Stories written in this book contains inspirational stories between lovers, love of family, fiction, and thriller.

February 28, 10:00 pm, London, England


This was it. Today was the day.


For once, I was already in my office, sitting at my desk, when Ms. Kang came in. If she was surprised, she didn't let it show. Maybe she expected it, considering what we were here for today.


"How did it go with the thriller?" I asked, fiddling with my tablet.


"The introduction went quite well," said Ms. Kang. "The body was found a week ago at a certain cemetery in Tokyo, and the protagonist reacted just as planned."


"And?"


"No further developments yet, but it's been a week," Ms. Kang continued. "If she doesn't do something this week, then I'll consider the thriller storyline a failure."


"Let's hope for both our sakes that the protagonist is as interesting as you thought she would be," I said, standing up. Ms. Kang nodded curtly.


I walked over to the center of the room, and took off my shirt, revealing a body marked with tattoos. The black markings stood out against my white skin. I noted Ms. Kang's eyes going wide, and couldn't help but grin.


I closed my eyes, summoning my magic. I could feel it pulsing as I directed my magic outwards, forcing it into the shapes I had imprinted onto my body. It flowed smoothly into the ink, making it glow red. I let the magic settle, running through the shapes, learning its purpose.


I opened my eyes, and looked over to Ms. Kang. She seemed entranced by the entire thing, allowing her cool facade to slip a little. I grinned.


"Let's begin."


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Irade (ear-Ah-deh)


March 1, 6:04 am, Beijing, China.


Ding!


'Oh, level up,' thought Irade absentmindedly as she stirred from her sleep. Then she realized that made no sense.


She blinked in confusion and rubbed her eyes. Maybe it was a holdover from her dream. She remembered vaguely that it had something to do with gaming, but that might have just been the afterglow from yesterday's finals. It had been a hard won battle...


Nope. It was still there.


On the top corner of her vision, a small bar with the English letters HP written underneath it. Inside the bar were Arabic numerals reading 10/10, and above it was an Arabic script she could not read, with the Lv. 1 written in English next to it. Then, in the lower right corner of her vision was a flashing red exclamation point. No matter which way she looked, or how much she rubbed her eyes, they would not disappear.


'Maybe I should lay off the videogames for a while,' she thought, getting out of bed.


Irade's room was small, but neat. Then again, it was only neat because she didn't really have anything to display. A small bed, with a bedside table and clock on it, and a wardrobe and mirror on the other side of the room. She had a little window above the bedside table that looked over the city below, but it was too high for her to see out of without something to stand on.


At the very least, it provided some good light in the morning.


She got dressed in her uniform, – a traditional blazer and tartan skirt – brushed her teeth and face, and walked through the apartment into the kitchen.


"Ah, Zhang Wei, come quickly while it's- oh."


A middle aged woman stood behind a table, clicking her tongue at Irade. She was dressed to the nines; in a flamboyant red dress with matching heels, with enough make up caked on her face to make a mime look subtle.


Irade stared at the woman for a moment, wondering if she should rub her eyes again. Then before she could get scolded, she bowed to the woman respectfully, who in turn clicked her tongue.


"Your tie isn't straight, do it again," she said. Irade immediately undid her tie.


"Not here!" she said. "Take your food and go!"


Irade's eyes immediately went to the table; it was loaded with all sorts of food. She looked around until she found it, on the counter near the fridge. A small plastic bag, which she knew was full of leftovers. The lady had taken it out in advance. That was nicer than usual of her.


"Hurry up and go, you'll be late for your bus!" the woman hissed.


"Bus?" said a young, male voice.


The woman's demeanor instantly changed as she saw a boy, no older than ten, walk into the kitchen, still in his pyjamas.


"Zhang Wei!" she cried, as if she hadn't seen the boy in years. Irade couldn't help but roll her eyes as she rushed out of the room with her food. Cold dumplings, bought from the stall outside the internet cafe on her way back from home yesterday.


Irade made sure to have her jacket on tight while she took the elevator down, then opened the bag of food once she got out. The smog wasn't too bad today, so she forwent the mask.


Beijing wasn't too cool this time of year, but neither was it warm. Irade felt her fingers slowly freezing as she ate her dumplings on her way to the bus stop. She expertly dodged the people around her,  used to the morning business.


Soon, she reached her stop, and sat down at the waiting area next to the old lady that smelled of tobacco, and the young office-worker that pretended to look at his phone while ogling her. In the past, he had tried to make conversation with her when they were alone.


"Your Chinese is really good!" he said once.


"I'm Uyghur," she had replied.


Ever since, he hadn't attempted to talk to her, which suited Irade fine. She didn't mind the sneaky looks, as long as he didn't try to touch or talk her.


It's not like she could actually do anything about it.


She ate in silence, finishing before the bus came and doing her tie up once she got onto her seat.


On the trip to school, she looked around the bus. Old lady sat at the back, office-worker at the front on his phone, and there was the pregnant lady who had started taking this bus to the hospital a few months ago. She was coming along quite well it seemed, as she looked tired, but happy.


Above them all were their names, with Lv. 0 next to them.


'Feng Guo,' she noted the name of the pervert, before looking out the window. Usually, she liked watching the people go about their lives as she made her way to school, the roar of the bus' engine somewhat comforting. Today, however...


That blinking exclamation point at the corner of her vision was getting annoying. It didn't seem to be a hunger meter or anything, as it was still there after eating breakfast. She wondered how she could open it.


As soon as the thought of opening it crossed her mind, a message appeared.


[Congratulations, you have Leveled Up!]


[HUD unlocked!]


[Daily Tasks unlocked!]


[Stat Points rewarded!]


Irade blinked as the lines of dialogue popped up. Miraculously, they were all in Chinese, instead of English like she was expecting. She read it all carefully, brow creasing with each line.


Stat Points? Daily Tasks?


What did that all mean?


Well, the HUD was probably just this whole...vision thing that was happening. But level up? Everyone else was at level 0, but it did show that she was level 1. How did that happen? What did she do to level up?


That probably wasn't the best question to ask right now. A better question would be to find out what her stats and Daily Tasks were.


Irade frowned, fighting the urge to swipe the image in front of her. That would definitely be a weird thing to do in public.


How had she opened the message before? She had thought about 'opening' it...so maybe, to open her stats screen she should-


And there it is. Stats screen.


[HP: 10/10]


[Strength: 4]


[Speed: 9]


[Intelligence: 10]


[Agility: 5]


[MP: 20/20]


MP? She had Mana Point, aka Mana, aka Magic? Did that mean she could use magic? For the first time since that morning, Irade felt a twinge of excitement about this strange impediment to her vision, but she quickly quashed them. No, she shouldn't get too excited.


First of all, what the hell was this? Level up? Stats? What was all these game-like terms invading the real world like this? Sure, there were stories about ordinary people getting game-like cheats in real life, but they were all stories. Fiction. In the real world, if something like this happened, it would be more likely to be some sort of mental illness manifesting.


That's right. Irade calmed herself down. There was no way this was real. It was probably just her mind's way to cope with stress. School was getting rather tough lately. This was just a way to deal with stress, nothing at all. It would be better if she did not interact with the delusion any more; better to let the delusion go.


As such, she ignored it as she got off the bus and started her school day.


Her school was a decently-sized building, though it only had six stories. That said, the ceiling was quite high for each floor. In turn, that gave it large windows, making practically everything inside visible. Irade thought it looked like one of those modern dollhouses, where you could see the insides without opening it up.


She went by her day as usual, keeping her head down and focusing on anything but studying. She managed to get until lunch before thinking about the HUD again.


As usual, she sat in the cafeteria alone, eating her lunch, when a boy suddenly sat next to her. Irade narrowed her eyes. What the hell was going on? There were literally dozens of other empty tables he could have sat down at. Why this one?


"Irade, right?" he asked.


Irade nodded, mouth full of noodles. She noticed his name on the HUD: Fan Mo.


"I've noticed you around for a while now," he started, which made Irade narrow her eyes. How? When? She was never in school if she could help it. Where would he have noticed her?


The only place Irade hung out was the internet cafe near the food district. But she never noticed him there, ever. And according to her stats – not that they were real – her perception was her best trait.


"Do you want to go out with me?" he blurted out, causing Irade to choke on her noodles. Instead of helping her however, he simply burst out into laughter.


It was only after she coughed up her noodles did she notice the other students recording the whole reaction on their phones. Her ears burned with embarrassment as she stood up.


"No thank you!" she yelled, causing everyone to laugh harder. She rushed to the bathroom before she could make an even bigger fool of herself.


Stupid. Why had she even said anything? He was obviously asking her out as a joke in front of his friends.


Part of her, however, was simply bewildered that this was even happening. Sure, she had heard from other people that this sort of bullying happened, and it was always shown in dramas and novels, but Irade never actually expected it to happen in real life.


Then again, she never expected to suddenly gain a game-like cheat ability in real life either. Not that it was much of a cheat. It was just a HUD, with her lack of stats on display for everyone. She didn't even have any skills.


At the thought of 'skills,' another, glass-like square popped up.


[Skills: Flight: Lv. 0]


She stared at it for a second. Seriously? A Skill? Flight?


From the Skill name, it sounded a little too good to be true. If only there was something like a description she could read...


Ah. Description.


[Flight: Float and move around in the air at will. Duration lasts 1 MP per second]


Well. That seems to check out. Not that she could do anything with...


Wait a second.


A plan crystallized in her mind, but still she hesitated. Could she really trust the HUD? What if it really was all a delusion? Would there be any way for her to check-


Wait. Of course there was.


The HUD said his name was Fan Mo, right? She had never met him, never seen him before. So if she could just get a hold of she school yearbook, look up Fan Mo…


That would mean her HUD is real, and that it isn't something her mind is making up to deal with her stress.


All she needed was a yearbook.


If only she had a yearbook.


Or a friend who would lend her a yearbook.


She glanced at her phone for the time, and washed her face. Still some time before class. Maybe if she asked one of the teachers they could lend her one?


'It couldn't hurt to try,' she thought, leaving the bathroom.

"This world is truly...boring."

The Mage King, overthrown and killed by his own people, escaped via one last spell. Reincarnated in the body of a weak baby, he sets off to conquer the world once more.

Except somehow, he has been reincarnated into a completely different world. A world with no mages...aside from him.

What is the point in ruling such a boring world? He might as well reincarnate again. Until the TV catches his eye, and he sees a certain animation from a far east Asian country...

Maybe...maybe I can do something here. Maybe in this world without mages, a mage is what is needed to spice things up a little. Maybe this boring world needs...a Demon Lord to rule it from the shadows.

If this world isn't interesting enough, then I'll force it to change with my own hands!

"A Demon Lord needs henchmen, so I will create my own!"

"I also Heroes to fight against, so let's make those as well!"

"Hmmmm...I like System novels, let's give a Hero a Gamer system!"

"I also like superheroes and romances, let's create some superheroes and make them fall in love!"

"What's this? A thriller? Hmmm...maybe I can make something like this too..."

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This is a collection of short stories that I've written over the years. Each entry is an individual story. 

If you like mystery, thriller, horror, romance, the occult, and anything psychological, please come through the gate and enter the Cabinet of Curiosities.

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Jason decided to spend his time in this city and looked around this foreign city.
"Let's go out and see how different it is really from Freyton"
Jason said and walked out of the hotel, his biggest problem right now is the language, he couldn't understand what most of the people walking in the street were talking in but he didn't mind it at all.
He decided to enjoy his time in this foreign city.
While walking in the street he would, of course, get noticed by few locals because he looks foreign to them so he caught their attention, it was nothing but normal as foreigners are always noticed in public so it didn't matter.
Jason's charm was also able to make some women attracted to him, some of them approached him to talk to him but due to the language barrier, it didn't go any further.
While he was in the city he was able to hear some interesting urban stories of this city, what interested Jason the most are these Urban legends, he always wondered why his city Freyton didn't have any urban legends, he always wanted to research some of these urban myths as he got addicted to horror and thriller type of movies.
Walking around the city he found some people who could speak English and decided to talk to them, seeing that Jason is a foreigner and wants to learn about their culture the people here were not rude to him and told him about the culture, when Jason asked them about the urban myths of the city the people here also got excited to tell Jason about them.
Everyone likes to talk about urban myths and Jason being the foreigner they would love to see his expression when they tell about them to him.
Jason was also interested, one thing he did know is that these urban legends have a 50% possibilities of being true as it was seen or experienced by someone and the other 50% is just hoax made up by kids and adults just for some short fun which gets spread by people after getting viral.
"You should listen to this one, there is an urban legend talking about a being called Rake, they say it looks like a giant humanoid skinny dog with no fur, it is very silent when moving around, it is said that this being called Rake would watch you sleep and when you finally feel its presence it will attack you and suck your blood dry"
A man said to Jason.
Jason got interested in this legend, even though blood sucking is mostly related to Vampires Jason knows there are other beings who do drink blood to sustain themselves, what Jason is more fascinated about this Rake is that it would watch a person sleep like a sick old pervert and only attack when they wake up and notice the Rake.
"Have there been any cases of these Rake?"
Jason asked
"Yes, there were some cases stating that the victim had all their blood drained from their body and they had huge bite marks all over their body but the police just said it was some serial killer who found his or her's next victim"
Another one said.
Hearing this Jason could tell that this might be a supernatural case but he still won't believe it fully because people have the tendency to tell more than they saw, that is how any stupid rumors start.
"There is another one, its called the Shadow Person, it is very scary when you think about it, they say that when you are sleeping you suddenly feel someone standing next to you and when you wake up you feel paralyzed, your whole body is unable to move as you will be able to see a black shadow on top of you staring into your eyes, these shadow people are very different, everyone who saw them have different reaction, some of these shadow people will try to choke and kill you while others will just watch you as you try to move to struggle from your own sleep paralysis, I would never want to experience something like that"
Another one said shuddering from chills he got when he narrated this myth.
Even Jason is fascinated by this myth, these Shadow people, he has heard about these beings before, he usually read urban myths and he has heard about these Shadow people many times, they are all over the world, some believe that these beings are from another dimension while the scientists who don't believe in supernatural say that its all your brain acting up strange.
The things that Jason has seen from the time he has become what he is now, he won't completely deny anything that has so many witnesses, multiple people saw these shadow beings all over the world while they are asleep, sure there was something to it and Jason was curious about it.
The deeper he got himself to the supernatural the more he felt excited.
"I have lots of fun with you guys"
Jason said and left, he then continued roaming the city while he was unaware of the people who are currently outside the city surrounding the half-eaten dead bodies.
"Who did this?"
A middle-aged man with silver hair and brown eyes asked as he saw the massacre in front of him.
"We don't know, elder, there are no witnesses, a car was found outside the nearest city, the killer must have killed them and entered the city, he was smart enough to not take the car into the city, we have nothing to track him down"
A man in a black suit said.
"This person killed the future clan head and her cousin who was a potential husband of hers, whoever this killer is, he or she will pay"
The middle-aged man said and looked at the two burnt skeletons on the road.

A Gangster with a twisted mindset finds out that the world he lives in is not what he expected it to be.
Supernatural beings, magic, he gets involved with all these, how will he thrive in this world which becomes completely foreign to him, maybe the answer is to turn into something that is truly foreign to the world itself.



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After chatting for a while with Brother Long, Feng Bujue went offline. After all, since he would not be able to join any games temporarily, he was going to make use of this downtime to get away from the gaming hub and prepare his dinner.
After a 2v2 killing game and a somewhat completed Team Survival Mode, it was about time for dinner, but even though it was called dinner, it was still basically soup noodles.
According to his editor, the payment for the TV appearance would be banked in within these few days, but he did not specify when 'these few days' was. Therefore, whenever it was about dinner time, Feng Bujue would instinctually go to the computer to check his bank account. If there was any new income, he would definitely go online to order take-out. Of course, the result this time was still… nothing.
Feng Bujue did not possess a credit card. At his time, applying for a credit card became something more problematic. At the start of the twenty-first century, the scam cases using credit cards rose to an astounding eighty percent, and the cases that made use of the phone's connectivity to one's personal info accounted for ninety percent of the total cases. Even if the third-generation photon computer arrived and all the citizens' ID were managed by the internet, the ratio showed no sign of declining.
As mobile phones had become an integral part of life, the government could only work on the party that issued the credit card. The way they went about it was to draft new laws and come up with certain limitations. Even though it was impossible to completely end credit card fraud, tighter management obviously led to some results.
A citizen like Feng Bujue, if one was being kind, was an author; if one was being unkind, he was an unemployed person. Someone slightly in the middle would call him a freelancer. He had to pay for his own health insurance, his own EPF, and the money to buy a house? Haha…
A citizen like him could only apply for a credit card with an exceptionally low credit limit, and a person could only have a maximum of three cards. With Feng Bujue's personality, naturally, he skipped doing something so troublesome. If there was an emergency, he could ask his friends for a loan. After all, with his limit, he could only get around several thousand from his credit card.
For novelists, most spent their lives in poverty, those that became successful could be counted on one's fingers, and in fact, most of them had a harder life than Feng Bujue. At least Brother Jue managed to stay afloat. Most youths with literary dreams were in a situation where if they stopped typing, they would have to starve. Suffering the disappointment from the family silently and believing that the day their talent was recognized would arrive, the passion for story telling eventually became a habit of writing, and the attitude toward other authors turned from admiration into envy and jealousy. This kind of life repeated day after day, until one day, they woke up and realized that they had wasted their entire youth in the wrong industry.
Such a culture meant that writers had to bow their heads toward some business rules. In this world, no matter the industry, hard work was necessary to achieve success. Even with hard work, most only ended up with just enough to survive. Big success only belonged to a small portion of individuals. Those who worked hard but failed to succeed or those who did not work hard at all would really starve to death, in shame and in failure. No one pitied the losers anymore.
Writing was a project of passion, but that did not mean that one could ignore the reality of life. Money became the main standard to gauge a man's value in the society. The man could be a nouveau riche or come from old money. Even if he was a jerk, even if everyone knew that his money came from a dirty source, even if he was insane or murderous, as long as he was not locked behind bars, there would be people who lined up to serve him.
The rich rule the world; this motto would remain true in all eras.
Like most children of the middle-class of his age, Feng Bujue often lamented that he was born in the wrong year. As previously mentioned, Ancient China was more suitable for him. If he had been born later, when every human organ except the brain was replaced by machines and he could drink two gallons of machine oil to survive half a year, he could at least enjoy real fairness and equality.
But unfortunately, he lived in the twenty-first century. In this era, to borrow a famous movie's line, 'Nothing is easy in the adult world.' And it was true that lives were not easy for most kids.
Feng Bujue was one of the few who knew his lot in life. When it came time to cook noodles, he would do that. Perhaps one day, the thing in his brain would explode, and his life would end. Or perhaps, after the explosion, he would become a bionic person and live a life of luxury. Anything was possible. In conclusion, if a person was not satisfied with their current life, since anything could change, tomorrow was something worth anticipating.
"Lately, the air quality in City S has shown signs of improving. Heavy pollution has now changed back to the level of medium pollution…"
"The expansion of the parking lot at the 9th subway station has been stopped due to workplace accident…"
"A fifteen-year-old girl is selling her first night online to buy the latest phone model…"
While he waited for the noodles to cook, Feng Bujue turned the television on. He listened to the various news stories and continued to do his work numbly.
After working for ten minutes, his dinner was done. He switched the television off and went to grab a jar of peanut butter from the fridge before returning to the television. He yawned. "There hasn't been any good news on the television lately. Is it because the people's trust in the media has been dropping year after year and they themselves think that publishing good news will achieve an opposite effect?"
Other than the news, Feng Bujue rarely watched television because the popular programs were mostly about a bunch of people sitting there exposing their own dirty laundry and arguing like children in front of the nation to attract attention. Whenever it was dinner time, most stations broadcast those kinds of programs with no real content, and it was hard to find even a little clever writing. For dramas, the plot was mostly about foreigners killing the military and then the military killing the foreigners. Feng Bujue really wished to write a letter to those scriptwriters: 'I suggest you find the time to write a script about resisting the Filipinos or even the aliens. Turn the recipe around and perhaps you'll find success.'
As he chewed on the noodles, he opened the main website for Dream Inc. He initially wished to jump to the tab for Thriller Paradise, but in the corner of the main page, an article caught his eye.
"The company's second online product is already in testing. The beta will probably be out by May." Feng Bujue read the article, mumbling to himself. "The working title of the game is… Mad Thoughts? It's going to be a PVP card game."
He swallowed the peanut-flavor noodles. "The first game has just finished beta, and they're announcing a second game already. The actions of this Dream Inc. sure are hard to understand. If this was another company, before they earned enough from Thriller Paradise, why would they spend resources designing a new product? Won't it cause competition within the company?"
The article was only one paragraph long. It did not provide any game images or more detailed information. In a way, it was nothing more than an announcement… but this had managed to attract the attention of quite a number of players. When Feng Bujue turned to the forums for Thriller Paradise, he already saw a few threads for Mad Thoughts.
Of course, since the official announcement did not provide much information, the threads made by players were merely predictions. Some of them even managed to find fake pictures and act like they had inside sources. They claimed that they had people working at the company, and the forum managers were too lazy to deal with them. This was the first day the new game had been announced, so it would be counterintuitive for them to dampen the hype. After all, the bigger the hype, the higher the interest within the player base.
"Known player from Jiang Hu, Flashes of Sword, suspected of cheating." Feng Bujue's eyes were soon glued to this thread. It was a hot thread with more than a 100,000 clicks and more than one hundred replies.
The OP was obviously a smurf. The name was all in random English letters, but the account had been registered for quite some time. However, looking through the account's posting history, most of them were meaningless threads, and it was quite clear that this was a mouthpiece for Zombie Blade.
Feng Bujue read the thread with some interest, and it was clear that the account was describing the scenario that he had been playing earlier.
"From the moment my teammate and I entered the scenario until the end when we lost, we didn't even get a glimpse of the other party. They managed to disappear from a supposedly enclosed space, and this map comes with a continuously exhaustive effect on the players' Life Points. The plot introduction stated very clearly that the map outside would have an even greater exhaustive effect! I stayed for a long time inside the map and used more than one Life Points Recovery Potion. I have to ask Flashes of Sword, if you are not cheating, how did you survive longer than me? Don't tell me your backpack is filled with health potions or you've suddenly become a player who specializes in the Medic mastery; I don't think anyone will buy that!"
There were many details that were left unsaid in the thread, and that was done on purpose. After all, this kind of thread to slander others mainly focused on points that would put oneself in a good light. The points that would not do that were omitted or ignored. The one relief was that the account only mentioned Flashes of Sword by name and did not mention Feng Bujue at all. Of course, the OP did not mention himself or his teammate's ID either, and there was no mention of them belonging to Zombie Blade. The excuse provided was laughable. "Jiang Hu is too powerful, and if I provide our IDs, they might come after us for revenge."
When Feng Bujue saw the title, he only thought it was funny. Even from a bystander's perspective who did not know anything, there were many points in the thread that sounded fishy. Furthermore, even if Flashes of Sword was really cheating, why had the player not gone to customer service? What was the point raising a ruckus on the forums?
Now, Feng Bujue understood why Flashes of Sword had such a low opinion of people from Zombie Blade. It was one thing to use underhanded tools in-game, but at least have some dignity.
The more he read, the more interesting the thread became. No wonder it had gathered so much attention. Some of the replies were obviously from members of Zombie Blade. They supported OP blindly, writing things like, "That's right, that's right. Flashes of Sword, if you dare, come out and answer this! What, people from a big gaming studio can bully us normal players? Are you afraid to come out because you are in the wrong?"
This logic was just wrong. When Feng Bujue went offline, he saw that Flashes of Sword was still in-game. No one would have expected those people to raise a hoorah like this on the forums after losing a game of Killing Game. Even if this was seen by people from Jiang Hu and they informed Flashes of Sword, with his personality, he probably would have ignored it. Dogs could bite a man, but a man would not bite back, right? If every big character came out to explain whenever some fifty-cent army came to question him online, he would not have time to do anything other than explain himself all day and all night.
There were some players who were swayed by the atmosphere in the thread. They might not have even heard of Jiang Hu or Flashes of Sword before they read the thread, but seeing how deep the thread OP had gone, they decided to add to the chaos.
Of course, there were people with opposite opinion as well. They came up with many retorts.
"OP show us your real ID. Is being afraid of revenge a valid excuse?"
"One-sided rhetoric!"
"You sure there are no other settings to that scenario?"
Facing those replies, Zombie Blade naturally chose to ignore, argue, or go directly for ad hominem, calling them smurfs from Jiang Hu. Well, since they were a professional fifty-cent army, that was to be expected.
Scrolling down, after about thirty pages, the replies became nonsense. They turned into "Waiting for the truth", "Just passing by", "Ready with popcorn", and very little argument here and there.
This was the normal trend on the forums. At least fifty percent of people would only see the first page and would not look further unless the reply was a livestream or included pictures of beautiful girls. The other half would mostly look through the first few pages, and if there was no new update, they were too lazy to stay and read through the endless yet meaningless back and forth.
Less than ten percent of people would read through every reply and update the thread often. Some of them were really interested in the content and updates, some were only waiting for others to reply or quote their post, and some were there due to a strange reading habit.
Feng Bujue ate using his left hand. He was not left-handed and would not type with his left hand, but he could operate the chopsticks with his left hand. So, eating with his left hand and controlling the mouse with his right had become one of his mastered skills. It was because of this skill that when he finished the bowl of noodles, he also finished reading the thread.
"Hmm… I've finished the thread without even realizing it." Feng Bujue hated arguments; he found them pointless. There was truth and ideals in this world, but people were reluctant to admit defeat and that they were wrong, so they chose to muddy the water.
"I shouldn't have started reading it, ruined my mood." Feng Bujue picked up the bowl and used a paper napkin to wipe his computer table. Then he went to the kitchen to wash up.
He did not crawl back into gaming hub immediately. Since he had just finished dinner, he wanted to do some exercise, like… giving his pet a bath.
Therefore, he turned his dangerous gaze to Arthas. The latter was originally lying on the sofa lazily, but sensing the murderous aura directed at him, he jumped up immediately and lifted his head to meet Feng Bujue's gaze.


This is a game beyond dimension–the pursuit of truth. 
The unknown seal, the gambit between gods and demons… 
The defiance against data, the retribution of human… 
In a virtual world connected with reality, consciousness dictates us, consciousness chooses us, and consciousness dictates our consciousness. 
Now, throw away you fear. 
Throw away your selfish interest, question, and disbelief… Free your thought. 
Welcome to Thriller Paradise. 
Feng Bujue lost his ability to fear because of an unknown psychological disorder. Through a virtual reality game designed for players to experience fright and despair, he began his search for his lost fear. Could he finally regain his ability to fear? Could he outwit the scenarios presented to him? Could he finally uncover the truth hidden inside Thriller Paradise?  


Sorry for taking too long. I was actually working on my own RP Amino after realising that I too want to have franchise like the Nasuverse where I can fanfic all my favourite stories into my own universe!

I'm calling this franchise the Gaiaverse! Although I've yet to conceptualise and bring in conpetent Authors who I can collaborate with to write some awesome stories with, I actually have a lot of passion for making this universe of mine popular!

The main appeal of my universe is similar but different from the Nasuverse. Instead of Heroic Spirits, there are going to be 'Dreamscape Spirits' who are both born through the imagination of humans and 'become real' through those thoughts.

What I mean by 'become real' is basically making it so even a certain evil tentacle god in tales by HP.Lovecraft becomes something that has history in real life after becoming a Dreamscape Spirit.

This essentially lets me take off any limiters in my fanfic-y universe and allows me write plot that normally wouldn't be possible. There are three short works I'm going to be working on that will bring out the appeal of this universe to the fullest!

The first is a story where Dreamscape Spirits from the Tales of King Arthur and Journey To The West duke it out in a story where these two 'factions' are opposed to each other for one way or another.

However, this won't be just bringing them out in the modern day as 'spirit contractors' will exist on this story to spice up the story. Imagine being a normal high school student or average salaryman when out of nowhere, you suddenly meet the Dreamscape Spirit of Sun Wukong who wants your help in defeating his long-term rival, King Arthur.

Although there won't be any genderbends in this story like in the Nasuverse where nearly 90 percent of Heroic Spirits are girls or a Saber rip-off, there will be more 'fictional' characters added in the mix.

For example: The second story I'm going to add into the Gaiaverse will be a story of Alice In Wonderland where even the rabbit hole she fell into itself is turned into something real. This story will be reminiscent of Pandora Hearts but set in modern times rather than a medieval fantasy.

The third but not in any way last entry to this franchise will be a story where more human Dreamscape Spirits like Sherlock Holmes and Jack The Ripper will exist, albeit not in the same forms as usual due to Spirit Contractors. The Jack the Ripper Dreamscape Spirit will have 'different interpretations' running around that a detective team will have to go around trying discover.

This third entry will be more of a mystery thriller where it's either piece things together or die horribly. I'm planning of turning this story into that since I just want to create stories that can add to the lore of this Gaiaverse. Of course, there is also a Power System separate from Dreamscape Spirits like Internal Martial Art Lineages and secret science fiction-esque organisations but those will be stuff in the background to improve the stories.

I'll be seeing you guys later then!

The story is the third entry in the trilogy of Battlefield Restart but is being written as the direct sequel instead. The events of Battlefield Restart 2- An Adventure Beyond Greatness, are contained so there isn’t much to be missed by skipping it.

This novel is about an Author being sent into the nightmarish world he writes due to his destiny. The main character of BR 2 appears but isn’t focused on much, as this is about the Omniscient Writer’s story.

Vol. 0 is skippable and isn’t essential to the story as a whole. Only something there for extra info.

All Rights Reserved 2019

-PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME 
This is a work of fiction. Names, Character, Businesses,Places, Events, and incidents are either the products of the authors imagination or used in fictitious manner. 

Any resemble to actual events or with other stories is purely coincidential. 

PLEASE BE OPEN-MINDED

My Brothers White Lies contains foul,offensive,vulgar words,explicit mature content, NOT SUITABLE for every young readers or sensitive minds for below 10 years old. (haha joke)

This story is unedited,so expect typos, wrong spellings and grammatical errors. 

if you're looking for a perfect story, you're free to go and don't continue reading this. Thank you! 

-READ AT YOUR OWN RISK 

and also this is my first time writing or publishing a romantic thriller story, so i hope you like it. 

Please also VOTE or if you mind leaving a COMMENT or even following me in WebNovel. 
THANKS! 

Also this story is SLOW UPDATE

if you can't wait.. then you can't 

May amats si author kaya maganda ang story. CHOS. 

ENJOY READING!

Skyler Wilson, one of the famous and rich Wilsons. 

Not just three or five, but six hot brothers

I mean look how lucky she was for having a Six hot damn brothers? 

Even though their house, their rules. She still know how to get along with them. 

But... in every story there's a conflict, in every story there's a problem. 
But the best way to escape from your problem is to solve them. 

" I LOVE LISTENING TO EVERY LIES, WHEN I ALREADY KNOW THE TRUTH"

She's just a simple person who hides a thousands of feelings behind her genuine smile was a melancholic eyes. 

and the most worst of all is that she loves listening to her brothers WHITE LIES.

All Rights Reserved 2019

-PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME 
This is a work of fiction. Names, Character, Businesses,Places, Events, and incidents are either the products of the authors imagination or used in fictitious manner. 

Any resemble to actual events or with other stories is purely coincidential. 

PLEASE BE OPEN-MINDED

Love Lust contains foul,offensive,vulgar words,explicit mature content, NOT SUITABLE for every young readers or sensitive minds for below 10 years old. (haha joke)

This story is unedited,so expect typos, wrong spellings and grammatical errors. 

if you're looking for a perfect story, you're free to go and don't continue reading this. Thank you! 

-READ AT YOUR OWN RISK 

and also this is my first time writing or publishing a romantic thriller story, so i hope you like it. 

Please also VOTE or if you mind leaving a COMMENT or even following me in WebNovel. 
THANKS! 

Also this story is SLOW UPDATE

if you can't wait.. then you can't 

May amats si author kaya maganda ang story. CHOS. 

ENJOY READING!

Love Lust MBWL Series 1

Amber Young 

She's a good girl with bad habits. A goddess of her own hell. Never thought that she will be dancing with the devil someday. 

Until then Red Lewis a simple man but full of authority. A sadist man. 

What would happen if the two of them meet?
Will love find its way? 
Or is it just between love or lust?

Red and Amber's Story

MBWL series 1

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