What will happen if the past meets the future? A happy ending or sad ending?

Su Yan always wanted to be an author. Being moved by his determination (Well, in fact, she was just an avid reader of his fan-fictions and wanted him to write full time …) official Shen Lu grants the aspiring author a system: The Lovely Writing System!
Finding a strange app on his beloved notebook, Su Yan is sure he has fallen prey to a hacker. But why is this strange app issuing tasks related to his favorite hobby? Wait … What? He is supposed to write BL?! And what is this shitty task about experiencing story immersion?! No! He’d rather not become an author if that means he also has to become a shou!

Follow Su Yan on his path to becoming the world’s greatest BL author … and to reluctantly becoming a beloved shou thanks to a shitty Lovely Writing System!

Release schedule: The story is finished.

Moira was furious. Someone, more accurately, many people dared to bring harm to her brother. She glanced at the myriad of websites out there taking copies of Jericho for their own sites. "It seems these people have no idea how hard it is to live as an author."
"It seems we must accelerate your original plan, Eranoth," Jericho sighed. 
Eranoth scrunched his brows in anxiety. "But everyone will hate that. I guess I was too hopeful. I hoped that people would be honest. I hoped that things could go better. I wanted to see everyone including myself find enjoyment and happiness. It really does only take a few problematic humans to ruin everything."
Jericho nodded. "True, but what is more important? Writing until you are a shriveled husk and have to stop writing because you couldn't afford your electricity or internet bills, or making everyone upset right now so that you can write, and write properly moving forward, so you can afford these things. We all know that because of your horrible reactions to other people's colognes, perfumes, scented items, vape, smoke and other things, that you can't hold a normal job. Your health has already limited your options."
Moira nodded. "Right! You are writing to get published officially because it is one of your only hopes left. With all these people out there wanting to make you work your butt off for nothing, you are better off moving forward with your plan now rather than later. The most important thing is that the people who truly care about your work will gladly follow. Don't lump them into the 'they' that you fear. The 'they' is the minority of them, even if they are loud."
Eranoth sighed in defeat as he slumped onto Jericho's piano bench. "Logically I get it. Emotionally this is something I don't want to do. I really like interacting with these really fun people. I know they like my story as well. Alexandra's and ExtraWhiteRice's funny comments, TJinx's and Le_Berino's constant support, YoungJustice's 'defend the author' and everyone else's fun interactions and support."
Moira flicked the author's forehead. "It's not like you are dropping the story. The fans that care, will follow you. They will enjoy all the extra hard work you have put in to improving things. Think about it, all they really want is for our story to continue. You are still doing that. In fact, you are doing even more than just continuing the story."
Jericho nodded. "She's right, and on top of that you are being extremely kind and informing them of the choice you have made after days of self debate. You aren't reacting to the situation, you are acting in your best interest and their best interest. Besides, this plan has been there for a long time, you are just hastening it."
"But I was hoping to get out volume 2 before I enacted any portion of this plan. I was hoping to hoping to have volume 1 published before I enacted my plan. Only one person is following my ko-fi for my announcements. The discord was a flop. I'm afraid that this will fail just like everything else."
Jericho smiled. "When do things ever go according to plan? Besides, if you keep speaking Eranothian, you will keep confusing people."
A knock was heard at the door. 
"They are here." Moira opened it. "Everyone, You're here! Come in, come in! Eranoth's got some really exciting news that will make you happy!"
Eranoth shook his head in disbelief, "I really don't think my choice will make people happy," he muttered to himself. 
A horde of over 500 people crowded into the living room killing off any breathing room. "What is this news you have to tell us?"
Eranoth clenched his fist as he struggled to find the words. "I'm leaving the internet writing scene."
The group was in uproar and some people left before hearing the rest of what the author was trying to say.
"I mentioned before that I am going the publishing route. As I have been editing volume 1, I realized that my voice, especially when I can get it edited, doesn't really match the air of internet writing. So, coming up, you will see a significantly improved version of my work in physical book and e-book format. When I can get things out, the first place you will be able to find it at is <B>barnesandnoble.com</B>."
"Bah, paperback versions," a random person said as they walked out the door. 
Eranoth took a deep breath. "I was offered the webnovel contract, but found that the conditions for them to pay me anything were too harsh for me. For the sake of my work, I could not accept their conditions and feel happy about it."
Moira smiled. "Jericho and I are glad you chose to reject it for our sake and the sake of the royal bardians, but if you keep sacrificing like this, eventually you won't have the capability to continue."
Eranoth nodded slowly. "Right," he said before looking up at the expectant faces. "Recently, I discovered that my story has been copied and pasted onto about ten other websites without my permission. One website is calling me a translator. Another website is saying they are posted my work on their site in order to promote me. Others have said nothing. But Jericho the Bard is my intellectual property. Since I cannot earn money to pay for any of the basic necessities for an author to keep writing; these websites are doing all of us way more harm then good. So, I had to come up with a plan in order to counteract the damage that has been done."
Another person spat. "So your plan is to drop it? How dare you! We all told you not to drop it!"
Eranoth flinched as he held his own tears. "Changing mediums," he muttered. "All I'm doing is changing mediums."
Jericho sighed. "Everyone, this isn't easy for Eranoth to do or say." He turned to the author. "Eranoth, just your self-editing alone has made the future version of our story into something far more fulfilling and significantly less boring. You have already made thousands of changes. You have made many things clearer, you have simplified the difficult to understand complexities of game mechanics, and you have added more depth to the story. I'm curious to see what will happen once your editor April gets her hands on it. If you alone can make that much of a leap in progress, I'm looking forward to when she tears things to shreds and can help you see where things need more work."
Another person spoke up. "You are doing all this extra work, Why? Your story is great where it is."
Eranoth turned away took a breath and looked out the cold snowy window. "This is the only Win-Win I could find after a long time of searching. Publishing official versions of my works seems to be the best way forward. Jericho and Moira deserve this editing. They are worth more to me, than first draft vomit onto the page. You all can see and understand far more and my story will progress far better if I put in this extra work. I can potentially earn a piddly income in order to keep writing, and do things right by everyone."
Eranoth turned to face the slowly shrinking crowd once again. "Originally, I was going to post volume 2 and have volume 1 published before I took any similar actions. But after seeing the dishonesty of people on the internet, I knew I couldn't let that continue. Oh, and for all those reading this on other websites, contact your website group and let them know there are slight changes in all the chapters and that if they want to be more complete, they should restart their copy pasting ways. Everyone will be happier if they do."
"What was that about?" another random person asked. 
Eranoth grinned as the person asked about his diabolical plan. "Just a little insurance. After all, I am J Eranoth, the author of this book. If they are going to copy and paste my work onto their websites at least they should acknowledge who this book came from. But enough about them," the author's grin vanished. "If you stay with me, or follow my ko-fi, I will be able to let you know when things are officially out, and with the ko-fi, other updates as well. Thank you again for all the support you have given me so far. When things are available, I will update another chapter to let you know. Until then, please give your powerstone votes to other authors who may want/need the webnovel contract whose conditions I could not accept. The little guys need the support you can give." 
Eranoth took a breath to calm down. "I know many of you will chose to leave, knowing that the online posting of my story or chapters is no longer going to be a thing for me. I hope many of you can understand both my fears and my dreams. I hope that many of you will be happy with the fact that I care so much about everyone that I want the best for me, for you, and for my stories. I hope that more than just my story of Jericho can see the light of readers eyes. I have more works I have been working on during this time. And those who are thinking that I am a selfish person, you are right, I am. I am not someone who can sacrifice everything with a smile and say it will all work out! I am not someone who can live in this era of 'you exist therefore you must pay for the air you breath' without a means to take care of myself. If I don't do this, then eventually I would have had to stop writing because of a lack of sufficient income and/or worsening health because of my adverse reactions to most things that scream "people". I haven't been to a movie theater in years. I haven't hung out with someone in a social place in years. I can't even go over to some of my friends' houses to hang out with them. I haven't been to a church in a long time. All of this is because of my adverse reactions to colognes, perfumes, scented items (Plug-in air fresheners, candles, oils and so on), other people's vape, second hand smoke and many other harmful (to me) substances that can be found ABSOLUTELY EVERYWHERE!"
Eranoth sighed and looked down, trying not to break down in tears. "Sorry, I got on my soap box. But you never know the life an author is facing. Why are they writing? I just wish that some people would realize how much pain some of us are actually in. I'm not the only one to face this. I'm not the only author or artist out there who cannot hold a normal job. I didn't write this so you would pity me. In fact, I hate people's pity. But I want you to understand that I am doing this 51% for selfish reasons. I am a selfish person."
Moira smiled at Eranoth's courage to speak about the reality of his own life. "How is that selfish?" she asked.
Eranoth shook his head. "I don't know, but I do know that it is what most people would call it. This is hard for me. I wanted to keep interacting with you all. I really had hoped that online writing could be the answer. But things rarely go how we want them. So, I will say once more for good measure. I, J Eranoth, author of Jericho the Bard, am changing mediums officially. Again, when I am able to get it out there, the first place to look for it will be at barnesandnoble.com. I chose them as the first of many places to put my book for sale because they can reach most of you. If you are in an area that cannot access barnesandnoble.com, let me know so I can find a way to make it accessible to you. Stay with me, and I will let you know when the official published part 1 is out. Visit my Ko-Fi.com/Eranoth and I will keep people updated as to my progress towards things moving forward and also some fun flavor from time to time."
Eranoth was unable to hold back his own tears. "I will miss interacting with you guys. I hope, I dream, and I ask, will you follow me as I move forward in a direction that is different from other people who's works you have read?"
Jericho grabbed Eranoth's shoulder. 
The author flinched and tensed.
"Relax, most of them are still here. Most of them support your choice. I can tell. These are your true fans, their my true fans. These people don't care that you are changing mediums. In fact, these people are proud that you care enough to make this hard choice. They understand that you are not dropping your work. They understand that you are seeking something far better."
The author sighed and relaxed a little. "At least, I feel at peace with my choice. Well, everyone, thank again for coming. I'm sorry things had to play out this way. I, J Eranoth, will keep writing. I will keep improving and I will see you all again!" Eranoth stood and walked resolutely towards the door, trying to hide his own tears. He closed the door behind him as he walked out into the snowstorm.
The people still in the house with Jericho and Moira were silent. 
Moira smiled at the crowd. "Shall we perform one last time for you?"
Jericho sat as his piano. His fingers played the keys. His voice called out, singing about a hopeful and brighter future.

© J Eranoth

In the year 2741 Music has become a thing created solely via technology. The age of instruments had long since passed. 
Jericho grew up in a family who lived ‘outdated’ lives. From his grandfather, he learned how make, repair, and play a good amount of instruments. It was his life passion. If he lived in the early 2000s he would have become famous with the skill he possessed. 
The man worked hard on both his job at an antique shop and his failing musical career to take care of kid sister, the only family member he had left. 
Freedom online (A very generic MMO type of name) had recently been released. One of the many VRMMORPG’s created in this era. Jericho and his sister ignored the game as it was something well beyond what they could afford. 
After unknowingly experiencing both a disaster and a fortuitous encounter, Jericho and his sister are given the game with the hope this new world can bring his wonderful music to light.
New!
Discord Link to a fandom server: https://discord.gg/AAq7MMv
Also help keep me afloat: ko-fi.com/eranoth


"Eeek!" 
After typing the title, Pi danced around with excitement, and high-fived Galaxy to celebrate this great achievement.　　
"Wait a minute!" Zhang Zian could not ignore this. "Pi, do you want to write a novel about pets?"　　
"Eeek!"　　
Pi nodded. It pointed at him, at Galaxy, then at itself, and typed: "A novel about pets, pet shop and everybody."　　
Zhang Zian frowned slightly after hearing this, feeling worried about the future of this novel. He had not read many online novels, but his gut feeling was telling him that nobody would be interested in such a novel. For pet owners, they were so busy cuddling their cats and walking their dogs, how could they have time to read a novel about pets? For those who don't own pets, they were either not interested in pets or even hated pets, not to mention reading a book about pets. The most likely potential readers were those who didn't have time to own pets, but liked pets and wanted to own them remotely in a "cloud". But how many of them could there be?　 
Most online novels were about travelling back in time throughout history or another world, practicing Kongfu, writing poetry, being cool and kicking butts; or about being raised from the dead and returning to a city, then making monkey with prophetic knowledge and dating a few or dozens of women at the same time...He had never heard of a popular online novel about a pet shop.　 
Pi wanted to kill time by writing a novel. He was happy about this. But for a novel with so few potential readers, it may lose confidence after finding out nobody was reading it. It may fall into deeper self-isolation.　 
He knew all this, but he didn't want to kill Pi's enthusiasm at this moment. He smiled reluctantly. "OK. Will I be in it? Then write me as a handsome man."　
"Eeek!"　　
Pi grinned and typed: "This is hard..."　
Zhang Xian said, "I was just kidding. But, Pi, when is the beginning of the story? Now?"
"Eeek."　　


Pi nodded and typed: "From last year, when you just returned to this city."　　
Zhang Zian thought about it. Maybe a good story can be written about it, such as writing him as a hero with hundreds of years of experience, but met his "Waterloo" and died, then was brought back to life. This may interest the readers and meet their expectations. He smiled. "OK. I'll tell you my story before coming to the pet shop... Do you know Wang Qian and Li Kun, the two guys working part-time in the shop? They always believed that I was a big hero during the time of Jindan. In fact, this is true..."　
"Eeek!"　　
Pi waved its hands and interrupted him. It showed him the nameless book, and typed: "No. Everything that happened in the past can be found in the book."　　
Zhang Zian: "I'm just an ordinary Joe in real life. Can't you gratify me in the novel?"　
Famous interrupted him as well. "Everything in the past? Does it include my stories in the Imagined Landscape?"　　
"Eeek!"　　
Pi nodded.　　
Famous said, "Can't I have any privacy? I gotta pay attention to my image in the Imagined Landscape."　　
"Which website will you publish your work? I mean, there are a lot of online novel websites. Where do you want to publish? There is a saying that goes: the worst that could happen to a man is getting into a wrong profession; while the worst that could happen to a woman is marrying the wrong husband. The websites have different styles. This is a book for a small population of readers. If you pick the wrong website, you may have even fewer readers..." Zhang Zian reminded it tactfully.　　
"Eeek!"　　
Pi swiped the tablet screen to unlock it. Then it opened up a reading app and showed it to Zhang Zian.　　
"Oh, Qidian Web novel, that's the site I used earlier for online reading..." Zhang Zian nodded. He didn't know the online novel websites very well and could not have offered more help. But he heard that this was one of the biggest literature websites. It might be a good choice for Pi.　　


Pi tapped on a menu button: "Becoming a writer", then showed it to Zhang Zian.　　
"A photo ID is needed?" Zhang Zian took a glance, and thought this was complicated.　
"Eeek."　　
Pi typed: "I'm a residential alien. I don't have an ID."　　
Zhang Zian's face twitched. He didn't know where it learned the words "residential alien"...but it was appropriately used.　
"That is to say...you need my ID?" He pointed at his nose and asked.　
Pi nodded.　　
Fine. He was the only one with an ID in the pet shop. Although uploading his ID was not a safe move, he was an ordinary Joe after all. Not many hackers were targeting him. The internet was a free space. If all publications were anonymous, it could cause big problems. The dark web developers might blend in and advertise their illegal business.
Zhang Zian took a picture of his ID photo, and uploaded it according to the website instructions. After identity verification, he finally created a new book and uploaded new chapters with his account.　　
"Eeek!"　　
Pi typed the title of the first chapter eagerly: Amazing Fate Pet Shop. Then it entered the text: On the magnificent East Coast of the motherland, there was a quiet coastal city called Binhai City. It was beautiful, with a large economy and a slow pace of life. Binhai had an absence of large industrial enterprises, making it a suitable place to live a peaceful life...　
"Wait a minute!"　　
Zhang Zian found a big mistake, and asked Pi to pause, in case the mistake grew bigger.　　
"Eeek?"　　
Pi gestured to inquire.　
"What the heck is Binhai City?" Zhang Zian pointed out the mistake. "Pi, did you make a mistake? This is not Binhai City, and there is no such a city in China."　
"Eeek."　

Pi pointed at the website instructions for authors to show Zhang Zian. 
He stretched his neck, gazed at the screen and read. "In order to avoid unnecessary complications caused by real information in your work, we suggest the that authors avoid using real information in your writing, such as geographic locations, celebrity names, well-known companies, etc.... What the heck is this?"　
That was why. No wonder Pi used "Binhai City" to replace the real name of the city. He thought Pi was making a mistake.　
"But this city name is too sloppy. You'd better make a note, in case the readers complain about it." Zhang Zian reminded it.　　
Pi nodded bitterly and continued: "In this city with a sloppy name, there was a small, unknown pet shop." 
Zhang Zian nodded with satisfaction. But the next sentence made him uneasy again!　　
"Who is Zhang Zian? Why haven't I heard of this guy?" He asked.　　
Pi pointed at him, meaning "you", then at the website instructions on "celebrity names". 
Fine...I'm a celebrity at the end of the day. I was about to be myself and win the heart of a thousand girls...Zhang Zian was speechless. But to avoid breaking the website's rule by using a real name, he had to accept this weird alias.　　
"How about you, Galaxy and Famous? And Fina, Old Time Tea, Richard, and Snowy Lionet? Will they have aliases too?" He asked.　　
Pi typed: "No. We are not humans, so we can keep our names."　　
After typing, it deleted this extra sentence.　　
This cheered Famous up. "Great! I always wanted to keep my real name, not using an alias nor becoming a substitute of another dog."　　
This is unfair... Dogs have more rights than men these days? Zhang Zian was a little upset in his heart.　
After writing for a while, Pi was stuck, and could not tap any more keys on the keyboard. It scratched its head, read the nameless book for a few minutes, then resumed typing.　


Pi was a slow typist. Before this, it was typing out newspapers, following a template. Chinese was not its mother tongue. It had to design a plot, sketch the Chinese words in its head, then type them out.　　
If it were someone else with the same typing speed, Zhang Zian would not have watched on the side. But Pi was the one typing, and the story was about himself. He watched with great patience, going downstairs occasionally for business. 　　
As the words jumped from of Pi's keyboard onto the laptop screen, Zhang Zian's memory gradually came back. He relived the unforgettable days with Pi's words. 　
The detail that Pi described were things that he never told anybody else. He had even forgotten some of them himself. He lived everything in first person, but Pi recorded from an objective, third-person perspective, just like an invisible camera floating around him, recording every tiny detail.　　
"I absolutely didn't have dark eye circles." He pointed out.　
Pi typed "Yes" with certainty, then deleted it. It waved the nameless book, suggesting the nameless book's record could never be wrong.　　
Zhang Zian didn't know how to defend himself. He knew that he may have dark eye circles then after a few sleepless nights in the hospital, and being exhausted with the funeral. He might have very dark eye circles, but he couldn't see it himself. 
After the debut of Little Celery in Pi's writing, he laughed and said: "If Wang Yaning reads this novel, my obsession with young girls would be made known... Oh, Pi, apart from the names and locations, is everything else real?"　　
Pi thought about it and typed: "70% real and 30% unreal, just like 'Romance of the Three Kingdoms'."　　
Zhang Zian laughed silently. Pi certainly read the four masterpieces.　
After finishing the first chapter, with a 2079 word count, Pi uploaded it with satisfaction.
"Take a break, Pi." suggested Zhang Zian. Two to three hours had passed since Pi started writing this chapter.　
Pi jumped off the chair obediently to stretch itself. But it was worried about the fate of this novel. The beginning was so ordinary. Would someone read it?　　
　　



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

I'm sorry, I don't think I am able to continue writing this novel here. I considered quiting with how the app progressed now. This app turned into burden. I was disheartened when I came back to see all these freaking annoying updates! I can't even read many novel that I love like in the past! I'm crying.


I'm disheartened by the developer. I hope our voices will be heard by them and bring this app back to it former marvelous self! 

Spirit stones were no more and it was harder to unlock new chapters. I miss the old one! I also knew that many had abandoned this app.

Nevertheless, I am not really sure about quiting this. I still have a little faith in me that this app will stop being worst and became better.  

I was disheartened that pirate websites stole my works ,but I still continue for you guys but now, this app made me disheartened too. Moreover,I knew that if I moved this story to another app/websites, you, my beloved readers might not be able to read it. And those pirate websites might stole it and I only earn disadvantages again.
 ｡･ﾟ･(ﾉД`)･ﾟ･｡

What should I do? I wanted to hear you guys. Tell me your opinion. I'm 50/50 now.

At first for this week I was going to updates chapters and proofread the current one, but when I saw how this app developed into, my will simply vanished into thin air. I'm sorry as I might disappoint you guys.

Tell me, will you continue to be at my side if I continue this? Your words decide on this book's fate. I hope to receive your opinion! 

Love and regrets,
Miss Hua

Let's talk about the FL

Transmigrated - ✔
( Bai Hua: hmm.. well I died and woke up in this body...)

Healing cheat - ✔ 
(Bai hua: I had been born with that since the begining...)

Fall in Love - ✔
( Bai Hua: He said he love me too)

Married - ✔ 
(Bai Hua: Shouldn't had done that)

Heartbreak - ✔
(Bai Hua: Nope.. * picking up pieces of her heart on the floor and wipe tears*)

Abandoned by her husband - ✔
 (Bai Hua: Who need him anyway. * sat at a corner*)

Pregnant - ✔
 ( Bai Hua: No comment on that..)

Weak - ✔
 ( Bai Hua: I'm only a girl...)

Homeless - ✔ 
(Bai Hua: Well.. I burnt the house)

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Now, where would she work? 

Working as a doctor? that's not possible as it will only reduce her health.

Waitress? It's dangerous! She is a girl and there is lots of lecherous men. Furthermore she is pregnant.

One day, Bai Hua was suddenly kidnapped and forced to work in a brothel. Instead of trying to escape, she laugh it off and threatened the owner. 

Her breathtaking beauty had captured many people's gaze. She become famous as the first beauty in the country and the 'entertainer '.

After five years, it seem that the fate love to play round with her as the husband that had left without reason suddenly come back. An unusual reunion of a husband and wife at that.

Afterward, there suddenly come row of rows of people that wanted to kill her. 

This left the lazy Bai Hua speechless:

'...... '

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Published: 26 January 2019
End: ?

 
Disclaimer: Pictures are not mine

WARNING! MATURE CONTENT!

IF YOU CAN'T ACCEPT IT JUST FUCK OFF!

OR JUST DON'T READ THE MATURE CONTENT AS I PUT WARNING EACH TIME IT IS THERE!

P/s: If you know my real identity please oh please don't judge me! or spread this thing! Imma curse you :)

I haven't been on here in a while huh. 

Well, I forgot I even had this story too. 

To those wondering if this will ever be updated? It might actually, I have been writing multiple other things on other websites, but I don't think I have worked on this since I lost my progress. I might try my hand at it again though. 

I will be posting on this site soon, most of it being content I have already created in another site. But I imagine I should start to progress my original stories some.

It may be a while before I update. I have been waiting for my internet to turn back on before I really start writing.

Arin Realm was raised by the Overmind since he was just a little kid. Now he's finally reached adulthood and the Overmind is releasing the Full Dive game known as Infinity World. When his hops in the game his main goal is to enjoy himself. But his life is going to be a lot more interesting than he imagined.

So, after a couple weeks of uploading and what not, I've felt very pressured by unreasonable deadlines that I've put on myself. Now, I know that it's very unreasonable for  me to complain about feeling pressured when I literally started uploading a couple week ago. However, Because of this selfmade anxiety, it's been really hard to try to make a coherent and actually good story for the past couple days. This doesn't mean I'll stop the series, definitely not. But it does mean is that uploads will be more spaced out, most likely 5-7 days. In addition, I'll also be taking a two week break from uploading on various websites, including webnovel. 
No worries, I'll still be writing away the best I can to make a story that I'm proud of. However, what this is meant to do is to let me think out the plot better as well as figure out all the 'small' details that are causing me trouble. 
I'm very sorry to those who wan't more out of this story. Of course, I'll try to be better, but for now, I have to go at my own pace. I hope you all stay around for the next chapter. 

One died because of his shortcomings. 

One died unable to save those next to her. 

One died without living his life to the fullest. 

One died before she was able to explore her true destiny. 

One died living in fear of the world and those who occupied it. 

However, one lives to ensure they all have a second chance at life. A second chance to face those worries. A second chance for the world to become a better place. Come along for the trial of a lifetime as six adventurers, each from their own time, experience and mold the destiny of the world before them. However, as the 600 year-long war continues to ravage the world, Tufe, a nation of Magic, Rikta, a nation of Elemental Benders, and Oslionia, a nation of Superior technology, show no signs of giving up despite over a billion people dying in the conflict in total, the question remaining is whether or not peace can finally be brought about, or will the six adventurers die trying?

I'm actually a little doubtful there are people still here now... I mean, there's only two Original Works I even want to work on: Those being this and An Adventure Beyond Greatness! ...Though I feel kinda unmotivated when I'm writing by myself and there's no one to talk to. Life's empty these days...

There are times I'm motivated by 'Hey, there might be a comment the next time I post' and then I just wait for it, feel satisfied once I see it, then go write the next chapter because I feel some worth in spending my time writing a story for readers.

I've also tried working on a Gaiaverse RP Amino that has three works as it's foundation (Battlefield Restart, An Adventure Beyond Greatness, and An Identity Beyond Self, that are basically three different variants of Isekai) but don't have any experience in Role-Playing so I don't know how to write the Guidelines. I already made plans to write a fictional universe like the Gaiaverse but there's too little things I am able to do for it right now...

A lot of IRL stuff have been weighing down on my mind recently. I'm not sure if I should be following the trends online to grab readers or just do as I want... Ah, I'm jealous of those who do as they want and don't question it like the characters I create. And also feeling inferior to actual authors...

Anyway, I find myself a better critic rather than writing my own works thanks to my very nitpicking nature acting up whenever I see a good story that only needs some improvements. There are those who I've seen give 'feedback' on stories online but why do I feel they miss the point of being a critic?

I've went around A LOT of websites that have to do with writing and in the end, I found there was one big example of what I mean on closer than I thought Discord. There was a chapter that ticked all my boxes and made me interested as a reader on top of it about its plot but in the end of the day all I saw was a 'feedback' telling this good writer that they 'made a mistake by not explaining the core conflicts and character's personality in-depth'.

This critique really made my head turn as I couldn't understand how they missed the point of the chapter as well as how 'not giving information that isn't needed right now' adds an air of mystique.

I mean, there's a difference between 'narrating' for your audience and 'telling them the details'. The former layers a story with emotions while the latter only make them this 'yep, this is happening now'.

After all, investment doesn't come from knowing the overall situation but the characters who draw intrigue. Question like: 'What are this man's intentions?' And 'Does this person actually mean what they say?' Are what adds subtext that shows that the writer is trusting their reader connect the dots that aren't outright stated in the story.

Of course, there's a difference between holding back information because you yourself don't have the answers and doing it because you have a plan for later. Even Professional Authors like the J.R.R Martin name drop organisations and places before going in-depth once they become relevant later.

What my point is that as long as you have a plan for later, it isn't NECESSARY to give all the information at once. If you summarise the story in the first chapter alone, what will you have for later?

It's like how badly the Cautious Hero Anime could have become if it only repeated its main gimmick without any flare later on (though if your story is based off nothing more than a gimmick then you should keep it as a short story rather than lengthening it for no reason). Instead it actually had a lot more elements that was explored later on.

My reason for going on and on about this is because I feel that there are too many with their critics aiming towards what they want to see later because it's interesting rather than if the written draft is good right now.

I know this sounds similar to what I wrote that time I quite this story which was basically 'I got harassed by people not knowing how to criticise a story properly' but I feel like it's still relevant now.

Well... That's all I got. Be sure to tell me if you guys want a rant or analysis on something and I'll add it to the list of numbered blogs in the Auxiliary Chapters. And you might want to tune in since a plot twist you kinda saw coming but didn't expect to happen will come up in the next few chapters.

The end of the 2nd Arc is near!

(Cover by Darkstar Dust)

This is a story I worked on ages ago that has been refined and edited by adding foreshadowing to events while also simplifying the power system better than before. This story can be considered a prequel to An Adventure Beyond Greatness as it takes place years prior to the events of that story.

Short Synopsis:
After retiring from the battlefield, my life became empty and lifeless. The regrets of my past haunt me in my sleep. Then a change occurred, a King from another world summoned me to fight for his kingdom, but I died even before I could give him my answer. Now, after a fake God allowed me to reincarnate (albeit imperfectly) with my memories intact, into a world filled with magic and swords.

Long Synopsis:
This is about a flawed protagonist who only knew to rely on others and not socialise who gets a second chance to change himself in order to live the life he aimed for in his past life. The narrator isn’t exactly trustworthy since it is purely in his bias perspective while other perspectives given by others fill in the blanks that he either leaves out or twists to suit the situation.

The story itself can be considered a parody of Isekai’s classic tropes which are given a sense of reality as time goes by. As there exists no ‘Demon Lord’, there is also no black and white, only characters opinions and counter-opinions throughout the story.

Things to address:
• Support and thanks
• Vote/rate/review
• Amazon Paperback/kindle
• Patreo n new & old
• Links
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Support and Thanks!
Hi everyone! Whether you are a reader old who struggled through the original drip feed of chapters… or a new reader who has joined with the influx of re-uploads, welcome to the chaos :P 
I really must say that for me, personally, this has been such an amazing journey of highs and lows. I am not disillusioned with my own writing. I know I am not the worst – but I am also well aware that I am not the best by any means, even in the community of freelance online writers. So the fact that so many of you take the time to read A Hand-Woven Universe not only blows my mind but also makes me so happy. Although it might be a long endeavor – I will continue the story of Noone and Tapestry all the way to the end.
Promise.
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Vote/Rate/Review
Obviously on all websites where this is uploaded, they have a system in place to help rank the stories. I won't beg too much, but please consider doing whatever it is to bring this story a larger audience!
On WN this means voting everyday – if you feel so inclined, and leaving a review.
On RR this means leaving a rating and review.
I plan to upload soon on MQ as well!
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Amazon Paperback/Kindle
After a multi-month haitus… I am proud to announce that Silence In Tapestry, Book 1 of A Hand-Woven Universe, is for sale on Amazon! 
If you enjoyed book 1 enough to consider purchasing a paperback copy, then I would like to give you my thanks now just for  the simple fact that you took the time to read all the way to that point. However, the paperback copy is not perfect. I had to do all of the writing, editing, and formatting myself. This means its quality will not be the MOST professional it could have been. For this I apologize, but for what it is – I am happy with it. Flaws and all.
If you would just like to support me but don't want to spend the money to purchase a paperback, please consider buying a kindle copy! It's far cheaper and I will receive about the same profit from either due to Amazon's royalty agreement.
Thank you all for being so patient with me getting this whole thing together. I know a lot of worries were going around about whether or not I would be back. Well, I am!
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Patreo n: New and Old.
For those of you who have been supporting me on Patreo n (even through the hiatus…) Thank you. I honestly can not express my feelings on this properly through words alone – which really calls into question my efficacy as a writer. Nevertheless, I hope you all are prepared for book 2!
For anyone who might want to support me in a way other than Amazon – consider my patreo n! I will be changed the tiers a little bit to make it more enticing. Here's what you can expect:
•Even more advanced chapters per tier
• The ability to create major/minor characters for the story
• Patreo n-Specific discord tag!
• patreo n-Specific Q&A's
• Special mention in any books produced
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I hope you all are preparing yourselves for book 2! I have quite a bit of outlining just to keep it flowing well. But I am equally excited to bring the story in my mind, to the page. 
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Amazon Kindle: (https://www.amazon.com/Silence-Tapestry-Hand-Woven-Universe-Book-ebook/dp/B07WWJQFCH/ref=sr_1_2?keywords=a+hand+woven+universe+book&qid=1566675344&s=gateway&sr=8-2)
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Patreo n: (https://www.patreo n.com/LukeisAurelius)
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Discord: (https://discord.gg/J9PyhA5 )

What happens to a world of Magic and Dragons when a cultivator bursts into their universe? What about when a cultivator is raised right under their noses?

How do Wizards and High Elves, Dungeons and Dwarves, fare against an unknowing cultivator and the Laws of the Universe?

Epochs ago an Immortal left his inheritance behind on a dying plane of existence. 

Now, at the edge of what was once desolate world, the immortals inheritance is about to make himself known. And his name is Noone.

An original cultivator of his world, unguided, and unrestrained.

Noone is the powerless child of a civilazation locked away at the edge of the world. When tragedy occurs, and his world is turned around, he inherits the Will of The Ancestor. An ancient legendary being who protected the conclave of Tapestry, until the desolate world above would become re-inhabitable.

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IMPORTANT: This is a long-form narrative. If you don't enjoy slower-paced world building then this isnt the novel for you.

NOT: a systems/reincarnation story

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Discord! 
https://discord.gg/J9PyhA5

Patreon!
https://www.patreon.com/LukeisAurelius

Note: Be warned as this Halloween story is a bit spooky. Also even though there is a bit of giantess content, this is mainly a femdom story.


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    "Today is Halloween is today and I am hoping you will all be scared by the end of this!" The few hundred foot tall giantess said this as she came to crash all our parties. Her hair was blond, her eyes were green and she had this devilish smile on her face. This female just proceed to go everywhere, crush everyone and eat as many people as she could. No one knew how this woman had appeared or why she choose to terrorize us. We did everything we could to stop her. We tried reasoning with her, offering her anything to make her stop and even surrendering to her. She would not listen and simply continued her rampage while talking about why we should be scared of her. We called for the police, the military and everyone we could think of to help. However, no one could put a dent in her as if she was some goddess. She could alter her size, teleport to wherever she wanted and could seem to do whatever else she wanted to do. This woman was just trying to toy with us as she killed and killed.


    The goddess gave away people's deepest secrets just for the fun of it and then proceeded to kill those same people in the ways they feared most. She tortured, and killed some more as the death count went from the thousands, all the way to the billions across the world. Once humanity was just about existent, she would bring everyone back to kill them all again slightly differently. She would once again show off her red hair and green eyes as she caused the destruction. No one knew how this omnipotent entity had appeared or why she choose to terrorize us. The woman would just torture us all, kill us and then bring us back to resume the torture once more. This seemed to go on for years, but it was somehow still the day of Halloween. The goddess kept on giving us punishments that ranged from making us scared of our own reflections to having us peel off our own skin. We just watched this violence as blood and flesh were ripped out, our internal organs were bitten into, and yet we could still function during all the pain. We were forced to attack each other, bite into our own hearts and murder our loved ones while being surrounded by laughter. I̼̮͍̲̹͆̓͊͛̅̌͘ţ͍̩̩͇̽́͂̍͌͂̚͞͝ was like we were under some sort of spell as we were forced to do this and when we tried to cry, we were forced to giggle instead. We were all terrified when we were in this hell that is still continuing to today.


    We are trapped in this other world while being tortured by this being of ours. I wish I could just kill myself, stay dead and be done from this torture. I know escape is meaningless, and the only way for this to end is for the goddess to just get bored and kill all of us. I truly wish for that to happen, but it is the goddess' decision and not mine. That being showed us these other worlds that were simply worlds like yours where she never came, and it was heaven compared to our own. She did this to make us feel even worse and it of course worked. She also showed us worlds far worse than ours without this entity even arriving, in order to guilt us and make us feel worse once again. She did all sorts of things and like I said before, more and more punishments are still going on. All kinds of torture involving death, blood, flesh, bones, organs, skin and many more still continue. Only I was allowed to now be absent from the punishment, so I could write this all done as I am doing now. The goddess has given me the special task as I watch everyone suffer and feel guilty for being left out. I think she told me the truth, but I am not sure what I know anymore.


    The point is that this writing is another kind of torture that she is showing to all of us. She is making me write this all done so she can send it to the mind of someone in another world, your world. You are probably reading this story on some site like Deviantart, Giantess World, Giantess City, A Sex Stories, FictionPress, Inkitt, Wattpad, Omnitopia, Quotev, Webnove, Eka's portal, SuperWomanMania, evilsupergirls or even someplace like Amazon. If this story will be put on other websites, it will be put there in a little while. The writer is someone usually with the name of Questathana, who in reality is a twenty year old male named Zachary that lives in New York City. I could say more about him, but it probably either will not make it through or distract you more than I need to. My point is you are probably reading this to get off to some fetish aspect or to see some spookiness. However, this is not just some story. These are the real struggles I am facing in another world that I am able to transfer to the mind of some guy. THIS IS NOT JUST SOME JOKE OR STORY! PLEASE DO WHATEVER YOU CAN TO HELP US!!!


    Try to get people to notice this story and work on accessing other worlds to help in order to help us. Please just do anything you can to help! I tried to get you to notice something was wrong earlier with describing the goddess at different times with different hair colors and one time wrote "I̼̮͍̲̹͆̓͊͛̅̌͘ţ͍̩̩͇̽́͂̍͌͂̚͞͝" one time like that. I even tried almost repeating the sentence of "No one knew how this woman had appeared or why she choose to terrorize us", but replaced "woman" with "omnipotent entity" in the repetition. What else would be something that in no way would belong in a story, to show what I am saying is the truth?! Should I insult the readers and say you have no life for reading these kinds of stories? Should I insult giantess Halloween stories and ask why none of them are actually scary??? S̸̢̧̨̻̮͍̒͌̿̏̔̆̓̚͢h̡̞͎̹͈̋̓̇̂͒̓̕̚o̴̢̳͔͕͌̔̓̏͌ͅͅu̢̻̻͙͎͓͈̟̿̋͐̅͌l̤͙̖̳̦͎͉͔͖͑̇̍͒̏d̨̞̙̗̼́̀̅̓̂̔̇͝͞͞ I̷̝̰͇̍̀̍̔́͊͒͜͜͡ ẅ̸̢̺̼͖̥̰͙̳͙̹̅̂̓͞ȑ̵̨̨̤̥͇̳̺͉̫͈̂̍̀̄͂̀̓̚̚i̶̖̝̱̹͔̤͋͋̆̅̍̂̎̚͘t̺͈̥̜̖͈̹͈̺̃̒͂͐̍͂̚͞e̲͖̭̙̙̰̯͂̂͑̇͠͞ à̹̟̺̬̐͋̑̄͑̃́͆̈͟ w̨̮̹̺͇̤̘̼͐̉̾͒̆̓̌͌͢h̼̱̩̠͇̘̲͍̥̋͐̉̏͠͞ő͇̗̰̲̺̩̠̭̦̭̄́͌̉͑̓l̛͖̤̝̠̦̯̎̋̇͘͞͝ȅ̠̲̩̫̱̼̦͛́͒͢͠ ś̢̯̣̦̟̰̬̬̖̀̿̿͗e̶̛̗͕̬̗̼̍̌͋̾̎͑̆̀́n̵̨̧̢̪̻̝͚̮͂̿̃̓̂̕̚͝͝ẗ̝̺̤̰̰̻̮̩̮̃̓̂͌̐͊̚͠͞ę͇̜̳̫̖̆̎̾̂̄̕͢͝n̤͚̮̙̘̳̓́͂̏͗͗͂̋̐͟c̢͉͈͍̫̏͊͆̌́̓͗̕͝ḙ̵̡͕̺͖͙̲̇̔̀͌̕͡ l̳̘̯̹͋̈̐́̈́͐̉̚͜͞į̼̙̞͇̹͇̼̩̱̄̓̉̈́̒̍̔̅̎k̴͈͓͎̟̎̀͑̿͋͟͝e̶͕̩͖̱̻̞̐̆̀͋͆̃̅͝ͅ t̸̤̖̼̗̲̦̿̂̏͌̾͌̍h̷̨̳̮̭̠̪͚̬͓͇̊͛̑́̀̑͂̐͘͠i̴̳̩͉͉͓̠̲͙̎̔̽̋̈̊̓̄̈́͘͢s̵̡̛̮̻͚̳͔͓̅̑̉̂̈́͊̔̿̓͜͜͟?̵͇̱͖̳̰́̏̒̅̐̈!̷̢̲̣̰̣͖̬͔̤̐̈͋͑͒̽̽͆̇͢ What do you want from me to do to convince you?!


    Of course I know none of this will ever work and I am mostly just doing this because I have to... You probably will just laugh and be entertained by this while my whole world is suffering… I have given up hope long ago and this has been my first bit of hope for years, but I know it is all pointless... Can you please, please at least try to believe me?


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Sources:


The websites mentioned earlier are real websites


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Yeah I have no idea why that citation is in that kind of font. I tried to fix it, but it will not work for me. It is probably nothing. Just letting you know about that and so you will not be surprised if I come into more technical problems. Yeah my computer has been really troublesome while working on this. It shut down and closed programs multiple times when working on this. Just a little bit of a pain. Like I said before, probably nothing, but letting you know in case something similar happens later. Not trying to make this part depressing or anything heh. Just can not think of anything more to say. Well Happy Halloween and goodbye!

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