaches in the NBA, is still far more than enough.
Originally, Yunas felt that the simplest pass-and-match cooperation that Zhang Guan could learn was already a successful task. After all, Zhang Guan was a person who had never received professional basketball, and his tactical literacy was almost zero. Understanding certainly cannot be compared with professional basketball players.
However, Zhang Guan's tactical qualities have far exceeded Yunas's recognition.
So at this time, Yunas was completely shocked by Zhang Guan. With the deepening of the conversation between the two, Yunas found that he had never encountered such a tactical player.
"Genius, is this the legendary genius? I played ball for more than ten years when I was young, and later became a basketball coach for more than ten years. I have never met an athlete like Zhang Guan. This tactical accomplishment, It takes training and time to develop, but Zhang Guan turned out to be self-taught, how old is he, 21 or 22? Even when Jordan was his age, he did not have this level of tactical literacy! I can't find any other interface besides genius."
Coach Yunas' face was dull, and the next moment, his eyes became determined.
"I have such a talented athlete, I must not let him go, and I will keep him in my team anyway! Maybe he will be the biggest killer in my hand when the Olympics!"
...
Tian Xie, the president's office.
"If our cadres still use past management methods and do not keep pace with the times, it is also an incompetent performance! They should not continue to sit in the position of managers." The deputy director of the General Administration finished the cooperation. After entering a small book, he then said, "This is the original word of the leader, and he does not miss a word."
The chairman nodded silently, then took a deep breath and said, "The meaning of leadership, I understand. Training and learning in this area."
The chairman said here, thinking for a few seconds, and then said, "As for some cadres who are lacking in abilities, if they are not suitable for staying in existing positions, we will make adjustments as soon as possible. Do what you can kick out mediocre, and inferior cadres!"

This is not my original work, I just wanted to continue this novel so I’m translating it on my own free time. Please Enjoy
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Athletics, sprints, high jump, a long jump he could do it all, breaking the world records was known as the “Emperor Track and Field”;
In the arena of basketball with his invincible shots
In the football stadium did not lose a game known as “the undefeated king”
On the tennis court, he won four Grand Slam in one year.
On the track created numerous “firsts”
He is the greatest Olympic champion.
He has many world records
He is the ALMIGHTY ATHLETE

The hunt for the dark elf chief was smooth. So far...

"Heal!"

The two warriors, Carl and Crawford, blocked the dark elf chief.

"These humans dare—!" The dark elf chief cornered the two warriors with his unique sharp movements.

Len fired an arrow at the chief. "Power Shot!"

At this moment, Taeng showed himself in the corner. There was a tiny stone held in Taeng's hand. He threw the stone toward Len's shoulder. Len was hit by the stone, making his aim go a bit off. The result was disastrous.

"Kuaack!"

He pierced the dark elf's shoulder, not his blade. Then the dark elf chief's dagger pierced Carl's neck as the sword struck him in the shoulder. Len realized that something was strange and yelled at Crawford, "Get out! Run away!"

'Now.'

"Where are you going? You should die here." There was a person who blocked their retreat with a cheerful smile. It was Hyeonu.

"W...Why?"

"Why? If you are planning to hit someone in the back, then you should know if you can beat them. Yet you didn't know this?"

"Step aside! Why do you mean by hitting someone in the back?"

"What about 'Let's catch the chief and pretend to kill him by mistake. Our good intentions became twisted'? Wasn't that what you said?"

"...Then?" Len realized the truth and fell into despair.

The fish caught in the net wasn't Hyeonu, who was standing before them, but themselves.

"It is as you are thinking. It is you, not me."

It was a terribly chilling truth. Len pulled out a dagger and charged toward Hyeonu. He only fired arrows from a distance and couldn't compete in close combat with Hyeonu. Len could be killed in a single attack. Yet it didn't happen. Hyeonu wanted to create an indelible memory for Len.

'Don't do this again.'

He wanted to completely trample on this person.


***


Team Holic's leader, Len, died. He died with a body entirely covered with wounds.

'He probably won't do this again.'

"Human!!" Now there was only the chief left.

"Taeng, buff!"

"Forest's Blessing. Bear's Momentum."

The real battle was starting now. The dark elf chief's movements were swift, but they were simple. Hyeonu reacted decisively to every action. This was the end. The dark elf chief lost to Hyeonu even though he normally abused level 50 players who had priest's buffs applied. Additionally, it was too one-sided.

The dark elf chief was helpless. He didn't succeed with even one attack. It was blocked by Hyeonu every time. In the end, Hyeonu cut into the dark elf chief's abdomen. It wasn't a deep wound, but it was enough to limit his movements.

"A human at most..."

"At most... It is sad. Do you know? Hey~ you're going to die today because of a human." Hyeonu showed off his distinctive stance of a sword on his shoulder and accepted the chief's words.

Hyeonu's provocation worked well. The dark elf chief ignored the wound in his abdomen and ran forward. The chieftain's attacks were significantly slower than they were before. It was as if he were moving through water.

Hyeonu couldn't be affected by these types of attacks. He used exquisite movements to dodge the dark elf chief. Simultaneously, Hyeonu's longsword moved. Tok. The arm holding a dagger fell to the ground.

"Grrrr..." The dark elf chief groaned from the pain of his arm being cut off. No, he tried to do so. However, his neck had already been cut.


[The dark elf chief has been killed.]

[Experience has been acquired.]

[You have leveled up.]

[All health and magic power have been restored.]

[You have leveled up.]

[All health and magic power have been restored.]


'Two levels... good.'

Taeng jumped onto Hyeonu's shoulder. Then he did a high-five with Hyeonu. It was a ceremony of triumph. Hyeonu's big picture was a success.

"Uhahaha!"


***


"Three inventories."

The result of the big picture was gorgeous. After all, they were professional PK criminals. The penalty resulted in them dropping a lot of expensive equipment. Unfortunately, the priest wasn't a murderer, so only a few miscellaneous items were dropped.

'Isn't it quite profitable?'

Rare items in the level 50 range were worth at least hundreds of thousands of won, no matter how bad they were. If a popular effect was attached, then it could easily exceed one million won.

'I'd love it if all of their items dropped.'

Hyeonu checked each item. There weren't any expensive items apart from the rare items.

"Eh? What is this wealth?"

Then a fairly good item came from Len's inventory.

"A random rare skill book?"

Random rare skill book—Hyeonu had seen it a few times. This item gave a rare rated skill. It was naturally expensive, very much so.

'Should I sell it?'

Hyeonu struggled while holding the skill book in his hand. Should he make money by selling the skill book or use it to possibly get a bigger jackpot?

"I'll go to town first and think about it later."


***


"Did you sell it?" Yeongchan asked Hyeonu who was scouring his laptop.

"Yes, I'll sell it soon. I only need to subtract the fee of 500."

"You were lucky. How did you meet those guys?"

Hyeonu explained the situation roughly. It was the story of the people who tried to take Hyeonu's items. Yeongchan thought it was ridiculous when he heard it. They had picked the wrong target. They didn't aim for anyone else; they aimed for Gang Hyeonu.

'Trying to catch a madman... Their luck was lousy.' Yeongchan expressed his condolences for those who reached an obvious end.

"Did you shoot a video?"

"A video? I took it."

"Then pass it to me."

He would do something for Hyeonu. Yeongchan received the video Hyeonu had stored on his laptop. Hyeonu disappeared into the cube, and Yeongchan remained alone in the living room.

"This person is a bit lacking, and this one can't be contacted. Shall I raise the price a little bit?"

Yeongchan was looking for someone to make a video of Hyeonu. The thing Hyeonu needed now was publicity. He needed to raise awareness of Hyeonu before his streaming debut. Yeongchan decided to edit some of Hyeonu's gaming videos into a movie. It was the original video from before Hyeonu even opened his mouth. There was nothing more to desire if great editing techniques were added. It was a jackpot.

'A jackpot, naturally.'

"Ah, found it."

One person's name and contact information appeared on Yeongchan's laptop.


[Ellis Movies]

[Field: Arena video editing expert.

Career: #1 in the video category of the month for Arena World. Arena Maker of the Year.]


"It is expensive but...'

Three million won—some people might think it was too much money spent for editing a video that was only 30 minutes. However, the value of this money... It was not expensive at all considering the value it would bring. Additionally, Ellis Movies was the top among such movie makers. It was a name Yeongchan would never have known if he hadn't been introduced by an acquaintance. The flaw of the job was that there were more conditions aside from money, but Yeongchan believed that Hyeonu's video would suffice.

"It is worth it."


***


Ellis—among the Arena video makers, he was known as a ghost. He selected the appropriate BGM and edited it frame-by-frame. Sometimes, he stole their vision like a ghost by using a change in color. Ellis hadn't originally planned to be an Arena movie maker. His dream was to be the director of a big blockbuster or a graphic designer who implemented virtual reality games.

In other words, he wanted to be great. Yet reality was grim, and the path he found was Arena. From the moment he stepped into this world, he ran on the road to success. It was to the point where he felt that this had always been his vocation. One day, he had been editing Arena videos like a squirrel when he had a thought. 'This is the life I dreamed of.'

From then on, Ellis' heart removed everything else, and he only touched videos.

"This is crap. This as well. Can PK be done like this? It is clearly just hitting for money."

Ellis sorted out his mail which as usual was piled up today. He couldn't watch all the footage in detail, so he only watched the opening minute.

"Umm... What is this video?"

His hands stopped pressing the delete button after a while. He saw a video he liked. The combat style of the man in the video was terribly tidy. It was a fighting style Ellis had never seen before. No, he had seen it once in the past. That's right, it was in meleegod's videos.

"Yeongchan? Michael introduced him the other day..."

'Yet this isn't him?'

Ellis' thoughts didn't last long. He was immersed in Hyeonu's video. It was a video with no editing, but it was very immersive. Ellis' motivation sparked after a long time.

"From today on, I will be this person's fan."

'I'll do it for him unquestionably!'

The video of this person catching the PK group in reverse was enough. The man's combat style in the video was full of star power. It only needed the addition of his editing.

'This is a jackpot.'

Ellis immediately started the editing. He simply couldn't stand it. It was the first time there was a video that evoked his desire for editing.

"Put this in the background here and zoom in like this! Good! Perfect!"

Ellis' hands became busy. Then Hyeonu's video started changing rapidly. This was the moment when Ellis became Hyeonu's exclusive video editor.

***


'What should I do...'

Hyeonu was sitting in a corner of the village. He was feeling troubled. The random rare skill book was something he was reluctant to give up even though it might be useless. He didn't think he would get a good skill if he used it, but he was hesitant to sell it. The price was expensive, but if a useful skill for Hyeonu came out, then it would be very valuable for the future.

At this time, Taeng approached the struggling Hyeonu.

"Master dude. What are you thinking about?" Taeng asked with his distinctive ears wriggling.

Hyeonu confided his concerns to Taeng as he wanted to ask someone for advice. "I have a piece of land. However, it is a land that isn't cleared. In other words, I don't know what the results will be if I plant anything in it."

"So?"

"I'm wondering if I should sell this land or clear it to build a farm."

The moment Hyeonu's story was over, Taeng said, "What will you do if you sell the land?"

Hyeonu paused for a moment before replying, "Huh? I will do farming?"

"Then why sell? Do you have no money?"

"!!!"

'Why do I want to sell this when they already gave me money?'

Hyeonu opened the skill book as soon as he realized this. He used the skill book.


[You have used the rare random skill book.]

[A skill has been created.]

[You and I in One Shot!]

[You and I in one shot. A blow with soul!

Type: Continuous

Rating: Rare

Skill Proficiency: F

Ignores 10% of the opponent's defense.]


The result of the gamble was a jackpot. This was truly amazing. It had an effect that would only be seen in high-level unique items. 10% defense penetration literally meant ignoring 10% of their armor and defensive skills. It was difficult to show the efficiency at Hyeonu's level because the player's attack power was relatively high while the monsters didn't have much defense.

However, the efficiency was different as the level progressed. Thus, it was a big hit. After all, Hyeonu's goal wasn't to be a mediocre player.

Hyeonu got rid of all the system messages and picked up Taeng. Then he started spinning around. It was an expression of Hyeonu's joy while it was close to torture for Taeng.

"Damn Master dude!! Put me down!!!"

"Thank you! Thank you!!"


***


A video was uploaded onto Arena World the moment Hyeonu hit the jackpot with the random skill book.

[PK Bugs Catching Video.avi]

People's reactions were intense. In particular, those who suffered from vicious PK criminals at a low level were cheerful.

-Milk Drinking Yuljae: I was also hit by those guys before. It is exhilarating.

-Power Muscle King: If I meet them, I'll slice at them first.

-High-quality Watch: They were hit in the big picture. 

-Unexpected Death when Touched: By the way, why go to the dark elf boss they can't even catch?

-Sleeping Daoist: The 1.5L shot of cider feels refreshing. Recommended! 

-Thailand Opha: Is this an Ellis movie? No wonder why the quality is different.

"Good, good."

There were 150,000 views. Yeongchan was pleased with the community's response. It seemed that uploading a few more videos would be sufficient publicity. He uploaded it to his channel, so he was sure the number of views would go up.

"It isn't a waste of money. I think they made it slightly cheap."

Yeongchan also liked the post-edited video. Above all, this was an amazing Ellis movie. Yet somehow, the price was very cheap. It was an unbelievable amount of money for the industry's top expert.

"Well, this means that he likes Hyeonu."

Yeongchan felt it might be okay to move to the next stage.

'Plan: Make Gang Hyeonu a star. Subtitle: Return of the gold spoon.'

It was starting now.

An AI calling itself Schema has assimilated earth into its system. As a consequence, everyone gained access to status screens, power-ups, and skills. This AI turned these concepts from fiction to fact. It's easy to become intoxicated with leveling up and becoming stronger. To some, it's too good to be true like living out a dream.

For Daniel, however, it's closer to a nightmare.

He's in a bit of a predicament. Cracks in our dimensional fabric have unleashed terrifying beasts from dark, abyssal places. Schema organizes these cracks into dungeons, giving the native species of the planet a chance to fight back. Daniel finds himself trapped in one of these dungeons. Not long after, he discovers there's only one way out.

Kill or be killed.

This is a lit-RPG inspired by the Fallout series of games and the Legend of Randidly Ghosthound.

👋Hello and welcome to my first attempt at writing a book📖. Journey Of Spectrulis will be an ongoing series that will cover all the colors of the rainbow🌈 and beyond. My goal is to have a short book for each color of the rainbow and I hope you will continue on this journey with me. 

Warnings⚠️ 

- I am a student👩‍🎓 and therefore updates may be a little slow.  

- This novel is going to address some serious topics such as mild depression, identity loss and deaths💔 I will try to put warnings⚠️ at the beginning of any major scene, but if you are easily affected by any of these topics, please reconsider reading my book, and know that you read at your own risk. 

- I am not a professional writer ✍️, therefore there will be occasional spelling/grammer errors. Please let me know in the comments if you notice any🤗 .

- This novel was created solely from my imagination 💭and if it happens to have similarities to other novels 📚it was purely by chance. Please do not copy or redistribute my novel without asking and receiving permission from me🙏. 

📌Please be aware that the next few updates will be vocabulary and terminology 📌 

Lots of love 💕 
-Uni_verse

Within these pages lies a tale of magic and adventure, as Daphne, a young girl, no more than the age of 16 leaves her family in order to enter the invisible world of Spectrulis; the islands of color. There she finds herself in the sanctuary of a spectrulume, a magical species that rules over Spectrulis, and becomes deeply entangled in the royal affairs of the 6 Courts of Spectrulis. She finds herself uncovering her past and forging her future in shades as she travels to the end of the rainbow. 


Have you ever wondered what lay at the end of a rainbow?

Because for Daphne is certainly won't be a pot of gold.

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