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Damari King has always been in love with the sport of basketball, he has been playing since the age he could get his hands on one which was 5. His dad left him at the age of 8 and his mom died during birth. So since then he has been living with his uncle, Christopher Trust. He played in the NBA for 23 seasons as a 6’4 starting Shooting Guard for the Philadelphia 76ers from 2000-2022. He played alongside Point Guard as Michael Jarren Jr, Shooting Guard as himself, Small Forward as Freddy Ruth, Power Forward as Youseff Abdenour, and Center as Kai McKinney. Christopher was one of the best to ever play the game so Damari had a lot to live up to. Chris as Damari called him, taught Damari how to play the game of basketball and trained him to know everything he knows now about the game. His training with his uncle would always be so intense and Damari could never catch a breath…5 years later, Damari is going into his senior year in highschool where he is the third scoring option and is known but not well known around the country.


Damari averaged 12 points per game, 6.8 rebounds per game, 9.0 assists per game, 1.3 steals per game, and 48% from the field with 34% from the three point line. He was very efficient but was never noticed by the big name scouts or even big name colleges. Today was the day his scouting report would come in his mail and he was very anxious. He tried to tell himself that it would be good but he knew that the scouts would do him bad. Damari also knew whoever was scouting him wasn’t a big name scout from any big colleges or anything. Whoever it would be would probably be a low-life critic that judges people every day, and that doesn’t like anyone good. DING! Damari ran to the door to check who it was then he found a letter in a brown envelope that said Scouting report. He opened it and it read:
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WARNING: Alternate Universe not real word or real NBA.
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I am just a kid who loves writing. So what that means is that the book will have grammar errors and sometimes AMAZING GRAMMAR. I AM NOT PERFECT. I don't really care for your opinion of my novel just putting that out there. Even though I love my supporters I don't care what they think about my book. Just because I came out here to write books and not impress people. Just wanted to say I am Christian even though I make up my own made-up gods and goddesses. And my own mythology. It's not relevant but yeah. And last thing I am busy with school so I will post every 2-3 weeks because I have homework and I am constantly busy. I have the most time during weekends and nights. Sometimes I might post twice in a single week that's because I am free or I am feeling it. SO YEAH THAT IS ALL.

"then her 300,000 yuan is worth it! "
How many artistes, even if they had sponsored countless films from famous foreign directors, they might not have gotten an important role. In their memories, the one that they remembered the most was a certain brand that had sponsored the Hollywood movie for 5 million yuan In the end, this old bacon only appeared in the Chinese version of the movie for three seconds. The entire scene only had one line: "Oh, my, God. " Then, there was no more then. Because this matter was mentioned by almost all the people in China, almost all of them were used as jokes to pass the time. Who asked this old Bacon's team to call our baby during the promotion, but participate in the international movie production!
In short, the embarrassment was unbearable.
Of course, not only the old bacon's embarrassing experience, but also many artists had experienced it. For example, the famous Fan Xiao, with a deep background like Jin Tian, were all in the Hollywood international movie production, spending money to buy a role to buy scenes, but... After the finished film was released, the final scenes for their roles were no more than 30 seconds ! !
Lu Jiani was naturally emotional. This kind of good news would make any artist go crazy with joy. It was no wonder that after Chen Jiabao's incident, he was still full of love and didn't seem to be affected in the slightest. After all, even though she was previously covered in dirt, with such resources, her waist had become thicker. That bit of dirt was nothing. It was all "I'm famous, you guys don't like me" !
However, her luck was hers. She was just feeling envious. She still had to continue working hard and try to rely on her strength to regain a foothold in this entertainment circle, which was changing rapidly. It was best if she had a place in it.
As she thought of this, she looked at Xi Wan, who was sitting at the side. Her face was as bright as jade, and she looked like an unreachable fairy from the nine heavens who had descended to the mortal world.
She was so good-looking, her acting skills were so good, and she was so young. The future industry would probably be her world.
?
"The history of the Palace" was being filmed in full swing.
The outside world was looking forward to Xi Wan's upcoming journey.
Suddenly, Xi Wan appeared on the cover of "Now" magazine. For a moment, everyone was shocked
"What the F * Ck? What did I see? ''
"Oh my God, am I seeing things? Did I spell this correctly? N-o-w-now? Now magazine, M Nation's top magazine? "
"D * Mn, I saw NOW. Jiang Xiwan logged in so quickly. Those third-rate magazines, do you have the nerve to fake them? ! The magazine that she logged in after she returned to China was NOW, nothing else, it's NOW! "
"That's right, it's NOW. It's a special edition of her family's characters on China's official Weibo! Oh my God, Jiang Xiwan is too amazing, she's still so young! "
The cover characters of NOW magazine Their cover characters were basically for the government, government leaders, outstanding tycoons in the economic field, as well as great scientists There were very few artistes and celebrities!
With NOW's global influence and December of the year, there was only a total of 12 cover characters that were rare. Many of them were people of importance from all over the world who wanted to be on them Moreover, the person who logged onto the cover of NOW magazine last month was the president of Country M, okay? ! !
In the end, Jiang Xiwan just went on like that?
Excuse / me?
Are you kidding me? ! !
This definitely isn't a joke! ! ! !
Whether it was Weibo, the little fresh forum, the entertainment Gossip Forum, or social gathering places like Tieba, public opinion had already fallen out. After all, this matter was really too popular!
It was just that the children who were looking forward to buying magazines with Xi Wan's news were suffering. This pre-issue was all in Europe and the United States --
As for the Asian side �� , �� 
/ / / / ~ 
Foreign Children, where are you? Please buy it on your behalf!
Even though they couldn't buy the magazine, it didn't affect their shock at all. Especially Xi Wan's fans, they were all very excited to tell everyone.
My idol actually became the cover character of NOW magazine!
I didn't make a big mistake in my fans. Look at your fans. They either haven't heard the sound of water for seven or eight years, or they just rely on their faces to brush up on scandals to maintain their popularity. My big, Hoho, used less than three years to set a new record for the youngest Chinese Movie Queen. The movie starring him never failed at the box office, and all of them were well-known works Can Your Da da do it? Are you unconvinced SPEAK THE TRUTH Besides, does your da Da's face look better than hers UNCONVINCED Continue to speak the truth!
...
For a moment, the NOW magazines on the other side of the world were sold out. When the customs bureau checked, they found that there were many NOW magazines in the packages shipped to China. Then, they looked at the cover character, Jiang Xiwan Oh, I don't know, but she has such a beautiful face. She's the type I like. Looking at the news again, wow, she's amazing. I like her too. What should I do? I really want to withhold this magazine... Let her go. I'll go buy it myself later ...
..
In a certain ward of the Military Second Hospital, Lin Xi had a straw in his nose as he looked up at the ceiling above him.
He always felt that there were blue stars dancing in the white ceiling in front of him. Gradually, they formed the face that he had been thinking about day and night.
"Xi Wan... "
At that time, his secretary, who had been with him for many years, was peeling the apple peel for him. When she heard him suddenly mumble, she could not help but feel sorry for him "boss, don't think about it anymore. The dead have passed away. Those who are still alive should cheer up. I think sis Xi Wan will definitely feel sorry for you when she sees you being so passive and resistant to the disease. "
Lin Xi did not hear his assistant's advice. He reached out his hand to touch the Phantom in the air.
When the secretary changed hands in Hua Feng, she had quit her job and followed Lin Xi. After all, she had been with him for nearly ten years, so she had feelings for him. Although her action of quitting her job was a little hasty, there were some things, some feelings.. It really could not be measured by money. Lin Xi was a very good boss to him. Therefore, when he was in trouble and even fell ill, he followed behind him regardless of feelings or reason. Moreover, he had been Lin Xi's chief secretary for so long and had a lot of savings. Even if he lost his job for a while, he would not starve to death.
Now, what he could not stand was that his boss had no will to survive. The doctor said that such emotions were actually very detrimental to the recovery of his illness. However, after so long, he still did not listen to her. What could he do. Ever since SIS XI WAN left, boss had changed. If he had known that he loved her so much, he would not have hurt her heart.
Sigh, there was no medicine for regret in this world. He could only pity the person in front of him!

REVENGE IN THE ENTERTAINMENT INDUSTRY!
COPYWRITER: In her previous life, she was a grand slam best actress, but she was tortured to death by her best friend. Before she died, she was unwilling to accept it. Fortunately, the heavens were hanging down on her, and she was possessed by a fourth-year media girl. Therefore, with hatred, she started from the bottom step by step, and climbed to the top again. She was proud and outstanding!
About Love: In her previous life, she was moved by Jin Zhu, and she died a miserable death.
In this life, meeting him was both her life and career. He was both her benefactor and her benefactor. She was unmoved and unmoved. She stuck to her original heart. In the end, it made him angry: Jiang Xiwan, do you have a heart or not He thought that he would leave her, but unexpectedly, he doted on her even more. He even racked his brains to create a "human life" ... ...
In the world of mortals, it was a touch of brilliance. Believe it, it was there. If you don't believe it, it was also there.
Group number: 486914513. Welcome to the group to play.

        Satisfied, Wang moved the photo to another folder for future use. It would sell like crazy. 
    The worship of foreigners always resonated with ordinary people.
    Thinking of the military flag incident, Wang sneered. 
    "Rather than admiring Japan or South Korea, we should make them admire China. That would be the real success." She clicked on the second photo and suddenly sprayed water on the screen. What's going on?
    It was a photo from South Korea. Two girls in different school uniforms were fighting over a magazine.
    Unfortunately, they had no idea that a boy had taken advantage of their fight to steal the magazine from them and pay the newsstand owner.
    At the back door, an old man was taking a photo of the scene. 
    Wang laughed. The photo would be perfect for propaganda. 
    Out of the domestic photos, she selected the one with the most people lining up to purchase the album. That was enough. Qin Guan was really charming!
    Wang's propaganda material was silently placed on the boss’ desk.
   "She signed on with another actor?" he asked his secretary doubtfully.
    "No, she’s just preparing for the future. He is not an actor, he’s actually a model. He has enjoyed certain fame in the entertainment circle though."
    The boss picked up a photo and recognized Qin Guan, whom he had failed to recruit.
    He knocked on his desk. "What's the relationship between him and our company?"
    "According to Sister Wang, they’re collaborating. If our actors fail an audition, he will be a substitute. We have a detailed contract on the income share. Sister Wang says it's better than letting other companies benefit from him."
    The boss nodded in agreement. "Show him our power, provide enough opportunities, and he will gradually join our camp. Good idea! All the agents in our company should learn from Wang. This is what a talented agent is like. Others get frustrated, but she explores ways out of a muddle."
    The boss signed the list. It would not cost him much anyway. "In the future, the expenses of this actor can be incorporated into Wang's bills. There’s no formal contract, but they can be considered daily expenditures."
    "Okay!" The secretary retreated from the office with the list.
    It seems like I have to change my evaluation of Wang. Even the boss trusts her!
   Every company had its own mechanism on publicity and propaganda. The machine quickly got to work.
    They used printed media, the internet and TV, silently reaching all entertainment fans.
    "Top Chinese male model débuts in Asia. 10,000 Citizen photo albums are selling like crazy."
    "Qin Guan, the most cost-effective ambassador of Citizen."
    Those were the titles on several national newspapers.
    The editor read the latest Southern Weekly contently. W. Brother was so generous. 
    He took the bills out of the envelope and began to count them.
    600 yuan, no more or less. In an era when ordinary white-collar employees earned 2,500 yuan monthly, it was quite a good bonus.
    He knocked on a photo of Qin Guan and whispered with satisfaction, "Thank you, bro!"
    The news on the internet were a mess. Chinese people were interested in the foreigners’ worship of Great China, which arose a heartfelt sense of pride in them. At the time, young people wanted to be understood and accepted by the world. Due to the anonymity of communication, many misunderstandings arose among countries. 
    Patriotism was a civil feeling that existed not only among middle-aged people, but also among the youth. Most young nationalists gathered on the internet. 
    When the news were released, commenting areas suddenly got jammed. Thousands of comments appeared under the news.
    The news about Qin Guan were just in time to provide an outlet for confused young people. 
    Forum users discussed and spread the news.
    They began to sneer happily at photos from Japan and South Korea.
   "Chinese boys have a lingering charm. It’s said that top brands and designers prefer models who refuse to have cosmetic surgery."
    "Of course, they like natural beauty. Wild flowers are much better than plastic ones."
    Those kinds of comments kept emerging, some of them analysing the situation and some just boasting. To everyone's surprise, the Goupu Forum, who used to belittle Qin Guan, remained silent. Everyone on the forum was applauding.
    By then, Qin Guan had become a symbol of national honor. Between seven and eight p.m. in the comprehensive entertainment reports, different local TV stations broadcasted the news in their own way. 
    Prompt news was a way to keep up audience ratings. Real photos were also proof of the news’ authenticity.
    Qu Xuemen opened the door of her apartment and threw her high heels at random. Despite its elegant decoration, her room looked like a waste yard.
    Judging by her strict and capable image, no one could have imagined that Qu was lazy in nature. 


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!

Feng Luo was indeed shocked.
The "Hidden Profession" had been the most heated discussion topic in recent years and no other. Only three months after the start of the game, a player had made breaking news on the forum about finding clues to a Hidden Profession in War, then constantly updating his progress in the "Hidden Profession Mission." This breaking news had garnered the attention of many players, allowing that top star player to surge in popularity in a single go.
The joke was that the news proved to be fake in the end. It was false hype that a player and his company had used to attempt to gain fame. After which, there had been a constant stream of other players who occasionally posted news on the forum stating that they had received something like a Hidden Profession transferred mission, but in the end, all had been proven to be simple fabrications for fame. Only when the game version was updated did the topic resurface.
This time, it was not fake anymore.
Some players had really received clues to the Hidden Profession, and there were some who had even released a direct screenshot of the system log. This proved one thing: that there really was a Hidden Profession in War.
However, about one month after the recent game update, there had been no news of any player completing the Hidden Profession mission, nor was there the appearance of any real Hidden Profession player.
As such, the topic had begun to cool down. Until three days ago, when one piece of news brought this topic to the top of the charts once more, like adding oil to fire!
At that time, "Death Roar," a Machine Gunner profession star player and the first player to reach Level 50, had officially announced his completion of the Hidden Profession transferred mission, earning the Hidden Profession of Gunners—Expert Gunner. As proof, he'd uploaded his holographic battle video to the forum after the transfer. Relying on his own ability, he had taken on a Level-35 Commander-grade monster without a scratch!
When the video was released, it instantly aroused the interest of all the players. In the video, the combat power of the "Expert Gunner" Hidden Profession, displayed by this player known as Death Roar, had indeed seemed far above that of a player of a normal profession.
The Hidden Profession, although it sounded like a Life Profession, could freely use all the gun-type weapons, including machine guns, sniper rifles, submachine guns, assault rifles, handguns… In the video, he first used a Rare-grade sniper rifle and continuously fired at a solo Level-35 Commander-grade Gobi Rock Crocodile from 1,000 meters away. Then he waited until the Level-35 Commander-grade monster had been angered and was furiously charging at him with claws that could crush rocks. When it reached a distance of 600 meters from him, he immediately dropped his sniper rifle and picked up the six-barreled Rare machine gun propped up beside him, unleashing rapid fire.
When the specially lengthened chain of bullets was used up, and when the Commander-grade monster with no long-range attack abilities was at a distance of 300 meters, he switched to an assault rifle loaded with unique bullets and swiftly retreated as he fired, climbing onto a rock that had been prepared earlier, and continued to make use of this "retreating" technique.
After which… There was no "after," as the unintelligent, Level-35, close-range-type Commander-grade monster, which charged even more unhesitatingly upon being angered, was already dead.
In an environment like the Gobi Desert, with no cover at all, the monster's defense had first been broken by the sniper rifle loaded with unique bullets. Then it had received a steady stream of more than 500 machine gun bullets. Following that, it had absorbed another unique bullet from the magazine of a Rare-grade submachine gun… Even if its HP had been more than 50,000 and even with its thick skin, it could not take the attacks. It had been stripped of its last HP by the submachine gun before it'd gotten a chance to escape.
"Level-50 Hidden Profession unharmed in challenging a Level-35 Commander-grade monster, solo!"
The holographic video had been at the hottest position in the forum for the last few days, and its current viewer count had exceeded 800 million.
The ID of "Death Roar" had been made known to many players as "War's Top Gunner"! At the same time, he had taken the place of the godly idol singer originally at the top of the Player Popularity Chart of the Star Federation 17th Executive Star Virtual Network, leading the chart in his player identity. This showed how large the influence of the game of War now had.
Feng Luo had similarly watched the battle video and had replayed it a few times, even making use of the paid services recommended on the official forum, directly replacing himself virtually with Death Roar in the video, engaging in the operation and battling in place of him. In the end, the conclusion was that the Expert Gunner profession really was a big deal!
This profession had especially high damage addition, which could cause tons of damage regardless of whether using sniper rifles, submachine guns, or heavy machine guns.
It was important to remember that even though there was no restriction of profession for the equipment in War, so Snipers could technically operate machine guns, due to profession specialization, the damage would be very low. Thus, no one would use cross-profession weapons.
But the Hidden Profession had broken that tradition, combining the three basic Gunner profession weapons so that there would be a suitable gun in any circumstance.
It also had the strongest single attack (the sniper rifle), the strongest explosive ability (the machine gun) and the most mobile firing ability (the assault rifle). No wonder it was called the "Expert Gunner"!
But naming this "Death Roar" as the top Gunner? He was a little overrated.
In the video, Death Roar's operation had actually earned him quite a bit of damage. For instance, when using the sniper rifle, his aim was inaccurate, and his posture was amateurish. It was only because the unique bullets in that Rare sniper rifle had a certain degree of automatic calibration that the aiming error had not been too large. His use of the assault rifle at the end was similarly flawed.
His use of the sniper rifle was more of a show—not even 5 percent of the Gobi Crocodile's HP had been reduced after 10 shots.
When Feng Luo experienced it himself, he reduced 19 percent of its HP within the same charging distance of the Gobi Crocodile!
Of course, that was likely because Death Roar was originally a Machine Gunner, so he was not yet very familiar with the sniper rifle and the assault rifle. When operating the gun of his "designated profession," the star player known as Death Roar had nonetheless demonstrated a commendable performance.
With a weapon like a machine gun, it would be extremely difficult to fire at fast-moving land targets. The accuracy rate of normal players was likely to be less than 20 percent. In the few times that Feng Luo had tried, his highest was not even at 50 percent.
But Death Roar had a proven 70-percent accuracy rate!
His feat of being the first to reach Level 50 was certainly not due to luck alone.


As an international mercenary, Feng Luo entered a technologically advanced parallel world during a mission.

After living several years in the new world, an online sci-fi game called War became popular across the entire Star Federation.

Desert Eagles, Barrett, AK-47, Apache, RPG... One after another, familiar gears awakened his memories of the past!

Terminator, Zerg, Resident Evil, the Force,... The missions that appeared after a system update made him even more suspicious and shocked! As such, Feng Luo entered War and became a sniper.

　　Tianya Forum (End of the World Forum)

What does it mean if your company's Vice president avoids you after having sex with you?

1st comment: Congratulations, you have been abandoned.

2nd comment: Serves you right! Original poster, you this shameless mistress being abandoned is exactly what should be done. You are young, why do you want to destroy your Vice president's married life? Just for a promotion? A pay raise? Fortunately, you knew to hide your ID, otherwise, this old lady would have skinned you alive!

3rd comment: Previous comment, did you eat explosives? A single glance and you've already concluded her as a mistress out to steal somebody's husband. What if the OP was also a victim? Usually, this situation indicates that your Vice president has some misgivings about you, or maybe he finally grew a conscience.  OP, forget about it and start over. 

**(OP = Original Poster)**

4th comment: For men sex and love are naturally two separate things. He is avoiding you, it's either because he is afraid you will expose him or afraid of you threatening him. Under what kind of circumstances did this happen? You didn't use any methods to force it, right?

5th comment: There is another possibility, OP you were not good enough, so your Vice president wants to return the product after a trial, hahahaha!

6th comment: Nowadays, little girls are so wild, aren't they? If it's not living off a rich man, it's going to work to seduce your company boss. Your Vice president is avoiding you, it's also for your own good. Don't be ashamed, you can still change your ways!

　　......

Looking down at the long list of condemnations of "mistress" and "living off a rich man", I burst into tears. I used my own mouth to pull myself down, why did I think of posting it? But if I didn't post it, who can I ask for ideas?

Can Can was on annual leave and followed Xiao Xiao on a romantic trip. Worm recently became pregnant and has rarely been online. The Chrysanthemum group...forget it, that is a legendary place for hungry women, I don't want to an experimental mouse tortured with questions. The Magazine company...Once this thing comes out, I guess I can pack up and leave.

After thinking about where to go, I stumbled upon this "Tianya forum" and it turned out to be this way. I stared at the computer and let out a heavy sigh, I have to admit, I have indeed been painted as a legendary terrible character. Based on my knowledge of novels, movies and TV series these days, I concluded that in general in these situations, it is the women who leave after XXOO for a variety of reasons.

But for me! In my tragic life story, it was actually the man who demanded for me to take responsibility and then he ran off, ah the shame, the humiliation! The most depressing this was that when other people's one night stands fall apart, they at least say something. I didn' even get a word...just a hearty dinner served by the hotel.

What is the reason for this?

I'm only as good as that? Other people earn at least a little money or even get something ought for them. Ren Han, that bastard actually only ordered me a meal, when it goes into a stomach won't it all just turn to poop? Therefore, extremely incensed, I plucked up my backbone and did not even see what the meal would look like and went home, completely sour. 

After reading the comments again, I hopelessly fell on the bed, trying to make sense of things. From the beginning, I should not have put hope on Ren Han, he's someone just like Bo Xi from a few years back, a prince on a dark horse, also a Prince Charming....They are absolutely not the same at all. I was the one who willfully chased after someone this time. Instead of catching them, I fell tumbled and caused harm to myself. 

Fortunately, this time, at least I didn't announce it to everyone, also did not run away from a marriage, so it can also be counted as saving our old Bai family's face. Also, I don't know how many women Ren Han has trained his skills on because it is quite high-leveled. Although I don't have any experience, I managed to make him gnash his teeth. This night, I really can't say who lost or who gained. 

So, I suddenly became cheerful and picked up my phone and called my mother. As soon as she answered the phone, my mother roared, "You dead girl! You actually suspended your phone line! You think you can run away from your responsibility if you suspend your line? Let me tell you, your dad has requested an arrest warrant. He knows everything about the 20,000 yuan I lent you, so better hurry home and explain it clearly..."

I kept the microphone N meters away from my ears, but I could still hear her words clearly, I was speechless and my tongue was stuck, I have been falsely accused: "I've been poor recently, so I didn't have money to put on my phone bill ~" Actually, I'm sure this situation can be put on my mother. If not for my mother, my father would never have known about her borrowing me 20,000 yuan. What happened was, recently, my mother went out drinking with her friends. She came back in a cheerful mood and started rambling to my dad about how I was outside suffering about how I was up to my butt in debts. My father thought that I had greatly lost face for the Bai family and was furious.  

My mother had no choice and in turn, forced me to settle the debt. In the beginning, I hummed and promised to pay two times. But in the past few days, while the company has been on vacation for three days, I simply let my phone line go on suspension, even Emperor Lao Zi could not find me. What a joke, right now I'm leaving under someone else's roof, a huge debt of 20,000 yuan, how can they expect me to suddenly repay it? Only if the heavens fall down and the forests suddenly bow down.

**(Lao Zi/ Tze - Ancient Chinese philosopher and founder of Taoism/Daoism)**

When my mother had scolded enough, she asked, "So now you're willing to turn on your phone?"

I earnestly nodded, "En, if you will cover the cost, I will also keep the phone on." 

"You! @ ￥ @ ...% &! @ #"

I put the phone on the side again, when my mother had shouted enough, I picked it up with a smile and said, "Old beauty, tell your husband that I agree with the repayment plan he suggested last time.

An Editorial Department's editorial assistant called Bai Ning is a standard Rotten Girl (fujoshi).

For work purpose and in real life, Bai Ning has maintained an image of a pure and cute little rabbit.

However, on a certain day in a certain month of a certain year, during a certain company meeting, when Bai Ning plugged her USB into the big BOSS's computer, no one could have predicted there was spyware on it, and her hidden folder "GV" unexpectedly popped up and the Big Boss accidentally went to click on it during in a meeting and everything ...... became very different.

Now a certain rogue boss tries to use the folder to blackmail her.

When a "white rabbit" encounters a rogue boss, a hilarious love story unfolds...

STORY CREDIT:  Credit for the story goes to the original wonderful author, Shuilanjiao de Miao...and the awesome translators Novellovers...and me, MiraiSaesang!


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Xia Ruya finally shrugged off the surrounding reporters and got inside the taxi. "Sir, please lose the cars tailing us."
The taxi driver started the engine and zoomed off like an arrow.
The tension in Xia Ruya's body was alleviated and she leaned back against the backseat, panting heavily.
She had already settled the administrative procedures to get discharged secretly last night and made sure that there were no reporters waiting outside the hospital. Hence, she reckoned that the reporters must have made their way to the hospital after being tipped off. 
She was certain that the person who plotted everything against her was Wen Xinya. 
Although she felt a strong urge to scream and cry when she was being surrounded by the reporters earlier on, she curbed it and stopped herself from doing so. All that humiliation… was nothing compared to the pathetic state she hand ended up in. That little bitchWen Xinya actually witnessed all the pain and misery that I was in. She must be gloating and mocking me now.
She felt as if a million daggers were being pierced through her heart.
Having recognized her right away, the taxi driver asked, "Lass, you're Xia Ruya, aren't you? The illegitimate daughter of the Xia Family who's being reported on the news now!"
The taxi driver scanned her from head to toe, his eyes full of disdain.
"You… you've gotten the wrong person!" Xia Ruya denied vehemently, hanging her head low. She froze in shock, feeling incredibly embarrassed and humiliated. His words were like daggers to her heart, making her quiver uncontrollably in pain.
"Impossible! How could I possibly get the wrong person!?!" The driver retorted, keeping his eyes fixed on her. He then grabbed a magazine and handed it to Xia Ruya. "Look, that's you on the cover. I didn't get the wrong person."
Xia Ruya glanced at the magazine, flabbergasted and appalled. It was a cheap and lowly tabloid.
Her face was splashed across the cover.
Xia Ruya could not help but feel disgusted by the cover of the tabloid, unable to bring herself to continue reading on. 
It was a digitally altered photo. I was actually humiliated in such a terrible manner… 
The driver's eyes glistened and he asked, "Lass, you're still underage, aren't you!?! The news said that you're only fifteen years old."
The driver scanned her again from head to toe with a look of lust in his eyes.
Xia Ruya had sunk into a trance and was brooding over her sappy emotions. She was too preoccupied to notice that he was staring at her. However, she could vaguely sense that he was staring at her intently, making her feel extremely uncomfortable.
However, she did not give it much thought, because it was not the first time that she felt that way ever since the news of her scandal broke out. In the eyes of the public, she was a loose, wanton girl who was shameless and promiscuous. Hence, she had gotten used to being insulted and regarded with disdain.
"You're only fifteen years old and yet, you're already so well-endowed. What a natural-born seductress. You were meant to seduce and entice man," said the driver, who kept stealing glances at her before fixing his gaze on her chest.
Due to the fact that she had already been recognized by the reporters, she changed out of the disgustingly pungent shirt that she had bought from the janitor as soon as she got inside the car.
At this moment, Xia Ruya was dressed in a body-hugging sweater which accentuated her curves. 
As pale as a sheet, Xia Ruya turned around periodically, only to see that the reporters were chasing her frantically.
"Lass, why don't you play with me? I have great technique, and even those hostesses at the nightclubs enjoy being in bed with me," the driver suggested, staring at her chest lecherously while swallowing his saliva. He was greatly aroused by her figure.
Hostesses at the nightclub… 
Xia Ruya was beyond humiliated and ashamed. I've always been a classy and elegant girl. Since when have I become comparable to those cheap and lowly people?
Xia Ruya turned red with embarrassment after hearing the derogative remarks. She bit her lip with a sullen expression on her face. All she wanted was to shake off the reporters and get out of the taxi as soon as possible.
However, the driver was even more enticed. Unable to resist his urges, he moved his hand towards Xia Ruya while keeping his other hand on the steering wheel.
Xia Ruya instinctively retracted the hand that she was resting on her lap.
Her reaction caused the driver to guffaw and grab her tender hand with his coarse one.
Unable to take the violation, Xia Ruya shrugged his hand away and slammed her hand against the car door frantically. "Stop the car. Pull over, let me get off. I want to get out of the car. Pull over…"
"Dream on! You'll have to satisfy me first," said the driver, who turned the steering wheel and pulled over.
Xia Ruya only realized now that she had shrugged off the reporters, and that the driver had already driven to a dilapidated and remote place. She stared at the driver's sinister expression and felt fear and terror. Cases and reports of passengers being raped and then killed by taxi drivers flashed through her mind.
"What… what are you trying to do?" Xia Ruya screamed in terror, her pupils constricting and dilating.
The driver guffawed loudly, his small eyes forming a straight line as his lips curled into a lecherous smile. He then extended his hand and began groping her thigh.
"Ah! Don't touch me! Don't touch me… you're committing a crime. I can sue you," Xia Ruya yelled at the top of her lungs. She then grabbed the magazine and threw it at the driver.
"You're just a cheap and shameless slut. Why are you trying to act all classy and virtuous? Go ahead and sue me if you can. Let's see who's going to get embarrassed." The driver retorted, before giving her a tight slap. He was not afraid of being sued at all, for he was certain that no one would believe her.
The impact from the slap gave her a dizzy spell and it dawned upon her that no one would believe that she was innocent, for her reputation had already been ruined.
"Let go of me, please, just let me off. I can give you lots of money and ensure that you live a carefree life. You'd no longer have to work as a taxi driver…" Xia Ruya pleaded while the driver allowed his hands to roam freely around her body. She could not help but feel incredibly disgusted and nauseous. She twitched, filled with hopelessness.
Why did I end up in such a sorry plight and have my pride and dignity trampled on in such a horrible manner?


Originally born from a wealthy family, she ends up leading a vagrant life for fifteen years. However, when she is eventually found by her family, she falls into another devious plot and eventually dies tragically. 

Fifteen years after her rebirth, ravenously raging for revenge, she tears down the hypocritical mask of the foster daughter who had taken her place, and reduces her greedy stepmother and stepsister back to their original sorry states. 

To the jerk's profession of his deep love for her, she only has one thing to say, "Get the hell out of my life. The love you speak of humiliates love!" 

Regardless of the appearances of you monsters, I’ll take in it my stride with my capability, building a business dynasty of my own, sitting in the depths of my riches, bathing in the glistening limelight of the world. 

A certain rich empire's CEO: "Don't mind me. I'm just leaving my mark here to declaring my possession rights; I’ll wait patiently for you to grow up!" The queen's mighty return with commercial warfare fully within her grasp, she navigates the power struggles with skill and verve. When it comes to scheming conspiracies, all she has to say is, "Who are you again? Don’t even bother!"

*whoosh*

*THUD*

I immediately ducked down while I pushed Kaley's head with me. At a quick glance, a blur of red appeared above our heads and the man in front of us was smashed by it. Turns out, Oscar grabbed a fire extinguisher and swung at the man approaching us. Blood spattered on the walls and everything fell silent. A moment passes and the man twitches again, it was followed by a downward swing of the fire extinguisher. I was staring in shock at what happened and Oscar picks up the keys on the man's waist.

"Never thought the day these old bones would still see some action." Oscar said with a long sigh.

I gave a look at Kaley and she's shaking and her face is pale, it must be the first time she saw something like that. I tried speaking to her but she's still in shock so I grabbed her shoulders to shook her awake. Still no response, it left me no choice so I gave her a quick slap to the face.

*slap*

It seems to get the proper reception and she's now looking at me back with color on her face. She's holding her left cheek then she suddenly gave me a right slap, much stronger than what I did.

*SLAP*

"Ow! Why did you do that?! I'm sorry! I was waking you up! We need to move!" I said as I held my stinging red cheek.

"Um, I'm sorry, it hurts a bit…" she said as we followed Oscar. I took a quick glance at the corpse and aside from his mangled head, a white crystalline powder of small amounts is near his collar and in his right sleeve.

"Drugs?" I took a mental note of what I found and decided that it's best to leave this place now instead of investigating the body.

Oscar motioned for me to open the door for him while he readies his fire extinguisher. As I open it, another horrifying site assaulted our eyes. Looking at the scene, I immediately noticed the maintenance guy that we saw earlier face up with bullet holes in his torso and one on his head.

What's next to him is one of the guards facing down, looking at his position, he seems to be pushed really hard and was thrown down violently, like his head was smashed on the floor. Blood has started to make a pool beneath their bodies as it still continues to pour out.

Looking at the corpses, Oscar decided to search the body of the guard lying down. He took his shotgun, it's a Remington 870 along with a few slugs located in the guard's belt. He threw me the guard's pistol, a Beretta M9 with an additional magazine.

I checked around and I saw a few people running outside or huddled up in a corner and some employees are trying to contain the situation. On one corner, I see a bloody strap that's possibly belonging to the dog I saw earlier, but the dog is missing. I pulled out the guard's belt which contains a handcuff, pepper spray, radio, badge, and his holster. A few security personnel are outside trying to stop other people from entering the airport.

I strapped the belt on and holstered the gun and I said to Oscar, "The other guard is not here."

"Another one?" said Oscar.

"Yes, there were two of them here earlier." Kaley added.

"No time to look for him, we need to get out of here now." Oscar replied.

"Do we just leave them here? Do we need to call the authorities?" Kaley said as she pointed at the two corpses.

"No, I think the people outside are already handling it. We need to leave now; we still have time. Good thing is that it's still early, we can stock up a few more supplies at home." Oscar said.

We headed outside but as soon as we stepped out the doors, we we're stopped by a few more security guards eyeing our weapons and the blood splatters on our clothing. "Stop! State your name and affiliation and report to me what occurred inside."

"I'm Mr. Ishiyama, this is Col. Goodman and Ms. Payan…" I relayed to the guard what happened to us inside the doors in front of the maintenance room. I mentioned the maintenance guy that we fought in self-defense and also the other guard missing earlier but he pointed at the back of their vehicle.

"We found him outside the doors when we responded, he's terrified. He said that one of the staff rushed outside, neck bleeding, pushed his partner with great force. He mentioned his partner lost his balance and hit his head hard and he started to convulse violently before he stopped moving. He said he shot the guy in panic as the maintenance guy has a deranged look in his face and it's staring at him differently." The guard explained.

He continued, "We're sorry you had to take care of the other one inside so our department will pay a visit to you guys for more investigation once this place is sorted out but I need you to surrender the weapons you took from our other guard since it's still our property."

"Hey, check the situation inside. I'll stay here." he said to his partner.

Oscar has a visible frown on his forehead but as I was about to hand over the pistol… a shout came from the inside followed by a few gunshots. It must be from his partner who went inside to check on the other maintenance guy that we mentioned earlier.

"All of you stay here, I'll check the situation inside." The guard said.

Me and Oscar gave a look and we both knew what each other was thinking, "He's not coming back."

"Aim for the head." I said before the guard left with a questioning gaze.

As the guard disappeared inside with a few others, Oscar immediately opened the mobile car the guard uses and went inside. He saw a box of donuts, 2 cups of coffee, a nightstick, a radio and the rifle the guard at the back was using. He quickly checked the magazine and put it back then he handed it to me. "Here you go kid; it's still full with bullets." he motions for me to take it.

As I sling the M4 on my back, the guard at the back lets out a long groan. "Ugh..." the guard says. As I take a closer look at him, he's visibly sweating and he is clutching his hand. He's breathing erratically but I surmise I could still talk to him.

"What happened back there?" I asked.

"H-He tried to grab my rifle but I can't shake his hand off, I pulled the pistol in my hip and shot him multiple times. When he fell down, he managed to hold onto my hand and he squeezed really hard, I think he broke a few of them. One of my fingers cracked horribly and bone came out. How is he so strong?!" He exclaimed while huffing a few times.

"I'm not going to lose my job for that right? That is clearly self-defense, right?!" he exclaimed.

"You're going to worry more about that hand than your job." Oscar said from the front.
I took a closer look at his hand and I noticed that a few dark lines are starting to protrude from his forearm. I gave a sigh and said, "You need to take a rest now, sleep and have plenty of water." I gave him a dosage of painkillers and a bottle of water.

"Let me get you comfortable, remove your belt and lay down." I said as I take the same items from his belt. I locked his side of the door as he laid himself lower on the seat.

"He's going to turn, It's too late for him now." I said in my head.

*BANG* *BANG* *BANG* *BANG*

A few more gunshots ring out and the crowd outside started to scatter and a few guards holding the crowd started rushing inside then we rushed to Oscar's SUV.

"Better to have and not need than to need and not have." -Sky Ishiyama.

Sky Ishiyama is a nerd with Photographic Memory who after the bumps and turns in his life, turned to be a Doomsday Prepper.

The story takes place in our world where our MC was diving through the Dark Web just for fun and discovered something that can only be found in books, movies, or games.

Zombies.

Ever wondered what you could do in a zombie apocalypse where you actually know what you're doing? Actually surviving properly while preventing stupid deaths? Doing what is right and necessary? Or better yet, actually doing what you shout in the monitor when you're watching a film?

Our MC is coupled with the knowledge of not just fighting z's but actually surviving by securing his home, finding allies, scavenging for supplies, building a community and so much more.

All of the names and places mentioned in this novel are fictional and any relation to people IRL is purely coincidental.

If you wanted to understand the heart of O'Neil Andrew Morisette, then you had to live with him for some time. It would usually take a few years but under certain conditions, a few days would be sufficient as well.
In these few days, Prince O'Neil seemed to have no plans to discuss anything with the person of high status. He simply walked around with his not-many followers, protected by a knight division. They began their journey from the end of the 12th month last year but strangely, they still had not reached Dulin in the 2nd month of this year.
In regards to the negotiation, the Prince was not worried at all. He spent most of his journey observing the towns and cities and meeting all sorts of people.
Today, they arrived in a small town called Sandenwola. This town sat at the border of Phishella Province and Damorga Province. It was only one hundred and fifty kilometers away from the Empire's Capital. Prince O'Neil could arrive in Dulin in another week, then the people would know what he was thinking.
What did O'Neil Andrew Morisette want to do? The intellectuals of the Titan Empire could not identify the answer to this question. Some said the Prince wanted to start a mutiny while some argued that there was only a division of knight with the Prince. Some said the Prince supported the peace talk while some retaliated that he must had been crazy. Some said that the Prince could not even protect himself and a judgment awaited him in Dulin while those who disagreed with this widened their eyes. Who would have the right to judge a national hero? Who could set up the leader of the God-chosen warriors with a valid wrongdoing? Those who truly did this were the ones who had gone mad!
The Queen had disseminated the news of the negotiation all over the world. She could not wait to tell everyone that the war was over, but most did not wish to believe this fact. Sandenwola was far away from the battlefield. Not even a hint of war could be seen in this town but if one walked into the town, the person would notice chandeliers with red ribbons were hung from every single citizens' home. The Prince who came visiting was told that this was a local practice. When the night arrived, the people would light up the red lamp to announce to the invader that everyone had made the preparation to fight! If they dared to invade this town, then the red light that burned the night sky would indicate a bloody fight.
The courage presented by the locals had even surprised O'Neil Andrew Morisette that he was stunned by it. He had known that Sandenwola was far from battle but the people here all owned weapons like knives and arrows. This had made the Prince felt as if he had returned to his hometown. The towns in Narcissus County were just the same.
Colonel Ferri Movart had arrived in Sandenwola ten days ago. He had a post in the Capital's Army Division with a nice position and well earning. Since he received the post because of his ancestors, Colonel Movart was naturally not willing to simply stay in this unchanging and safe present state. When he was studying in the Imperial Military Academy, he had joined the newly established Youth Guards Forum and had become one of the leaders of this organization thanks to his good spirits and exceptional performance during debates. After he graduated, he even established the first weekly magazine "Sword" of Youth Guards Forum by using his own money.
Or rather, the "Sword" was a milestone creation in terms of academic and history aspects! However, of course, these were only the neutral official opinion of the powerful people in Army Division. From the view of most nobles and traditional officials in the Capital, these youths who only knew to debate and speak of patriotism without actually doing anything were still rather unreliable.
The reason Colonel Ferri Movart ended "Sword" very soon was probably due to the lack of sales.
Or maybe the title "Sword" was too extravagant but true soldiers knew no giving up! He had published the magazine "Youth Guards" during the second month he stopped publishing "Sword"! After absorbing the successful experience and lesson from "Sword", the "Youth Guards" was a great success. This bi-monthly magazine had attracted a large group of student readers and young Guards officers who aimed to contribute their posts.
Ferri Movart was the chief editor of "Youth Guards". He rushed to Sandenwola quickly from the Capital just for one thing. The Titan soldiers now (especially the young who cared about the country) were facing a difficulty. Their minds had drowned in the never-before confusion and their actions were restricted by the Imperial order to avoid the enemy. These soldiers who wanted to commit to the defending war passionately desperately needed someone to cast their doubts away. Then, the youngest Marshal and the Marshal of Narcissus Knights was naturally the most suitable role for this. 
Via his friend working in the Military Intelligence Bureau, Colonel Movart soon got into contact with Prince O'Neil Andrew Morisette's confidential secretary. He had originally thought that things would not go that smoothly since the Prince was extremely busy. However, Colonel Muktha Singh had returned Marshal O'Neil's reply to the "Youth Guards" magazine agency the first moment they had received the request.
"I agree to accept the interview..."
Ferri Movart was extremely excited so he came to Sandenwola ten days earlier. As soon as he arrived, he began the preparatory work for this report that was destined to make a name in history.
"'The Guards are Advancing – Interview with Prince O'Neil Andrew Morisette at Capital in the 2nd month of Year 802.' What do you think about this name?"
Colonel Movart glanced at the Marshal sitting on the Polar Bear Sofa carefully. He had always had a deep impression of this person. The Prince at that time was still extremely young, not even twenty years old. He was still studying at the Imperial Military Academy and had participated often in the Youth Guards Forum's gathering in Sparjoxin.
"Where have I seen you?" O'Neil Andrew Morisette did not answer Movart's question. He put off the cigarette he had in his hands and immediately took a larger cigar from a tall follower.
"Oh! It must be in Sparjoxin. When you are studying there, I once chaired the discussion there."
Prince O'Neil nodded, then lit the cigar. He took a deep breath then leaned against the Polar Bear Sofa, thinking silently. The Polar Bear Sofa was without a dust. According to sayings, the Prince would bring it anywhere with him, except when the war was getting intense.
"Tell me about your report. What do you want to write?"
Ferri Movart was immediately fired up, "Your Highness, I planned to divide this interview into three parts. The first part is about your journey and experience. The second part records your daily life and work, then the third part is your view on the current situation. But of course, when I put everything together, I will mix the order up for a bit to make the article look more interesting."
"Ola..." Oscar let out a groan. He looked at Paul and Black Devil, then at Sandinand who had been playing with his fingers all this while. The Prince was rather nervous in front of this reporter. Well, he had never faced the media upfront before.
The absent-mindedness of the Marshal did not anger Colonel Ferri Movart. Instead, he became more interested. It was naturally some terrifying huge events that would cause O'Neil Andrew Morisette to be absent-minded. He just didn't know if it was in any way related to the current situation of the Empire.
"I can see that you are troubled!"
"Troubled? Oh, no!" Oscar shook his head at the chief editor, "I am not at all troubled. I also know what you meant but I must repeat myself. I am not at all troubled! I only worried about my pregnant wife. Her stomach is getting larger, but so is her temper! Caro Arsia can't hold her down, so I can only send her back to our home in Narcissus County. I don't know if there will be any trouble during her journey!"
Colonel Movart scratched his head. The pen that had been flying all over the paper had paused as well. The Prince's reply was totally out of his expectation. He thought O'Neil Andrew Morisette would give words that indicated his worries about the country, war and army. However, the national hero and the Holy Disciple of the religion actually did not talk about the chaos in the Capital. Instead, he was wholeheartedly worried about his wife.
"Urgh...Sir! Haven't you meet any difficulties? For example, everything the current soldiers are worried about?"
Oscar spread his hands, "Then, please tell the soldiers of the Guards fighting bravely at every battlefield in the country on my behalf — there's no use in worrying!"
The chief editor of "Youth Guards" could only close his notebook. He did not expect O'Neil Andrew Morisette to be so uncooperative after accepting to do the interview. 
"Your Highness! You should get out more!"
Ferri Movart looked to the door. There came two people. One of which was Lieutenant Colonel Tike Simon, a battle group commander of Red Tiger Front. He was a veteran who had followed the Prince since a long time ago. Another was Colonel Kirk Dexton, the orderly of the Prince. He was the orderly who always carried a wide-blade sword.
"Your Highness! You should go out more!" Colonel Kirk looked at his Head of Family with smiles. O'Neil Andrew Morisette stood up from his Polar Bear Sofa.
"Did anything happen?"
"You'll understand when you see it!"
O'Neil Andrew Morisette went out and looked. He was a Narcissus citizen. The season was well-defined in Narcissus County but the people there did not really understand the strength of snow. When Oscar was climbing the snow mountain, he was fortunate to witness the power of snow. However, in Sandenwola, he understood the heat and passion of snow.
The night was exceptionally quiet because of the arrival of snow. The thin shiny snowflakes flew from the night sky of Sandenwola without a sound just like the seductive light on a lady's eyelash in the winter night. It was suddenly left, suddenly right, suddenly up and suddenly down. All red lights in the town shone upon the snowflakes. They fell on the ground, on the rooftop and on the white branches. They tried their best to look elegant and mature.
The Titan Prince stepped on the snow. Behind him trailed a team of armed knights. The knights and their honorable master were soon covered in snow but they wore delighted expressions just like the light of happiness in an old man's eyes when he thought about his childhood snow war.
As they walked, Prince O'Neil's head suddenly slanted to one side. One of the little guy hiding under the rooftop ran away at once. The knights immediately became fierce. They rushed to their honorable master but could not hold their laughter in at all.
There was a large amount of snow on Oscar's face. It must the kid's doing.
The Prince wiped his face. In his eyes shone an inexplicable light. Colonel Ferri Movart broke out in cold sweat for the kid, still hiding and watching in the dark. He had not only once heard about the bad ending met by the people who invaded Andrew!
As expected, O'Neil Andrew Morisette suddenly yelled. He squatted to get a handful of snow! The kid hiding in the dark yelled as he scrambled away when he saw the situation was no longer favorable but the snowball thrown by the Prince was as accurate as the knives and daggers of the Prince. The kid only let out a yell when he was hit.
Things were far from being over! The snowy city under the red light was like a fairy tale. The kids in Sandenwola all came out from the rooftop, windows and alleys. The chaotic snowballs were thrown at the Prince and his knights.
Such an intense fight! The kids were yelling happily, and the knights were hiding clumsily! O'Neil Andrew Morisette slipped on the snowy ground and he was hit on many parts. The Red Tiger knights finally returned the "gifts" to the kids. The snowballs became much larger and denser. Kids were still kids after all. When they met a disciplined organization, they were defeated easily. The Red Tiger knights chased after them. They climbed onto rooftops, closed off the alleys and walkways until the kids ran all over the place to avoid them.
Everyone was laughing until the snowflakes danced around in the air and the red lights swayed without stopping.
"Ferri! Ferri..."
Colonel Movart was shocked by what he saw and finally regained his senses after hearing a few calls.
"Your Highness..."
O'Neil Andrew Morisette lied on the snowy ground in a weird posture. He reached out his hands to the soldier who was used to using a pen, then Ferri pulled him up.
"Did you see that? We don't need to worry about the messed-up things at all!" the Prince said as he laughed at the odd Colonel, "Look at the snow. Look at the light and those lively little monkeys! Don't you think it's rather simple to be a qualified soldier?"
Oscar pushed the thinking chief editor lightly, "Hey! Do you know what I'm saying? I am saying it's easy to be a qualified soldier. Protecting the country, not fearing sacrifices or whatsoever. All of those were just literal words! As a qualified soldier, his main responsibilities are only loving his country and ensuring the people live happily! That's all!"
Colonel Ferri Movart stared at the Marshal with the utmost respect. He took his notebook out, wanting to record this conversation, but O'Neil Andrew Morisette pushed his hands away.
"A true soldier understand this thinking well. I didn't know before, but I am becoming a father soon! So, it's not too late to know it--" Oscar's expression changed before he even finished his sentence. He pushed Ferri Movart away immediately as he yelled "Be careful". He even used his back to block the Colonel's body.
Ferri Movart saw the Marshal's head was directly hit by a large snowball in front of him.
Snow dispersed upon colliding with his army hate and Prince O'Neil slowly fell as if he was heavily injured.
"Your Highness..." The Colonel let out a scream! Who knew what he was thinking? Could it be this was a battlefield? Could it be his Marshal was hit by an arrow or a huge rock?
The Marshal supported himself on the ground with both hands. Then he gathered a terrifyingly large snowball, "Who is the kid that attacked me?"
Movart looked silly as the Prince dashed in a craze and stuffed that snowball into the clothes of a kid who was not quick enough to run away. That kid screamed for forgiveness while the Prince let out a victorious laugh.
"If this is truly battlefield...will he push me away without hesitation?"
Colonel Movart smiled happily. The answer was definite! He returned from his imagination, then picked up his notebook that had fallen to the ground. Then, he recorded what he had seen in Sandenwola truthfully until the Red Tiger knights send the exhausted kids home that he stopped his freezing hand.
Oscar changed out of his wet Marshal full of holes. His followers and knights were still discussing it happily. It appeared that this snowball sight was also an ancient tradition of Sandenwola area. If winter was a slow old man, then the kids would chase him away with happiness and liveliness.
"This is the last snow in this winter. It's worth celebrating!" the locals said it.
Oscar suddenly understood upon hearing these words. This was indeed a good tradition but the Prince heard that the kids' attack was taught by the parents as well. When their homes were invaded, they would face the incoming enemy just the way they did today. It was only that the snowball would be changed to weapons and happiness would turn into hate and disgust.
"Good kids!" Oscar kept complimenting them until his temporary accommodation was once again filled with yells.


O'Neil Andrew Morisette was born into the Divine Empire of Titan with a silver, no, golden spoon in his mouth. Having been sent to prison at the young age of 5 for being the perpetrator of the biggest scandal of Titan Imperialty, he launched his political career after his release. He could be the Emperor's favorite minister, the Princess's husband, a Prince of the Divine Empire of Titan, or a marshal with tens of thousands of soldiers, but which persona will he choose to identify with?

This is a story of choices, of intrigue, of love. Will O'Neil Andrew Morisette bow to his fate, or will he entangle himself in romance? Where does his destiny lead, and what changes will he bring to the strongest empire in Westland?

In the archery club. Most of its members couldn't use magic at all. Most of the were marksman with either a very weak magic or a pure talented sharpshooter.


Erin, Amy, Andrew, and Benjamin were bow users. They were using a bow as their main weapon.


Zara and I were crossbow users. We were using a crossbow as our main weapon. 


The ones that could use magic were Benjamin, Andrew, Erin, and Myself. Though, in my opinion, if they were given a rifle, they would become a good sniper. They might be better than Garth, but wouldn't be better than Maria's skill. 


"So, what kind of exercise we will do today? Competition or just a quick and easy target hit," Benjamin asked us.


"Competition, who spend their arrow fastest with the most accurate rate, is the winner," Zara said.


"Ok, it will be competition then," Benjamin said as he grabbed his bow from the cabinet.


I grabbed my crossbow from the floor then headed to the backyard of the building.


Benjamin and Zara brought a bunch of arrows into the back yard. There were six round targets with a red circle in the middle. Who hit the circle the most in the fastest time is the winner.


"Well, ladies first," Benjamin said as he put his bow on his back and put six arrows each on each person quiver.


"Ready.. go!!!" Benjamin shouted as the competition started.


The girls started to shoot their arrows in the direction of that red target in the middle. Zara was the slowest of them all, although she was the most accurate because the others were shooting their arrow a bit off the target.


"Ok, I'm done," Amy said as she put her bow on the floor.


"Done," Erin put her bow on the floor.


"Last one," Zara shot her last arrow to the target.


Benjamin approached the target and examined it. Just like I expected, Zara was the most accurate, albeit the slowest of them all.


"Hello," suddenly Garth barged into the room while bringing a large rectangular bag on his back.


I did a face slap, "Who told you to bring that thing?" I asked him as I grabbed the bag from his back.


"Huh? You told Maria to bring it, didn't you?" He said as he left the archery club room.


I opened that black bag, and it contained an AUG A3 HBAR. It's similar to Christine's rifle, although it's longer than hers.


"Hmm, is that the weapon of Charlie?" Zara suddenly asked me while the others were continuing with the competition.


"Charlie, who?" I got surprised since my first life name was Charlie Anderson.


"Charlie Hotel," Zara said to me.


"Charlie Hotel?" I asked her again.


"Yes, she is the hero companion that always covers her face with some sort kind of mask that covers her entire face. Only some people have seen her face," Zara said to me.


Ah, I see. It's a NATO brevity codename. Charlie Hotel is her initial. In short, it is a C and H. The one that she means is Captain Christine Hasslebrown.


"Oh, I see. Why do you know her better than the hero? Do you idolize her?" I asked Zara as I put a 40 round magazine into the rifle.


"Sorta, I just like her crossbow, like the one you are holding there," she said as she pointed her hand to my rifle.


"Crossbow?" I was surprised by her statement.


"Yup, that crossbow can spit out arrows faster than any crossbow in the world," she continued her information.


"Huh??" I narrowed my eyes even further.


"May I try that crossbow of yours?" She leaned her body towards mine.


"Well, first of all. That one person that you were talking about was here a few hours ago. Second, this thing is called a rifle and not a crossbow. Third, why do you like this thing so much?" I explained why I was confused.


"Ok, but still can I borrow it?" She asked me again without listening to me.


"Well, if you insist. Let me show you an example of how to use this thing," I said as I grabbed a magazine from the bag and put it in my pocket.


I went down the range and showed her how to use the rifle. I aimed the rifle down the range after releasing the magazine from the rifle.


"First of all, you have to put this thing called magazine into this rifle," I said as I insert the magazine into the rifle and hit it again, "Make sure it's nice and tight."


"Second of all, this is the charging handle. You have to pull it first in order to make this thing works," I said as I pulled the charging handle.


"Press this button to switch this thing to shoot," I said as I pushed the safety button.


"Finally, this thing is called the trigger. Press it halfway, and you get this," I said as I pulled the trigger halfway.


I pressed the trigger twice, and two bullets were shot from the rifle. "Press this until the back, and you get full auto," I said as I fully pressed the trigger.


My shoulder shook a lot absorbing the violent recoil of the rifle while the brass shell was raining from the rifle. Some of them were covering their ears since that rifle was pretty loud.


The rifle ran out of bullets, and I handed it down to Zara. "Lastly, hold this rifle as strong as you can since the punch of this rifle is way more violent than the crossbow," I said to her.


"Ok," she said as she put the magazine into the rifle and repeat what I did.


"Get a feel of this thing, if you can't control the recoil. Don't force yourself to pull the trigger fully," I said to her.


"Ok," she shot a bullet to the target.


"Ok, now pull the trigger until it's limit," I told her.


"Ok," she said, and she pulled the trigger and the rifle shot in full auto.


The accuracy wasn't good at all. Even it was worse than before, but still, full auto was intended for suppressing fire.


"Ok, how was it?" I asked her.


"The pleasure was indescribable," she said as she put the rifle on her back, imposing like Christine.


"Haha, I see," Benjamin's mouth went agape as I said that.


"Wow, Wilson? How much did you pay for that weapon," Benjamin complimented me.


"It's a secret," I said as I put the rifle back on the bag.


"See you guys," I said as I left the building with the rifle on my back.

Wilson is a servant for the duke's daughter. Little to none known about him. Although something is puzzling about him, perhaps it's his reputation, or maybe it's merely his decency. However, nonetheless, people tend to pretend to be his best friend while wanting to know his secret.

Sorry for my bad English since I'm not a native speaker. [Hiatus For Now]

Dear Shameless Readers,

I already posted the chapters since 2 hours ago. 

Because of yesterday's fiasco, I decided to post chapter 51 (You Thief) first before posting chapter 52 (The White Lotus Bitch).

Yesterday was a disaster. I posted both (49-50) at the same time. On my inkstone account, both of them were labeled as 'PUBLISHED' but unfortunately, chapter 49 was not on the chapter list. It must be a bug. So chapter 50 became chapter 49.

That's the reason why 'My Lovely MinDe' was posted few times as chapter 49 because I deleted and reuploaded the chapters hoping that it will show on the chapter list the next upload. 

But I failed. So I could only wait for chapter 49 to be published officially before posting chapter 50.

Luckily, my editor's suggestion worked. 

And now, I also used this process on chapter 51-52.

 I waited... And waited... And waited... BUT I COULD NOT SEE IT ON THE CHAPTER LIST. 

SO I DELETED CHAPTER 51. 

Once again, I posted the chapters 51-52. But this time,  I posted both at the same time. 

But sad to say HISTORY REPEATS ITSELF. 

Chapter 51 got axed and chapter 52 became chapter 51.

Some of you saw it right? 'The white lotus bitch' was posted as chapter 51.

I immediately deleted the chapter.

I also tried to change the content of chapter 52 that was published with chapter 51 but ayeee... It still did not work. I could not open the chapter after changing the content. 

I can't post chapter 52 because it's useless. It will just turn into chapter 51. So all I can do now is wait for chapter 51 to be published officially or wait for that stupid bug to die.

If I could just slap it with my slippers, I would've done that. 

I am not the only one experiencing this error. Almost all of the original novel authors were banging webnovel's door. Hahahaha.  Dang it. It's on the forum. 

I suggest you read this novel temporarily on Wattpad. 

Here is the link  ----->  https://www.wattpad.com/story/145452283-the-witch-ceo-is-not-a-demoness

Same Title. Same Author. 

Sorry for the inconvenience guys. Let's just hope QI webnovel could fix this ASAP. 

I hope you could read this note. I dunno if I could publish this one. I hope so.

Edited:

[This note went through?! Gosh!! So unfair!! 

If you are using your phone or a computer, there's no need to install wattpad. Use your browser. It could be Firefox, opera mini, uc browser, google chrome, etc.

According to webnovel admins, someone posted abusive korean words so they had to 'ban' the account or something. Just read the rest on the forum.

It's already 1:42 am here in my place. So imma gonna say bye bye and sleep.]


Yours truly, 

Shameless Author

High bun, eyeglasses, long sleeve shirt and plaited skirt. Dressed so strictly, FengJiu reached 28 without having any intimate interaction with men. 

At an early age, being an orphan, FengJiu dedicated herself on taking good care of her grandfather and their business, choosing to live a life different from a normal teenager. 

Now, as the CEO of Feng International, people view her as a stoic woman without emotions. Deep inside, FengJiu is like any other women, want to experience the beauty of life and romance. 

Due to the pressure of her grandfather in her marriage, FengJiu decided to let herself experience the life of a single woman without worries before tying the knot (marriage). For the first time in her life, she got drunk and party all night.

Huh? Why is she naked? Eh? Ehh?!

"Woman, after eating me dry, you have to take responsibility." a shameless man said. 

In an instant, she became his 'sugar mommy'.

What?! This shameless NEET whom she 'adopted' is the owner of Lu Corporation, her enemy?! 

Before she could escape, she got tied on the bed. 

"Woman, you better chose wisely. You will marry me or I will marry you?"

She strictly rejects him after knowing everything but every inch of her body craves for him otherwise. 

(N.E.E.T.- Not in Education, Employment or Training aka Unemployed)

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