The book is about the sri nithyananda paramashivam and the autobiography of the avatar

In the blink of an eye, the new season had already begun more than a fortnight ago. Nottingham Forest's results were one win, one draw, and one loss. This was a mediocre result, and nobody knew how to evaluate it.
Twain could hardly get any information about Nottingham Forest unless he went online, as he was in America now.
During this fortnight, he completed another massive task; his second autobiography was finally done, and it was being published at the same time all over the world. Twain had announced that this would be his last autobiography. Since he had already retired, what else would there be for him to write about?
This autobiography talked about Twain's whole managerial career. The difference between this and the previous autobiography was that his time with the national team took up a large portion of it this time. At the same time, this was his first time talking about the details about him leaving Nottingham Forest, even though the media had already dug out most of the information about that.
Next, he flew to Los Angeles with Teresa to participate in a book-signing event for his latest autobiography there. After that, he met up with a few Hollywood stars and directors after an introduction by Shania and his good friends, Beckham and Tom Cruise, to discuss another major event--an autobiographical movie. This movie would be produced by Tom Cruise's United Artists Studios. Twain and Shania also donated a huge sum of money. It was an autobiographical movie, after all, so it was not completely commercialized and there was no need to expect too much in terms of ticket sales. It was mainly for audiences who liked Twain. If one wanted to watch the story of the most arrogant and most successful manager in the footballing world on the big screen, then this was a movie that must not be missed. As for whether he was popular amongst the viewers… that was not important.
In truth, it was Twain using his own money and the help of his friends to complete a small wish of his--making a movie out of the story of his life.
As the producer, Cruise thought that this was good material for a sports movie. This was because it accurately reflected the football culture in England.
However, the media provided a different view after catching wind of this news.
"…Arguing with his opponents, full of vulgarities, going against the Football Association, criticizing the referee, arrogance, causing trouble everywhere… I really worry about the effects of this movie on kids when it's made. Anyway, I'll not be allowing my son to watch this movie in the theatres!"
"This piece of news shattered the last trace of good feeling I had for him because of the World Cup… The thought of seeing his face on the big screens sounds like a tragedy to me…"
Cruise did not mind the criticism of the media. In fact, that was the exact effect that he wanted. As a controversial character in the sports world, Twain's presence brought along voices of differing opinions everywhere he went. This was his advantage as he was able to attract enough attention. The producing studios had already witnessed the power of this advantage. The movie had not even started to be made yet, and there were many calls from different media sources asking for an interview with the studios. Many other media sources became free advertising for it, too.
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"As a movie that's planned to be about 100 minutes long, we'll definitely not be able to show the full 15 years of your managerial career. Therefore, we'll have to take certain parts…" The United Artists Studios' producer was telling Twain about his ideas for this movie. Tom Cruise, the boss of United Artists, was accompanying Twain and Shania by their side as their good friend. "This won't just be purely a sports movie. We wish to express some thinking about soccer as a sport."
"We've read your two autobiographies thoroughly," Next to the producer's hand were the two autobiographies by Twain. The one below was the first autobiography that Twain had published after 10 years of managing, "Ten years". The book below was the latest new autobiography that was being published at the same time all over the world, "Champion". "We think that the story that is most suited to be made into a movie is your first season in Forest, or should we say, half a season. It was very dramatic, and at the same time, it provokes thought… I love Shankly's quote, "Some people think football is a matter of life and death. I don't like that attitude. I can assure them it is more serious than that". I think what you experienced during that half-season was proof and introspection of that quote…"
It was a good thing that this producer was Scottish and not an American, who knew nothing about football. Otherwise, the movie would bear no resemblance to the real thing. Even though there were no good players from Scotland, there were many good managers from that country. He had some pretty good insights regarding a movie that featured a manager as the main lead.
Twain, who had been listening quietly all this while, suddenly interrupted him. "Sorry, can I ask you a question? Did you just say you want to use the second half of the 2002-2003 season as the base for the movie?"
"That's right!" The producer replied. "Even though your team failed in their bid to win the title, but that's okay. We can list out all your achievements during the end credits of the movie…" He thought that Twain was worried that the eventual failure at the end of that season would not be able to satisfy the audience.
Little did he know that Twain was worried about something else.
He stroked his chin in consideration for a while before shaking his head and saying, "I'm afraid I have to discuss this with someone…"
Tom Cruise looked at Shania next to Twain and she could only smile at him helplessly. She did not know what had gotten into Twain.
"Okay then, we'll do this again next time…" Cruise looked at the producer, who was going off to get his car, then turned back and asked Twain, "How long are you going to stay here, Tony?"
"Don't worry, we'll be here for quite some time."
When the producer drove the car over, Cruise gave Twain and Shania a hug before saying goodbye to them. After he left, Shania asked Twain, "Who are you going to discuss the movie with?"
"An old friend." Twain smiled at Shania. "An old friend whom I've not seen for many years… I wonder if he still remembers me."
"Do you want me to go with you?" Shania asked as she lay within Twain's embrace.
"No, it has been too long. I'm afraid that it might become awkward. "Twain patted Shania's shoulder gently.
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Their young daughter was chasing butterflies on the lawn, exclaiming in joy here and there while Fiona Bernard was seated on the white lawn chair, reading her magazine and asking her daughter to lower her voice occasionally.
"Shannon, keep it down, you'll disturb the neighbors!"
"Don't dirty your skirt. I just washed that yesterday."
Her daughter's voice was reminding her mother what she was doing. If she did not make a sound, then something would be wrong.
Now, Fiona could feel that something was wrong, as her daughter was no longer making a sound. She dropped her magazine and looked up to search for her daughter. She found her on the lawn, shyly looking at a strange man standing outside their door.
That man was in a dark suit, wearing sunglasses, and he was standing right outside the door, which reached his waist.
"We don't need a vacuum cleaner or whatever you're selling…" She stood up and walked to where her daughter was, grabbing hold of her.
"Madam, I'm not here to sell you anything. May I know if this is Michael Bernard's place?" That man asked politely.
Fiona nodded.
A smile broke out on the face of the man in front of her and he removed his sunglasses, placing them in his shirt pocket. "Hello, Madam. We've met once, but you might not remember me anymore. My name is Tony Twain, and I'm a long-time friend of your husband's.
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When Michael returned home from work, he realized that there was a pair of man's shoes at the door.
"We have a guest?" he asked his wife, who came to receive him.
"A friend of yours," Fiona said as she took her husband's coat and suitcase.
"My friend?" Michael changed his shoes as he thought about who it might be. Could it be that bank executive he met at the golf club? Or maybe the lawyer he met when he went fishing the other time… But he was stunned when he entered the living room and saw who it was.
"Hi Michael," Twain stood up and greeted Michael Bernard.
Michael looked at the man in front of him in shock for a long while before muttering, "To-Tony? Why are you… why are you here?"
"Good thing you didn't move, otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to find you." Twain laughed as he said, "Actually, I have a place in Los Angeles, too. I'll come over here to keep my wife, Shania, company sometimes, you know about that, don't you? I'm very sorry that I haven't come to see you all this while, because… Um, I was worried that I wouldn't know what to say when I met you." He shrugged, then shook his head and sighed. However, he smiled again shortly and said, "I'm glad to see that you have such a cute and beautiful daughter now."
Shannon was holding on to her mother's skirt as she stayed close to her. She looked at her daddy and the stranger with much curiosity.
"Actually, I came to look for you because of Gavin…"
The Bernard couple shuddered when Twain said this name.
Later, Twain told the two of them his reason for coming and hoped to get an answer from them. Ever since he reached Michael's place and saw pictures of Gavin all over the place, Twain felt that he made the right decision to come. Little Gavin still held a very important place in Michael and his wife's hearts.
Since he was going to bring the incident involving Gavin to the big screens, he definitely had to seek his family's approval.
If he was being honest, Twain thought that Michael's wife would object violently. He even prepared to get a scolding from her, but he did not expect Fiona to take a look at Michael, then stand up and walk away, saying, "I'll go make dinner."
Next, Michael examined Twain for a long time before saying, "I heard that you've retired."
Twain nodded.
"Why retire?"
"Erm… I have nothing to fight for anymore. I guess I'm tired…"
Michael laughed, "Who would have thought that the arrogant Tony Twain would feel tired, too? Too bad… The World Cup final was very exciting."
Twain was a little surprised to hear him say that. "I thought you stopped watching football? Didn't you cut all ties with football?"
"I can still watch the match on television."
Twain stole a glance at the kitchen, "Your wife…"
"I told her everything. Come to think of it, I have to thank you, Tony."
"Thank me?" Twain did not know what Michael meant.
"Thank you for sending me tickets for every final. It wasn't until the European Cup final before I realized that I could never leave football…" Michael sighed. "Even though I won't watch matches live at the stadium now, I don't have to think of football as a terrifying devil. I have finally found peace… Do you know, Tony? If you had asked about this two years ago, we would definitely have not agreed to it. Gavin is like a stone in our hearts that we cannot put down, and it was getting harder for us to handle it. Now…" He shrugged. "We'll allow you to bring the story of Gavin to the big screens. I believe this will be a kind of consolation to Gavin."
This was the answer that Twain wanted, and he was very happy about it. Out of reflex, he reached out, looking to shake Michael's hand, but he did not expect Michael to give him a high five instead.
"Don't treat me as a negotiation partner. Do you remember how we met, Tony?"
Twain laughed as he heard him say that. "Of course. That's a piece of beautiful memory…"
Twain gave Shania a call that night, telling her that he would be staying at Michael's place and would not be going home that night. He reminded her and Teresa to rest earlier, then he continued to chat with Michael, all the way until late at night. Ever since Michael had left England in 2003, they had not talked to each other so amicably. Even though they did not drink a single drop of alcohol, they were flushed with excitement, as if they were both drunk.
They would laugh for a while, then cry for a while. The two of them were in their fifties, yet they were behaving like youngsters then. Thinking of how fast the past decade passed for them, they could not help but reminisce about it. When the two of them first met, they were enemies who fought with each other. At that time, the two of them never thought that they could ever sit and chat like this one day.
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The next morning, Twain said goodbye to Michael, his wife, and their daughter, Shannon, then took the car back home.
Next, Twain gave the producer a call to agree to his proposal and gave him the go-ahead. There was nothing else he needed to say, as there was someone more professional than him taking charge of it, so he had no need to worry about it. All he needed to do was to be an extra for some scenes and enjoy himself--that was all.
What was left was some miscellaneous stuff, such as signing the contract. When all these were done, Twain was enjoying the company of his wife and daughter at his home in Los Angeles, when he saw the calendar and suddenly realized that it was almost 9th September.
His fiftieth birthday was coming soon.


This is a story about the pursuit of victory.

— "I subscribe only to the theory of victory. I only pursue victory. As long as I am able to obtain victory, I don’t care if it’s total football or counterattack. What is the ultimate goal of professional soccer? In my opinion, it is victory, and the pinnacle of victory is to become the champions. I am a manager. If I don’t wish to lose my job or be forgotten by the people, there’s only one path for me to take, and that is to lead the team in obtaining victories, in obtaining championship titles!”

The main character was not well-liked by people.

— “⋯We conducted a survey which had been deemed by Manager Tony Twain as extremely meaningless. In a random street survey conducted, ninety-three percent of those surveyed chose the option ‘I hate Tony Twain’, while only seven percent chose the option ‘This person is rather decent, I like him’. It is worth noting that nobody chose the option ‘Who is Tony Twain? I don’t know him’. Mark, do you know why Manager Twain felt that our survey was very meaningless?” Parker, a reporter from <The Daily Telegraph> laughed loudly and said when he was being interviewed by BBC.

But there were also people who were madly in love with him.

— “⋯ Became the spokesperson of world-wide famous clothing brands, shot advertisements, frequented the fashion industry’s award ceremonies, endorsed electronic games, has a supermodel girlfriend. His earnings from advertisements exceed his club salary by seventeen times, owns a special column in various print medias, publishing his autobiography (in progress), and is even said that he is planning to shoot an inspirational film based off his own person experiences! Who can tell me which part of his life experiences is worthy of being called ‘inspirational’? Hold on⋯. Are you all thinking that I’m referring to David Beckham? You’re sorely mistaken! I’m talking about Manager Tony Twain⋯.”

He was very knowledgeable about Chinese soccer.

— “⋯ I’ve heard about it, that Bora gifted four books to his manager Mr. Zhu before your country’s national team’s warm up match. After which, the team lost 1:3 to a nameless American team from Major League Soccer. The new excuse that Mr. Zhu gave for losing the match, was that Bora gifted “books” (‘books’ and ‘lose’ are homophones in the Chinese language). Here, I recommend that you guys find out what that one specific book is. Which book? Of course the one that caused you all to score a goal. After that, tell me the title of the book. Before every match, I will gift ten copies of that same book to you. In that case, won’t you all be able to get a triumphant 10:0 win over your opponents every time?” An excerpt taken from Tony Twain’s special column in a certain famous Chinese sports newspaper.

The first memory that I have? It was my own birth, no I wasn't crying like most babies. I was calm and collected, and I didn't even know what those words mean, but that was just how I am. I knew I had a sister, but I came first, so I AM the oldest! hahahaha! My name is Proteos Kritikah by the way.

My sister's name is Lucine, the Princess of the Kritikah clan. She likes to act like she's more mature than me, but that's just because I'm older and she knows it. Anyway, when she came next, she cried for a bit, until she noticed that I wasn't crying. She immediately stopped, and she knew, oh yeah, she knew that she lost hehehehe!

Sadly that was only one of my few wins. For the next 6 months, we couldn't talk yet, so the both of us communicated via expressions and sounds. After her loss to me, we made a bet to see who can start talking first. I tried my best, but she beat me by 1 month! 1 MONTH!!! Are you kidding me! I had to suffer her gloating for 1 fucking month! Hmph! For a gentleman's revenge, 10 years is not too long. I got the upper hand though, I started reading first just before we turned 1 muahaha! of course, for a gentleman such as I, I only gave her a smirk. Revenge truly is sweet.

The next day, I was going to start my session of reading books out loud around her, but Damnit, she took my book and started reading! Uguu!!! I almost coughed out blood. I don't care what you think, that was still a win in my book, since I was the first one to show my reading skill. After that I knew I couldn't win against her anymore, so I started learning more about the world I live in. 

There are nine realms in the world, each separated by a veil. In the past there was no way to travel between the nine realms, that is until the Kuroma reached the level of supreme in magic. The highest 
state one can reach in one's class. Kuroma then spent years researching to create doorways between realms. I wondered how he knew that there were "realms" other than ours. I looked more into his biographies, which was countless, well okay just 15 books, not a lot. He did do an autobiography though, which was neat! why would he write his own autobiography? Best way to let people know his achievements, I guess. So I read the 15 biographies first, and I found something which I thought was weird, In those 15 books, all of them were missing a big part of his life! They were missing everything from the birth to his 60s, they all started at age 63, when he appeared during the coronation of my grandfather to present a gift. At the time he was only a Master Mage, whatever the gift was, none of the 15 books elaborated. I will have to ask father later. Kuroma accomplished great things for a decade and stayed in the spotlight, which is covered by the biographies, he then disappeared for 2 decades, before coming back with the creation of the "Doorway of Realms". He died few years ago at the age of 207, still quite young for his state as he could have lived for a millennium. Unsurprisingly it shocked all of the nine realms. Numerous experts and royal families from all nine realms came just for his funeral, some I have heard great things off of late. Now were here, about to read his autobiography, but mother is coming with my food. I will be back after I've read it.



Proteos Kritikah
Day 1 of writing practice

The journey of the twin offspring of the realms king.

***** Warning!!! Hobby?!  I will try to write 1 chapter every 2-3 days. Don't quote me on that... or you can idc. I'll accept any advise or criticism on the comments! thank you very much!*****

After handing a few Sickles over to Fred and George we continued random shops now really buying anything. Outside an old shop that sold used and stained robes, we found Percy sitting down reading a book called Prefects Who Gained Power. 

He looks over his book at Ron scanning us as well. "Go away please." 

Ron scoffs and I just smile "Why are you all alone reading a book on a day out with your family? Even Hermione doesn't do that and she was the second-best first-year." I say the last sentence while grinning at Hermione who is already glaring at me. Ron openly chuckles while I see Harry hide his laugh. 

Percy rolls his eyes and I hear him say 'childish' under his breath. He sighs "I can not be distracted from my goal… even for a moment." He goes back to his book ignoring us.

I shrug and Ron's face twitches as he ushers us away. "' Course, he's very ambitious, Percy, he's got it all planned out… he wants to be Minister of Magic…" He says in a spiteful tone under his breath. 

A wry smile shows on my face "It sounds like you don't want him to succeed."

Ron sighs "I want him to succeed, but it feels like he is pushing away from us. His family. Because we will harm his chances."

I put my hand on his shoulder "Wow Ron, that's probably the most insightful thing you've ever said. And very out of character."

He shoves me away a bit while Harry and Hermione laugh. "Sorry, let's go get our books, it's best to get the shopping done now."

We went to Flourish and Blotts to get our books stopping at small side places along the way. There were a few small stalls I liked, mainly the sweets, chocolate is still my favorite so far.

The bookstore was crowded with people all making a fuss to get in. Above the big show window of the store was a sign.

GILDEROY LOCKHART
Will be signing copies of his autobiography
MAGICAL ME 
Today 1230-430

My shoulders droop seeing how annoying it will be to get our books today… why today? I just watch the middle-aged witches clamoring to get in while a tired-looking wizard tried to get them orderly. Then possibly the worst words I could possibly hear come out of Hermione's mouth.

"We can actually meet him!" Hermione squealed in joy. "I mean, he's written almost the whole booklist!"

I roll my eyes "Ah, yes all of those overpriced books, how fantastic." I say sarcastically. Hermione gives me a hmph as she pushes through the crowd of witches so we can get our books.

The line wound through the isles to the very back so it was squeezing through most of the time. We each grabbed a copy of Standard Book of Spells, Grade 2 and snuck to the front of the line where Ron and Hermione's parents were standing. 

"Oh, there you are, good, good. We'll be able to see him soon…" She sounded much too excited for this but oh well, not my wife. 

Gilderoy Lockhart came slowly into view, seated at a table surrounded by large pictures of his own face, all winking and flashing dazzlingly white teeth at the crowd. The real Lockhart was wearing robes of forget me not blue that exactly matched his eyes; his pointed wizard's hat was set at a jaunty angle on his wavy hair.

His appearance made me want to sigh from exhaustion, how much effort does that take every morning? Not a single wrinkle could be found on his robes and his hair perfectly stayed.

A short man was hopping from place to place taking photographs with a magical camera that emitted puffs of purple smoke with every flash of light. 

"Out of the way." He snarled at Ron trying to shove his way past. I shoved him before he could step on Ron which surprised the short man. "This is for the Daily Prophet, young man." He said in a rude ton. 

I step in front of Ron with a cold glare "Does it look like I care at all? Go around." I speak the last words slowly. 

The short man looked like he wanted to talk back but seeing Gilderoy look in our direction he stopped and took more pictures. Gilderoy locked eyes with me then with Harry and blanked out for a second.

"It can't be, is that THE, Harry Potter?" He said in surprise, the crowed parting between the two while whispering loudly.

Lockhart quickly grabbed Harry by the arm and brought him to the front of the crowd. The crowd burst into applause. Harry's face was dyed red like a tomato, I look over and see Ron looks annoyed while Hermione looks infatuated. I chuckle a bit at the absurdity of the moment.

The reporter from the Daily Prophet was madly taking pictures as Harry put on a horrible fake smile. 

"Ladies and gentlemen," he said loudly, waving for quiet. "What an extraordinary moment this is! The perfect moment for me to make a little announcement I've been sitting on for some time!

"When young Harry here stepped into Flourish and Blotts today, he only wanted to buy my autobiography—which I shall be happy to present him now, free of charge—" The crowd applauded again. "He had no idea," He shakes Harry aggressively as he smiles at him.

"that he would shortly be getting much, much more than my book, Magical Me. He and his schoolmates will, in fact, be getting the real magical me. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I have great pleasure and pride in announcing that this September, I will be taking up the post of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!"

It clicks in my head, 'No wonder we have so many books written by him in the curriculum, he is the teacher and the books are all for one class. Wow, how narcissistic and greedy to make your own students buy your own book.' The crowd cheered loudly at his announcement however, ever Mrs. Weasley and Hermione.

As fast as Gilderoy pushes some books onto Harry he also pushes him away making him stumble over near Ginny. It's too loud to hear him but I see him mumble something and put the books he got into her cauldron with a blushed face.

My eyebrows raise. 'Progress.'

Dementors are personified depression, soul-devouring creatures with little intelligence. What would you do if you woke up in the body of one?

2 chapters a week Monday and Thursday

Arnold Alois Schwarzenegger (/ˈʃvɑːrtsnɛɡər/;[1][a] German: [ˈaʁnɔlt ˈʃvaʁtsn̩ˌʔɛɡɐ]; born July 30, 1947) is an Austrian-American politician, actor, filmmaker, businessman, author, and former professional bodybuilder.[2] He served as the 38th Governor of California from 2003 to 2011. As of 2019, he is the most recent Republican governor of California.

Schwarzenegger began lifting weights at the age of 15. He won the Mr. Universe title at age 20 and went on to win the Mr. Olympia contest seven times, remaining a prominent presence in bodybuilding and writing many books and articles on the sport. The Arnold Sports Festival, considered the second most important professional bodybuilding event in recent years,[3] is named after him. He is widely considered to be one of the greatest bodybuilders of all time, as well as the sport's most charismatic ambassador.[4]

Schwarzenegger gained worldwide fame as a Hollywood action film icon. His breakthrough film was the sword-and-sorcery epic Conan the Barbarian in 1982, a box-office hit that resulted in a sequel.[5] In 1984, he appeared in the title role of James Cameron's critically and commercially successful science-fiction thriller film The Terminator. He subsequently played a similar Terminator character in most of the franchise's later installments, Terminator 2: Judgment Day (1991), Terminator 3: Rise of the Machines (2003), Terminator Genisys (2015),[5][6][7] and Terminator: Dark Fate (2019). He has appeared in a number of other successful films, such as Commando (1985), The Running Man (1987), Predator (1987), Twins (1988), Total Recall (1990), Kindergarten Cop (1990), and True Lies (1994). Schwarzenegger married Maria Shriver, a niece of the 35th U.S. President John F. Kennedy and daughter of the 1972 Democratic vice presidential candidate and former Ambassador to France Sargent Shriver, in 1986. They separated in 2011 after he admitted to having fathered a child with another woman in 1997;[8] the divorce was finalized in 2017.

As a Republican, Schwarzenegger was first elected on October 7, 2003, in a special recall election to replace then-Governor Gray Davis. He was sworn in on November 17, to serve the remainder of Davis' term. He was then re-elected in the 2006 California gubernatorial election, to serve a full term as governor.[9] In 2011, he completed his second term as governor and returned to acting. Schwarzenegger was nicknamed "the Austrian Oak" in his bodybuilding days, "Arnie" or "Schwarzy" during his acting career, "The Governator" (a portmanteau of "Governor" and "Terminator") during his political career, and is commonly known in Japan as "Shuwa-chan" (シュワちゃん).


Early


Arnold Alois Schwarzenegger was born on July 30, 1947 in Thal, Styria[10] to Aurelia (née Jadrny; 1922–1998) and Gustav Schwarzenegger (1907–1972). His father was the local chief of police and had served in World War II as a Hauptfeldwebel after voluntarily joining the Nazi Party in 1938.[11] He was wounded in the Battle of Stalingrad,[12] but was discharged in 1943 following a bout of malaria. He married Schwarzenegger's mother on October 20, 1945; he was 38 and she was 23. According to Arnold Schwarzenegger, his parents were very strict: "Back then in Austria it was a very different world ... if we did something bad or we disobeyed our parents, the rod was not spared."[13] He grew up in a Catholic family who attended Mass every Sunday.[14][15]

Gustav had a preference for his elder son, Meinhard, over Arnold.[16] His favoritism was "strong and blatant", which stemmed from unfounded suspicion that Arnold was not his biological child.[17] Schwarzenegger has said that his father had "no patience for listening or understanding your problems."[14] He had a good relationship with his mother and kept in touch with her until her death.[18] In later life, he commissioned the Simon Wiesenthal Center to research his father's wartime record, which came up with no evidence of Gustav being involved in atrocities, despite his membership in the Nazi Party and Sturmabteilung (SA).[16] Gustav's background received wide press attention during the 2003 California recall campaign.[19]

At school, Schwarzenegger was reportedly academically average, but stood out for his "cheerful, good-humored, and exuberant" character.[14] Money was a problem in their household; Schwarzenegger recalled that one of the highlights of his youth was when the family bought a refrigerator.[17] As a boy, he played several sports, heavily influenced by his father.[14] He picked up his first barbell in 1960, when his soccer coach took his team to a local gym.[10] At the age of 14, he chose bodybuilding over soccer as a career.[5][6] He later said, "I actually started weight training when I was 15, but I'd been participating in sports, like soccer, for years, so I felt that although I was slim, I was well-developed, at least enough so that I could start going to the gym and start olympic lifting."[13] However, his official website biography claims that "at 14, he started an intensive training program with Dan Farmer, studied psychology at 15 (to learn more about the power of mind over body) and at 17, officially started his competitive career."[20] During a speech in 2001, he said, "My own plan formed when I was 14 years old. My father had wanted me to be a police officer like he was. My mother wanted me to go to trade school."[21]

Schwarzenegger took to visiting a gym in Graz, where he also frequented the local movie theaters to see bodybuilding idols such as Reg Park, Steve Reeves, and Johnny Weissmuller on the big screen.[13] When Reeves died in 2000, Schwarzenegger fondly remembered him: "As a teenager, I grew up with Steve Reeves. His remarkable accomplishments allowed me a sense of what was possible when others around me didn't always understand my dreams. Steve Reeves has been part of everything I've ever been fortunate enough to achieve." In 1961, Schwarzenegger met former Mr. Austria Kurt Marnul, who invited him to train at the gym in Graz.[10] He was so dedicated as a youngster that he broke into the local gym on weekends, so that he could train even when it was closed. "It would make me sick to miss a workout... I knew I couldn't look at myself in the mirror the next morning if I didn't do it." When Schwarzenegger was asked about his first movie experience as a boy, he replied: "I was very young, but I remember my father taking me to the Austrian theaters and seeing some newsreels. The first real movie I saw, that I distinctly remember, was a John Wayne movie."[13]

Schwarzenegger's brother, Meinhard, died in a car crash on May 20, 1971.[10] He was driving drunk and died instantly. Schwarzenegger did not attend his funeral. Meinhard was engaged to Erika Knapp, and they had a three-year-old son named Patrick. Schwarzenegger paid for Patrick's education and helped him to move to the U.S.[17] Gustav died on December 13, 1972, from a stroke.[10] In Pumping Iron, Schwarzenegger claimed that he did not attend his father's funeral because he was training for a bodybuilding contest. Later, he and the film's producer said this story was taken from another bodybuilder to show the extremes some would go to for their sport and to make Schwarzenegger's image colder to create controversy for the film.[22] However, Barbara Baker, his first serious girlfriend, recalled that he informed her of his father's death without emotion and that he never spoke of his brother.[23] Over time, he has given at least three versions of why he was absent from his father's funeral.[17]

In an interview with Fortune in 2004, Schwarzenegger told how he suffered what "would now be called child abuse" at the hands of his father: "My hair was pulled. I was hit with belts. So was the kid next door. It was just the way it was. Many of the children I've seen were broken by their parents, which was the German-Austrian mentality. They didn't want to create an individual. It was all about conforming. I was one who did not conform, and whose will could not be broken. Therefore, I became a rebel. Every time I got hit, and every time someone said, 'You can't do this,' I said, 'This is not going to be for much longer because I'm going to move out of here. I want to be rich. I want to be somebody.'"[11]

Schwarzenegger served in the Austrian Army in 1965 to fulfill the one year of service required at the time of all 18-year-old Austrian males.[10][20] During his army service, he won the Junior Mr. Europe contest.[6] He went AWOL during basic training so he could take part in the competition and then spent a week in military prison: "Participating in the competition meant so much to me that I didn't carefully think through the consequences." He entered another bodybuilding contest in Graz, at Steirerhof Hotel, where he placed second. He was voted "best-built man of Europe", which made him famous in bodybuilding circles. "The Mr. Universe title was my ticket to America—the land of opportunity, where I could become a star and get rich."[21] Schwarzenegger made his first plane trip in 1966, attending the NABBA Mr. Universe competition in London.[20] He would come in second in the Mr. Universe competition, not having the muscle definition of American winner Chester Yorton.[20]

Charles "Wag" Bennett, one of the judges at the 1966 competition, was impressed with Schwarzenegger and he offered to coach him. As Schwarzenegger had little money, Bennett invited him to stay in his crowded family home above one of his two gyms in Forest Gate, London. Yorton's leg definition had been judged superior, and Schwarzenegger, under a training program devised by Bennett, concentrated on improving the muscle definition and power in his legs. Staying in the East End of London helped Schwarzenegger improve his rudimentary grasp of the English language.[24][25] Living with the Bennetts also changed him as a person: "Being with them made me so much more sophisticated. When you're the age I was then, you're always looking for approval, for love, for attention and also for guidance. At the time, I wasn't really aware of that. But now, looking back, I see that the Bennett family fulfilled all those needs. Especially my need to be the best in the world. To be recognized and to feel unique and special. They saw that I needed that care and attention and love."[26]

Also in 1966, while at Bennett's home, Schwarzenegger had the opportunity to meet childhood idol Reg Park, who became his friend and mentor.[26][27] The training paid off and, in 1967, Schwarzenegger won the title for the first time, becoming the youngest ever Mr. Universe at the age of 20.[20] He would go on to win the title a further three times.[6] Schwarzenegger then flew back to Munich, where he attended a business school and worked in a health club (Rolf Putziger's gym, where he worked and trained from 1966 to 1968), returning in 1968 to London to win his next Mr. Universe title.[20] He frequently told Roger C. Field, his English coach and friend in Munich at that time, "I'm going to become the greatest actor!"[28]

Schwarzenegger, who dreamed of moving to the U.S. since the age of 10, and saw bodybuilding as the avenue through which to do so,[29] realized his dream by moving to the United States in October 1968 at the age of 21, speaking little English.[6][10] There he trained at Gold's Gym in Venice, Los Angeles, California, under Joe Weider's supervision. From 1970 to 1974, one of Schwarzenegger's weight training partners was Ric Drasin, a professional wrestler who designed the original Gold's Gym logo in 1973.[30] Schwarzenegger also became good friends with professional wrestler Superstar Billy Graham. In 1970, at age 23, he captured his first Mr. Olympia title in New York, and would go on to win the title a total of seven times.[20]

The immigration law firm Siskind & Susser has stated that Schwarzenegger may have been an illegal immigrant at some point in the late 1960s or early 1970s because of violations in the terms of his visa.[31] LA Weekly would later say in 2002 that Schwarzenegger is the most famous immigrant in America, who "overcame a thick Austrian accent and transcended the unlikely background of bodybuilding to become the biggest movie star in the world in the 1990s".[29]

In 1977, Schwarzenegger's autobiography/weight-training guide Arnold: The Education of a Bodybuilder became a huge success.[10] In 1977 he posed for the gay magazine After Dark.[32][33] Due to taking an assortment of courses at Santa Monica College in California (including English classes), as well as further upper division classes at the University of California, Los Angeles as part of UCLA's extension program, Schwarzenegger had by then accumulated enough credits so as to be "within striking distance" of graduation. In 1979 he enrolled in the University of Wisconsin–Superior as a distance education student, completing most of his coursework by correspondence and flying out to Superior in order to meet professors and take final exams. In May 1980, he formally graduated and received his bachelor's degree in business administration and marketing. He got his United States citizenship in 1983.[34]

Schwarzenegger said that during this time he encountered a friend who told him he was teaching Transcendental Meditation (TM), which prompted Schwarzenegger to reveal that he had been struggling with anxiety for the first time in his life: "Even today, I still benefit from [the year of TM] because I don't merge and bring things together and see everything as one big problem."[35]

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I just had a wonderful dream about my wife and my family, their happy faces just smiling so brightly.
Then I woke up and was instantly hit with dread, I was quickly reminded that I was blind.

—-

My mother is a brilliant scientist, one of the smartest.
I just wish she would stop referring to me as "The Pet Project."

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My little boy is such a mama's boy, he is such a cry baby.
Perhaps killing his mother in front of him may have been a factor.

—-

I got me a good deal on a five-person family dining set.
I like how one chair is made from the baby and the dog.

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"Yo, it's your boy!"
"On today's episode we are going to learn to skin a pig, and today's little piggy will be fellow tuber Jackson49love!"

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After an entire lifetime of being deaf, I finally can hear someone's voice.
"Greetings, welcome to hell!" the devil said to me.

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I love writing my books.
With my autobiography I decided to make even more personal, by using my own blood.

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I woke up to the sound of a noise of something breaking.
I realized I had gotten my head stuck in the bars of my upper bunk bed.

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Me and my friends are making a found footage film.
Except they don't know I'm the one that's making them disappear.

A series of two sentence horror stories all written by BenjiG. You can also see these on Reddit under Abared

The summer went by uneventfully I had prevented and stolen dobby (this right hand of mine gah!) and our own had finally come to deliver us our new school lists For a few minutes there was silence as they all read their letters. It told him to catch the Hogwarts Express as usual from King's Cross station on September first. There was also a list of the new books he'd need for the coming year.
SECOND YEAR STUDENTS WILL REQUIRE:
The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 2 by Miranda Goshawk
Break with a Banshee by Gilderoy Lockhart
Gadding with Ghouls by Gilderoy Lockhart
Holidays with Hags by Gilderoy Lockhart
Travels with Trolls by Gilderoy Lockhart
Voyages with Vampires by Gilderoy Lockhart
Wanderings with Werewolves by Gilderoy Lockhart
Year with the Yeti by Gilderoy Lockhart
Ryan had already explained that Lockhart was a fraud he had previously bought some books and shown them all the errors in them I mean it says he fought a ghost with a blasting curse? and cured a werewolf with some voodoo. which they have no cures unless it's in my shop so goodluck with that. there was messed up timelines that overlapped and just random bullshit I had compiled a complete list of things and was saving it. I wanted to see how bad this idiot could mess up class and basically it gives me a free study period and I can just let Harry suffer we can do solo practices later I'm planning on teaching them all patronus this year and some of the darker curses like bone breakers and ribbon cutters gotta be one of my favorites each one of the kids had a good standing in hand to hand and could probably take on some adults and their dueling and fighting skills were tons better than all their peers Luna was practically untouchable unless you did something unorthodox Harry was a prodigy in combat with his fast reflexes and quick thinking he gave as good as he got. Daphne was dangerous and methodical with almost surgical precision you slip up once and you are screwed. we had to work a bit on Neville and Hermione. Neville was still working up his courage and getting used to his wand he wasn't allowed to duel until he had it mastered after a while of struggling to force magic out of his own wand a basic stunner now knocked someone out for a good hour if he wasn't carful he was too op. and Hermione just did things by the book which fails miserably. I'm planning on teaching them all some basic wand less and wordless spells mostly summoning and lumos and maybe stunning. the harder the spell is to use the greater the difficulty for wand less Luna is pretty good I've been teaching her since we were kids. tonks was meh she would be great if it wasn't for her tripping over things. anyway it was time for school shopping. They stopped by gringotts then strolled off along the winding, cobbled street. The bag of gold, silver, and bronze jangling cheerfully in everyones pocket was clamoring to be spent, so they bought ice creams, which they slurped happily as they wandered up the alley, examining the fascinating shop windows. Harry gazed longingly at a full set of Seeker robes in the windows of Quality Quidditch Supplies until Hermione dragged them off to buy ink and parchment next door. In Gambol and Japes Wizarding Joke Shop, they met Fred, George, and Lee Jordan, who were stocking up on Dr. Filibuster's Fabulous Wet Start, No Heat Fireworks, and in a tiny junk shop full of broken wands, lopsided brass scales, and old cloaks covered in potion stains they found Percy, deeply immersed in a small and deeply boring book called Prefects Who Gained Power. "A study of Hogwarts prefects and their later careers," Fred read aloud off the back cover. "That sounds fascinating…"
"Go away," Percy snapped.
"'Course, he's very ambitious, Percy, he's got it all planned out… he wants to be Minister of Magic…"  George told them in an undertone as they left Percy to it. An hour later, they headed for Flourish and Blotts. They were by no means the only ones making their way to the bookshop. As they approached it, they saw to their surprise a large crowd jostling outside the doors, trying to get in. The reason for this was proclaimed by a large banner stretched cross the upper windows:
GILDEROY LOCKHART
will be signing copies of his autobiography
MAGICAL ME
today 12.30—4.30
The crowd seemed to be made up mostly of witches around Mrs. Weasley's age. a milf harem was fed on this day Ryan inwardly thought. A harassed looking wizard stood at the door, saying, "Calmly, please, ladies… Don't push, there… mind the books, now…". A long line wound right to the back of the shop, where Gilderoy Lockhart was signing his books. They each grabbed a copy of The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 2 and sneaked up the line to where the rest of the Weasleys were standing with Dan and Emma Granger. "Oh, there you are, good," said Mrs. Weasley. She sounded breathless and kept patting her hair. "We'll be able to see him in a minute…"
Gilderoy Lockhart came slowly into view, seated at a table surrounded by large pictures of his own face, all winking and flashing dazzlingly white teeth at the crowd. The real Lockhart was wearing robes of forget me not blue that exactly matched his eyes; his pointed wizard's hat was set at a jaunty angle on his wavy hair. No we can't have this now can we Ryan thought. He pulled out one of his signature rock cakes and was just about to yeet it at the man but was stopped by his friends what traitors killing all the fun. He sadly whispered "next time my love." and gently kissed it before returning it back into his inventory for the next opportunity. Harry looked quite amused and the girls looked quite jealous at the rock cake. must be puberty. women are scary. A short, irritable looking man was dancing around taking photographs with a large black camera that emitted puffs of purple smoke with every blinding flash.
"Out of the way, there," he snarled at Harry, moving back to get a better shot. "This is for the Daily Prophet—"
Gilderoy Lockhart heard him. He looked up. He saw Harry. He stared. Then he leapt to his feet and positively shouted, "It can't be Harry Potter?"The crowd parted, whispering excitedly; Lockhart dived forward, seized Harry's arm as his so called friends abandoned him to his fate, and pulled him to the front. The crowd burst into applause. Harry's face burned as Lockhart shook his hand for the photographer, who was clicking away madly, wafting thick smoke over the Weasleys. All of the sudden Ryan did something he always wanted to do. he inhaled a deep breath and at the top of his lungs yelled 2 words that devolved everything into silence. "STRANGER DANGER" he screamed pointing at Gilderoy in fear and yelling "That strange uncle is trying to kidnap that boy quick call the aurors!" Gilderoy had taken critical damage being called both a pedo and a strange uncle he practically was vomiting blood. Harry and the weasley twins lost it. the crowd started yelling and shouting the girls were giggling Mrs . Weasley was giving Ryan a glare. Gilderoy tried to calm the situation down after a quick glance at Ryan."Ladies and gentlemen," he said loudly, waving for quiet. "What an extraordinary moment this is! The perfect moment for me to make a little announcement I've been sitting on for some time!"

"When young Harry here stepped into Flourish and Blotts today, he only wanted to buy my autobiography—which I shall be happy to present him now, free of charge—" The crowd applauded again. "He had no idea," Lockhart continued, giving Harry a little shake as he was still laughing, "that he would shortly be getting much, much more than my book, Magical Me. He and his schoolmates will, in fact, be getting the real magical me. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I have great pleasure and pride in announcing that this September, I will be taking up the post of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!"The crowd cheered and clapped and Harry found himself being presented with the entire works of Gilderoy Lockhart. Staggering slightly under their weight, he managed to make his way out of the limelight to the edge of the room, where Ginny was standing next to her new cauldron.
"You have these," Harry mumbled to her, tipping the books into the cauldron. "I'll buy my own—" Ryan and Fred were making kissing noises at them. much to their embarrasment. "Bet you loved that, didn't you, Potter?" said a voice Harry had no trouble recognizing. He straightened up and found himself face to face with Draco Malfoy, who was wearing his usual sneer.
"Famous Harry Potter," said Malfoy. "Can't even go into a bookshop without making the front page."
"Leave him alone, he didn't want all that!" said Ginny. She was glaring at Malfoy "Potter, you've got yourself a girlfriend!" drawled Malfoy. Ginny went scarlet as Ryans group had fought their way over, clutching stacks of Lockhart's books.
"Oh, it's you," said Ryan, looking at Malfoy as if he were something unpleasant on the sole of his shoe. "Bet you're surprised to see Harry  with his future wife now you can't try to woo him anymore , eh?" "What do you mean woo him I'm not a poofter," screamed Malfoy. "Could have fooled me slicked back hair that probably takes more time than a woman's hair to do spoiled princess personality constantly followed behind by two big boys."
Malfoy went red.. Ryan dropped his books into the cauldron, too, and started toward Malfoy, but Harry and Hermione grabbed the back of his jacket.
"Ryan!" said Mr. Weasley, struggling over with Fred and George. "What are you doing? It's too crowded in here, let's go outside.""Well, well, well—Arthur Weasley."
It was Mr. Malfoy. He stood with his hand on Draco's shoulder, sneering in just the same way.
"Lucius," said Mr. Weasley, nodding coldly. It's just like the novels insult the little young master and the daddy comes out to play. "Busy time at the Ministry, I hear," said Mr. Malfoy. "All those raids… I hope they're paying you overtime?"
He reached into Ginny's cauldron and extracted, from amid the glossy Lockhart books, a very old, very battered copy of A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration. Even if Ryan had given them vouchers some habits are often kept to save money."Obviously not," Mr. Malfoy said. "Dear me, what's the use of being a disgrace to the name of wizard if they don't even pay you well for it?"
Mr Weasley flushed darker than Ginny.
"We have a very different idea of what disgraces the name of wizard, Malfoy," he said.
"Clearly," said Mr. Malfoy, his pale eyes straying to Mr. and Mrs. Granger, who were watching apprehensively. "The company you keep, Weasley… and I thought your family could sink no lower—" There was a thud of metal as Ginny's cauldron went flying; Mr. Weasley had thrown himself at Mr. Malfoy, knocking him backward into a bookshelf. Dozens of heavy spellbooks came thundering down on all their heads; there was a yell of, "Get him, Dad!" from Fred or George; Mrs. Weasley was shrieking, "No, Arthur, no!"; the crowd stampeded backward, knocking more shelves over;  Ryan had sucker punched malfoy in the face with a satisfying crunch his nose broke it was pandemonium Ryan always wanted to join a good scuffle."Gentlemen, please—please!" cried the assistant, and then, louder than all—
"Break it up, there, gents, break it up—"
Hagrid was wading toward them through the sea of books. In an instant he had pulled Mr. Weasley and Mr. Malfoy apart. Mr. Weasley had a cut lip and Mr. Malfoy had been hit in the eye by an Encyclopedia of Toadstools. He was still holding Ginny's old Transfiguration book. He thrust it at her, his eyes glittering with malice.
"Here, girl—take your book—it's the best your father can give you—" Pulling himself out of Hagrid's grip he beckoned to Draco whose nose was bleeding and swept from the shop.Yeh should've ignored him, Arthur," said Hagrid, almost lifting Mr. Weasley off his feet as he straightened his robes. "Rotten ter the core, the whole family, everyone knows that—no Malfoy's worth listenin' ter—bad blood, that's what it is—come on now—let's get outta here."
The assistant looked as though he wanted to stop them leaving, but he barely came up to Hagrid's waist and seemed to think better of it. They hurried up the street, Mrs. Weasley beside herself with fury. "A fine example to set for your children… brawling in public… what Gilderoy Lockhart must've thought…"
"He was pleased," said Fred. "Didn't you hear him as we were leaving? He was asking that bloke from the Daily Prophet if he'd be able to work the fight into his report—said it was all publicity—" Ryan had sneakily snatched riddles diary from Ginny's cauldron by offering to help carry it for her. it was a subdued group that headed back to the fireside in the Leaky Cauldron, where the group and all their shopping would be traveling back using Floo powder. They said good bye to the Grangers, who were leaving the pub for the Muggle street on the other side; Mr. Weasley started to ask them how bus stops worked, but stopped quickly at the look on Mrs. Weasley's face. Back at home Harry and Ryan were laughing with the girls about malfoy messed up face and the stranger danger prank Ryan had told them every time they see Lockhart  to call him strange uncle and wonder how long it takes for him to break. they all agreed except Hermione who didn't want to do that to a professor.

Reincarnation? Wishes? A System? Magic? Harem? Pudding? This story has all of those. Multiverse travel, kingdom building, fan boy dreams come true in this wild story starting in the Harry Potter world. Instantly op character? nope. sharingan at the start? nope. shameless Mc? yep. shameless comedy? yep. NTR. nope. 

Just to let everyone know this is my first story English is my native language I planned 0 chapters in this whole book and I literally started writing it because I simple wanted to read it myself. It contains parts from bringing the farm to another world, shadow hack, and supreme Anime system. leave any advice you want I read all comments and try to take them into account.


(disclaimer I only own my characters I personally make) also there will be some grammar errors and some plot holes think of this as a rough draft I'm just winging it basically at this point lol doing well so far tho I plan to go back later to fix small things like speech and paragraphs sometimes I miss things. be gentle it's my first time.

We returned to the house to rest. This was Leisha's first time in my cottage, well honestly it was her first time in a house at all. When she was 16, she had been cast out of orphanage, and had been forced to sleep in a barn after that. She was rather excited about the prospect, even if she would be sharing the pull-out couch with Sierra. Or maybe she would be excited because she was sharing the couch with her. 

I shrugged as it was not my problem. It's not like I had to worry about them getting pregnant. I quickly escaped to my room; and. began to draw myself a bath. It was rather strange, even after becoming a spider Hylia had an obsession with baths. They were perhaps the only girly thing she could truly enjoy as a spider. 

She would not fully submerge herself though, the water would way down all of her fur and cause her to sink. Rather she would rest comfortably on my boobs. It truly was her favorite spot. Perhaps she was even more lewd than I was.

I heard giggling from the living room, and I could tell the girls were getting along rather well. Our team would not last without good synergy. I sighed as I sank deeper into the water. My sudden decent caused Hylia to scamper to the top of my head. She grumbled in my head as she did so. 

Even in spider form she was rather cute. While I bathed, I went through my class skills, I was looking for something I had previously neglected because I did not actually have a physical weapon. Though come to think about it, it would have worked with my bullets as well. 

[Vital Strike] 
Striking an opponent's vitals gives an increase in damage. Damage increased by 2x when attacking a vital. (5 sp)

It was a basic assassin ability, and therefore had a small cost. What I wanted was the skill that came after it, which was a little more expensive. 

[Vital Senses]
As long as you can see your opponent you instinctively know its vital spots. The more you know about your opponent the more damage your Vital Strike does. (17 sp)

The two skills would cost me the entirety of my skill points. But I did not hesitate to purchase them. The more I fought with my bone sword the more I realized how vital It was for me. I had already beheaded several opponents, as it was usually a guaranteed kill as was rather easy to do with stealth and shadow step. But what if I encountered something that was not easy to behead? Or if it had no head to behind with.

With the purchases made I had a sense of peace. But I still wasn't done yet. I had something else I wanted to do. For this I had to go to the shop tab. 

When I got there, I did not look for equipment, spells or abilities. Rather I looked for books. 

Surprisingly there were a lot of books available in the shop, and each of them was special. If not, how could they have ended up in the shop?

I could not read any of the books unless I bought them. And the shop only listed the titles and a brief summary. 

I spent over an hour browsing through the books, and there were several that had caught my fancy. 

[Survivalists Guide]
A book the covers all the essentials of survival outdoors. It will teach you how to track, and what it is you're tracking. It will teach you how to make temporary shelter, build traps, and much more. 

[A mortal's guide of Divinity]
A book that will teach you the ins and outside of all the gods. How to win their favor, or to become their enemy. 

[The lifestyle of mermaids]
An Autobiography written by a real mermaid. How we breed. What's under the starfish. Everything. Detailed pictures inside. XXX

[Catma Sura]
A book teaching you everything you need to know about your cat girl partner, and exciting ways to bring out the most in your love affair.

However, none of these books are what I ended up selecting, even though they were relatively cheap, and useful. What I ended up selecting was based on instinct. It was not something that a normal person had done, but my luck had always been good, and the option was calling to me. 

[???]
An ancient book wrote in a long dead language. No known person is capable of reading it. The book emits a strong magical power. Cost 9,999 coins.

If the book had been anywhere else, I would not have thought twice about it and simply walked away. But as it was in the shop it was a legitimate item, And the cost was much higher than any of the other books.

It was a one of a kind items, and I had the coin to purchase it. If someone else managed to buy it then it would be gone forever. I clicked purchase before I could talk myself out of it. 

The book appeared in my hands, which thankfully were out of the water and dry. A strong magical aura came from the book. When I slid my finger down the spine, I felt a cut on my skin. My finger would not move, as if something had grabbed it. I tried to let go of the book but it held fast to my finger, steadily sucking the blood.

I had begun to feel faint by the time the book had had enough. It quietly disappeared on its own, and entered my library.

When I tried to select the book in my Library, but it would not open. It sat there like a dead object, taking up space. I shook my head at the waste of coins. What a useless book.

I did not wait any longer and dried off and went to bed. I did not know when the battle would begin, but it was best to be prepared.

Formally titled: A Goblin's Path

James Frank a 16 year old boy who has been abused and neglected dies a horrible death. He is reincarnated in a different world. He is. born as both a different race and a different gender. 

He is born as a female goblin with a pitiful 1 for strength. His instincts tell him that if does does nothing that his life will be something he would not wish on his worst enemy. 

Join Yuri, Jame's new identity, As she explores the world of Kaos.

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"Nova, Nova! Over here" A voice called out. Nova turned and saw that it was Hermione. Seeing it was her, Nova had a large smile on his face as he gave her a big hug. 
"It is good to see you. I see that you have been working on strengthening your souls. Good." Nova told her.
"It's been so long since you have seen me and that is all you have to say?" Hermione asked.
Cocking his head sideways, Nova had a puzzled look, "Nova, Hermione is look to hear words of affection from you." A random voice said.
"MOTHER! Don't say that. You will give him the wrong idea." Hermione said to her mother, Rose.
"Now dear. Don't taunt your daughter too much." Hermione's father, Ian stated.
"Madam, Sir. It is good to see you again. Did you enjoy your vacation?" Nova asked.
"We did indeed. Though I feel that we have entered fantasia once again. This alley never ceases to amaze me." Ian said, though this was not his first time here. His wife and him were both nervous.
"Harry, Ron? Are you guys alright?" Hermione said as she just now noticed the frozen Weasley family.
Hearing her voice, the Weasley's finally start to come out of their stupor. With the amount of times it was happening, Nova wondered if it was a family thing.
"We are fine Hermione, Nova is just breaking reality for us." Ron said. 
Mr. Weasley finally came to, and instead of saying anything to Nova, distracted almost at once by the sight of Hermione's parents, who were standing nervously at the counter that ran all along the great marble hall, waiting for Hermione to introduce them. 
"We must have a drink! What's that you've got there? Oh, you're changing Muggle money. Molly, look!" He pointed excitedly at the ten pound notes in Mr. Granger's hand.
Suddenly there was a large crash as a goblin, lept over his counter and knocked over his scales. 
"Ah Your Lordship! You are here!" the goblin exclaimed suddenly. Realizing it was Nova who the goblin was speaking to, several other goblins quickly brought out an ornate throne and table and laid desserts and snacks out for him and all but pushed him into the chair.
"How can we be of assistance today?" The goblin said as he bowed in front of Nova. Seeing the sight, every witch and wizard in the building, jaws fell to the floor. They have never seen such a sight.
"Yes I am here with the Weasleys and Mr. Potter, who need to make deposits and withdrawals from their vaults. Also the Grangers need to perform a currency exchange."
The group that have finished picking up their jaws could only shake their heads, couldn't the young man see that others were waiting as well?
"Certainly." The goblin then clapped his hands and two other goblins appeared and immediately escorted their respective parties to make the transactions. Everyone else's jaws fell to the floor.
"Nova what is going on?" Hermione asked.
"No clue."
"Your Lordship. Could you be so kind as to allow our craftsmen to study your Spatial Ring." the goblin asked.
"Sure." Nova took off the ring and gave it to the goblin. "Tell your craftsmen they have until the Weasley group returns to bring me back my ring."
"That is only ten minutes though." a goblin protested.
"You best get moving then." Nova replied as he reached for a lemon turnover. The goblins all but flew to their craftsmen. The full extent of chaos that was caused by the ten minute timer Nova had set for them was unknown to him. But he didn't really care. Nova once watched an entire race of craftsmen wipe out another for a one day lesson from him on sword forging.
After ten minutes had passed a goblin with forging equipment came running into the room, one second before the Weasley's and Harry had arrived, with his ring on a silk pillow.
"Thank you for this opportunity, Your Lordship!" The goblin smith said. 
Nove picked up his ring and studied it, "I see that you have cast 5 different molds of my ring and used mithril grade hammers to insure the ring could be imprinted into the steel molds. Though one of you used a clay made of ash and pumice to try and pick up any grooves that the steel might have missed." 
"Tis true Your Lordship. It is exactly as you have said." The goblin smith said as he kneeled on the floor."
"Though your brother's molds might not be successful, I am still impressed at what your kin were able to accomplish. Here take this quill. It is the simplest and least impressive of my creations. If you or your craftsmen are able to create anything off of it's design. I will educate your clan for one day. You have until the Winter Solstice."
Nova took out a quill that he had made last year and put it on the pillow the goblin was still holding.
Seeing the quill, the goblin could only stare at it. "Thank you, thank you for this honor!"
"Remember you have only until the Winter Solstice." Nova said and got up and left leaving all the goblins to clean up the mess that was bound to happen.
"Why did you do that?" Hermione asked.
"Why not? Let us see if they are indeed as cable as they say they are." Nova stated.
Hermione could only sigh in defeat. The Weasley's had joined them outside as well on the marble steps. They all separated. Percy muttered vaguely about needing a new quill. Fred and George had spotted their friend from Hogwarts, Lee Jordan. Mrs. Weasley and Ginny were going to a secondhand robe shop. Mr. Weasley was insisting on taking the Grangers off to the Leaky Cauldron for a drink.
"We'll all meet at Flourish and Blotts in an hour to buy your school books," said Mrs. Weasley, setting off with Ginny. "And not one step down Knockturn Alley!" she shouted at the twins' retreating backs.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione strolled off along the winding, cobbled street. The bag of gold, silver, and bronze jangling cheerfully. Nova decided not to follow the Idiot Duo and Hermione, but instead went with Mrs. Weasley and Ginny.
"Mrs. Weasley. There is no need to go to a second hand store for Ginny's robes. Now that you have the resources you should use them." Nova said.
He then led the two to Madam Malkins for Ginny's robes. He was also in need of alterations done on his robes as well since they were now a few inches too short and had a few burns and tears in them for whatever strange reason. 
After the alterations were done, Nova excused himself from the two and went towards the bookstore. The witches and wizards who saw him along the way were talking amongst themselves, Nova let out a small smile as he heard some of the gossip about his glasses and the stunt in Gringotts.
Along the way Nova met up with Harry, Ron and Hermione. They saw to their surprise a large crowd jostling out side the doors, trying to get in. The reason for this was proclaimed by a large banner stretched across the upper windows: 
GILDEROY LOCKHART will be signing copies of his autobiography
MAGICAL ME today 12:30 P.m. to 4:30 P.m
"We can actually meet him!" Hermione squealed. "I mean, he's written almost the whole booklist!"
The crowd seemed to be made up mostly of witches around Mrs. Weasley's age. A harrassed-looking wizard stood at the door, saying, "Calmly, please, ladies .... Don't push, there ... mind the books, now . . . . "
Harry, Ron, and Hermione squeezed inside. A long line wound right to the back of the shop, where Gilderoy Lockhart was signing his books. They each grabbed a copy of The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 2 and sneaked up the line to where the rest of the Weasleys were standing with Mr. and Mrs. Granger.
"Oh, there you are, good," said Mrs. Weasley. She sounded breathless and kept patting her hair. "We'll be able to see him in a minute ...
Gilderoy Lockhart came slowly into view, seated at a table surrounded by large pictures of his own face, all winking and flashing dazzlingly white teeth at the crowd. The real Lockhart was wearing robes of forget-me-not blue that exactly matched his eyes; his pointed wizard's hat was set at a jaunty angle on his wavy hair. 
A short, irritable-looking man was dancing around taking photographs with a large black camera that emitted puffs of purple smoke with every blinding flash.
"Out of the way, there," he snarled at Ron, moving back to get a better shot. "This is for the Daily Prophet -"
"Big deal," said Ron, rubbing his foot where the photographer had stepped on it.
"Indeed I have to agree with Ron on this one. Though I can understand you mortals desire to mate and propagate. I have never fully understood why there is more of a physical attraction than an attraction in ability. I have found that the more attractive the mortal is, the more often he is ill suited for mating and has no real abilities whatsoever. I believe you mortals call it being a pompous fraud.
When Nova said this many of the women glared at him with hate, while some of the men were nodding their heads in agreement.  Now, of course, Gilderoy Lockhart heard him. He looked up. He saw Ron and Nova,and then he saw Harry. He stared. Then he leapt to his feet and positively shouted, "It can't be Harry Potter?"
The crowd parted, whispering excitedly; Lockhart dived forward, seized Harry's arm, and pulled him to the front. The crowd burst into applause. Harry's face burned as Lockhart shook his hand for the photographer, who was clicking away madly, wafting thick smoke over the Weasleys.
"Nice big smile, Harry," said Lockhart, through his own gleaming teeth. "Together, you and I are worth the front page."
When he finally let go of Harry's hand, Harry could hardly feel his fingers. He tried to sidle back over to the Weasleys, but Lockhart threw an arm around his shoulders and clamped him tightly to his side.
"Ladies and gentlemen," he said loudly, waving for quiet. "What an extraordinary moment this is! The perfect moment for me to make a little announcement I've been sitting on for some time!
"When young Harry here stepped into Flourish and Blotts today, he only wanted to buy my autobiography -which I shall be happy to present him now, free of charge-" The crowd applauded again. "He had no idea," Lockhart continued, giving Harry a little shake that made his glasses slip to the end of his nose, "that he would shortly be getting much, much more than my book, Magical Me. He and his schoolmates will, in fact, be getting the real magical me. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I have great pleasure and pride in announcing that this September, I will be taking up the post of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!" 
The crowd cheered and clapped and Harry found himself being presented with the entire works of Gilderoy Lockhart. Staggering slightly under their weight, he managed to make his way out of the limelight to the edge of the room, where Ginny was standing next to her new cauldron.
"Poor Harry." Nova sighed. "Thank the Void I am not famous like him." Nova then watched Harry go over to Ginny and tipp the books into her new cauldron.
"Bet you loved that, didn't you, Potter?" said a voice Harry had no trouble recognizing. He straightened up and found himself face-to-face with Draco Malfoy, who was wearing his usual sneer.
"Famous Harry Potter," said Malfoy. "Can't even go into a bookshop without making the front page."
"Leave him alone, he didn't want all that!" said Ginny. It was the first time she had spoken in front of Harry. She was glaring at Malfoy.
"Potter, you've got yourself a girlfriend!" drawled Malfoy. Ginny went scarlet as Ron and Hermione fought their way over, both clutching stacks of Lockhart's books.
"Oh, it's you," said Ron, looking at Malfoy as if he were something unpleasant on the sole of his shoe. "Bet you're surprised to see Harry here, eh?"
"Not as surprised as I am to see you in a shop, Weasley," retorted Malfoy. "I suppose your parents will go hungry for a month to pay for all those."
Ron went as red as Ginny. He dropped his books into the cauldron, too, and started toward Malfoy, but Harry and Hermione grabbed the back of his jacket.
"Ron!" said Mr. Weasley, struggling over with Fred and George.
"What are you doing? It's too crowded in here, let's go outside."
"Well, well, well - Arthur Weasley."
It was Mr. Malfoy. He stood with his hand on Draco's shoulder, sneering in just the same way.
"Lucius," said Mr. Weasley, nodding coldly.
"Busy time at the Ministry, I hear," said Mr. Malfoy. "All those raids ... I hope they're paying you overtime?"
He reached into Ginny's cauldron and extracted, from amid the glossy Lockhart books, a very old, very battered copy of A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration.
"Obviously not," Mr. Malfoy said. "Dear me, what's the use of being a disgrace to the name of wizard if they don't even pay you well for it?"
Mr. Weasley flushed darker than either Ron or Ginny.
"We have a very different idea of what disgraces the name of wizard, Malfoy," he said.
"Clearly," said Mr. Malfoy, his pale eyes straying to Mr. and Mrs. Granger, who were watching apprehensively. "The company you keep, Weasley ... and I thought your family could sink no lower."
 There was a thud of metal as Ginny's cauldron went flying; Mr. Weasley had thrown himself at Mr. Malfoy, knocking him backward into a bookshelf. Dozens of heavy spellbooks came thundering down on all their heads; there was a yell of, "Get him, Dad!" from Fred or George; Mrs. Weasley was shrieking, "No, Arthur, no!"; the crowd stampeded backward, knocking more shelves over; "Gentlemen, please - please!" cried the assistant, and then, louder than all 
"Break it up, there, gents, break it up -"
Hagrid was wading toward them through the sea of books. In an instant he had pulled Mr. Weasley and Mr. Malfoy apart. Mr. Weasley had a cut lip and Mr. Malfoy had been hit in the eye by an Encyclopedia of Toadstools. He was still holding Ginny's old Transfiguration book. He thrust it at her, his eyes glittering with malice. 
"Here, girl - take your book - it's the best your father can give you -" Pulling himself out of Hagrid's grip he beckoned to Draco and swept from the shop.
"Lucius. You know it might be the best he can provide for his family. But unlike some, Arthur Weasley does not need to **** his wife to get married or better yet at least he has his manhood still on him and is not a broken bloodied mess." Nova said.
Just as they were about to leave, Lucius Malfoy, stumbled and turned to face whoever had spoken. Seeing that it was Nova, he sneered.
"Be careful of slander, child. You may offend someone you cannot hope to oppose." Lucius sneered and walked off.
"Yeh should've ignored him, Arthur," said Hagrid, almost lifting Mr. Weasley off his feet as he straightened his robes. "Rotten ter the core, the whole family, everyone knows that - no Malfoy's worth listenin' ter - bad blood, that's what it is - come on now - let's get outta here."
The assistant looked as though he wanted to stop them leaving, but he barely came up to Hagrid's waist and seemed to think better of it. They hurried up the street, the Grangers shaking with fright and Mrs. Weasley beside herself with fury.
"A fine example to set for your children . . . brawling in public . . . what Gilderoy Lockhart must've thought -"
"He was pleased," said Fred. "Didn't you hear him as we were leaving? He was asking that bloke from the Daily Prophet if he'd be able to work the fight into his report - said it was all publicity -"
"Umm. . . Nova? Why are you smiling like that?" Hermione asked. Unbeknownst to himself, Nova had a large toothy grin on his face after the incident with the Malfoys. Realizing he was doing so, Nova changed his teeth back to human ones.
"Oh no reason. I was just remembering something that I had forgotten to do over the summer. I do suggest you read the paper in next few days. It will be quite enjoyable. Especially for you Mr. Weasley." Nova said with another smile as his teeth were once again dragon's teeth causing everyone to shiver.

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In the vastness of the Void the Forger works to create the worlds of peoples worlds and wishes. After an uprising and losing his wife, the Forger tries to take back what he lost. When the Forger discovers that his wife might be still alive, he starts making plans to save her. But when the time comes he finds out that the situation is graver than he first thought. So now he travels to the World in order to save what he holds dear.
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I do not own Harry Potter. J.K. Rowling does.

Shi Bao'er was attending lessons and playing together with the other children in the mountains. 
No. 5 had grown to fancy the tranquil and serene place after staying there for some time.
He informed the teachers that he would be taking Shi Bao'er away for good, after which he packed their belongings and headed to Shi Bao'er's classroom. 
After her lesson ended, No. 5 entered the classroom and said, "Bao'er, we're going home now."
"Okay, Uncle No. 5."
"I mean we're going to A City." 
Shi Bao'er stared at the textbooks on the table, which she had been sharing with her table mate because the latter did not have any of her own. She had already gotten used to staying on the mountain, despite finding the living conditions rather arduous at the start. Hence, she was, in fact, extremely reluctant to leave. 
"Can we stay here instead of going home?"
Surprised to hear her words, No. 5 said with raised brows, "If you like it here, we can come back frequently from now on." 
Knowing that she could not defy No. 5's orders, she decided not to insist any further. Instead, she placed her textbooks and pencil case inside her bag before removing the floral rubber band wrapped around her hair, which she then handed to her table mate. She said, "I'm really glad to have been able to sit beside you all this while. Thank you for helping me. Here's a memento for you that'll always remind you of me. I'll visit you when I'm free in the future and we can play together."
The table mate took it from her and said, "Thank you…" 
She then took out a soybean bun from the drawer of her desk and handed it to Shi Bao'er. "My grandma made this for me. You can have it." 
Shi Bao'er accepted it with a nod. 
She left reluctantly. 
During her time on the mountain, she could sense the curiosity and bewilderment that her classmates had about the outside world. They were easily contented and would often ask her questions about the world outside the mountains. 
After comparing herself to the rest of the children there, she realized how ungrateful and discontented she was with the luxurious life she lived. 
Most of her classmates' parents were either busy with work all the time or had broken families with divorced parents. There were also those who were orphaned or had a deceased parent. Life was indeed very tough for them.
Noticing that she had been remaining silent throughout the flight home, No. 5 said, "There's something I must let you know."
"What is it?" 
"I heard that your daddy has divorced your stepmother." 
Unlike what he had expected, Jin Bao'er was not happy at all to hear the news. Instead, she looked at her own hand and asked, "Why?"
"Your stepmother was so badly scalded. Of course your daddy wouldn't want her anymore."
She cocked her head toward the window without uttering another word.
More than an hour later, she said, "Uncle No. 5."
"Yes?" 
"Does Mommy hold the rights to my custody now?"
"Yes." 
"Don't call me Shi Bao'er anymore. I prefer to be called Jin Bao'er."
"…" 
After they disembarked from the plane, Xiao Huang picked them up in the car. 
They returned to Wei Ni Estate to see that An Xiaoning was reading some books in the yard while the other children were playing with each other. Upon seeing Shi Bao'er, the handful of children completely disregarded her presence and pretended not to see her.
An Xiaoning put down her book and called them to her side.
Staring at Jin Bao'er, An Xiaoning asked, "Has it been hard on you?" 
"Not at all, Auntie. I really enjoyed it there."
"Oh, is that so?" Pointing at the other children, An Xiaoning said, "Say hi to your friends."
Jin Bao'er smiled and greeted them with a smile, "Hello Yiheng, Xiaoxi, Wenlun, Minhe, Rongyan." 
An Xiaoning said, "You shall go back to the boot camp tomorrow."
"Will Uncle No. 5 be accompanying me?"
"Do you want him to?" An Xiaoning asked.
"Yes." 
"Why so? Don't you hate it when he supervises you?" An Xiaoning asked, resting her chin in her hand. 
"I no longer do." 
"He can follow you, but you'll have to promise me one thing. I'll let Uncle No. 5 accompany you so long as you do."
"What is it, Auntie?" 
"Get along well with your little buddies. I heard that you're on bad terms with Xiaoxi. Bao'er, Xiaoxi has been engaged to Yiheng. We'll be family from now on. Xiaoxi is younger than you too and you ought to give in to her. Do you understand what I mean?" 
"Yes, I do," said Jin Bao'er.
"Alright, we'll send all of you back to the boot camp tomorrow. The sky is still bright. Go play with them."
Jin Bao'er walked toward the children and asked, "May I play with you guys?" 
Not wanting to defy her godmother, Long Xiaoxi agreed reluctantly. 
Jin Bao'er left with the children. 
"Sis, why have you agreed to let her return to the boot camp?"
"I don't want to disrupt her education. I never planned to let her stay at the boot camp alone anyway. I was already planning to let you chaperon her. No. 5, has she grown to become attached to you?"
"I don't think so. We haven't spent that much time together…" No. 5 said bashfully. 
"Seems like it to me, though. Although her mother has left her under my care, I can't possibly look after her every day. No. 5, you must help me guide her."
No. 5 answered, "Yes, Sis, rest assured. I'll keep correcting her until she completely turns over a new leaf. When we arrived at the entrance just now, I saw Director Jing Tian getting inside his car. Was he here to discuss a new production with you?"
"Nah, there has been some delay in the post-production of the previous television series and it has yet to be broadcast. He's not that free. He came to give me a suggestion."
"What suggestion?"
An Xiaoning picked up her book and said with a smirk, "He said that a sudden idea popped up in his mind and he's planning to produce a television series based on my past experiences. He suggested that I write an autobiography that he can use as the core material of our next cooperation."
No. 5 gasped in shock and asked, "Sis, I find it to be an absolutely great idea. Are you going to write it?" 
"I haven't thought about it yet." She then turned around and left. 
While walking toward the living room, An Xiaoning recalled everything that took place in the past. So many years had passed by in the blink of an eye, and her memory had begun to fail her. She thought that it would be rather meaningful if she could document everything about her past with Jin Qingyan.
She stepped foot inside the living room to see that Jin Qingyan had just made his way downstairs. "What's on your mind?" he asked.
"Jing Tian dropped by for a discussion with me."
"Was it regarding the television series?"
"No, we were discussing our next cooperation. He wanted me to write an autobiography about us and our past that he can use to produce a new television series."


After discovering about her wealthy husband's affair, she humiliates the adulterous pair on the streets and divorces him the very next morning. Just as everyone anticipates her downfall, she goes on to marry the most brilliant bachelor in the nation whom her unfaithful former husband cannot hold a candle to!

"Aren't your mother's legs always hurting? It hasn't gotten any better despite seeking help from various doctors."
"How did you know that?"
"Not only do I know why her legs hurt, I can also treat her condition."
"As long as you can treat my mother, I'll give you anything you want."
"I want money."

After An Xiaoning uses her psychic powers to break the curse of a poltergeist, she earns herself a fortune as well as a perfect man of her dreams.  

Don't be daunted by her psychic powers, for this book isn't terrifying at all!

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