[Original Work By : Reikensi]
Art By: @amychii

In 2020 VR games are very popular among gamers, including VR RPG games, Nate is a high school graduate who likes to play games.

Nate moved to his grandfather's house a year after his grandfather died for his education.

One time when Nate was tidying up the warehouse he saw a VR game called Dungeon Quest World, out of curiosity, Nate started playing the game, at first Nate just thought it was an ordinary VR RPG game, but when Nate was about to leave the game he couldn't. and instead get caught in the game.

What will happen to Nate?

Astor Odinson was a talented artist. Because of this, he joined Fargas High, a place for art geniuses. Having to come up with a art style to go against these almost superhuman artists, can he reach the top of the foo- no, art chain?

Dreaming of becoming an actress is her dream that she wants to achieve, also she has a dream like a child; for her family to be together again. 

Just like a dream, you’d find yourself in a whole new world where you can imagine what you want but what if it’s not a dream anymore?

Son So Jung, a famous author in RED Publishing Company that she suddenly woke up as Son Hana, an actress with a bad reputation?!

Hey Fellow Author, care to tell me what’s going on here?

***

“Hana Son, wake up. We’re late for the photoshoot at BOYs.”a deep voice was heard, as if I am listening to a voice actor delivering his lines. 

Damn, if this is a dream then I don’t want to wake up and listen to this lovely voice that I hear. 

“If you won’t wake up then I have no choice but to kick you out of the bed.”there it is again, come on! Feed me with your enchanting voice that captured my maiden heart. 

Then suddenly I felt a pressure behind my back as if someone kicked me and I fell down from my bed with my face facing the floor. 

“Dreams are sweet but when waking up, it brings you back to reality. Thanks a lot Mister Nice Voice!”I complained as I sat up. 

I groaned as I rubbed my forehead and I opened my eyes to see a man standing beside my bed. 

I slapped my forehead and said, “Damn did I bought a standee when I was drunk last night at the party?”

His dark eyes turned even colder than before, “I’ll count from one to three or else I’ll drag you to the bathroom.”

“I bought a talking robot instead?! Boss will kill me if I have bought something expensive again!”I panicked while messing with my hair. 

Dokyum will rip my body into pieces and bury me everywhere in my grandfather’s villa. 

He suddenly kneeled down and closer to me until his breath hit my face. He went closer to my face to the point his check brushed against mine and whispered against my ear, “Or do you want to be washed by me?”

All of my blood rushed to my face. Hey Dear Author! Can you tell me what’s going on right now?!

The Story about A warrior Who Saves the world by killing the dark lord

The Far Lands, a desolate place where not even hermits would want to live, is only one of the many places where the poor can live without having to pay taxes since there was no power presiding over the land. This also meant that there was no particular group or institution tasked with maintaining civil order or protecting the people from wild animals. The only thing maintaining the peace in these zones is a tacit agreement among all of its inhabitants.

It's fairly common to see young orphans begging on the sides of the street since their parents were probably killed by beasts while they were out hunting for something to eat. It's not like no one thought of farming but the terrain in this place was as dry as a desert and rains were considered a rare sight.

It's in one of these villages that lived Vlad, a 16 years old kid whose parents were killed by a group of wolves on the day of his 14th birthday.

However, all of this would change when the long lost magical particles that ignited the flame of mankind, came back and drowned the world.

Starting from now, all the mysteries that concerned the fall of the Gods and the disappearance of magic that brought upon humans nothing but disaster would slowly start to unravel before Vlad's eyes.

The Far Lands, a desolate place where not even hermits would want to live, is only one of the many places where the poor can live without having to pay taxes since there was no power presiding over the land. This also meant that there was no particular group or institution tasked with maintaining civil order or protecting the people from wild animals. The only thing maintaining the peace in these zones is a tacit agreement among all of its inhabitants.

It's fairly common to see young orphans begging on the sides of the street since their parents were probably killed by beasts while they were out hunting for something to eat. It's not like no one thought of farming but the terrain in this place was as dry as a desert and rains were considered a rare sight.

It's in one of these villages that lived Vlad, a 16 years old kid whose parents were killed by a group of wolves on the day of his 14th birthday.

However, all of this would change when the long lost magical particles that ignited the flame of mankind, came back and drowned the world.

Yuki, 20 years old, broke up with her first boyfriend after having dated for 2 years. Heartbroken, she decided to take a leave of absence from her university and moved back home to recover and seek solace from her family. Not long after moving back, Yuki’s grandmother suffered a bad fall while cleaning the attic and was hospitalised. Yuki, having grown up under the care of her grandmother, decided to help her grandmother finish tidying up her attic. It was then that she discovered never seen before pictures of her grandmother with an unknown youth. With her interest piqued, Yuki decided to ask her grandmother about the identity of the young man. Much to her surprise, she found out that he was her grandmother’s first love. From then on, Yuki would constantly visit her grandmother and listen to her recount the story of her first love as she slowly learns to cope with her heartbreak and move on from her first relationship.

A steps sound heard front the north, just like usual steps. The sounds walked to the art rooms building on ground floor which extend for twelve meters.
	When I peeked at it, I found there were two boys and two girls. From four of them, I could only recognize two of them.
	"Oh, hello you two," Tiffany greeted us, "What are you doing here?"
	"Oh, hello there, Ms. Tiffany, " Kevin stood up and greeted back, "We're only hanging around here."
	"Miss? Why do you call me like that?" She yanked, "You don't need to mention that." 
	"Alright I will note that. Is there a problem?"
	"Not yet. We're only going to go to the art room. There's no business with you."
	As she said, right after that they opened the art room and walked inside it. They directly went in and left the two doors opened.
	"They are from the second year, aren't them?" I asked to Kevin.
	He looked at me and nodded, "Yes. They are might even yes."
	"Um, what is that?" I skewed my head.
	"I don't really care who they are, but I will be strict if they always see us as freshman everytime," he uttered.
	"Yeah, however, each graduation care about their junior and don't pressure them," I smuggled, "Sometimes it wouldn't."
	"It will left one which doesn't care about anyone and it's us."
	I shook my head, "It won't be possible unless none of us started a relationship."
	"Hold on. Do you remember one of four purposes of existence of extracurricular?"
	"I only remember two. By the way, which one are you quoting?"
	"Building a relationship will be easier since extracurricular will held together."
	"Held together? How?"
	"The activities will mix up students because they mostly held twice a week and in the same room," he explained.
	"Oh, I see. You are mentioning that first, second, and third year going in the same schedule."
	"That is right. Just like how we have been doing in elementary school."
	"Yeah, that's it."
	Right after I responded to his statement, the wind caused the art room doors opened widely. Instead of close that, one of them putted a cobblestone in order to keep it opened up.
	"That's it. What is it?" Kevin asked.
	"Nothing more than a phrase, dude," I yanked, "We shall take a peek at the art room."
	"Alright, let's see what is happening there. Is it an ambush mission?"
	"No, the fuhrer isn't supposing us to do this. Let's execute this side order already."

	I stepped aside, and tried to peek at the room. I could help, but they seemed on their own business.
	The doors were still exposing what was inside. At the moment, they were looking at the shelves on the left side.
	On the first shelves there were many ceramics pot, from the lower row to the top. Standing next to it, there were shelves with many paintings and drawings placed messy.
	"Whoa, we shall remake the mood of the room again now," one of them said.
	"Hey, Douglas, let's see if we can place some good only and left the rest on the lower row," Leonard suggested.
	"That act would cost us minutes, isn't it, Fanny? We have to separate them on the table first."
	"Alright, but keep in mind that we can't change the first row."
	"Yes, only the second rows of these two," Douglas yanked.
	Right after it, they carefully picked up each paintings and putted them on the table next to the ceramics shelf. Leonard and Douglas moved something from the lowest row and placed it on another table.
	"Hold on, what is inside that box, Greylin?"
	She looked at Tiffany, "Huh? Shouldn't you ask them?"
	"There are three more of it," Leonard uttered, "It seems like a portable stove."
	"We should put them in place where the art supplies belong," Greylin said, "Somehow those stuffs spread everywhere."
	"They are belong there," Douglas pointed at shelf at the end of the shelves row.
	Greylin ran into that, "That's right. There are a box a stove gas, a box of spray kit, and some other boxes."
	"Is it okay to send these to that shelf?"
	"It is okay since we are here in order to remake this side."
	"Don't have anymore words, let's just move these and go to the another side."
	They went making three stack of drawings and four stacks of paintings on canvas. In order to keep the drawings not getting damped, the paintings stack filled the lower row of each shelf.
	On top of the paintings stacks, there wasn't anything so that more stuff could placed there in the future. Luckily, the drawings stack could stacked in one and only ate half of a shelf row.
	"Space saved!" Leonard yelled, "We got one and half free row here."
	"Nice, we may could put more stuffs on the shelves now," Tiffany laughed.
	"Oh, are you sure? That would disappoint the shelves on the another side."
	"Yeah, we have finished tidying these. Let's move there."
	As he said, they tidied up the stacks and started walking to the another side. Greylin held a wiper in her right hand, maybe she would like to wipe the shelves.

	"Um, are you sure we could wipe the shelves?" Douglas looked at Greylin, "Even though I also bring one we even didn't wipe."
	"Why do we have to wipe the shelf while it's at its best while be messy? Leonard opined.
	Once he spoke his opinion, everyone looked at him and skewed their heads. They seemed being annoyed of his opinion that the messy condition was better.
	" Hold on, Leonard. This whole thing was your idea," Tiffany said, "we are here to seek something between these."
	"We could seek it directly, but it will be more polite to clean each shelf," Greylin added.
	Douglas tapped on his shoulder, "Yeah. Let's just remake the canvas stacks on the lower row already."
	"Right now? Why do you look hurried?"
	"If you take a look there," he pointed at us, "There are two administers union members from 7B outta there."
	Hearing that, Kevin and I directly ran to the south, escaped spontaneously. We weren't supposing to do this, but we just did it spontaneously.
	"Wait, why are we escaping?" Kevin asked.
	"I don't know. By the way, let's go home already, we could see that room again tomorrow."

Heartcore Junior High School.
The first semester of school in the first year is the most boring time for Norbertus Glowing Quartz because for the first month, there is nothing big. He had only been doing tasks, administrate data, and try to talk to anyone. Everything become normal after the extracurricular starts, after the Pre-Test passed, but it was revealed many things that actually happened during extracurriculars, even before the Pre-Test. Due to the fact that he doesn't have much knowledge about what is going on before him, he has suddenly stuck in the guild problem.

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