Witness the daily struggles of a boring teenager.

"I was kickin' their ass while being weird. They had no choice but to love me for it!" -- Mariah Conde

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DISCLAIMER: Hello dear readers, I hope you are doing well! I just want to warn you about some of the aspects of my fan-fiction before you start reading. 

First of all, this version of Peter Parker is not Peter Parker himself. It is a different teenager who got reincarnated in his body. That is why he will not be on the same intelligence level (IQ) in the beginning. So, he is likely to do some stupid things in the beginning (just be ready for that). However, the whole first volume (first 6 chapters) are devoted to his development as a character. More action and characters will take place in the next volume, so just get through these chapters ;) This is only the build-up of the plot.

Secondly, I encourage you to accept the reincarnation process as a convention that was supposed to happen so that the new Spider-Man story begins. 

Thirdly, join the notification squad by adding the story to the collection. Have a good day and stay tuned! I have lots of plans for this fan-fiction and there are hundreds of chapters to come :)
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Jack Chastain was a typical 15-year-old high-school teenager... pretty average grades, a few friends, and conflicts with parents. There was nothing special about his life back then...

His main hobby was reading comic books and watching superhero movies as he used to spend most of his free time on these things. He was truly inspired by the actions of fictional characters and always wanted to become a superhero himself. Although he had a weak body and was constantly being made fun of at school by the bullies, he had a big heart and never surrendered. However, his courage sometimes leads to him having lots of injuries after getting beaten up by senior students.

The last time this happened was when he tried to defend one of his friends. Jude, the captain of the schools' football team was humiliating him in front of all of the students at a launch hall. Jack crept up to Jude from behind and hit him on the head with an elbow...

Jude fell down... there was complete silence in the hall as everyone was shocked that a kid nobody expected anything from dared to hit the schools' main man... even after all the serious injuries he'd endured, Jack did not surrender and had a strong will power.

Later that day, when he was returning home by bike, he was constantly thinking about what he had just done. He felt like he was a real superhero who managed to defeat a strong villain who was treating many students badly.

But... when Jack was in the middle of a crossroad a car hit him from the left at a high speed and Jack fell down with his head hitting the ground very hard and eventually started to bleed. 

It was a thief who did not stop when the traffic light was red because the police were following him. 

The last thing Jack saw in his life were police cars that were following the car thief...

"Where am I?" said Jack. There was nothing around him and it seemed like he was levitating in emptiness.

"You are in 'under heaven', a place where all of the young souls go before their future destiny is identified" said someone from the top... It was God...

Jack understood that his life had ended... at such a young age and with so many ambitions... 

He could not control himself and started crying.

"No..." he started crying. "Why did this happen now? During one of the best days of my life, I just had a turning point..."

God was able to see that Jack's soul was clean, that he wanted to protect the weak, and was always ready to help his friends... 

"It is rare to witness a person with such good intentions and ambitions nowadays" God said.

So, after a few minutes of thinking he said...

"I will let destiny make the final decision," God said.

"What does that mean?" Jack whispered.

Suddenly, a big golden coin appeared in God's hands. There were wings on one side and a skull on the other.

"Wings mean reincarnation, skull means death" God said, before tossing a coin...

"Wings... I guess destiny has the same opinion on you"

"Wait!" Jack shouted... he remembered how much he had suffered in the real world and did not want to experience that one more time. So, he said...

"I want to reincarnate in a fictional world... Can you send me to the comic world, please?" said Jack with a lot of hope in his words.

"I can, but... you have to know that there is no way back... and that you will not be able to return to the real world. Are you sure about this?"

"Yes!" Jack said confidently.

After that God came closer to Jack and pushed his forehead with his thumb...

Jake felt a strong pain in his head, as he woke up because of an alarm.

"Oh my god… that was just a dream" he said, before he understood that he was in an unfamiliar room… It was a small room that was full of superhero posters on walls, just like in Jack's room.
"Iron Man, Captain America, Black Widow…" Jack whispered.

Then, Jack heard someone coming closer to the room. Woman of about 40 years old opened the door and said loudly:

"Come on Peter, you are late for breakfast!"

Jack jumped up to the window, where he saw a view on Queens, New – York. "Did she just call me Peter? Was that aunt May?" he was thinking.

"Wait… does it actually mean that I am… Peter Parker… the Spider-Man."

Typical teenager gets reincarnated as a Spider-Man and gets a chance to meet the Marvel world's greatest superheroes.

His aim is to become the greatest superhero of this world and he will use his knowledge as the key to defeating his enemies and people that face him during his journey.
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I am sure you will enjoy this story!

When coming back to retrieve his treasure, Noah just smiled. His new fellow brother and sisters wondered whether he had gone crazy or if Oliphia went a bit overboard. After all, it was strange to see a child pressing ice on the head while wincing slightly, but also smiling like the lottery's winner. There was no way they would know why such optimism.

'Damn, I struck jackpot this time around.'

Even though he was an orphan, again.

'The caretaker has a gentle heart, way better than that witch.'

Even though she hit his head pretty hard.

'She can't fake her personality to me. She is a good person, and I have a lot of friends in this life.'

Despite all the circumstances, he could only smile. All in all, he had it rough in his past life. Not only did his past caretaker try to make everyone's life miserable but he also didn't have any money to buy books, which were important for his future. The education of the public school he enrolled in was lacking in every possible way, so he needed to study by himself (something made impossible by the strict senile woman). He still painfully remembered all the mornings he woke up earlier than the others to slip out and go to the library, which was 9 blocks away. In addition to that, there was no public transport nearby. He went as far as working illegally in a shady restaurant to gain money, all so he could buy a bike to move faster around the city.

But against all odds, he made it through. He became a cunning and smart teenager by the age of 16. Along with his life, he prepared and studied to enroll into the best universities, which were far, far away from the orphanage he hated so much. If someone asked Noah what saved him from his unavoidable future, he would say:

Books, as simple as that.

Other than educational ones, he liked to read about fiction and fantasy, which allowed him to forget about his life's difficulties and carry on. Although what made the most impact on him, reminded a lot of his life; Harry Potter's saga.

Similar to him, Harry Potter's adoptive family was as good as trash. Nevertheless, he became a wizard and his life changed forever.

Change. That's what Noah craved for.

He wished his life took such a turn around.

Still, there was no magic, in reality, there were only harsh truths. He knew what fiction and reality were though, so he never lost himself into the books. They were more of a motivation to him, the promise of a better future.

And here he was, with the Hogwarts letter underneath his bed cushion and a new family. He knew they were good people, after meeting with all types of individuals he could judge well people's character. Although he wasn't informed why or how he got there, he was focused on his new objective, which was getting inside Hogwarts and learn some god defying spells. 

'How I got here? Why am I here?

I don't know and I won't discover in the near future, so let's focus on other things.

You got to do what you can. And right now, I need to get into that college, and that's all I need to know.

Speaking of which...'

He looked around his bedroom.

'I'm poor...'

He stated as dread crept its way up to his spine.

'So how am I going to buy my school materials?

...Shit... I am feeling just like a Weasley.'

"Oh hey Noah, are you okay?" A soft voice came from outside.

"Shit" He urged, raising his bed to hide the letter back. "Yeah, yeah. I'm fine, no need to... worry about me!" Noah insisted. 

"Are you sure-" A tall girl with long black hair opened the door. Her face showed all the worry on the world.

"Shit." He was caught red-handed. 

"What's that in your hand?" Her eyes sparkled at the sight of the paper.

"Oh nothing, just... the postman weekly letter." Noah blurted while trying to hide it behind his back.

'No way I am getting out of this now.'

"Of course... the postman, right?" An evil smile crept its way on her face.

"It looks like something else though..." She suggested while approaching closer. "Why would you try hiding it otherwise?" She asked with a thoughtful face.

'My cute Noah! Receiving love letters! How could I, his sister, not know about this?' She asked herself.

As the oldest in the house, it was her duty to know everything about the younger ones. Especially Noah, who was so cute and defenseless that she took him in as her brother - without his saying on the matter of course. 

"Who is the lucky one?" She demanded with her best intimidating stare.

"Lucky one?" His face contorted in confusion.

"You won't fool your sister! Who is the girl we are talking about?" She got closer.

'Girl, are you mad? What are you... OH! I see.'

"Is not from here..." He babbled while making an embarrassed face and staring at the floor.

"I knew it! Is it Madeline?" She concluded, making a triumphant smile.

He gasped for air and was surprised for a moment, then got back to staring down.

"How did you know?" Noah stuttered, refusing to look up.

"How? I am your sister." She kneeled and hugged him. "There is just no way you can hide your secrets from me." A gentle smile replaced her previous one.

'Are you sure about that?' He thought while hugging back.

"You could tell me about it. I can give you a few hints of what a girl wants." She winked.

"Really?"

'God, please no!'

After 30 minutes of a long and painful session of cringy pieces of advice, he was by himself again.

'I feel dead inside.

At the very least, during that torture, I could brainstorm some ideas about how to raise money.

Yup, that's right.

I am getting myself a job at brewing potions.

... I do wonder if they will accept a youthful boy with an 18 years old mind filled with potion recipes.

Thank god I still have a good memory.

I also discovered that I am very close to the Diagon Alley. Such a strange coincidence...

Not that I am complaining though, I already had my fill of walking long distances.'

After Voldemort's death, a lasting era of peace begins. The heroes of Hogwarts; Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Ron Weasley are hired into the Ministry of Magic and Minerva McGonagall becomes the headmistress in Hogwarts. Everything is fine for the wizards, this is their golden age.

Or so they thought...


Author Notes:

I do not own J.K Rowling's fictional universe and characters.

This book is in it's barest form wish fufillment and me wanting to add to the books that aren't really mainstream to the fan-fiction made prevelently here on Webnovel, taking some steps outside the comfort zone so to say, while I will still go to the mainstream because I'm not good enough to only use non-mainstream anime and novels, I hope I bring more color to this somewhat monotone focus on One Piece, Bleach, DxD, or Pokémon once again understand that I still will be going to those worlds for probably the same purpose but will try to stand out from the rest somehow.

Things some people might hate: Harem (its going to happen so I'll tell you now, and for those who like herem there is going to be a shit ton) Lemons (not really sure how detailed I might get but it's going to be quite frequent knowing myself) World Travel( I'm goin wherever beauty goes untouched (or otherwise) Netori (While I'm a strong advocate of love and junk this is my story so I'm taking who I please) Incest (Should have suspected it if there was Netori eh?) Infrequent Update (Between you and me I'm a young dumb teenager and well I might be preoccupied with other things in life (women and partying) but I'll try for at least a chapter every 2 days and maybe more if I get the mood) Quality (While it's not the first book I've written I still consider myself green so hit me with constructive criticism please) Plot Armor (If your read the title of this story I hope you could understand, he will be Super Op to Saitama level and bulldoze over most bad dudes but for some fights where death isn't the only ending, he will play with his food, of course nothing stupid will happen like him not using his power when he's about to lose or something)

I think I covered the most concerning problems for some readers for those not deterred, here here for your probably more open minded then me.

The Up and coming worlds are
Goblin slayer
 
Berserk
 
Magi

I want to put my character into a warriors mindset, and see the cruelties of the worlds, then he will do what he can to help the world before heading off to help other worlds while helping himself to some pusaay

Life has so many differing outcomes for the many different lives who experience little to many things in any manner or sequence with or without reasons to be made sense of by all types of mentalities and perspectives. In essence. Life is sometimes a bitch or a angel. So one has to gain a bit of power over their life to truly live, at least by my standards. ---Ur Boi Aurtor

How can you lose something you never have?

I was born without love, my mother is a mistress of an old politician. She wants attention, she wants money so i became a collateral in her schemes to became my father's second wife.

How would you react when the person who suppose to love and care you the most makes your life a living hell?

The beating starts when I'm just four years old, she could pinch my ear or my arm. The more i grow up, the more she would beat me, when I'm twelve years old my whole body is black and blue to the bruised i recieve from her. She would beat everytime—the smallest scraping sound when i move my chair; one slap. The clicking of the silverware on my plate; comes another one. When i talk to her in a loud voice; a spank. When in a quite voice; she would be angry and then came her fist.— She would punish me for something i don't have any control off, heck i even start to think that she beats me just for the fun of it.

What would your reaction be when you realize she beats you then blatantly lie when someone ask about the bruise?

My mother would always lie that the reason I'm like this is because I'm a clumsy child. She would keep saying that she is just a klutz and her skin is easily bruised. I guess my skin does bruised easily, a pale skin white as a paper. All off them brush it off when mother explains to them, sometimes i could see in there eyes that they don't quite believe my mother but well why would they be concern about me anyway when even my parents doesn't care about me? My father just doesn't care about me, he could just say some superficial words of concern when he sees my bruised and other than that, then nothing. 

I've became a some kind of ghost in this house

The beating stops when i reach my eighteen years of age. Then it seems like everyone forgotten my existence, but i like it, do now have a peace and quite moment where i don't have to always on the look out to my mother when she came to beat me up when she is in a wrong mode. When I graduated on high school—home schooled style. I became addicted to reading. The library is full of non fiction works and when i finished reading it all, i started to read the fictional one, fiction where we can have magic powers, where beautiful womans go to the ball or some sort of celebration wishing and wanting that the prince or the handsome leading man would love her, care for her and swipe her right under her feet and dance all the way to their happily ever after.

What is love?

What is care?

What is even a want?

For me, i don't dare to want, i don't dare to wish, because when you have nothing, then you have nothing to lose.

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My peaceful days disrupted when my father called me to go in his study, where in there everybody is in—my mother, my fathers first wife, my step-sister and step-brother.

I have a bad feelings about this meeting but i stays silent and look for a chair to sit to.

"Sydney, your fiance would be in here in an hour to get you. You are going to live in his house from now on so go and pack your stuff." father broke the silence when he uttered this word.

"Daddy!" my step-sisters indignant voice can be heard amidst the hustle and bustle of the place. "how could you daddy, I'm supposed the fiancee not her." 

"shut up! What i says goes! Now go pack your bags now!" he shouts before angrily get ups and go to the door slamming it shut when he goes out. 
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A pants, shirts and other article of clothing are currently in askew on sydneys bed. Maids keep going to the walk in closet, getting stuffs and putting it on the luggages on the floor.

"A fiance?" mutters sydney to herself before looking at her room.

How she so wants to just run, go away and forget everything but she knows that she can't. Her father would surely find her and when he does, she doesn't want to know the punishment she would recieve.

"well, i guess it's not that bad" i can finally leave here, if her fiance would not forbid her, she likes to learn how to bake pastries and cook foods. "i just have to be positive, if worse came to worse then i can still read some books"

"maam, do you want to bring your books with you? Should we pack it for you maam?" rose one of the maids ask inclining her head to where the book case is built by.

I nodded before going to the book case.

"I can't possibly bring them all so i would just bring my favourite ones so i do needed your assistance."

Before noon, all of my stuffs are pack, luggages and cartoon boxes are already in the front yard ready to be sent out. My father is currently talking to my husband to be in his office. He come in one hour ago but i haven't even seen his face yet so I'm kind of curious, the maid said the his name is Adam Williams, a filthy rich CEO who start his own business when he is a teenager. He bacame successful that he dominate the electronic industries, a businessman savvy who know what he is doing despite his tender age of 25. When they are talking about him, they make it so that he looks perfect, a gentleman, philanthropist and most importantly a very handsome man.

When i heard that, i became curious that why would he wants to marry me, then father says that the marriage arrangement are done by our grandparents thinking that someday one of there grandson and granddaughter whould wed and make them became one family. In fact they just want one of their grandchildren to be wedded that they don't even put names and just put the arrangement in there children's lap hoping that they would fullfill it. 

Against the water falling in the fountain in front of our house, i can hear a footsep coming by, I guess that's my fiance so i decided to face him to look at the "perfect specimen" that the woman in the house keeps talking about.

How can you lose something you never have?

But when you do have something to lose, how far whould one go to keep it?

I can't afford to lose you.

So if my heart going black as ink keeps you by my side, then so be it!

Well, one thing that I know for sure, is that I am in the Harry Potter world now, I did my part, Im not going to worry about everything that has happened, I am just going to let things play out and just let the events come find me.


Unfortunately something else happened in my wake, not only did my parents die, I had watched with my own eyes, something.that no teenager should ever have done, but then again, I am no teenager, having been izekai'd to an alternate dragonball universe by an iconic character Trunks, though, I suppose there not... fiction, anymore. And I ended up fighting, foes that make the weakest of them all, at least planet buster level, Sorry krillin sensei but I am given you as an example.

I also have a sibiling, Rose Potter, she unfortunately vanished, I felt a spike of energy, it definitely wasnt Ki,  I'm guessing it was some type of magic? Accidental?


Stupid Question.



Dumbledore is someone I dont care for, but I still have to watch out for. One thing that I remember from the books, the fanfiction is that  even though its a little vague, is that he had been stealing my parents money and giving it to mrs weasily.


Another thing that I have noticed was the fact that my sister wasnt here, which was good or bad, depending on how you see it.

What What do you mean is it good or bad?


It is quite simple really, with the good reasons, number one,....my sister isnt here to suffer with me at the dursleys, 
 because before I had gotten izekai'd I was an avid fanfiction reader who had read lots and lots of fanfiction, where  Harry potter or female harry potter had disappeared via accidental magic to another land where that person is adopted by a family wether they be op ot just straight up normal.


Rose couldnt possibly have been kidnapped otherwise the kidnapper would have taken me as well, if she didnt she or he either couldnt see potential in me, if that really is the case then fuck you.


Or just wanted a daughter,... I dont know how I feel about that one.

Another js rhat the kidnapper probably didnt want two kids.



Bad reasons, number One Rose was Kidnapped and Raised by an alien force, heck after what ive been throughI am willing to believe anything at this point.

Raised by voldemort, Umbridge and dumbledore, 


High possibility all of them are big time manipulators, 

As of now I should probably plan for my future, I could only hope that Rose is alright in the future.


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As of now I should probably plan for my future, I could only hope that Rose is alright in the future.
....
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Hmm, according to my findings ,after I had went through intense concentration.

It techniquely was the only thing I had  could do after sitting on the porch, if Dumb-dore, had pushed the door bell than for some strange reason both parwnts havent heard it.

I have been waiting outside this door for at least  30 minutes to an hour, it feels like an eternity though. 

I had managed to find myself my Ki, though I had managed to find something else which was probably my magic.

It was quite easier and quite quicker than the first time to find it as I had leanred the feeling and had grown accustumed to it in my previous life, it was easier because I never had or bothered to unlock my ki as I thought it was just fiction so it was harder than now, which i had learned the feeling already.

With magic I dont really know anything to do with magic, the only thing I would probably use it to do is healing, Ki is more superior when it comes to battleing.

 From what I have learned and seen through out my, adventures, is that the most basic and weak Ki attacks are strong enough to  put a hole through or even incenerate a tree, the most basic and weak magic spells however could only cause a burn mark.

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My mind suddenly flash backs to majin buus/Uubs Chocolate beam, that he Although I never really did eat the chocolate it because of fear of what happened to Great ape baby vegeta in Gt, it was an easier way to take it, it could be fun and useful to learn, I could use some food to eat who knows what would come for me living with the Dursleys.

I of course am not going to do everything right now.

Whether believe it or not I am still a baby, I still have the possibiloty of dying the second I get it unlocked, I am going to  wait till I am at least the age of five to get that part done.


I heard the door unlock causing me to glance up and gaze at the door with  interest and somewhat curiosity.


The door opened revealing someone I had recognized gruffly from the movies.

A startled Petunia, she gazed down at me with a slightly surprised look on her face, she  picked up the note that she had seen in my crib and began to read it, Her reaction was quite funny, if I were to be honest.

How is life with the dursleys?


Three words, It is horrifing, I am now very glad Rose isn't here with me to  live in this.




Every couple pf days depending on the moods, I would receive a beating.


I would be left starving, giving barely enough foos to survive.



All the money that I am sure dumbledore has taken-no, stolen for himself, Given to mrs weasly, or given to the dursleys, for me; that is only if he is a good dumbledore. I am weghing my options.



Although the beatings arent bad, considering I have recieved worse from the likes of Broly and Vegeta. it is still a pain in the ass to deal with, and lets not forget the food that is the worst part. having to go most of the days without eating dinner, without eating anything really.


Some of the days I would almost forget that my name is Harry, as the only thing that they have ever called me were freak.


Within the 5 years of torture, I had waited patiently, and learned with whatever opertunity I could get to learn.

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What was I doing now? well since I was five years old now, I have decided that Ill unlock my ki and since my "family" was out, I had to sneak in an eat some of the foods in the refridgerator and the freezer, both were extremely old fashioned compared to what I was used to.



Once I was stuffed and ready, I started to meditate, I sat cross crossed in lotus position, and tried to find the energy inside me, what  trunks himself taught me when we were in the hyperbolic time chamber.


It was a couple of moments, but eventually I had managed to find it, it was a lot easeir and quicker to find it both of them magic and ki, than the other times, but I unlocked them.


I smiled as I felt the familiar sensation flood my being it was as if I have been lost for a very long time, and suddenly found myself back again. 

 This was truely a marvelous feeling-


"Boy!" A familiar voice roared casuing me to sigh,  "Get down here this instant!"

This is my first time go easy on me alright?


A young teen dies suring a battle with a demon God and is reborn as Harrypotter

My presence already changed things because since when did Harry ever have a sister?

"THERE'S SO MANY people out and about town!" Alice gasped, turning her head to follow a little boy that was holding onto a candied apple that had rushed past her.

"Yes," Wyatt beamed, his eyes pressed closed due to his smile, crinkling at the corners. "It's always rather busy in the capital of Gladiolum." 

A day after the ball, Wyatt had suggested bringing Alice around the town square to soak in the sights. He personally had to do a little shopping and thought that it would be a wonderful chance for Alice to grow more familiar with the capital. She had been living with the Ragans for nearly two weeks and yet she had barely even stepped out of the mansion's walls. It was best for young ladies to enjoy their time around town with friends. Being constantly cooped up in the study room with Charlie wasn't exactly an ideal situation in Wyatt's opinion. Of course, not that Alice had ever complained.

Strolling through the cobbled streets, Wyatt pointed out some of his personal favorite shops along the way. They passed by boutiques selling beautiful ball gowns, stores selling sparkling jewels, and even quaint little cafes that wafted out the sugary sweet scent of freshly baked pastries. However, while Alice acted as though she was very interested in those, he could tell that was all it was. An act. She simply smiled and nodded to Wyatt's words, not once asking to step into any of those stores like he had expected. Yet again she had him colored surprised.

Just the thought brought a curving smile onto his lips. The girl that his family had chanced upon was most certainly different from the rest of the girls in the capital. She stood out in such a way that there wasn't any spare place for the others to shine. She was the lone star now, a happy and proud resident of the Ragan household. While still suspicious of her origins, Wyatt couldn't help but admit to himself that he was growing fond of Alice Clemente.

"Are you not interested in any of the shops I pointed out?" He prodded. "Those are all famous names here in the capital."

"Oh!" Alice exclaimed. Wyatt watched with his practiced smile as the girl's eyes widened delightfully, eyelashes fluttering like a pair of butterfly wings under the golden sunlight. Her lips parted just a little in surprise before she quickly gathered back her wits, shaking her head politely. "They are all wonderful shops. I just… I don't have any money to buy all those things. Looking through the store window is more than enough."

For years Wyatt had worn the same smile on his face. It was his perfectly crafted mask made to shield his true emotions from the rest of the nobles. No matter what he felt inside, a smile was always the answer to dealing with those that had to be schemed against. However, every time Alice spoke or made one of her silly little expressions, he found his smiles to turn true as day.

"Let us go into that one, then." Wyatt pointed to a little bookshop down the street, a corner store with a gleaming bronze sign. "There are some things I wish to purchase."

Alice nodded. "Alright," she said.

Although her expression remained as still as possible, Wyatt still caught the slight twitch of her lips. The sparkles in her eyes practically screamed of her excitement. She couldn't fool anyone. Even the blind could tell that she was particularly eager to enter the bookshop. 

The little bell that hung above the door rang when Wyatt entered the shop. Inside, there were no other customers, simply a store clerk that had a book in hand. A pair of round spectacles rested on his crooked nose bridge, his eyes scanning the words at an immense speed before he licked his finger and flipped to the next page. At the call of the bell, the clerk looked up from his book, squinting at the door before rising to his feet. The book was placed pages-down onto the counter, a smile upon his lips.

"Master Wyatt!" The old clerk greeted enthusiastically. "I was wondering when you'll be visiting next. The books you ordered two weeks back are finally here." 

"Greetings," Wyatt replied fairly. "And thank you so much for your help with those. It's nearly impossible to find them anywhere else."

The old man waved, his cheeks reddening just a little. "It's no problem. Let me go get them for you." Shuffling towards the back of the shop, the clerk disappeared behind a dividing curtain.

"Do you come here often?" Alice asked, looking around the small bookstore with great interest. At random, she pulled out one of the books from the shelves, her fingers tracing the title of the book on the cover, feeling the indented words on the hard leather.

'History of Gladiolum. Volume III,' it read. Alice had seen a similar history book in Charlie's study room before. Making a mental note to briefly read through the contents of the book, she slotted the book back to its original position.

"Hmm, I wonder." Tapping a finger to his chin, Wyatt looked deep in thought. "I guess I do visit this store a little more than the average folk. They sell writing supplies as well as books and I run out of the former a little too often. Besides, this store is the only one in the capital that can procure rare and often out-of-print."

Walking a little further into the shop, Alice glanced through the assortment of reading materials offered. They had both fiction and non-fiction books in the store, leaning closer to non-fiction books. Most books were new copies, their covers still brightly colored while others were much older and encased in glass covers. Those books seemed old and tattered but the words were still in dark black ink, most likely having been re-written over so that it wouldn't be lost to time. 

The one that had caught Alice's attention was a purple leather-bound book that was almost as thick as a dictionary. The title of this book was written in bright, glittery gold in thick block letters. A small sign that indicated the price of the old tome was placed beside the book. Alice's eyes widened at the number of zeros, her head reeling back a little in surprise. She still wasn't sure about how the currency worked in Gladiolum but with so many zeros, the book was bound to be expensive no matter the exchange rate.

'The Theory of Magic. Volume I,' the title wrote.

"Are you interested in that one? Ooh, that's a pricey one." Wyatt's voice was right by Alice's ear, causing her to jump a little, her ears tingling from his breath. Stepping away, she held both hands to her chest, staring wide-eyed at Wyatt who looked as amused as ever.

"Just looking," she answered before firing back a question of her own. "How much is that book? I don't really know how the currency works here."

"See that symbol over there?" Wyatt gestured to the symbol behind the number as he spoke. "That's the symbol for our currency, 'fleuron'. That's the larger of the two units that we have in our country's currency. The smaller unit is known as a 'flois'. Ten flois equates to one fleuron. To give you an example of its value, five flois can buy you a piece of stale bread at the end of the day in the capital's cheapest bakery, maybe? Books, on the other hand, are usually five to ten fleurons, if it's a common title that can be easily found."

Alice gulped. Judging by the examples Wyatt provided, the currency here in Gladiolum seemed similar to the system she was used to. A single fleuron held as much value as a dollar back home and a flois would be around ten cents. Her hands were starting to feel clammy as she stared hard at the price tag of The Theory of Magic. 

"And yet this book is…" she trailed off.

"Fifteen thousand fleurons," Wyatt finished the sentence for her chirpily.

Fifteen thousand dollars.

Taking another step back, Alice no longer dared to hover near the expensive article. If anything had happened to it, she wouldn't be able to pay the store back for the damages incurred. She had never seen a book as expensive or even half as pricey. 

"Why is this book so… so…"

"Ridiculously priced?" Wyatt supplied. When Alice nodded numbly, Wyatt chuckled. "This is an ancient tome about magic. There are only five copies of this book that was ever produced. But if you're really interested in this book, there's no need for you to fork out such a hefty amount just to read it. We have a copy of it back in the mansion's library."

Flabbergasted and speechless, Alice blinked dumbly at what Wyatt had so casually revealed. Although she long knew that the Ragan mansion was a sprawling estate with many different needlessly fanciful rooms, she hadn't even thought to think that it might house precious artifacts within its walls. 

In Gladiolum, it seemed as though the gap between its people was wider than the ocean. The rich lived in heaven while the poor couldn't even afford hell.

"Why don't you take a look around the bookshop and see if there's anything that catches your eye?" Wyatt offered. "If we don't already have the book back home, I don't mind making a few extra purchases. It's the least I can do for dragging you out here with me on such a warm afternoon."

Alice's heart skipped a beat. She braved a step closer, momentarily forgetting about the book in the glass display case. Cupping her hands together as if they were in prayer, Alice beamed.

"Really? Any book?"

Wyatt's smile didn't falter. "There's no budget, if that's what you're asking."

Alice wasted no time. Her feet went scurrying across the dark wooden boards of the store, quickly scouring the bookshelves in search of any title that might help her or catch her fancy. Her fingers ran down the spines, quickly pulling out a few covers that had caught her attention, some fiction and some not. She had a feeling that most, if not all, of the non-fiction books were already available in the Ragans' library but there was no harm in bringing the books over for Wyatt to look through. These books will become her survival guide in this foreign world.

As the store clerk returned to the front counter, Wyatt slowly made his way over. However, he was still gazing in Alice's way, watching silently and bemused as the girl darted from shelf to shelf, climbing ladders and bending low in search of more. There were already over seven books in her hands and she only ever added more to the collection.

"My," the old clerk exclaimed. "I've not seen anyone so frantic for a good title since you first came to my humble store years ago. The old ladies at the bakery next block over will go mad once they hear that the young Master Wyatt is no longer single."

The white-haired man chuckled. "She's just a curious little bird my brother picked up a while back."

The old man shrugged, unconvinced, but he didn't say a word more on that topic. With a heavy thump, he placed three thick books onto the counter, the covers in the three primary colors. The titles were all written in gold, large block letters.

"This set was a little trickier to find as compared to your other requests but there you go. Though, Master Wyatt, don't mind this old man prying but are you sure you want to dabble in this subject? There's always a price to pay when you go against the laws of science."

"I can pay whatever price the world throws at me," Wyatt casually remarked. Picking up one of the books carefully with a gloved hand, he examined the old cover, grinning with satisfaction. "Besides, I'm just completing my collection. With these, the set will now be complete. There's no need to worry, sir."

"Oh well," the old clerk sighed, pursing his lips. "If you're sure, youngin. Let me wrap these up for you."

Tottering away, the elderly went to retrieve a few sheets of brown wrapping paper and some strings to bundle up Wyatt's purchases while waiting for Alice. 

Partially leaning on the counter, Wyatt continued to observe Alice. She no longer had the strength to carry the books she had picked out. Instead, she placed most of them on an empty table by one side. The stack of books was almost taller than she was and yet she continued to hunt for more, her eyes practically dripping with avarice.

'How peculiar,' Wyatt thought to himself. 'She is unaffected by fanciful dresses or glittering jewels and yet dusty old books can bring her into a craze. What an odd woman. She is most certainly a woman before her time.'

❝I want you to visit me even if it's only in your dreams.❞ 

Gifted a candle that was said to be able to make wishes come true, Alice Clemente burned it that very night only to find herself in an unknown world the next morning. 

She had wished for a life of adventure away from the city and its routine. With her wish granted, she was whisked away to a world very different from the one she grew up in. 

Thrust into a new life, would Alice learn how to adapt? Or would she fall down the rabbit hole only to never surface again?

"You Will all..."
Seemingly panicking the administrator looked as if scrolling an invisible list.
"Your Species...Are good with Knowledge...OK, I got it!" She said happily with herself.

"you will get your classes from a random Books you read in the past!"
"what about fiction books?" a boy with black hair and a black jacket questioned.
"Yes those too, actually, lets narrow down the possibilities a bit, we don't want you having good powers from the start after all! The valid fiction books will be narrowed to ones where your character is not strong from the start and has to develop, otherwise, I will have to edit them and that is a drag..."
With every sentence, I felt the administrator was getting less professional...
'Welp at least this will nullify competition with OP characters, why do I feel something is odd about this...'
"Welp now that you are all ready! choose your classes!"
"You haven't told us what they where!"
"That isn't my job just look in front of you, also don't raise your voice!" She said as that one guy was sent flying...

One day, Ren woke up on a space with several people around him and was told to pick 3 classes from random books he had read.
Confused at first he saw several people disappearing as they chose their classes, with no choice, and very little he could do he chose mage, assassin, and craftsman.
Watch as he struggles in the many scenarios the administrators would put him into, watch as he evolves as he fights.
Warning: English is not my first language but I will try my best to write this story.

"Cevin," my twin sister called out to me and I automatically looked back to see her. I was quite surprised that the book that I was holding almost fell from my hands. 

Both my sister and I work in the library as student assistants. Our father died because of a car crash and our mother on the other hand works as a call center agent. Her salary isn't enough for the three of us that is why my sister and I became student assistants. It's the least we could do for us; for our mother.

"Ma'am told me to tell you to go to the room at the back of the library. She wants you to look for the book titled 'The Last True Cowboy' by Kathleen Eagle," she added and I just nodded at her as my answer. My sister got some books and she went to her desk to fix the cards of the books. I walked swiftly towards the room to find the book I was asked to look for. 

I arrived at the room and turned on the switch of the room but the bulbs didn't light up. I turned on the flashlight of my phone and one by one, I looked at the shelves to see the book ma'am wanted me to get for her.

I saw different kinds of books on the shelves, with different genres made in different timelines. Almost all of the books here are books that aren't frequently used or borrowed. Old books, to be more specific. Fiction, non-fiction, old news articles, et cetera. Most of them are all kept here but the problem is, the books aren't all organized which makes looking for specific books difficult to see.

I also have the interest in reading books. I don't find watching television very interesting because it doesn't get me to use my imagination very well. In every book that I read, I like it when I get to imagine the worlds or the situations being described by the author through his or her character's senses. In this way, I get to make my mind active other than doing school works.

My index finger stopped when I saw the book I was supposed to look for. I pulled the book from the shelf but was a little bit startled when a black book beside it fell on the floor. It was opened when it landed and to my curiosity, I pointed at my phone to see what book it was. 

"Weird," I commented when I saw nothing written, drawn, or printed on its pages. I knelt down to further examine the book but when I came across its book cover, it even had no title. I got lazy returning it on the shelf so I just left the book on the floor. 

I went outside the room and went straight to my sister, Terra, at the main desk and sat beside her.

“Only those with great intentions can see this book and those chosen by the book will make its desired story… 
but you will never return.”

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