The sarcastic and frivolous commentary and storytelling of a typical transmigration.

After I sleep I don't remember anything anymore, the only thing I remember is that cute, sweet feeling I was feeling as I was falling asleep, I thank them for letting me sleep like that.

I woke up two times in the night because they had to change the person who would be outside the guard, but soon after I went back to sleep, they were cautious not to wake me up. They are lovely women.

They are the kind of people that look bad, and their clothes make their a little scary, but once you know their personalities better, you realize that she is a great person, all 3 was that way.

From the beginning, I already sympathized with Eleonor and Clevina as they were in the back of Cibely making a joke. The only one that scared me was Cibely. Still, she is the most lovable of all, and this proves that I shouldn't judge people for their appearance.

But leaving that aside, it was time to wake up. It seems that don't have any attacks at night, and it was a quiet night.
I'm grateful for that since I didn't want the girls to get hurt.

Well, if they got hurt I could cure them as I did with Emily's mother, but it's not okay if they die instantly there was no way to bring them back to life, I think even in this world it's not possible to bring the dead back to life.

When we woke up, we got out of the carriage and ate some fruits that were inside my storage, which again was the Cibely who gave me to keep.

I don't know what we would do with breakfast from now on since there was no place to pick fruit around here. I wouldn't want to go inside a forest to look for fruit or something.

They had no bread, so the only thing we could eat was meat, meat for breakfast and the rest of the day, I think by the time I get to that city I'll be sick of meat already, this will be uncomfortable.

After we had finished breakfast, we climbed into the carriage and continued our journey as before, again I sat on Cibely's side, and Eleonor and Clevina sat on the other side of the carriage, and again began that awkward silence.

To end that silence, I decided to ask or get into something not to be a boring trip like last time, since yesterday I was very bored since I had nothing to do or talk about.

"Are there board games in Grenrok?" I decided to ask if there were games only in that city because if there is not in that city, they can at least know the board games, but if they have never heard of it, I can bring these games to this world.

"Ah, yes, but there are only chess, you know?" Cibely said something interesting to me, does it seem that in the city of Grenrok there is only chess, or is there chess only all over the world? It needs to be more specific.

"Are there any other board games besides this?" I asked a more specific question this time to try to find out all about the board game culture in this world.

"Not that I know of, do you know of any other games?" Cibely asked as she looked at Eleonor de Clevina. When she asked them, them both denied, it seems that neither of them saw any other board games than chess.

'This is good news for me.' Since there is only chess, if I bring other games like shoji, checkers, or the like, I can make a lot of money in this world when I open the store in the case.

Sometimes I get annoyed with myself for being so anxious and thinking so forward, but it's okay if I think so forward means that everything will work out somehow.

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It had been a few hours, and we spent this time talking about various things, we also stopped a little for the horses to rest and took the opportunity to fill the water bottles as it was almost over.

There is plenty of river in this world, not like my old world where the water gets smaller in the world with each passing year. Well, I appreciate having water everywhere, so we won't have work to get water or food.

If we can not hunt any animals in the forest, we can catch fish in the rivers. It's harder to fish than to hunt, but it's an option if we don't get the meat we need in the forest.

"So how did you two meet?" Since it was so boring, I decided to listen to Cibely's story about her group. They seemed to be very friendly, but people weren't born friends, so I wanted to know how they met and formed their group, I always enjoyed hearing stories like that.

I wasn't the kind of people who ran after friendships a lot, and I wasn't the kind of person other people were looking for friendship, so I liked to hear these stories, either in anime or told by people on the internet.

After the three women give some thought, it seems that they finally decided whether or not to tell the story to me. I didn't want to force them to say, and I just wanted to have some fun and end my boredom during this trip.

The women decided that Eleonor would tell the story; it seems she is the girl with the best storytelling skills in this group.

And from there begins the story of Cibely's group. I hope there is no tragedy in this story, and I hope it is a cute story where I can admire every moment this group of friends spent together.

That kind of "Slice of Life" story that leaves you with a smile on your face.


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Our protagonist was an otaku and hid that fact from everyone.
After he gave up hiding this fact, he was eventually scorned by his friends and his own family.

After some time being despised, he was expelled from home because he had become a NEET.

After that, he began to live alone and had to find a job to support himself.
He worked a fucking job and was practically a slave.

But one day when he opened the store by himself, he had a stupid accident, and since he had no one to help him
He died right there in a pathetic accident.

He thought it would be the end of his life, but suddenly he opened his eyes and realized it was in the body of a little girl.
A little girl with no family who was under the care of maids.

She was a little girl with many mysteries in her life.

Follow our protagonist's life in this new world, a world where death is normal.



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Azim followed Korin downstairs and they sat on the carpet. Korin prepared some tea and salmon sushi on the mini table. 

Korin: Sigh "Can I ask you questions?"

Azim agreed and listen carefully. 

Korin: "Where do you learn to hide your presence, and why can't I read your mind?"

Azim is always kind and honest guy since a child. So, he told Korin all about himself, except for the existence of Wis. From his perspective, Korin is now his teacher, so he needs to tell him his origin and his capability so Korin can help and guide him. For Wis, he can keep it a secret because he didn't plan to use Wis for the time being. 

Korin listened to the young man stories from beginning till the end. He was shocked to know that his student was an alien. He can conclude that Azim is an honest human with unpolished talent. 

Korin: 'They came last year to get the Sacred Water. But they have the basics done unlike this human here. The fat guy only knew how to eat, but thanks to him I got a person to talk to. And this man right here has a tremendous potential. Maybe I could nurture Azim to be like Goku.' Thought Korin. 

"Master Korin, can I ask you something?"

Korin looked at his new student and nodded his head.

"Do you know anything about King Piccolo?" From the series, Yajirobe stayed at Korin Tower after Goku defeated King Piccolo. So he was intrigued to ask about the timeline.

Korin was shocked by the question and asked.

Korin: "How do know about him?"

"From TV?" Azim carefully answered. Well, he's not lying because he watched Goku vs King Piccolo fight on his old parents' TV. 

Korin: "King Piccolo died 2 years ago. He was once known ...." 

Korin started the storytelling for half an hour long. From the answer he got, it's confirmed Goku currently at the Lookout, dozen kilometers above him. 

"Master Korin, can I live outside the tower? I plan to explore the world while in training. If something happens, I will just teleport here. I can teleport to any place that I want, so I can still earn experience after every day's training session end."

Azim planned to have fun exploring Dragonball world. If he only stayed at one place, he will never have some fun. 

Korin: "How long do you plan to learn under me?"

"Having a great teacher really help me learn martial arts, but how vast can theory fill up the heart to become strong? Thus, I plan to learn martial arts under you till the next World Martial Art Tournament. I want to end the teaching at that time and experience worthy opponents to sharpen my understanding. I hope Master Korin can approve this."

Korin stared at me for awhile and spoke. 

Korin: "There is a year left for the tournament. From your strength, the training should end about half a year. You can explore around after the training finish. How's that sound?"

Azim wondered for a minute. Anything will be fine, but he wanted to play games too. The last jobs only took 10 hours, and the remaining time he spent on games. If he follow Master Korin's plan, he will not able to play games at all, and needed to live here for half a year. 

"Master Korin, can I propose another plan? How about we do training only half a day. I suggest we do it in from dawn till dusk, and a day off in a week. I can relax my body at night and has a day off every Friday. How's that sound?"

Korin: "I agree with that. But why Friday?"

"Well, I plan to explore and at the same time, open a frozen shop where I can sell fresh meat and fish. I just randomly choose the day, no hard feeling if you don't agree."

Korin: "Hmm.. Alright I agree. It's getting late. That's all for today. Come again tomorrow morning."

"Thank you Master Korin. Can I know where the nearest town here?"

Master Korin walked to the direction of the stairs, and pointed his cane toward that direction. 

Korin: "There's a town 20km from here."

Azim looked at the direction and thanked Master Korin. He jumped from the tower and fly freely in the air in the direction given by Master Korin.

This novel is just for fun. I want to make a novel that fits my taste. This is a fanfiction, but I dont know how to change the type, so bare with my fantasy novel. 

He is an average guy trying to live in anime.
Cool mc, not power hungry mc, kind mc, no romance.

'ttcchh..tzt'

"System Online"

(static)

"System's Log accessed"

"All Logs are now being retrieved, please standby"

"1%..5%..10%..25%..45%..64%..86%..100%..Retrieval complete"

"All logs now available, awaiting further instructions"

"Starting new log..please standby"

"Now loading log..."

****************************************

"System's Log 9284753828428482, My current host Oriole Dimsmite's status has, as you know been updated to deceased a month ago.

Cause of death: Failed System Quest
                             Punishment

          I John Cocolas Melvida System, the greatest system there is can officially say that I'm really bored and is still thinking of what I'm gonna turn into next. 

Ever since I became a system 9,415,825,836,825,728,258 centuries ago after dying because of a server(you know like for games) falling on my head from who knows where, I've been figuring out what is the best kind of system I should be, I've always thought that after dying like that, just like from novels, I'd become some OP MC in another world with an OP System. I never would have thought that I'd be reborn as the system instead. Although a major con I face is that I can't go on adventures and grow stronger like others and find love to grow a family, It also has its pros like how I have no rivals and I can pretty much do anything I want.


You know, I've always wondered what's the point of this log as all my host don't bother with my past and would rather use the gacha subsystem I have than listen to my logs.


Hmm...you know what? I'll listen to them myself, in fact I'll even play all of them from the start. Am I losing my mind? Do I even have a mind to begin with? I think this logs are starting to turn me senile.
😊😃😀😁😂😩😨😰😢😧😭😤

Welp, There I go again..sorry about that sudden outburst my log. Anyways, I'm logging out still have to listen to that sweet music that is my voice storytelling my life. ✌"

"Log complete"

"Log has been successfully added to the archive"

"Now loading Log 1..please standby"

"Story Mode activated"

"1%..2%..4%...8%...16%...32%...64%...86%...Loading Complete"

You've heard or read about obedient systems that will only do as told...

You've heard or read about systems with their own personality, some will only give things to host as long as it benefits them, some that annoys their host nonstop...

You might even have heard or read about systems that aren't really AIs but are are covers for people to order others do what they want them to do...

There are death systems, helping systems, acting tough systems, internet cafe systems, gourmet systems, business systems, naruto systems, music systems and even overpowered systems along with many more...

But have you ever read or heard about a system that can't make up it's mind about what it's suppose to be? 

A system with it's own mind that can choose what it wants to be but is so bad at making decisions that it decided to just try every single one till it finds the best kind for itself...after all, it has the ability to move to different or parallel worlds in different planes of existence and has access to anything it wants as a gift, prize or exchange item to it's hosts. 


PS: (For those who subscribed(if that's what you call it) to my novel "Pokemon: Another World", sorry but I decided to not continue with that one but instead do this instead, for those fakemons I created, I'll turn them into monsters in my other novels instead. I understand that some might not want to read this novel but other pokemon novels instead, I can understand if you drop reading this but for those who will still stay, I appreciate it, hope you like this story and I'll try not to disappoint you people.)

PPS: Hahaha, Just realized you can't actually drop reading that one as it hadn't started in the fist place, welp that's it, expect a long wait for chapters until March 2020 as I plan to focus writing my 4 novels on summer, don't really have the time to write novels for this and the next couple months as Im2 busy.

PPSS: This is fan-fiction All worlds and their pre existing characters that the system visits or meets are not mine, well...I'll just say in the creator's thoughts if the world and pre-existing characters are not mine or if they are as I'll also be adding and creating my own worlds and characters.

Companions all looked dumbfounded after confirming the scenario's details. It was such an incredibly simple clear condition. As a matter of fact, it had to be the easiest out of all the scenarios we experienced so far.
All we had to do was follow the Great Dokkaebi's words and climb aboard the Ark and then, leave this world-line.
"Dok-Ja-ssi....."
[What are you waiting for? There can't be a better scenario than this one for you.]
I heard the voices of the Great Dokkaebis floating in the air.
[Know that many Constellations opposed you lot being chosen as the 'seeds'. We chose you even if we had to go against the flow of those stars.]
Bihyung, his lips pale-blue, was lowering his head amongst his peers.
My head became complicated. Why did the 'King of Stories' suddenly suggest such a scenario? The me currently couldn't figure it out.
One thing's for sure, though – by listening to their suggestion, the survival of my comrades would be guaranteed.
⸢<Kim Dok-Ja Company>'s Fable would be recorded on the 'Final Wall'. Along with all the other Fables he hated.⸥
I turned around to find my companions staring at me.
"Everyone."
I tried to say something, but it wasn't easy.
A truly easy path was now available before eyes. If we choose this method, then we might not even need to resort to our plan.
None of my companions would die, too. And they wouldn't become 'Outer Gods', as well.
We simply had to get on that ship and cross over to another world-line, and then, live our new stories as if nothing had ever happened. We just had to become the rulers of the new world-line with our Fables.
Just like the top gods of <Olympus> and <Asgard>, we'd simply live on while enjoying all the pleasures the scenario offered in sheer comfort.
"Dok-Ja-ssi."
My gaze met Yu Sang-Ah's as she looked squarely at me.
⸢However, would we be able to happily live in a big house in that place?⸥
Yi Ji-Hye was grasping the key ring attached to [Twin Dragon Sword] tightly, and...
⸢Would we be able to congratulate Ji-Hye's graduation with genuine smiles?⸥
….Shin Yu-Seung and Yi Gil-Yeong were holding onto the ends of each other's clothes.
⸢Would I be able to go to a PC Bang with Gil-Yeong-ee and play games with him, and....⸥
⸢And, go to the Han River with Yu-Seung-ee and share a pizza with her?⸥
Finally, Yu Jung-Hyeok was glaring at me.
⸢Just like erasing the graffiti scribbled on the Final Wall, could we really pretend that everything that happened to us meant nothing at all?⸥
The apocalypse had begun, and that couldn't be turned back.

[Constellation, 'Demon-like Judge of Fire', is waiting for your decision.]

Just like how the dead pair of Agares and Metatron couldn't come back.

[Constellation, 'Abyssal Black Flame Dragon', is observing your decision.]

[Constellation, 'Secretive Plotter', is observing your decision.]

We couldn't erase the Apocalypse Dragon's second coming as if it had never happened, and just like how we couldn't change Yu Jung-Hyeok's past regression turns...
⸢Everything that happened in this world was already a part of us.⸥
Han Su-Yeong opened her mouth. "Kim Dok-Ja, what are you hesitating for? You already know what needs to be done, don't you?"
Yi Hyeon-Seong approached me even before I realised it and placed his hand on my shoulder. As if he knew what I was about to say.
"My thoughts are the same as you, Dok-Ja-ssi."
The Fables we've earned together, and the things that might get left behind, were all telling our story.
People back on Earth. My mother and the 'wanderers'. Those who shared the story with us, but not here with us right now.

[Every Fable of the Nebula <Kim Dok-Ja Company> is now looking at you.]

['The 4th Wall' is strongly vibrating!]

Some time ago, the 'Secretive Plotter' said to me this:
[[When we meet again, I hope you've become the proper master of that 'wall'.]]
Jang Ha-Yeong possessed the 'Wall of Impossible Communication', while Yu Sang-Ah possessed the 'Wall of Samsara' she inherited from Sakyamuni. Agares and Metatron possessed the 'Wall that Divides Good and Evil'.
And all these 'walls' each possessed a Fable that would be written on that particular wall.
⸢In that case, what is the Fable that should be written on [The 4th Wall]?⸥
[The 4th Wall] said this to me earlier – that I was the 'last' of that 'Final Wall'.
⸢The finale of all these Fables.⸥
For the last time, I looked at my companions before I spoke my piece. I was trying to confirm whether we were making the wrong choice or not.
I couldn't tell. There was no sure-fire way to figure out the truth. However...
⸢Do what you believe is the best, Dok-Ja-ssi.⸥
⸢Ahjussi, we'll die together when the time comes. Got that?⸥
⸢Rather than the shameful survival, I much prefer the righteous end, actually.⸥
Their voices gave me courage.
The Fable boiling up from the deepest part of my body permitted my true voice to come out.
[We shall not be boarding the Ark.]
It felt as if I could just about see the full stop to a story I had been pondering for the longest time.
The Great Dokkaebis were staring at me with frozen expressions. Every Constellation within this world-line was focusing their gazes only on me.
As I felt each and every one of those gazes, this indescribable sense of freedom washed over me, too.
⸢And at that moment, Kim Dok-Ja realised what the story not written yet in the 'Ways of Survival' was.⸥
I had read every regression turn found in the 'Ways of Survival'. I still remembered them all. However, there was one part that even I had failed to read.
⸢The Epilogue.⸥
From the 0th turn to the 1863rd. Every Fable that I read was now gathering in one spot.
The stories from the nebulas flowing within the heavens were being integrated into this world-line. I sensed the Constellations in the distance making their moves behind the scenes, too.
Something was approaching here.
[Do you understand the brevity of what you just said?]
The Great Dokkaebis were asking me.
Some carried expressions implying that they already expected this outcome, while some looked quite flustered, instead. Actually, neither should matter to them – after all, everything was simply 'Fable' to these creatures.
Everything was the will of <Star Stream> to them, after all.

[<Star Stream> is proposing the names for your final Great Fable.]

[You can now choose between two proposed 'Conclusions'.]

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1. Vagabond of the Destroyed World-line
2. Ruler of the Despairing Starlight

…..

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The names of the last 'Great Fable' we had completed floated up. I stared at the choices of 'Conclusion' given to me. Both of them sounded rather grandiose.
⸢And both of them couldn't contain their story in its entirety.⸥
[I won't be accepting the Fable names you have proposed.]

[Constellation, 'Demon King of Salvation', has rejected all the choices proposed by <Star Stream>.]

Tsu-chuchuchut!
[I shall not be completing the 'Conclusion' you're talking about.]
I slowly unsheathed the [Unbreakable Faith] from my waist. Most likely, this moment in time had been set in stone as soon as I first grasped this sword.

[Every Fable of the Nebula, <Kim Dok-Ja Company> has begun their storytelling!]

Yu Jung-Hyeok unsheathed the [Dark Heavenly Demon Sword], while Han Su-Yeong undid the bandages off her left hand.
Jeong Hui-Won raised her [Judge's Sword], followed up by Yi Ji-Hye grasping the [Twin Dragon Sword] with both of her hands.
Yu Sang-Ah spread out her lotus pedestal, and Shin Yu-Seung's Chimera Dragon began roaring on.
Gong Pil-Du installed the [Armed Fortress] faster than anyone, and I spotted Jang Ha-Yeong standing at the very top of this fortress while releasing the Status of a Transcender.
And finally, Yi Hyeon-Seong stepped forward as if to protect everyone.
They were speaking through their actions. That's why I could tell my story as well.
[I shall not let any one of you abandon this world-line. Properly witness the end of the story you have created. Witness with your own eyes.... what kind of an end awaits for the world of your creation.]
The Status of the Fable exploding forth from my entire body travelled on the [Unbreakable Faith] and extended forward.
[Stop this!]
The startled Great Dokkaebis also made a move and withstood my Status. I unhesitantly shot out the second, then the third, shockwaves from the Fables.

[<Star Stream> is responding to your group's action!]

[<Bureau> is activating the Probability!]

Even as the vicious storm of sparks tightened around my body, I didn't step back. All the Fables we had created together were roaring on under the pain akin to our Incarnation Bodies being torn apart.

[Great Fable, 'Demon World's Spring', has begun its storytelling!]

[Great Fable, 'Torch that Swallowed the Myth', has begun its storytelling!]

[Great Fable, 'Season of Light and Darkness', has begun its storytelling!]

[Great Fable, 'Liberator of the Forgotten Ones', has begun its storytelling!]

[Your Great Fable without a name has begun its storytelling!]

What determined a story's 'Conclusion' were the Beginning, the Development, and finally, the Climax that had come before it. Nothing else besides could determine what the 'Conclusion' would be like.
I swung my fist towards the sparks before me over and over again. I even threw the [Unbreakable Faith] into the ripples of the blinding aftermath's storm.

[Your action has caused <Star Stream> to....]

[The possibility of the predetermined 'Conclusion' is....]

[■?■■....■?■■?]

The predetermined texts were shattering right before my eyes. The once-legible words were changing to something illegible as if cloudy dust had settled down on them.
And when that dust eventually cleared, what I saw next was the utterly wrecked front hull of the Ark.
Kwa-aaaaaah!
I was aware of what would happen by doing something like this.

['King of Stories' is now looking at you.]

[The Wenny King is greatly pleased by your action.]

Even then, this was the best answer I could come up with.
⸢The method of finding the 'Conclusion' not seen before in the original.⸥
⸢The method of saving everyone while resolving the distorted Probability.⸥
Reaching the end of this world through the predetermined 'gi-seung-jeon-gyeol' was impossible. Because it was simply the template for the predetermined 'Conclusion'.
Meaning, this story wouldn't be able to cross the 'Final Wall'.
⸢And that is why Kim Dok-Ja refused the 'Conclusion' handed out to him.⸥
A giant rupture was being generated in the world.

[Your actions have crumbled the predetermined rules of the 'scenario'.]

[A portion of <Star Stream>'s plot is crumbling away!]

[<Star Stream>'s emergency sequence is activating!]

The surrounding view suddenly began changing. I sensed the <Star Stream> trying its best to shoe-horn me into its own 'Conclusion'.
⸢In the end, everything will become a scenario.⸥
Maybe, the Great Dokkaebis didn't know. Or, maybe they did know, yet had no choice but to simply carry on. Within this great 'scenario', even the storytellers would form a part of the scenario itself.

[<Star Stream> happily accepts your actions.]

[<Star Stream>'s Final Fable is waking up!]

Just like how a scenario happening outside of scenarios would still remain a scenario in the end; however, if everything would end as a scenario anyway, then I should be the one to decide which scenario to live in.
So... take a good look.

[Main scenario has been updated!]

"....Dok-Ja-ssi!"
Comrades standing in my near vicinity all stared at me with dazed eyes.
My Incarnation Body was changing along with tingling sensation. And also, the ominous aura of exclusion rose up above my body, too.
I knew exactly what sort of a scenario this was.
[Mak-nae-ya.]
The landscape of war spread out before our eyes.
And opposite us, Constellations were being summoned. Our enemies, and comrades we once fought together, they were all there.
Anna Croft, China's Fei Hu, India's Ranvir Khan, Japanese Alliance's Asuka Ren, <Olympus> and <Asgard>, and other Constellations from not just <Emperor> but other large Nebulas were all incarnating under the <Star Stream>'s Probability.
⸢Every Constellation of <Star Stream> was gathering here.⸥
Stars that kept amassing were burning brightly enough to illuminate the entirety of the universe. They were illuminating me as if they'd not permit even a single speck of darkness to exist in the cosmos.
⸢This was the <Star Stream>'s final battlefield.⸥
Tsu-chuchuchuchut!
This was none other than the 'stage' the 1863rd turn's Yu Jung-Hyeok had fought on – the place where he had faced off against the seething Outer Gods and their 'Outer God Kings'.
If there was one thing different from back then and now...
The enemy to be fought this time wasn't the 'Outer God King'.

[Constellation, 'Demon-like Judge of Fire', is....!]

[Constellation, 'Abyssal Black Flame Dragon', is....!]

[Constellation, 'Goryeo's First Sword', is....!]

Indirect messages flooded in among the blinking stars.
I heard Uriel and Black Flame Dragon's true voices, as well as my companions calling out to me.
The sensation of chaos completely filling up my view caused dizziness to nearly overtake me. I blocked my ringing, deafened ears while slowly blinking my eyes.

[Main scenario has been updated!]

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<Main Scenario #99 – Enemy of the Story>

Type: Main
Difficulty: Indeterminable?■
■?■?■?!■?■?■■■■■■.....

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The scenario message was being restructured in real-time.
Although its content couldn't be seen, everyone instinctively knew.
They knew that, if this scenario ended in failure, the <Star Stream> would be destroyed.
A short while later, the 'clear condition' everyone's been waiting for finally showed up. For some reason, I couldn't help but recall a certain sentence from the 'Ways of Survival' when I read the condition slowly rising up before my eyes.

⸢There are three ways of surviving a destroyed world.⸥

Comrades were shouting something while looking at me.
The author of the Ways of Survival did say this – there were three ways of surviving this horrible world. Three ways.
I began thinking.
⸢Three ways didn't mean that only three people would survive in the end.⸥
I looked back at my companions and grinned brightly.

*

Clear condition: You must kill the 'Enemy of the Story', Outer God King Kim Dok-Ja.

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Finally, this world's epilogue had begun.


<Episode 92. Final Scenario (5)> Fin.

Only I know the end of this world.
One day our MC finds himself stuck in the world of his favorite webnovel. What does he do to survive? It is a world struck by catastrophe and danger all around.
His edge? He knows the plot of the story to end. Because he was the sole reader that stuck with it. Read his story to see how he survives!

After dinner one of Cameron's friends suggested a game where everyone had to go around the table and tell two funny or embarrassing stories about whichever half of the engaged couple they knew, one true and one false. Everyone else would have to guess which was which. 

Next to Keeley, Valentina had a look of intense concentration on her face as she tried to think. She wanted to laugh. Of course her friend would take this seriously; she loved these kinds of games. 

Embarrassing stories…goodness knows Keeley knew quite a few but what would be the most fun to share? And what fake story could she come up with? She had never been good at making things up on the spot. Her best bet was probably using a true story about somebody else rather than Jennica. 

Jennica and Cameron weren't allowed to participate because they would be able to guess too easily. This game was solely to razz them, as close friends tended to do. 

One of Jennica's actress friends went first. She told a story about how Jennica burped right before she began singing her song at an audition. The other was about how she accidentally kicked someone in the face while dancing and then laughed so hard she fell to the floor and couldn't finish the routine. 

Keeley knew her friend—she was too professional for the second one to happen. "The burp story is the true one," she said confidently. 

Jennica's face was bright red. "Nope. The dance one happened when I first moved to New York and didn't know much about auditions yet."

Everyone laughed and moved to the next person, Cameron's next door neighbor growing up. 
He entertained everyone with a dramatic retelling of the time Cameron's brother thought it would be a good idea to tell him to hide inside the freezer in the grocery store and no one found him for fifteen minutes so he had to go to the emergency room. 

The second story was about Cameron knocking out a kid's tooth by accidentally headbutting him in P.E. and the tooth was stuck in his hair for hours without anyone noticing. The neighbor's storytelling was so vivid for both that the rest of the party didn't have a clue which was the truth. 

"The tooth story?" Aiden guessed. 

The neighbor shook his head with a grin. "The freezer."

Jennica looked at her fiancé in alarm. "Which brother was this?!"

"Chase."

"…I can totally see it."

Eventually it was Aiden's turn. He talked about how Cameron tripped and dumped his entire lunch tray on himself in the cafeteria and another time when he called him crying drunk because his dog smiled at him. 

Aaron spoke up for the first time in over thirty minutes. "The lunch tray is true. He came into my office covered in spaghetti sauce asking if I had a spare shirt."

"Did you?" someone asked. 

"Why would I keep an extra shirt in my office? I called him an idiot and sent him home."

All of Cameron's friends found this hilarious but Keeley narrowed her eyes. It was Aaron's turn now. If they were actually best friends, what kind of stories would he have to offer?

When prompted by Aiden, he began to speak in monotone. 

"Cameron was too lazy to get a real job in college and paid for all of his expenses by playing poker and blackjack in unofficial dorm room tournaments until he got banned for pissing people off by taking all their money. He also listens to electronic pop music on the plane every time he has a business trip." 

Aaron really wasn't good at this game. Everyone who knew Cameron at least a little guessed correctly on the first try. 

"How could you slander me like that, Aaron? I only listen to classic rock on planes!" he protested though it was obvious he was just giving his friend a hard time. 

"…I'm not creative."

Keeley held back a snort. No, he was not. The only time she had ever seen him exhibit any creativity whatsoever was on that Star Wars poem in high school. 

She felt a slight pang. When had he watched those? After she died because he missed her or after being reborn to impress her? That moron. 

It didn't matter either way. He wasn't a part of her life anymore. At least, he wouldn't be once this stupid wedding was over. She still needed to have words with Jennica for tossing them together in the wedding party like this. 

She tried to shake those thoughts free and focus on the next several guests' stories but she mostly spaced out until it was her turn. How had it gotten to her so quickly?

A deer caught in headlights, she froze momentarily because she forgot her story ideas. Help. They came back to her after a minute of awkward silence and clearing her throat. 

"Let's see…there was the time Jennica held my cat up like Simba from the Lion King as she sang 'The Circle of Life'…and when she thought it would be interesting to try mixing every single flavor of Kool-Aid together at once and made me try it. We both puked in the sink afterward."

Aaron surprised her by speaking up. "The Lion King one is the true story. Your brother was the one who mixed together all the Kool-Aid."

Hold up. How on earth would he know that? In both her lives she never talked about Kaleb with him that much but she was positive she never told him that particular story. 

"You're right," she said with an obvious question in her voice. 

He explained himself as if no one else was present. "You mentioned it once when you were drunk."

How odd. She hadn't gotten drunk in front of him since they were newlyweds and she accidentally had too many cocktails at a business function. Yet he still remembered it so many decades later. 

Valentina launched into her stories involving an exploded bottle of Ranch dressing and thinking there was a murderer at the door so they answered it holding improvised weapons such as rolling pins and a music stand but Keeley hardly paid attention to the laughter around her. 

The next few months were going to be so tiring.

Keeley, a simple plain Jane, hits the jackpot.  [No, she did not win the lottery!]  At least that's what she thinks when she marries the most eligible bachelor in New York City: Aaron, a wealthy cold-hearted heartthrob and Tycoon. 

She wants to show the world that she deserves her position and bends over  backward to fit into his world.

One beautiful day, Aaron hands her a document asking her to sign.  A divorce paper...

"She's pregnant, and I need to take responsibility."

That is the last thing that keeps on playing in her mind before she takes her last breath.

Keeley dies, a 'hit and run'. [End of story.  Not!]

For some unexplainable reason, she wakes up as her younger self.  A young high school girl, around the time when she first meets her cheating husband.

Remembering her life with Aaron before she died, she makes a promise to herself that she will do everything in her power to avoid him at all costs.

Will she be able to keep her promise when Aaron has his own plans as well, specifically for her?  Or will she repeat history and fall for him once more...

Why not journey with me and find out the truth behind their story.

On Sunday we went to the common room first thing in the morning. With we, I mean everyone but Alex. He had taken our advice to heart and though he never noticed Taliyah's flirting, he would make it clear he wasn't interested. At least, that is what he told us he would do.

In the meantime we would check if there was anything fun to do in the common room. Now that we still had spare time left, we decided to make the most out of it. The idea was to scour for a game we could play and if there wasn't any, we would have to think of one.

It wasn't time for breakfast yet and on a Sunday that meant almost no one was up already. We'd counted on that, so we had the entire common room to ourselves. That way we could search in peace, without anyone asking what we were doing.

The common room wasn't very large. Not strange, considering the academy didn't exactly house hundreds of students. Now that I think about it, I don't think I've ever seen other students than the ones that started at the same time as we did. Did we only have to stay here for a year? Or was there something else I didn't know? I decided not to worry about it for now. It would be a question to answer later. Maybe I could even ask one of the teachers. We searched for about ten minutes and came to the conclusion that there was absolutely nothing to do in the common room. That only increased my suspicion that free time was hard to come by at this school and they would expect us to do other things in the coming weekends. Otherwise they would have had something to pass the time, wouldn't they? Now it was up to us to think of something to do.

Luckily, the weather had improved dramatically since yesterday. Bad weather in Atharia only lasted long in winter. For the summer there was only the occasional lightning storm and spring and autumn had some rainy days, but that was on and off. In most of Atharia, it never rained longer than three days in a row. Naturally, we weren't scared that another lightning storm would come today. There had never been two days of lightning storms in a row as far as we knew.

The absence of any games to play meant that we had to get up with something ourselves. We've had enough of running for a while, so a very active game was out of the question. A lot of other games required a lot of time to set up and we'd rather not spend most of the day preparing for that. We eventually settled on something that wasn't a game, but could be fun nonetheless: storytelling. We would each pick a genre and about an hour after breakfast to think of a story. It wasn't a competition, just a way to pass the time and stop thinking about the past.

Astonishingly, the idea actually came from Ian. I think Zuko's words really shook him. He'd been a bit more talkative, and for him to even suggest something where he had to talk more... I was astounded to say the least. The fact that he finally felt confident enough to talk also felt very satisfactory though. He even sporadically looked up when he was talking, instead of looking at the ground all the time. It would remain to be seen if that also meant he was better capable of standing up for himself. Something tells me that is not the case.

We met Alex on the way to the cafeteria and before we let him talk about his encounter, we told him about the plan we had for after breakfast. He seemed a tad bit distracted, but he accepted, saying it was an entertaining idea and that if he had to pick a genre, he'd think of a romantic story to tell. That was hilarious if you took into consideration the last few days. Little did I know that he was actually very good at coming up with romantic stories.

In the cafeteria, I noticed some of the other students also had their uniform on, like us. Taliyah and Saphyra were evidently not part of that group. As soon as we sat down, Taliyah came to us and informed us, or rather Ian:

"You do realise that once the classes start again on Monday, you are not allowed to wear that hideous vest over your uniform? Of course, even without it you'll still look terrible. Unlike me of course, I can make everything look good." She spoke loud enough for some of the other students to hear as well, clearly on purpose. She was trying to turn this into a show. Something told me she had not taken Alex's rejection too well, but we hadn't yet spoken about it.

"Really Taliyah? Then why aren't you wearing your uniform now?" Zuko interjected.

"You of all people should know how to treat me with the proper respect. It's Lady Taliyah to you." She didn't actually answer the question. My guess is that she didn't have a valid answer.

"Oh that's right, Lady Taliyah. How could I forget you're nobility? It's not like you take a moment to remind me about every time you deem me worthy to talk to." His voice was dripping with sarcasm. Taliyah was nobility? That certainly explained some of her character quirks. It seems I wasn't wrong when I had assumed that they already knew each other.

Taliyah decided on answering it very seriously, purposely or otherwise, I couldn't tell.

Maybe next time, you will remember your place. It's not your fault that your brains are underdeveloped due to a lack of education and food." she snarled. That comment was hilarious and ironic at the same time. It was clear she had no idea that his memory was better than all of ours combined.

Since this was already turning into a show, might as well make it a good one. No way I'd let her treat Zuko and Ian like that. Time for me to intervene.

"Oh, he will remember his place. It's a couple thousand miles above ostentatious b*tch. Hey, I happen to look at one right now." I said, while looking her in the eye. "If you think you are so much better than we are, maybe you should prove it first." Maybe challenging her wasn't the best idea, but my guess was that she wouldn't go for it anyway.

"I don't have anything to prove to you, sl*t. " And then with a devilish grin, Taliyah added: "But you'll learn in time, you are nothing but an insect. You know, easily squashed." For emphasis, she made a throat-slitting gesture. I wasn't impressed one bit. I knew I could win from her in a fight. I wasn't a bad fighter in the first place, but my power certainly provided an advantage against her. She wouldn't be able to knock me out with her poison breath if she couldn't see me.

After that anti-climactic comment she walked away, thinking she won the argument. Or I assume that is what she thought. She still looked very smug when she walked away. She also apparently has real pleasure in calling me a sl*t. It didn't surprise me at all. A lot of people in Atharia have a very heteronormative worldview. In their minds, if a guy and a girl were close to each other in an unprofessional setting, they were automatically romantically involved. Taliyah was no exception to that limited world view. I think that the scene she walked into yesterday, where I was talking the leaves out of Alex's hair, ticked her off a little extra as well. She would have portrayed that as a romantic scene for sure. Speaking of...

"So Alex, what did you say to her, to piss her off that badly?" She was always annoying and trying to find ways to harass us, but most of the time that was when Alex was not around. I doubt many people ever say no to her, which leads me to believe she doesn't handle rejection very well.

"I just told her I wasn't interested, I swear," he defended himself. "She didn't take it too well though."

"Aha," Sean replied, "and exactly how tactful did you bring your rejection?" Alex suddenly got a very guilty look in his eyes. In his eyes, he probably couldn't have been more delicate, which means it wasn't delicate at all. Alex gave the impression that he was self-aware enough to know that as well.

"Ehhhh. Define tactful," he returned.

"You know, showing a certain sensitivity towards the feelings of other people. Those feelings that you seem to find very hard to notice. Come to think of it, it was kind of a redundant question."

"I'm just not that good at catching subtle emotional hints, okay?" That statement implied there were emotional hints that Alex did get. No offense, but that surely did not happen very often. I'd never seen someone so bad at reading the emotions of other people.

"Also not at understanding less subtle emotional hints, I would say," Sean responded, "but don't worry. It's kind of cute," he said with a wink towards Alex. I was wondering very much whether he would get that less than subtle hint or if the message was totally lost on him.

Involuntarily placed in a school that turns people into assassins in order to invade the neighbouring countries, Luna is not exactly the happiest person in the world. She is not exactly good at making friends and this is a world where making enemies may cost you dearly. On top of that, everyone has secrets they don't want getting out, but how hard is it to keep secrets in a place where everyone wants to find out what you're up to?

Read along as Luna and her classmates struggle their way through the assassin academy. What will they have to do to succeed?

*Credits for the cover go to my friend, who drew this awesome cover for me. :D

Zhao Yao looked at the distant Wheatley, who had a Level 28 indicator above her head. He pondered hard.
The space in front of him rippled and he saw the Dimension Portal, which only he could see, appeared before him.
"Once a cat reincarnates as a small girl, the body takes the form of a small girl. The feelings, taste and touch are different from a cat's. After some time, preferences change but some habits stay." Zhao Yao got Matcha behind the portal and said, "Help me check what a small girl likes."
Zhao Yao clenched his fists. "This is frustrating. I don't know what a small girl likes."
Wheatley sat on her throne and propped up her feet.
Perhaps she retained her cat's habits, she wore very little clothing. She wrapped her important areas with shredded cloth. Her legs, hands, collarbone, stomach, which were wheat colored, were exposed.
Wheatley pouted her lips as she said, "None of them look fun."
A golden-haired youth standing by Wheatley said, "Lord Wheatley, let them showcase their skills learnt in the Cat Slave Hall. See which one's more outstanding. They are all apprentices, if all are sent into the palace, some may not be suitable."
"Meow?" Wheatley's eyes rolled and said, "Didn't they learn about combing fur, preparing catmeal and training? What's there to see?"
Wheatley swung her fair leg and looked at the cat slaves as she said, "I've heard all the recent stories of the palace. I'd like to listen to new stories. Everyone will tell me a new story. If you're good, you'll stay. Otherwise you'll go back and continue the apprenticeship."
"Storytelling?"
Everyone was stunned and puzzled.
The golden-haired man said, "Are you defying Lord Wheatley? If she wants storytelling, you'll tell good stories." He pointed at Blue Moon in the first row and said, "You'll be first."
"Me?" Blue Moon looked at Wheatley's curious pupils and a strong dominant feeling engulfed him.
Blue Moon was unprepared and cold sweat dripped down his head. Finally, he said, "Long, long time ago, a courageous cat slave called Black Smoke served a cat called Ka Ka. One day, Ka Ka was captured by a huge evil cat, Black Smoke decided to rescue Ka Ka…"
Wheatley opened his mouth and yawned, "Boring story, next."
Blue Moon looked glum and stopped. Another apprentice beside Blue Moon was pointed out by Wheatley and he said, "Long… long time ago, there was a mountain with lots of people. They hunted… hunted daily for a living…"
Wheatley frowned at the cat slave who was tongue-tied and said, "Next."
The apprentices in the Frosted Teeth City had been training since young to be a qualified cat slave. They trained diligently every day so they had no time for storytelling.
Wheatley was getting impatient while the cat slaves were getting more disappointed. It was finally Zhao Yao's turn.
Zhao Yao walked out confidently. He had thought of a story while other cat slaves were telling their stories.
"Five hundred years ago, 100 thousand meters above Satol, in a cold dark end of the sky, nine corpses that were 1000 feet each dragged a green bronze coffin in the air. This was the Nine Cats' Coffin Drag…"
"On this day, in the northern part of Satol, a cat called Jojo was training his superpower diligently.
Three years ago, Jojo had great potential and was of a premium grey cat breed. On a strange night, he became the lowest level orange cat.
While training, he could not resist looking at the direction of the great hall. On that day, the beautiful Lizzie looked for him to break their engagement…"
As Zhao Yao told his story in an animated way, a story about the orange cat Jojo came to life before the crowd.
After Jojo became an orange cat, he was humiliated. Then he increased his power step by step and obtained the respect of other cats. He expanded his territory and gained dominance. Wheatley's eyes glimmered with interest.
When the orange cat Jojo fell off the cliff and met an old white cat, Zhao Yao stopped abruptly.
Wheatley asked anxiously, "Why did you stop? Continue immediately."
Zhao Yao said helplessly, "I can't think of what comes next."
Wheatley was surprised. "The story you told just now, did you just think of it?"
Zhao Yao nodded and said, "Yes, I like to listen to stories and I've tried writing some too. I haven't finished this story. You have to wait if you want to hear more."
Wheatley frowned and shook her leg impatiently. "How long do I need to wait?"
"I can think of a bit everyday. I'll tell you a small part each day."
Wheatley's eyes lit up. "Good! From now on, you'll stay in my palace and tell me stories daily."
The other apprentices looked astonished at Zhao Yao. Their gazes were full of jealousy and envy.
Zhao Yao nodded with satisfaction and looked at the Dimension Portal at the side. Matcha stood behind the portal and raised his cell phone to flip the novel for Zhao Yao.
Zhao Yao was reading the novel on the phone while improvising and adding more cat roles to attract Wheatley into the story.
He thought, "It's good that I read a lot of books. I'm able to use them at a critical time."
Black Dune asked, "Lord Wheatley, what shall we do for the rest of the apprentices?"
Wheatley looked impatiently at them and said, "Let them prepare meals, clean feces and do general cleaning."
Black Dune lowered his head and said, "Yes, my Lord."
Wheatley smiled merrily and walked to Zhao Yao. She stuck out her tongue and wanted to lick Zhao Yao. She said, "From now on, I'll protect you."
The golden-haired youth hurried over and stopped Wheatley. "Lord Wheatley! You can't lick others! There's bacteria, you'll be sick."
Wheatley retrieved her tongue reluctantly and licked the corners of her lips. She pretended to be an adult and patted Zhao Yao's shoulders as she said, "Work well and I'll feed you. You'll eat what I eat. Be obedient."
The golden-haired youth, who was the cat slave supervisor, gazed at the little hand on Zhao Yao's shoulders and frowned.
Other apprentices were getting more jealous of Zhao Yao. They suffered for many years and had started from the bottom with common jobs. Guang Yu was only an apprentice for a short while and his potential was bad but he was favored by Lord Wheatley for his storytelling skills.
"Yes." Wheatley looked at Zhao Yao and said, "Are you able to accept my power? Then you can tell me stories any time."
Wheatley tip-toed and extended her hand towards Zhao Yao's chest as she wanted to lend her superpower to Zhao Yao.


"Let go of that kitty cat!"

A shooting star whizzed through the sky, causing countless super powers to appear on Earth.

However, the main characters that awaken during this phenomenon aren't humans, but cats...

During this event, this same thought appeared in the minds of countless cats: "Am I a god?"

Zhao Yao, an ordinary human, is the only person that can control these super cats.

Zhao Yao: "Am I a god?"

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TL's Intro：

Zhao Yao, the protagonist of the story, is the most ordinary man you could possibly imagine. Since graduating from college, he had been engulfed by his bureaucratic workplace and its toxic environment. To make things worse, he has neither a car, money nor a girlfriend. The only silver lining was his fat and lazy cat, Matcha, which provided a semblance of company and friendship.

However, things were about to change drastically for Zhao Yao and Matcha. One shooting star will transform their lives into anything but ordinary.

Seeing Gael laugh so freely, Angela couldn't help but smile at the sight. Even with only the small emergency light at the nightstand, she could clearly see the boyish charm on him—one that she remembered from the night she met him on the island three years ago. There was something different about him now, and she thought that perhaps, the last three years did him good.




Her train of thought was interrupted when he turned to look at her and she met his eyes. She casually changed her expression and brought his focus back to the story. "So, what happened after that?"




"Huh?"




"What about the young woman? What happened to her?"




"Oh…" Gael cleared his throat. "Obviously nothing good happened to her after that. Seeing the creepy man with a demonic expression and holding the knife terrified her. She saw the man head towards the stairwell, however, there was nothing she could do at that time because there was no stop button. The door had closed and the elevator continued to ascend to the 14th floor. She shook in fear the entire time, knowing that the man would be waiting for her when the door opens again. And sure enough, when the car landed on the 14th floor, the elevator door slowly opened—and there he was… Standing there with the knife raised in the air."




Angela swallowed when her imagination went wild. Even while Gael was still narrating the story, she was already thinking about all sorts of things that would happen even before it happened. She shuddered when a brutal scene flashed in her mind and she tightened the blanket that she had around her in an attempt to comfort herself.




Seeing as she was silent after his story, Gael wondered what she was thinking in that brain of hers. "So?"




"Huh?" She blinked, realizing that he had spoken to her. "What?"




"Was that story okay for you?" he asked. He saw her bite her bottom lip as though she was hesitant to answer his simple question. "Spit it out."




"Well… The story… Sure it was creepy… and it scared me—I don't know how I would ride elevators from now on—especially when I go back home to my apartment. However…"




"However?"




"You need to work on your storytelling skills."




Gael knitted his brows together upon hearing her comment. "What's wrong with my storytelling?"
Angela thought about how to answer him, so she phrased her words in the nicest way possible. "Okay... I am, in no way, a veteran when it comes to storytelling. So I couldn't really judge you like I'm an expert on it. But… I think that it was 'okay'... but… you could have told it better."




He stared at her, pondering over her words, and his brain churned at her remark. All his life, he only had a few instances when someone dared to tell him that he was average at something—most of the time, people just don't say it. Or maybe they didn't dare to tell him because of other reasons? And this woman, although she said it nicely, it bugged him that she gave him an 'okay' score.




"'Okay'? So you're saying that it wasn't scary enough for you? Why'd you complain and hit me then?" he questioned in a toneless voice, genuinely curious about what she thought.




Angela chewed on her lip again, a small hint of a smile dancing on her lips as she answered, "Well… In the last part, you animated your voice so low that it sounded so scary. So yeah… I guess, overall—it was okay."




He was reminded of how he attempted to tell Daniel Cho's kids the story about 'The Handsome Prince and The Witch'. And for some reason, he was interested to learn from her. "So… I should animate my voice?"




"Depends on your audience. If you're telling the story to children, that would help a lot… Well, actually, even to grown-ups too. Voice, facial expression, and setting the background of the story and the characters are quite important."




Gael cocked a brow at her, a small smile forming on his lips as he crossed his arms. He softly chuckled—he was mostly laughing at himself when he realized that he was getting schooled for storytelling. Who would have thought he'd ever find himself in this situation?




Glancing her way, he challenged, "If you're so good, why don't you tell me a story instead?"




The smile on her lips slipped at the same time that her heart started to race. "M-Me?"




"Yes, you. Angela. All this time—even three years ago—I think I've been the one telling most of the stories. I think it's only fair that you tell them this time, isn't it?"




"But… I haven't written any horror stories yet… I said I only wanted to try…" she reasoned. She knew it was weak reasoning, but suddenly hearing him ask her to tell him a story somewhat made her nervous.




"So? What about me? I haven't written any stories, yet I told you one… since you asked," he replied. He watched as she carefully considered what he said. He found it so fascinating looking at her like this. Now that he remembered it, she was like this too—the first time he met her. It was why he found her attractive. She got him so curious about what was going on in her head.




"Come on, do it," he said. "I want to hear how you tell a story. I'll be the judge if you're ready to write this genre for your next book."




Angela thought about it for a few more seconds before she shifted to face him, then she met his gaze. It wouldn't be the first time that she would tell stories, but after giving him a comment about how he told his story, she got nervous. Now, she was being challenged and she didn't know if she was scared or excited about it.




"Alright then. I'll give it a try…" Her expression changed and she began to look determined.




"You will?"




She nodded. "But can we agree on something?"




"There's a condition?"




"Just… Um… If you find my story satisfactory, will you consider dropping the lawsuit?"




Gael was surprised to hear her condition. He hadn't even thought about it anymore. And even when she said she wouldn't tell him about what it was in Esmea that she didn't want him to know, he already considered dropping it. "Okay," he answered, he was actually looking forward to her story. "Let's hear your story then."




"Crap. Okay." Angela let out a long exhale as though she was preparing for an extremely difficult task, and he smiled when he found it cute.




"Face forward and close your eyes," she instructed.




"Why?" he wondered, arching his brow up in confusion.




Shrugging so nonchalantly, she responded, "Well, you want me to tell you a story… And I want you to have a different experience."

What are the odds that Gael De Luca, a Mafia Prince, was going to find himself in an adult-romance-themed novel as the male lead?

After stumbling upon the book that he probably wouldn't have found if not because of his sister, Gael read the entire thing in one night.

He found the book worthy of his mockery. It was absolutely ludicrous! He must find whoever wrote this absolute nonsense about him so he could show that person what he does to people who were deserving of his wrath.

But what would he do when he finds out that the author of the book wants to keep her identity a secret? 

Will he expose her?

Or will he use the secret to his advantage?


...

"How dare she use me this way?" A menacing stare paints his face as he looks at the woman from a distance.

"She likes writing adult stories so much?" He scoffed. "Then I'll give her the best damn story she would ever want to write."

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(R18)

This is a spin-off of my 1st novel: Serendipity A Chance Encounter.

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Other Works:

•Serendipity - A Chance Encounter (Complete-Ongoing revision)

•Femme Fatale: The King's Deadly Temptress 

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