Three kids test the border between fiction and reality by looking for the building their favorite video game takes place in.
Cover art by me.

Hello lovely readers~ I'm sorry this isn't a story update, but one will follow shortly tomorrow! I just wanted to let you know that I changed the listed genre of this story to Realistic Fiction instead of Fan Fiction. I don't know how this will affect the story, but rest assured, the story will continue as intended with BTS and friends despite the change.

To answer the question in the title:

1) The MC is Iris Huang, a fictional character along with her family and the other Big Hit trainees. Any k-pop idols included in this story are secondary leads. 

2) BTS are not the only k-pop included in this story; thus, this is more of a k-pop fanfic if anything. With that said, they are more integral to the story than the others. 

But because this story began as an entry into the BTS writing competition, I have since after its end gotten some hate for writing it merely due to BTS fanfics swamping the Fan Fiction section. (I really don't see the case for it because the top popular fan fics listed only showed 3 BTS fan fics including mine much lower down the browsing results. But with the contest, the sudden influx probably messed up the New section.) 

In short, imagine this as a fictional story that's realistic in being set in the modern world and time with real-life people's names. This story was never completely about BTS, it was about Iris surviving in the music industry. It's like saying a fantasy story can't also be a romance; even though, the story may be listed under Fantasy as the main genre. 

3) I see stories on here not listed as fan fiction when they're based on TV shows and series, and the story MC is clearly the MC of that original show. Since I think my story follows Realistic Fiction more than as a BTS fan fiction since it isn't totally centered around them, I changed it two weeks after the competition ended. Additionally, now no one can complain about their favorite fan fiction being overrun by BTS ones.... I don't want to inadvertently add to the hate that BTS receives for stupid reasons like this.

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Anyway, those are my reasons for both any new or old readers. I had initially created this story for the contest in hopes of being considered different from the ones commonly found on Wattpad. I wanted to remain respectful to BTS while creating a truly original but modern story.

As always, thank you for reading and supporting this story! <3

**Important Note: This is about a fictional OC girl surviving in the music industry and set in real, modern times. **

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Synopsis:

BTS, Bangtan Sonyeondan, Bulletproof Boy Scouts, Beyond The Scene. The idol group had various names, but to Iris, BTS would forever be her inspiration, both in music and in life.

She had first encountered them by accident during BTS’s American Hustle Life. Curious and smitten by the adorably awkward boys who couldn’t speak English very well, she later discovered that they were K-pop idols. Upon discovering K-pop, she realized her passion for singing and dancing. She joined the Korean Culture Club at her university and participated in K-pop dance covers.

But as a practical girl, she never pursued music seriously. As a second generation American to Thai and Chinese parents, she felt a responsibility to graduate college and be a successful businesswoman. But BTS was the wildcard in her life. When she fatefully met them again during their Wings world tour, her life would never be the same again.

Tossed into the brutal world of K-pop, she became somehow became a Big Hit trainee!

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Genres: Fan Fiction, (side) Romance Fiction

Question: Why is this listed as Realistic Fiction instead of Fan Fiction?

1) The MC is Iris Huang, a fictional character along with her family and the other Big Hit trainees. Any k-pop idols included in this story are secondary leads.

2) BTS are not the only k-pop included in this story; thus, this is more of a k-pop fanfic if anything. With that said, they are more integral to the story than the others.

But because this story began as an entry into the BTS writing competition, I have since after its end gotten some hate for writing it merely due to BTS fanfics swamping the Fan Fiction section. (I really don't see the case for it because the top popular fan fics listed only showed 3 BTS fan fics including mine much lower down the browsing results. But with the contest, the sudden influx probably messed up the New section.)

In short, imagine this as a fictional story that's realistic in being set in the modern world and time with real-life people's names. This story was never completely about BTS, it was about Iris surviving in the music industry. It's like saying a fantasy story can't also be a romance; even though, the story may be listed under Fantasy as the main genre.

3) I see stories on here not listed as fan fiction when they're based on TV shows and series, and the story MC is clearly the MC of that original show. Since I think my story follows Realistic Fiction more than as a BTS fan fiction since it isn't totally centered around them, I changed it two weeks after the competition ended. Additionally, now no one can complain about their favorite fan fiction being overrun by BTS ones.... I don't want to inadvertently add to the hate that BTS receives for stupid reasons like this.

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Note about the realism in this book:
All of the realism is to allow readers to be able to insert themselves as the MC as if living this reality for real in the modern world. I hope to share BTS's inspirational message to love yourself. May you gain the strength to also believe in yourself and follow your dreams~!

Please support the continuation of this story by voting, and enjoy reading! (:

TAGS: Music, Idols, Modern Day, Celebrities, Female Lead, Inspirational, Romance, Fan Fiction, BTS, K-pop

Karli laughed, which wasn't the reaction Cody expected her to have. "So you're feeling as intensely single as I am. That's probably the only reason you agreed to this date, right?"
"Yes," he admitted. "Though I also don't ever want to upset Claire."
"Why?"
"Because her boyfriend could kill me rather easily. We grew up together too; I know her through him."
It was nice being honest with an outsider to this extent. Normally Cody had to pretend a lot more than this. He had meant it when he said Alex could kill him easily but Karli seemed to think it was a joke.
She smiled. "So the fabled boyfriend is the scary type, huh? Interesting. He seems like such a teddy bear in the pictures she showed me."
"That would be entirely Claire's influence," he said seriously. "Anyway, this is getting off-topic. I showed up late and covered in blood. You're welcome to back out now if you want. I only came to apologize if you were still waiting."
Karli shrugged. "I don't mind having dinner if you don't. But I would totally get it if you were too upset after what happened and wanted to check on your friend."
It would have been so easy to take the way out she offered him. He could go home and try to relax and find out what actually happened with Carmen sooner but that would also mean he would have to deal with Finn fussing over her.
"Truthfully I would rather be here," Cody replied.
"Great! Then let's get a table."
Once they were seated and their orders had been taken she began her questioning anew with the basic "tell me about yourself" line. He always hated this part of meeting people because almost nothing he told them was true.
Usually he told people he was from Fitchburg and that his parents and older sister still lived there. That was the information Lenny had included with his identity and it wasn't as if he talked to the people he met enough for the lies to matter. But this time he had told a version of the truth so he couldn't use that.
"I grew up in Boston in a group home of sorts. That's where I met Alex, Finn, Carmen, Sarah, and Michael. There were more of us but I lost contact with the rest. I'm a computer science major at Boston University and I like reading, movies, and mixed martial arts. That's all there is to me really. I'm pretty boring," Cody finished with a shrug.
That's what Sarah often called him anyway since he rarely wanted to go out and do things with her and her friends from school and didn't engage in games as much as the rest did when at home. He preferred to read; was that really such a bad thing?
Karli shook her head. "I don't buy that. Anybody who shows up late to a blind date covered in blood couldn't possibly be boring. Who got hurt, Carmen or Sarah?"
"Carmen."
Cody wished he knew what was going on with her but he couldn't even ask because his phone had died. At the very least he knew Finn must be taking good care of her if she had been released from the hospital already.
"I'm sure she'll be fine," Karli said reassuringly as if she could read his mind. "Sorry for bringing it up when I'm supposed to be distracting you. I'm the youngest of three kids and the only one that dared to move away from Springfield. I wanted to be closer to Boston and ended up finding a job in Lexington.
"I have one roommate and we sort of share a dog though its technically hers. You already know I'm a pharmacy technician but if I had gone with my childhood dream I would be an actress, though that obviously doesn't pay the bills.
"I also like reading and movies but I sing and play the piano too. I would get knocked out in a fight immediately so I'm impressed by anybody that knows anything about martial arts. How did you get into that anyway?"
Cody figured he should go along with his earlier lie. "In the group home. We all learned but Alex is undeniably the best out of all of us."
Karli laughed. "So that's why you said he could easily kill you. Interesting. So what sort of books do you like?"
"Fantasy and science fiction for the most part. The less realistic the better."
"I can respect that. Fantasy is my favorite but I also love historical fiction. Reading about the way things used to be is fascinating to me for some reason. If you had to pick a favorite book, what would it be?"
He didn't have a favorite. Though he supposed he could name any random one he liked for the purposes of this question. If he wanted to keep the conversation going more easily he should choose something he knew she had read based on her Facebook profile.
"I don't have a specific favorite book…but I really like the series A Song of Ice and Fire by George R. R. Martin. And before you ask, no, I haven't seen the TV show for it yet. I plan to watch it eventually but none of my roommates like fantasy so I would feel weird doing it alone."
Karli pulled an exaggerated face and ran her hand down it. "Oh but it's so good! You have to watch it at some point. I know it's a lot to get through and no matter what you may have heard about how it ended I still think it's worth investing your time in."
Cody shrugged. "I'll get to it eventually. But we only have one TV and all Sarah ever wants to do is watch cooking competition shows…she's in culinary school. I think she wants to be on one of them more than anything and is studying how to win."
The conversation stopped there because the waiter came back with their drinks to take their food orders. He had been so busy talking that he hadn't looked over the menu properly. He glanced at it very quickly while she ordered and ended up choosing the first thing he saw that looked decent. It seemed that she was a better distraction than he thought.


Your typical boy meets girl love story...if the boy was a highly trained super soldier and the girl was a target he was hired to kill. Six knew there was something different about Claire Conway the moment he laid eyes on her but he never would have guessed how she would turn his entire world upside down!

*Cover art by polkadottedscrunchie*

This story begins in the small town of Blackwood where the first cambion lived. His name was Darcyl and he looked every bit like the average human. He had mortal friends and even went to school like a normal human kid. His aunt May believed if he was raised around humans and learned to adapt like them that nothing about his father would ever surface within him, but she was so wrong.
At the age of thirteen the first symptoms started. Darcyl complained about terrible migraines that just wouldn't go around no matter the amount of pharmacy medication May would give him. Sometimes they would last for days and he wouldn't be able to sleep, then it was the time when May caught him producing fire with his hands.
May feared the exposure of what he truly was to the public. So, she did what she would be best, she removed him from public school and moved them both into a small cottage somewhere deep in the middle of the forest. The cottage had a normal-sized kitchen, a mini closet, a living area, and two small bedrooms. It was the perfect size for the both of them.
When Darcyl turned fifteen, May noticed small tiny horns that grew from both sides of his head. She'd assume they were the cause of his headaches.
Darcyl came into the living room with a book about the paranormal in hand. "Aunt May, what am I?" His aunt looked up from her needle and thread and wrinkled her forehead up. "Aunt May, I know you know something. I seen all the scared looks you gave me over the years. The other kids at school never had this problem. What aren't you telling me?"
She swallowed and eyed the book he held. "What are you reading there?"
"Please don't change the subject. Tell me what am I? Why aren't I normal like the other kids in town? Why do I have horns in my head? Why can my hands produce fire?" He sat down on the couch in front of her and starred at her waiting her reply.
It was then he heard the beeps. The beeps of her heart as it quickened. His eyes jumped from her face to her chest and back up at her face. She was afraid. "Aunt May, what aren't you tell me?"
She put down the thread on the mini table beside her and laid back in the chair. "Listen, Thomas. Your biological mother died giving birth to you. We were very close and told each other nearly everything, but she never spoke much about your father. Every time I would ask, she would change the subject. Eventually, I just stopped asking altogether. I never even seen the guy. I thought perhaps she just wanted to keep her dating life secret. Then came the day when she told me she was pregnant. She was happy for awhile. And, when it was the month you were expected to be conceived, she told me she might not make it. I didn't know what she meant and I told her it was nonsense what she spoke, because death from birth isn't very common unless complications but she was the healthiest person I knew. She wouldn't touch any red meats, she ate tons of vegetables and fruits, and she never snacked on junk food. Not from what I seen anyways." May sighed and looked the opposite way. "I was there. Your mother called me and told me she was going in labor, she'd had multiple contractions in the last hour. I rushed as fast as I could in my old honda, passed all that traffic. She was sweating so bad, I grabbed her a towel when I first saw her, and wiped her face off. I remember she grabbed my hand and told me I'd have to protect her child, its father wouldn't be present, she said." May turned back to look at Darcyl with watery eyes. "She was gone before I had the chance to reply and the doctor managed to safety deliver the baby. So, to answer your question, Thomas, I don't know what you are. I do know that your dad is possibly the same but I never met him to be able to ask. I'm truly sorry."
"I have a picture of mom. I will never have one of father. He abandoned me. He abandoned mom. If I ever see him, I will make him pay. I swear to it!" May saw the anger that took him over. His horns were fully out and his hands on fire. Darcyl looked down at his hands and quickly the fire went out. "This is his fault. My father made me into whatever I am and then he abandoned the woman who gave birth to me. I hate him!" Darcyl got up and ran to his bedroom and fell onto the bed, crying softly into the pillow.
He couldn't go back to the outside world because he was different. The friends he had a child would be scared of him. They would call him a monster. That is what he thought of himself at times. A monster with horns that produced fire like the creatures in his fiction novel. His novel was full of dragons, ghosts, angels, and demons. 
What if he was one of them? Is it possible the things he reads in his books are realistic in any way?
One thing he knew for sure, he would find the man who did this to him, then he would kill him just like he killed his mother.

Thomas Rivers was a young boy who lived in the small town of Blackwood with his aunt May.
He wasn't like other boys his age. No, he was different, weird, peculiar, and because of his unusual demeanor, him and his aunt May were forced to move somewhere deep in the snowy forever.

This is a journey into the life of Thomas Rivers.

Author: [Arthor]
Type: [Original]
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Synopsis:

After getting reincarnated into the world of Pokémon as a baby, Arthur only had one dream - Wanting to be the best.

But unfortunately for him, the world he knew has changed a lot, became more realistic and now it's not for kids.

Can he struggle through the world and become the top? Find out in this exciting tale of determination, dreams and adventures.

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Release Schedule: At least 1 chapter per day.

And for the millionth time: This is not a translation but an original fanfic which is written daily by the author and uploaded here.
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Cover Art Source: https://www.deviantart.com/sakimichan/art/Spark-Go-nsfw-optional-652986002

I find it difficult to focus on things I remember.

Unlike some people, I cannot write on the flip of a switch. There was a time when I wished I could get a typewriter, but with family as they are, sometimes it's easy to have a holiday where they only think of gifts for other people and not you. Likewise, I never give them any gifts, and outright skip them. But what kills the most is how much ink gets wasting for things that are essentially random scribbling. As if somehow random scribbling were worth more than prose. It's the little things like this, intentionally or not, that are the most insulting. And if you complain, than other people do not let you have any words.

Some people use formal language to communicate what other "lesser mortals" are able to say in less kind words, of which I wont repeat. But the gist is usually some rambling about economics, something related to communism. A university professor, to think that someone like that would lower themselves to uploading videos on youtube. Au contraire, for those who belong to sub cultures I generally associate, more often we use federated video uploading and file sharing: usually about anarchism. I communicate this story without indention, for indention is only useful if I wish to go into print. You pay the cost of a print run, for books that may never sell.

But for me, it's not the desire to sell that motivates me. I've never considered myself someone motivated by money. People say that self-published books are easier to sell in genre fiction, and yet in my own experience, it's far more common for literary fiction writers to be in the position, where they would have to self-publish their books to go anywhere. For me, it's a bit like trying to make a profit out of something little more than your blog. Which somehow feels extremely dirty to me. My mind is so often filled with noise to today, it's difficult to automatically write like I used to.

Even now, as I listen to the flow of rain drops outside the window, the reality of my dryness breaks the illusion: as much as it sounds like rain, the reality is it merely comes from my computer. To make matters worse, I have family that--and sometimes I wonder if it's even that--that in the most well meaning way possible, suggest that my work will never sell if I write anything that isn't about a specific topic. This comes despite the fact that that's quite literally the point of literary fiction.

Sometimes I wish I could melt away with the wind, and become a collection of music notes that fill the sky.

But I'm just some disillusioned speculative fiction writer. Science fiction writers have cool gadgets, other ones have cool societies. Yet for me there is nothing traditionally exciting about the human experience. But my goal is to highlight societal truths, not necessarily entertain you. If a book is the story about being a human being, trying to force it down a garden path of a seven point structure always struck me as largely pointless. As there is so many different ways to play the same piano note.

Even if it's not a song, of a sunken boat.


Sometimes you'll meet people that you're surprised they survived as long as they did, even if that person is strictly imaginary: last night I had a dream I was walking through a butchering room, ran by human female slaves. The slaves would help the main guy take girls out of the prison, who are hung up from chains by their wrists and ankles. They would be butchered on butcher block tables, their severed heads and limbs scattered all over the floor. The man would sometimes cook and eat these prisoners. But usually preferred to feed the remains to his dog, but would pretend to eat them. Then wretch them up when the man was not looking. When the man spotted me, he tried to have me captured. But instead he cornered me on his back porch.

I notice that it wasn't a stuffed tiger on the stairs, but an actual tiger painted to look like a stuffed animal. When I turned around, the man was not there, but only his dog.

-- No wonder you're able to survive eating humans, if you ate humans every day as a human, then you're body will eventually reject the things you've eaten, and begin falling apart.

--  I'm just his dog lady, I want to leave this place as much as you do.

The door swung open, it was a gaggle of girls. Some slightly wounded. The main slave girl held onto the guy's severed head and tossed it to the tiger. The tiger chased after the severed head, and for the most people could finally have a hope of not being butchered someday.

Usually dreams are not usually so violent.  They say that dreams are usually caused by stress.

But so often dreams are so realistic, including the segment where I was walking through a grocery store, and was struggling to find the right box of cereal. Eventually I had to settle for generic HC, and thus my craving for that honey could finally be satisfied, until the next time I went shopping. And then it was a slow ride home, where I could listen to the sound of rain, as it poured outside against the window.

At home, when I wake up, there is only my kitty cat.

Who wants my black beans. Carefully I move my chair so they can't go onto my dining room table. But this doesn't stop them from trying, while I make my morning coffee.

After the morning routine, I drew some comic sketches for some new light novels. Although some of the designs have me a little bit worried, as my goal is to communicate a Cyberpunk setting, and not a children's book. If I were drawing a children's book, it be one thing. But a bit different if the book is about young teenagers living the life as adults. I had once wanted to be a children's writers, but this never worked out quite like a hoped. So I'm attempting to write science fiction, under the idea that this itself may also not work out so well. And I'm stuck with a diary I don't know how to market.


I'm not an interesting person: I have almost nothing going for me; when you attempt to kill yourself three different times, it immediately becomes apparent how little society really cares about you. That may sound cynical, but it's the truth. I don't mean to sound so frank, but when you've been kidnapped once, and have about a grand robbed from you, and you're sexually assaulted every day for about a year, and certain contemporary hash tags on social media aren't what they turned out to be, the only apparent reality is one where people only think of them self.

That doesn't mean there aren't some people that do good things, but there is usually some financial string attached; as the only person in the world that puts politics aside for sake of human decency, I don't entirely understand how other people view the world differently. I used to be a computer programmer, but got tired of how men in the business treated trans women, especially on older federated social media networks. In Church, it's Give Us Our Daily Bread. In the church of a Diaspora, it's give us our daily wank.

I am a female programmer. Give me my daily shank. For thine is the Cyberdeck, and cutting is my personal wank.

Oh woman!

It seems like every time you succeed in something, there is always somebody there to try to take you down a notch; it doesn't matter what it is, it could be finding a new girlfriend, or finishing a new book. One of the reasons I left centralized social media, is that it always felt like every one of my actions was being watched. Having some people approve of your actions doesn't make things any better; what if you decided to change your mind later, or completely stop using the site altogether. You being the sole exception in a group that hates your political views. This is my experience, being social most people would consider socialist. The term is constantly degraded, because of people that don't really understand what the word means.

I can't even write Cyberpunk fiction, because--although topically I've never had much in common with him anyway--that the main godfather of that genre of fiction, although not an optimist, is at most a realistic often makes me feel like somehow my experience is invalid. Combine this with the fact that even in comics, one of the groups I've considered my lifeblood, decided to completely disown me merely for the fact that I comment on creator-ownership, or happen to dislike mainstream comic companies. Don't ever let anyone try to convince you of anything else...

Thinking critically and carefully is never easy.

Especially as an anarcho-communist.

Before the second civil war, that broke the broken American Union into several smaller national units.

Set in the fictional Tennessean city of Chatlanta, where virtual reality is being newly developed, and the line between dreams and reality blur. A writer who has a hard time finishing a story, is in search for love.

The playful hacker accidentally courts an assassin/spy for a rival US micro-nation, and decides to rebuild her dead acquaintance to give her a second chance. Interspersed are dreams about being hunted by cannibalistic serial killers, and essays about the nature of the game-design industry.

Author Note: This work is half way finished,  the next half is being plotted.

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After Frank showed off his capabilities to Reuberto, even with his low Cultivation Rank, he surprised the veteran Magus to greater extents, almost to the point where his complete faith was shifted from Abraddon to Frank.
However, Frank wondered how much of importance held the title of Champion of Abraddon. Yes, he had heard a lot from Reuberto, but there were many other things he wanted to learn… such as if he was going to end up joining wars against other Nations and… indiscriminately fighting and killing innocent people, he felt deep within his heart that there could be the possibility of him becoming a mere puppet for the aristocrats of this Nation, being sent to war, forced to slaughter many people only for the benefit of corrupted politicians.
This is why he wanted to grow strong enough to both protect himself and… the people he cared for such as Gwendolyn and pretty much everyone on this little farm. He wanted to become strong enough to protect them, to the point where others would not be capable of using them to extort him.
Indeed, he was thinking way ahead of time, but this is how Frank was, despite his young age, he was a man that liked to think a few steps ahead, and hopeful have various plans already prepared. Although he had none, for now, he was going to work forward into creating more.
Due to the various experiences in life that he had since very young, Frank was shaped to be a cautious man. Since he was a child that he was bullied, learning to avoid conflict and even several things that could trigger certain responses in people that would lead to conflicts.
His mental fortitude was also rather strong due to such experiences and a few of the traumas he had, which made his mind mature ahead of time, becoming a realistic person, but despite being realistic, he still liked to see things through a positive mindset, without becoming an idiot in the process.
"Just as Reuberto said, strength is everything in this world. As long as I become strong enough to not be trampled by others, and also strong enough to secure everyone's safety, then I will finally be capable of doing as I please… There is also the task of saving my home planet, so impacting this world through my actions will help Gaia, but at the same time, I also want to change things for the better. If there is even war in the future, I want to be prepared to stop it before things become worse and thousands of innocents die. For this, I must study the structure of this nation, while also strengthening myself. I cannot spare a minute, even less a day…" thought Frank, his mind was filled with the determination to accomplish his goals, which were firmly leading him towards the path he was working towards.
His eyes determined, shined brightly with golden colors, as he rested atop the grasslands for a bit, resting after having conjured many spells to reaffirm his potential to Reuberto and Gwendolyn.
Reuberto had already left the farm, telling him that he would do the best of his capabilities to hide his identity for now, until he was to grow strong enough for its revelation, to the point that he would not be targeted by many.
His goal for Terra was to achieve Rank 3 on his Mana Core Cultivation, at the bare minimum.
Rank 3 Magus were often respected by the majority of the citizens, and also by many aristocrats, they were often acclaimed and famous adventurers, war veterans, or high priests such as Reuberto.
Being Rank 3 meant that he had a reputation in society and that no one could easily step over him, even aristocrats would have to pay mind to him and be cautious about their moves, if they even desired his demise in some way, shape, or form.
Frank clenched his fist as he glanced at the clear sky, his face was not smiling, he was rather serious. He was thinking about way too many things, too many possibilities, too many things that could go wrong, he had to think everything carefully. He was not being reckless at all, some could even say that he was rather cunning, despite his often 'innocent' personality, he was someone that was not innocent at all.
He was someone that should actually be incredibly asocial due to the circumstances he had in life.
He should be someone that should hate anyone except himself.
He should be someone that should not trust anyone ever.
But he desired to do the opposite.
He wanted to be social, to form bonds, and to forge alliances and friendships.
He wanted to have people he could trust that he could love and that he could make him happy.
Unlike many other people that had similar lives to Frank, he wanted to do the complete opposite of what would be expected of him. Not because he was stupid, but because he desired things to be good, to be better, and to not hold bitterness within his heart pointlessly.
He was simply a human being, a normal person, he wanted to live honestly, and to be as humane as possible. Because he knew that such humanity would hold up into his sanity.
He already predicted that traveling through worlds would change his life and his personality tremendously, the task given to him was simply overwhelming, this is why he needed something very important that could only be forged through such trials, through such bonds, through such connections.
A strong will.
Frank sighed, as he waved his head, moving away from his chaotic storm of thoughts. Since he leveled up that his mind had become sharper, he was constantly thinking more and more, to the point that sometimes, his thinking process would overwhelm him, as he had very little time to transition from his former thinking speed to the new one.
"Very well then, time to register into the Adventurers Guild. Reuberto has given me this artifact to hide my crest, so I should be capable of registering without causing much commotion… According to Gwendolyn, the Adventurers Guild is a very important place if I want to grow stronger, as it will give me tasks and quests to complete where I can gather money and resources for my cultivation to progress… Although I have not taken complete hold of the cultivation process, it is rather simpler than in other cultivation concepts…" thought Frank.
Indeed, Terra's cultivation was fairly different than conventional fiction about cultivation. In Terra cultivation was done through the user's Mana Core, and what was needed is the constant flow and increase of Mana through it. For that, one did not need to sit inside a room for a hundred years like a complete clown but needed to actually do action.
By constantly spending Mana and using several cultivation resources such as concoctions, pills, and elixirs, it was possible to increase one's cultivation. The usual method was to simply hunt monsters while constantly spending Mana into conjuring all types of spells. Just like a muscle, the Mana Core would develop as more mana is constantly used and regenerated back.
The thing is if it were to be this simple, wouldn't the world be flooded with countless Rank 3 or above Magus? Well, in fact, although they were not so many, they were still a rather sizable amount.
According to what Frank heard from Gwendolyn, the amount of Rank 3 Magus in Abraddon's Nation was over five hundred, but that number, when compared to the over three million citizens, was extraordinarily little.
However, many circumstances in life could inhibit the normal folk to cultivate, such as a lack of a large Mana Pool, a bad talent in Mana Core quality, and a lack of magic affinity. This is why even if it seemed rather 'simple' to cultivate, it required a lot of things that people could not decide, as they depended on their upbringing and lineage.
A natural talent that could not be upgraded so easily, as it would often cost a fortune and 97% of the population was poor.
Although sometimes aristocrats would be born almost talentless, there was nothing that money could not do, buying the necessary materials and items would easily bring that untalented child to the highest talent, while those born talentless while being poor, would remain talentless for the rest of their lives.
The world was unjust, from the moment that people were born, they were already at a disadvantage. But Frank wanted to change this, he desired to change the structure of life… He knew that within the limitless potential of his Ability, there could be the power to strengthen others and to bring talent to them.
He didn't want to use his powers completely for selfish purposes, but to bring prosperity to others to an extent, as this would also count as 'echoes' that will recover Earth's wounds.
His first targets would be Annabelle, Hilvera, and Asterion, but first of all, he wanted to check many different things. And Ruby was also part of his plan, he wanted to find in these young and promising kids, trustful and strong allies, and he was willing to help them achieve that.
"I wonder if, just like Ruby, I can give the 'gift' of letting others increase their cultivation through the consumption or absorption of Mana Cores… And what if I could somehow let them benefit from leveling up? Or even let them learn Skills from Skill Books… I have to forge a strong party and these kids… Ah, well, I am already attached to them, so might as well… Gwendolyn and Cathyl could also be included. But the whole introduction to my System will be quite complicated, but I think I can mask it behind Abraddon's Divine Protection and my Gray Magic…" thought Frank, as he went to the town accompanied by Gwendolyn.
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After being hit by thunder while sleeping with his phone, Frank awakened to his Ability, being revealed to a new world of wonders and dangers and countless other Worlds filled with Chaos through his World Traveling System!

He discovered that Earth wasn't as he had thought it to be.

What he always believed to be fiction was real.

People with Abilities existed everywhere.

Powerful entities controlled the entire world behind the scenes.

Dungeons covered the world and Monsters roamed freely, bringing chaos behind the facade of a peaceful society.

However, Frank will not only have to face the dangers of his homeworld, but the unpredictable ones of countless others...

He has no choice, as he has been bestowed the Title of World Traveler!

Accompany Frank on his journey to grow as a person, to save his homeworld, and to conquer the multiverse!

This is a novel with a main character with emotions that develops more as the story advances, it is not about a lifeless drone that mindlessly kill things without any actual plot nor character progression! 

In this novel Frank slowly changes, from a World Traveler to a World Conqueror! From a common man to someone who carves his way through challenges or enemies!

This novel is character progression at its finest, make sure to read up to the latest free chapter and tell me what you think! (You won't be dissapointed if you reach this far) 

Please make sure to check out my other novels, I am sure that you will like them! 
Demon Queen Rebirth: I Reincarnated as a Living Armor?! 
Vampire Overlord System in the Apocalypse
Epic of Ice Dragon: Reborn as an Ice Dragon with a System
Epic of Summoner: Supreme Summoner System in the Apocalypse
Epic of Caterpillar

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Falling asleep was always difficult but staying asleep was less so because people tended to think less in the middle of the night anyway. Dream thoughts were somehow more muted than awake thoughts so there was no loud sudden noise to wake Ivy up. 
When she was unconscious in the hospital her brain scans still registered her auditory cortex being in pain because her power was still working even though she wasn't aware of it because she was out cold. 
"Interesting! That might actually help me," Carson informed her. 
"Help you how?"
"Trying to invent something to turn your telepathy off. If it works sort of like your ears do that makes me hopeful that I can reverse engineer some hearing aids. Those amplify sound so I would need to find a way to make them reduce it. 
"If that doesn't work, we would probably need to do a reverse cochlear implant. Regular ones bypass parts of the inner ear and directly stimulate the auditory nerve. We would just have to figure out how to sedate that nerve while still making it so you can hear normally. 
"Doing brain surgery would be a lot more difficult and dangerous obviously…plus we would have to find a neurosurgeon who would believe us. That's the real problem there," Carson finished with a sigh. 
Ivy was impressed that he did so much research about this already despite his ongoing school assignments. She was a little touched too since he was putting so  much effort into helping her while he was so busy. 
At the same time, she was disheartened to hear the technical stuff because it reminded her that they were trying to make technology based off of something that was generally regarded as not existing. Making science fiction tech in the normal world might not be a realistic or achievable goal. 
Obviously she didn't want brain surgery—what if something went wrong?—but if it worked… Was the risk really worth the possibility of the reward? What if all it did was make her go deaf? 
Being completely deaf would be so much worse than being a telepath because of how much she loved languages. Ivy really hoped his reverse hearing aid plan worked. 
"You put a lot of thought into this, haven't you?" she asked faintly. 
Carson's tone was matter-of-face. "Well, yeah. I told you I would help you and I meant it. You deserve to have a normal life, Ivy. As your friend it's my duty to help you achieve that goal."
She smiled. As her friend he went above and beyond anything she had ever seen before. Carson Summers was a good person to have in your corner. 
"Thanks, Carson. That means a lot to me."
"No problem at all. But…are you going to stay up in the mountains much longer? It'll be getting dark soon. How far away from the road are you?" he asked, worried. 
"Pretty far," Ivy admitted. 
She got up and brushed herself off, putting her gloves back on because her fingers had gone numb. She started heading back the way she came, still holding the phone up to her ear. Talking to Carson had somehow made her feel less hopeless than earlier even if the new information he provided was a bit scary. 
"I'm heading back now though. You're right about it getting dark. I had to walk a few miles to get completely away from people and it might take a while to head back."
"Forgive me for being a worrywart but…is it okay if I keep talking to you until you're back to your car? It's kind of concerning to hear that you're by yourself in the middle of nowhere," Carson coughed out, sounding embarrassed. 
Ivy laughed. He sounded like her mother. "Sure thing. Give me a second to think of something to talk about."
It came to her rather quickly because she had been wondering about it for ages but had never bothered to ask after Carson knew the truth about her powers. "I know! Why don't you tell me what made you want to be an astronaut?"
"…you know about that?"
"Yeah, you've thought about it in front of me a few times. Sorry."
"It must be weird for you knowing all these things about people you can never ask about," Carson pointed out. "I can tell you but it's really not that interesting of a story. I was really into Toy Story as a kid and my favorite character was Buzz Lightyear. After that, I watched every show or movie about outer space that I could until I decided I was going to go there someday. That's about the extent of it."
Ivy had to hold back her laughter. Buzz Lightyear? Really? 
She was reminded of something Carson thought before. He didn't tell people about his dream because he was embarrassed about never growing out of the astronaut phase like most kids did. 
That made a lot more sense now that she knew that his desire to be an astronaut started the way most kids' did. There was nothing wrong with that though. Some people still had to want to be astronauts as adults or there wouldn't be any at all. 
"What is it exactly that you love about space?" Ivy asked, curious to hear his answer. 
"Everything!" Carson replied enthusiastically. "There's so much out there waiting to be discovered. Infinite possibilities! The universe is so vast that humans will probably never be able to map it all…"
He continued in this vein all the way back to her car but she didn't mind. Listening to someone go on about their passion was a novel experience. She didn't spend much time around passionate people. 
Hearing the answer to the question that had flitted in and out of her mind for months was even more satisfying than Ivy would have expected. The time passed quickly and she was back to her car before she knew it. 
She had noticed that about talking to Carson before. It wasn't a chore the way talking to most people was. Sometimes she genuinely enjoyed it. 
"I'm back at my car now so I need to go but thanks for calling. It was fun talking to you," Ivy said honestly. 
"Yeah. It was fun talking to you too. Maybe…I could call you more often?" She wasn't sure whether or not he intended for that to sound like a question but it did. 
She smiled. "Yeah. That would be nice."
They ended the call and Ivy made her way back down the mountain with her spirits unaccountably lifted. For some strange reason Carson tended to have that effect. He was a good person. 

Ivy Chamberlain is a simple high school student who just so happens to be a telepath. Knowing everyone's thoughts is pretty boring...so what would happen if she meets a boy she can't read at all?

*Cover art by polkadottedscrunchie*

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