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 It has been i while since i`m in webnovel, and i noticed that some authors have problems with ideas for their Novels, many ideas copied ( like 1 book of X theme, 1 week later more 3 books of X theme), soo.... I made this book for the Readers of Webnovel suggest what themes they would like to read and themes for Authors, Helping  everyone :D                                        
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TOP PRIORITY: Original Themes that have never been written in webnovel or those who have not being work properly/left unfinished/not explored at all etc...

Hello! Welcome to short stories, Short stories is a collection of small unfinished book shorts that never really got expanded on because of writers block. If anyone wishes you can take a short story you read here and expand it into a bigger actual story. Short stories is composed of different authors stories, Authors are credited at the top of the story title which helps them get noticed if their short seems popular. If you want one of your shorts/unfinished book ideas to be published on short stories contact me at princesoysaucebusiness@gmail.com

This prodigal actually agreed! "Martial Spirit" has all along been incurring losses. And now it could be sold for one million, hahaha! This is just too funny!
Ko Gohon's mood was happy as ever, as he smiled and said, "In that case, I'll wait for Young Master Dali's money, haha."
"Mm, no problem." Hong Dali wasn't the least self-conscious of his squandering. "Then, we can just do the procedures today."
After hanging up the call, Tang Muxin exclaimed, "Dali, that's one million! One million! You can just directly give the author's family this sum of money, why do you need to give it to that annoying rascal Ko Gohon!"
"I know." Hong Dali shrugged. "The problem is that we don't know the contact details of the author. What choice do I have then?" Hong Dali turned his head and looked at Ling Xiaoyi. "Give the author's family another 2 million. Oh right. Sister Xiaoyi, make the arrangements at Luo Xue's family's side. Also, tell Zhong Dian website not to hype this issue!" 
"OK, Young Master." Ling Xiaoyi nodded.
"Alright." Tang Muxin thought for a while, but in the end, she nodded and said, "Though you're squandering this time, it's a good way to squander on!"
…
In the group chat for Feng Yun website authors—
Author One: "Has 'Martial Spirit' been completely blocked? I can't find it no matter how I search for it, and I was still thinking of supporting it, sigh."
Author Two: "Yes, those from the above are definitely planning to tone this matter down as soon as possible. If it goes on like this, in a few days, this matter will just die down like that. Sigh, a long-time author has died, yet there aren't even any words from them. So heartless."
Author Three: "Big news! Something big has happened! 'Martial Spirit' can't be found at Feng Yun side already, right? Zhong Dian website has actually published this book and officially released a notice on it. This is really big news! Everyone, quickly go and take a look!"
Author Two: "Really?! I'll go and take a look right away!"
…
On Zhong Dian website, on the official website.
A huge banner was hung in the central position of the main webpage. The title was "Carrying On Luo Xue's Unfulfilled Wish, Officially Searching For Authors To Continue Writing 'Martial Spirit'!"
Upon clicking into the post, the content inside made all the authors' eyes lit up.
Zhong Dian website's Official Announcement—
"Author of 'Martial Spirit,' Luo Xue, has unfortunately passed away. Thus, Zhong Dian website, in order to do its utmost to help Luo Xue's family, has invested one million to purchase the contact details and all the copyrights of the author of 'Martial Spirit.' Now, Zhong Dian website officially announces that 'Martial Spirit' already belongs to Zhong Dian website. Now, we're searching for authors willing to continue writing Martial Spirit till it finishes. At the same time, Zhong Dian website promises that all the subsequent earnings of Martial Spirit, after deducting taxes, will all belong to Luo Xue's family."
This was the full content of Zhong Dian website's declaration. It did not mention a word about what Hong Dali did.
Ever since this piece of news had been released by Zhong Dian website, countless people started to award and support "Martial Spirit" which had already transferred to Zhong Dian website!
And after this announcement had been released by Zhong Dian website, a Great God-level author named Tian Yuanlong from Feng Yun website posted the following— 
"Fight fight fight! Fight against Zhong Dian website for creating hype using Luo Xue's incident!"
Main content— 
"Luo Xue has passed away. This is truly a very sad thing. But I didn't expect that Zhong Dian website would use this matter to create hype. I really can't help but despise this! And a so-called one million bought the opportunity to create hype, this is really cheap, it makes people look down on them! As expected, they're businessmen, very good at grabbing opportunities!
"Why do they want to buy the copyright of 'Martial Spirit'? Isn't it because they recognized the opportunity to create hype this time? One million is not a small figure! Having no bottom line when it comes to creating hype, this is really unbearable to witness any further!"
Once this post came out, the internet instantly descended into chaos! 
In the various authors' group chats—
Author One: "Damn it, Zhong Dian website totally doesn't have any bottom line. The person is already dead, yet they're still creating hype?!"
Author Two: "Damn you, can you get some brains first before you scold people? Is there even a need for Zhong Dian to use this matter to create hype? You don't have brains yet you still dare to come out and expose it!"
Author Three: "This time, Zhong Dian's side has not done this very nicely. Previously, I still thought that Hong Dali was quite a good person. I didn't think it would turn out this way. Disappointed!"
Author Four: "What the heck, are you an idiot, Young Master is that kind of person? Can you use your brain before you speak?"
…
On the online novel forum—
"Fight! Fight! Zhong Dian website is shameless, using the deceased to create hype!"
"Get lost, people from Feng Yun. Is Young Master that kind of person? Don't you all have brains?!"
"Go to work+Write novels+Learn drawing+Play COS+Make props+Watch anime+Laze in bed and sleep, I'm still alive."
"Regarding Luo Xue, writers, do you dare to have some sympathy?"
…
Chenhui Building.
Hong Dali lay on Li Nianwei's lap and asked Ling Xiaoyi, "Sister Xiaoyi, how are the arrangements going at Luo Xue's side?"
"They are more or less done. We've already communicated with Luo Xue's mother. Also, we're planning to fork out a sum of money to buy a new house for his family members, to let them have a place to live in their retirement." Ling Xiaoyi slowly said, "But Luo Xue has a younger sister. Young Master, do you have any plans on that?" 
"Younger sister…" Hong Dali thought for a while. "Send her to New Lanxiang campus city. The environment there is better. Oh right, iPartment should already be built, right? Arrange for his family to stay in an apartment there—give them a bigger one, with shops around the area. Anyway, I'm not planning to collect money from there."
"OK." Ling Xiaoyi nodded. "There aren't any more problems. It's just that this time, many people are scolding us and saying that we are using this incident to create hype. Young Master, do you want to respond to these?"
Upon hearing what Ling Xiaoyi had said, Tang Muxin angrily said, "This group of people, they can't tell good from bad!"
Even Li Nianwei, whose personality was calm and composed, nodded. "Yes, sigh, they can't tell right from wrong."
"I'll not respond." Hong Dali insipidly said, "If I respond, that would really be creating hype. They can say all they want to, we just need to do what we want to do. Oh right, I heard that Luo Xue's father is handicapped?"
"Yes, Young Master." Ling Xiaoyi said, "A car accident caused the loss of both of his legs from the knee down. Or else, Luo Xue wouldn't have to tire himself out to this extent."
"Mm…" Hong Dali nodded. "After we've developed our endoskeleton, give him one set."
"OK."
…
In the group chats for Feng Yun website authors—
Author One: "They're actually selling copyrights at this time! Needless to say, I'm not writing my book anymore. I want to go back to Zhong Dian!"
Author Two: "I'll go back too. Feng Yun's side has actually sold all the copyrights, they're just so damn careless about it!"
Tian Yuanlong: "What the heck, Feng Yun gives you such high prices yet you want to be traitors!"
Author One: "F*ck you! This proves that I still have a conscience, unlike you!"
Tian Yuanlong: "Damn, a traitor is acting all superior here! You haven't even figured out clearly who is the one that gives you money and supports your living. If you want to leave, leave quickly, don't affect our moods! I'm fine with my new book which has published 1.7 million words within half a year. I can play around every day."
Author Two: "Damn you, you're giving up even your conscience for the sake of money, aren't you?!"
Author Two was kicked out from Feng Yun authors' group chat.
Author One: "What the heck, you're still kicking people out, I dare you to kick me out as well!"
Author One was kicked out from Feng Yun authors' group chat.
Tian Yuanlong: "Don't blame me for being honest. This is the group for Feng Yun authors, and the group prohibits any discussions about Zhong Dian website! Any more discussions, and you'll be kicked out of the group without any hesitation!"
…
Just when there was chaos on the internet, "Martial Spirit" had undergone a huge change!
It was first the five Supreme Gods of Zhong Dian website who each gave one million Zhong Dian coins as tips. And then, very soon later, the number of people tipping "Martial Spirit" had reached a new peak once again! 
Initially, only about 1,000 or so readers and authors tipped "Martial Spirit." However, very soon, the scale started to greatly increase, and when nighttime came, the number of people giving tips had already exceeded 10,000. And it was still continuously increasing.
…
Feng Yun website headquarters building.
"Young Master, at the moment, there are already close to a hundred authors planning to return to Zhong Dian website. These are all the authors that we'd paid a high price for their chapters when we just started the website." GM Liu from Feng Yun website stood in front of Ko Gohon and Shiroishi Kazuma and reported.
"So many have left?!" Ko Gohon paced back and forth in the room. "Are there any movements at the authors' group chat now?!"
"Currently, there's not much going on," GM Liu answered. "Now, things have toned down at the authors' side. According to your idea, we have pushed all the blame on this matter to Zhong Dian website taking the opportunity to create hype. Approximately more than half of the authors in the authors' group chat have expressed their support, and the reactions on that are not very big! Especially an author called Tian Yuanlong, he's extremely supportive of us!"
"Mm, that's good!" Ko Gohon firmly decided. "Increase the recommendations for all the authors that have supported us this time! Promote that Tian Yuanlong with all your might! As for those who have left, remove all their books and get them to completely disappear!"
"Young Master, aren't we keeping anyone of them?" GM Liu cautiously said, "The quality of their books is not bad. If they just leave like that, it's quite a pity…"
"Mm…" Ko Gohon wasn't anxious to reply, but asked instead, "Oh right, about how many authors have left in total? How is the impact on the updated books?"
"According to the calculations, we've lost approximately 400 books or so." GM Liu replied.
"400 books, 400 books, it's not little…" Ko Gohon anxiously pranced around the room and then irritatedly waved his hand. "Go out first, I'll think about it again!"
"Yes." GM Liu instantly went out.
After he'd left, Ko Gohon instantly took out his smartphone and made a call, then anxiously said, "Uncle Kazuma, quite a lot of authors have left because of the incident this time. We've lost approximately 400 books, what should we do?" 
"How can you do big things if you're so flustered!" Shiroishi Kazuma said in a low voice, "It's even better that they leave, don't keep any one of them!"
"Ah?!" Ko Gohon was shocked. "Why? That's over 400 authors, over 100 elite writers! It's fine that those without contracts left, but it wasn't easy for us to poach those with flat fees!"
"The aim is to let them leave by themselves." Shiroishi Kazuma insipidly said, "Once they leave, our spendings would decrease greatly. Also, get the editor to ask the unofficial authors to hurry up and speed up in completing their books. Take this opportunity to directly clear them all!"


"I have to squander; otherwise, won't it be a waste of my parent's talent at earning money?" Hong Dali answers a reporter's question matter-of-factly. 

Just after the interview ends, Hong Dali opens the Great Prodigal System's interface and looks at the various good stuff displayed in it. Stroking his chin, he mumbles to himself, "I just need to squander 200 billion yuan more to exchange for the blueprint of the core technology, Engine Destruction, found in the strongest humanoid mecha weapon, Neo Granzon. Looks like I'll have to work harder!"

"I want to splurge! I want to squander!"



Zhang Zian was busy the whole day and now it was almost time for him to go to bed. 
Zhang Zian had been exhausted throughout the day, but now that he knew the elves' lives could be extended, his tiredness vanished completely. However, he hadn't told the news to Old Time Tea or the other elves yet. As Pi had said, it wasn't the right time. If he hastily told the news to everyone, they would be too expectful. The reality might be too disappointing. For that reason, they might as well not know about it in the first place. 
Even if the lifetime of the elves really could be extended infinitely, the elves had to go through an extremely difficult process to do so. Judging from Pi's stern expression as it read the untitled book, Zhang Zian figured that this may be his biggest challenge and trial since he downloaded the Pet Hunter game.
Although he couldn't understand the untitled book, whether it was the Hyperwebster Dictionary, The Book of Sand, or a fantasy book from another civilization in the universe, he was still very grateful for it. Without it, he wouldn't have found out about such reassuring and hopeful news.
The elves had fallen asleep, one after the other. Before going to sleep, Richard had been very active that night, as if everything put him in a good mood. Zhang Zian had to hang it upside down to calm it down. 
When everyone was in bed, Pi was still sitting in front of the computer, typing away.
"Pi, did the noise bother you?" Zhang Zian came over and asked. He knew how annoying Richard and Snowy Lionet were.
Pi shook its head no.
"Well, we're all going to bed now. Please go to sleep as soon as you finish writing." Zhang Zian brought over a small desk lamp. The lamp light was turned away from the bedroom, so it wouldn't affect anyone's sleeping.
He didn't plan on telling Pi what he was doing later, because he wasn't sure whether he would be successful or not. He didn't want Pi to be disappointed after giving it so much hope. 
Pi grinned and nodded.
Zhang Zian glanced at the elves again. After confirming that each elfin was in its correct place, he turned off the ceiling light. 
With the light from the desk lamp and his own nightlight, he laid on his bed and stared at the ceiling, listening to Pi type. He thought about the elves' lives for a while, and then thought about the situation of Uncle Li's diner. He tried to allow all of his thoughts to occupy his mind and keep himself from falling asleep.
About an hour later he heard a click, and the fan noise from the laptop disappeared. Pi turned off the desk lamp and the room grew darker. It climbed into the basket hammock chair to go to sleep.
Zhang Zian kept his eyes open for a while, and almost fell asleep. He pinched his thighs to keep himself awake. 
He looked up and guessed that Pi had already fallen asleep. Then, he grabbed his cell phone by his pillow and opened the Qidian app.
That day, as he watched Pi write, he had secretly browsed the Internet on his cell phone, trying to find out what the amazing reading lists were.
After he finished researching, he knew that reading lists were an important supplement to the Official Recommendation Spots from the Qidian website. A reading list was created by an individual, who would list his or her favorite books and the reasons why they would recommended those books on their list. If other readers agreed with the owner's suggestions, they would start following the creator of the list. The reading list owners were similar to bloggers who reviewed digital products on video websites, and the digital products recommended by bloggers tended to receive more attention. Some reading list owners even had tens of thousands of followers. 
After careful searching, Zhang Zian discovered that the reading list owners were roughly divided into two categories. One type introduced and reviewed each book in great length, while the other kind of reading list owners introduced each book with only one sentence. The former type attracted much more followers than the latter. After all, through the detailed evaluations and introductions, the readers could tell that the reading list owners had put in a lot of work into every book. 
That day, he had mentally noted the reading list owners' IDs who wrote long book reviews and then went to the comment sections of their lists. He first ruled out the most popular reading list owners, because in their comment sections, numerous authors or authors who pretended to be readers were promoting their own books. Those reading list owners wouldn't be able to read all the books being recommended to them, even if they tried to read 24 hours a day.
As for the reading list owners that attracted fewer followers, their comment sections were basically empty. It wouldn't be helpful for Zhang Zian to advertise Pi's novel in those lists. 
After more research, he targeted a reading list owner who had the tenth most followers. The ID name of the reading list owner was Morning Gorilla Star, who was mentioned by the author of Diplomats of the Underworld. 
Morning Gorilla Star had written down his requirements about posting advertisements in his comment: Do not copy and paste your ads. I will promote urban novels that have no or only one female protagonist.
Zhang Zian felt relieved when he read these requirements. He was extremely popular with women, and many cute girls were desperately hoping to be his girlfriend. Pi had just hidden this fact while writing the novel based on the life in Zhang Zian's pet shop. Therefore, Pi's novel had managed to meet Morning Gorilla Star's requirements.
Advertising was like sending resumes to hiring managers. The key points of the novel must be written as concisely as possible. What was the highlight of Pi's novel? It certainly wasn't that the protagonist didn't have a girlfriend! 
He typed on his phone: Can I promote my own book? The title of the book is Pet King. The protagonist, who is the owner of a pet shop, downloads a game that can capture elves. Together with the elves, he witnesses the growth of the pet shop. There is no female protagonist in this book. 
He thought it over and added "Currently" in front of the sentence, "There is no female protagonist in this book." Then, he satisfyingly clicked the "Send" button.
After sending the message, Zhang Zian repeatedly refreshed the comment section and anxiously waited for a reply from the reading list owner, just like a job seeker who was constantly refreshing emails and nervously waiting for replies after sending out his resume. Zhang Zian had read the books recommended by Morning Gorilla Star, and all the books were well-written. Perhaps Morning Gorilla Star wouldn't think Pi's novel was good enough. However, Zhang Zian hoped that Morning Gorilla Star, who had read countless books, could at least tell him why Pi's novel failed to be recommended by him. In that case, Zhang Zian could help Pi revise the novel. Zhang Zian was acting like a job seeker who was close to starving to death and desperately needed a job, whatever the job was, to feed himself.
Since it was nearly one o'clock in the morning, the owner had probably gone to bed already. Watching his comment drowning in other comments from authors promoting their own books, Zhang Zian couldn't help but sigh in dismay.
Perhaps he sighed too loud, because Zhang Zian heard a squeaking sound come from the hammock chair. It sounded like Pi had turned over.
He locked his phone screen and waited a little longer. He didn't unlock his phone until there wasn't any more sounds coming from the chair.
What should he do?
He was very sleepy. Should he wait till the reading list owner woke up and try advertising again? 
No, he shouldn't wait. Tomorrow, Pi would receive its first Minor Recommendation Spot. If its novel failed to be ranked in the top three or top four spots, it might never have a chance to receive a recommendation again.
With that thought, he decided to advertise on another reading list. Advertising was just like begging, and as long as he could swallow his pride now, he would gradually become thick-skinned. 
This time, he lowered his expectations by moving his attention from the reading list owners with tens of thousands of followers to ones with hundreds of followers, hoping that some of them hadn't fallen asleep yet.
Zhang Zian noticed that there was one whose ID was Yang Chenkong. In his reading list, Yang Chenkong wrote reviews with thousands of words for each book and offered many thoughtful insights. However, Yang Chenkong only had a mere 3,000 followers. Would it really be useful to advertise in this list?
Zhang Zian desperately went to the comment section. To his surprise, he saw that this reading list owner was still online, discussing his opinions with his friends about a certain book. 
Zhang Zian hadn't read the book that they were talking about. However, from reading their conversation, Zhang Zian felt as if he had read it and learned about its successes and failures. From observing, Zhang Zian could tell that Yang Chenkong was very professional. 
For some reason, the comment section of his reading list was blank and had no advertisements. Zhang Zian chuckled to himself. He could take advantage of this rare opportunity to advertise. 
There were some basic rules of advertising for all reading lists. Unlike like people who put advertisements in bathrooms,  book-promoting advertisements couldn't be randomly posted. Each reading list owner had different requirements for advertisements. For example, Morning Gorilla Star had explicitly stated that he would only recommend novels with no or one female protagonist. Yang Chenkong, however, had a wide range of book choices. Except for supernatural novels, Yang Chenkong basically read every genre. 
However, the most difficult thing was that the list owner didn't specify which book genres he would recommend, and Zhang Zian didn't know how to cater to his preferences. After thinking about it for a while, Zhang Zian rewrote the message that he had sent to Morning Gorilla Star. He deleted the sentence "Currently, there is no female protagonist in this book." He added, "Feel free to read the sample chapters, but don't blame me if you're poisoned (Translator's Note: Read and Poison sound the same in Chinese)," hoping that his self-deprecating tone would draw Yang Chenkong's attention. 
After clicking "Send", he was too tired to repeatedly refresh the comment section as he did before. It was almost half past one in the morning, and he would need to get up early that day.
Putting down his cell phone, Zhang Zian lay down flat on the bed. Soon, he was half-awake and half-asleep, and he would completely fall asleep at any moment. 
In the darkness, Pi had been watching him the whole time. It had barely moved, except to slightly change its posture after its legs started to get numb.
Pi had always known about Zhang Zian's actions. It could tell from Zhang Zian's exhaustion. 
Since Zhang Zian was so tired, it wouldn't matter if he did these things later, right?
Pi opened its mouth and silently imitated the shape of someone saying "thank you."
What?
Zhang Zian thought he heard something. It seemed like someone was talking to him. He barely could open his eyes. His drowsiness was as heavy as a mountain, pressing down on his eyelids.
He looked around and found nothing out of the ordinary. He unlocked his phone screen and saw that it was past two in the morning. 
Since he hadn't logged out from the Qidian app yet, he clicked open Yang Chenkong's comment section, the second reading list owner he advertised on that night, hoping to find Yang Chenkong's review on Pi's novel. However, he found no review, and saw that the advertisement he had posted was gone.
No wonder the comment section was so empty. As it turned out, Yang Chenkong deleted all of the advertisements in his comment section. Zhang Zian's efforts were again all in vain. 
He couldn't keep his eyes open anymore. He shoved his cell phone under his pillow and fell asleep.


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

When Xiang Wan reached the entrance of her neighborhood, she noticed that she was hungry.
It was a shame to come back from making a meal for someone and yet she was going hungry.
She bought a steamed bun and lowered her head to take a bite. At the moment, she could care less about the gazes from the pedestrians. A layer of mist formed in her eyes.
It's really tasty.
Yeah, it's really tasty.
She exclaimed inside her heart.
What's happiness? Happiness is, there's food when you're hungry and clothing when you're cold…
As for those spiritual pursuits, she was currently unqualified to seek them.
To love requires ability, being loved also requires ability.
Xiang Wan, do your best to earn money.
…
After eating the bun, she reached her neighborhood.
Xiang Wan threw the paper bag used to contain the steamed bun into the trash bin and continued to walk with her head lowered.
A while later, she heard an anxious young voice of a child, "Mama, mama, mama…"
The child kept calling his mom, but there was no response from her.
Xiang Wan turned to search for the voice and saw the mother and child who lived on the fourth floor.
The little boy kept pulling his mother's hand and calling for her, but the woman continued to walk quietly. The child's shouts fell on deaf ears as the mother seemed lost in her thoughts.
Eh?
That abnormality attracted attention.
Xiang Wan stopped and waited for the mother and son to walk over. When the woman noticed someone was standing ahead, she lifted her head and met Xiang Wan's gaze.
Xiang Wan smiled. "Good morning."
The woman smiled at her, her eyes looking rather beautiful when curved. However, there were some faint lines of wrinkles at the corner of her eye. Her skin also looked dry and yellowish due to lack of maintenance, and her eyes were red like a white rabbit's.
"Morning," she paused for a while.
She appeared to have cried earlier, and her voice sounded slightly muffled. She pulled her son to her and went past Xiang Wan in a haste, their back view quickly disappearing into the building.
Xiang Wan pursed her lips, puffed a sigh, then put on a smile and walked slowly to her apartment. 
The relationships among neighbors were limited to greeting and nodding at each other.
Every family had their own problems. Who wasn't struggling with life?
…
Xiang Wan made up her mind to adopt Fang Yuanyuan's suggestion.
"A man who's always in the midst of hesitation and longing to pit against himself would not go far. Don't worry, just do it!"
Back to her apartment, she made herself a cup of instant coffee, stick a post-it note on the desk, and opened the MacBookPro.
Previously, as she was in doubt of the origin of the MacBookPro, she dared not use it.
Now that she had ascertained who had sent her this, she decided that she should just use it.
While she was setting up the new laptop, she also planned her plot outline using Fang Yuanyuan's laptop.
The original plot outline of her second case was different from what she wanted to write now.
To get more ideas and details, she surfed the internet for more news with regards to the case at 'The Palace'.
The rate at which news spread in the modern online world was astonishing.
A case which involved a death in a huge city would normally be not as widespread.
Nevertheless, due to Ye Lun's involvement, the case harnessed a great deal of attention just like the 720 case.
[The Case Of The Fountain Goddess!]
This was the name the netizens came up with for the case.
There weren't any useful information from the police with regards to the case. They only revealed the last name of the deceased as "Sun". Sun and Ye Lun were friends and had a social gathering at "The Palace". When the police went in to check on them, Sun was terrified and fell off from the balcony, landing on the hands of the goddess statue. She had passed away due to heavy injuries during dawn that day.
Next, Xiang Wan did a search on news about Ye Lun.
And, she found out something even more shocking.
A prominent headline with the title "The Grey List" stated that Ye Lun was in the original cast of actors where he would be casted as the third leading male character.
His role in "The Grey List" was a major villain. It would be the biggest challenge in his acting career so far. If he could do well, he would get remembered by the public and prolong his acting career in the industry.
Unforeseenly, getting involved in a case would mean his role in the drama might be replaced.
And when that happened, he would be considered finished.
His agency almost went crazy due to this incident.
"The Grey List" was the debut novel of the renowned mystery writer, Second Young Master Mu. It was also the book that shot him to fame and publicly ranked by the mystery fiction readers as the number two book.
Well, the book that ranked number one was Second Young Master Mu's ongoing installment—"The White List".
In fact, Xiang Wan didn't understand why he used such a title for his book.
But she liked the title and thought the title was really cool!
"The Grey List"—Baidu explained this as between blacklisting and whitelisting. It was used to explain the backend programming or rules as well as SMTP status tags to create blacklists and whitelists dynamically…
Back then, she was rather crazed about Second Young Master Mu, so when she was thinking about the title of her first novel, she also wanted to use the word "list".
In the end, she got chastised for submitting the name "The Pink List" to her editor.
She made changes again and again, but her title was still being rejected.
The editor then offered suggestions of titles like "The Sweet Wife Of The Tycoon", "When Kidnapping His Wife Becomes Addictive", and more. These were all the typical titles of romance fiction.
At that time, Xiang Wan relented and chose the second title, but the end result was depressing. Her book failed horribly. She soon realized that she might not be cut out for pure romance fiction and decided to follow the example of her idol, Second Young Master Mu.
"The Grey List" has been popular for three years and still ongoing.
Games, anime, and comics were so popular in the market that a drama would be produced for it.
A well-known company and a renowned director would be shooting the drama, but the cast list had not been confirmed for a long time which was puzzling to many.
Is it really Ye Lun? she thought.
Xiang Wan thought of the scene when she saw Ye Lun outside "The Palace" last night.
He had a pair of eyes that could talk as well as the flamboyance of his histrionic personality—he was actually quite a good fit for a villain role inside the "The Grey List".
…
It was very lively in the internet.
Ye Lun's fans were still trying to uphold a positive image for their idol. They kept saying that their idol was being wronged and had been invited to "The Palace" for a social gathering with friends. He was there for less than 30 minutes and did not take any drugs at all.
It was a pity that Ye Lun was not popular enough.
The more heated his fans were, the more intense they got attacked by public opinion.
Hence, after a wave of argument, the fans suffered a heavy defeat.
Finally, the fans got smarter, and they only replied with one argument.
"The police has not even released any news about the case. On what basis you are accusing our Lunzi[1]?"
Indeed, the police had not released any news on the case.
Even though Xiang Wan was there last night, she was not sure if Ye Lun had taken drugs as well.
She had Huang He's number, but she thought it was not convenient to disturb him for she did not have the right to know what was going on with the case.
However, an author has no lack of creativity.
Wasn't writing a novel all about talking through one's hat and delivering the story with the tongue in cheek? Just make up the story then…
And so, she started to write about her second criminal case.
The case was still in the preparation stage where she would have to pave the way for it. Therefore, it was easy to write a chapter on that.
Around one o'clock in the afternoon, she had already uploaded a chapter of around 3,000 words.
She had not updated for days. When her readers saw her update, her reviews and comments page started to get lively.
"Wonderful chapter!"
"Hurry and update! It's a chore to refresh everyday!"
"Dear Author, when will you be updating more?"
"Xiang Gongzi, persist in your own style and pace, don't bother with the others."
"It's about a month, and there's only about tens of thousands of words written…"
Xiang Wan saw a lot of familiar IDs and felt a feeling of warmth as if she had met up with her old friends again.
She was not a popular author, and the small group of readers who had followed her for a long time was her source of motivation.
At the very least, there were people who treated her book as their favorite.
Therefore, for this love they have for her, she told herself to return her fans a miracle.
She wanted to write a popular book to prove that they did not love the wrong author.
Ding!
A notification from the mobile phone popped up.
"'The White List' has just been updated!"
Eh? Second Young Master updated!
Somehow, there was always some form of energy to offer encouragement and get her motivated.
Xiang Wan instantly got excited. She stretched herself, went to the restroom, then lied on the bed feeling relaxed.
Reading Second Young Master Mu's book had become her most extravagant enjoyment.
However, Second Young Master Mu would seldom update.
Oh! Same as her, he also updated 3,000 words.
She could not resist the urge to reread another time…
…
Around seven o'clock in the evening, Fang Yuanyuan came back from work.
Not only had she brought back food to make dinner, she brought back Huang He as well.
These two were in the most beautiful stage of being in love—three months of the "honeymoon" stage where they would make time for each other no matter how busy they were.
Fang Yuanyuan had worked for a full day while Huang He was also busy with the case. But even then, he could squeeze out some time to send her home.
Who said that time was not being squeezed?
Xiang Wan laughed when she saw the two of them.
"Is our Miss Yuanyuan going to cook tonight?"
Fang Yuanyuan was bathed in the happiness of being in love, her face was filled with inexpressible femininity, and she even sounded soft-spoken.
"Who's going to make dinner for him? If I fall in love and become like his mom, won't I become his maid in future? We the new age women don't like to fuss over husbands or enter the kitchen."
Xiang Wan could not control her laughter. "Yo, so he's now a husband and you're thinking about the future already? When are you treating me wedding candies?"
Fang Yuanyuan blushed in an instant. "Nonsense, I'm just stating an analogy."
"Ahem!" Huang He saw that Fang Yuanyuan was flushed red and immediately chimed in, "Erm… Yuanyuan, Teacher Xiang, I still have something on, I need to go now."
"Detective Huang," Xiang Wan called out to him.
She moistened her lips in an awkward smile and asked softly, "I would like to find out what happened last night. Is it against the rules?"
Huang He was startled then he gave a smile. "That depends on what you're asking."
Xiang Wan contemplated for a moment. "Did Ye Lun take drugs?"
Huang He chuckled. "Is Teacher Xiang a fan of him?"
"No, I'm not a fan of him," said Xiang Wan, "I'm a fan of Second Young Master Mu. Ye Lun's taking an important role in his story, so…"
"I understand," Huang He suddenly cheered up and even extended his hand for a handshake with her. "I'm also a fan of Second Young Master Mu, it's a pleasure to meet you."
"Hah!" Xiang Wan could not stop laughing in amusement. "It's my pleasure as well."
Huang He's expression eased up a lot. "Well, this actor, Ye Lun," he hesitated and looked somber for a moment, "he did not take drugs."
"What?" Then why did they take him away?
"Last night, we caught more than 20 people. The urine test showed that there are a dozen drug offenders, while a few of them just drank some wine and did not take drugs."
"So…"
"Ye Lun has since undergone education and has been released."
"What about the woman?" Xiang Wan could not resist her urge to ask more questions.
Huang He knew that she was asking about the woman who landed on the goddess statue at the fountain.
He mulled over for a while and said apologetically, "Before the case is solved, I'm unable to reveal anymore details… Sorry about that, Teacher Xiang."
He's an honest man!
Xiang Wan nodded her head.
"I understand that. Detective Huang, sorry to have troubled you."
"Then I'll get going now."
Huang He walked two steps, turned to wave at Fang Yuanyuan, and made a "call me" gesture.
"Eat more, call me if you need anything."
"Okay, okay!" Fang Yuanyuan went up to him and pushed him out of the door. "You've said that too many times. Just get going or they're going to rush you again."
It was clear that she was all smiles when she said that. After Huang He left, she started to ramble to Xiang Wan about him.
"He did not sleep last night. I've already told him that he need not come fetch me after work, but he insisted. In the end, he need to rush back after meeting up for a while. Moreover, at this hour, he's going to waste a lot of time on the road. He's so stubborn like a mule, he just wouldn't listen…"
Pffft! Xiang Wan held her arms and looked at her idly. "So you're complaining?
"Of course!" snorted Fang Yuanyuan.
"You're showing off your sweet love in front me, didn't you notice?"
Fang Yuanyuan was stunned for a moment seeing how Xiang Wan was smiling at her teasingly and could not resist breaking into laughter.
"Alright, alright, I'm wrong, I shouldn't have done that…"
"Good that you know you're in the wrong. Singles like me need to be loved and protected, okay?" Xiang Wan snorted and turned around. "I'll write my story, you make dinner!"
"Ah!" Fang Yuanyuan looked at the food she bought, feeling upset as she was caught in her own trap. "I'm in the wrong, I'll never show off again."
…
Huang He seemed to have left together with Fang Yuanyuan's soul.
The next day, she came back by herself.
The third day was the same too.
Huang He was so busy that he could only make phone calls as he was unable to send her home.
After Fang Yuanyuan said that she would not show off her love in front of Xiang Wan, she would stare at her mobile phone from time to time.
A couple who was in their "honeymoon" stage tend to want to stay by each other's side all the time.
Her heart was numb from missing him terribly.
Her boyfriend was too busy with work, and she needed to be a sensible girlfriend so as not to distract him.
There were various speculations by the public circulating in the internet. Without a doubt, it was very stressful for Huang He as he was the interim Captain.
"Xiang Wan, why didn't you console me?"
Fang Yuanyuan sat on the side of the bed and sighed the umpteen time.
Xiang Wan did not even raise her head and replied while writing her story, "I need more consolation than you."
"Don't be like this." Fang Yuanyuan went up to her. "Come on, talk to me, I feel so lonely and cold."
"Tch, it's only been two days and you're lonely and cold? So I should have died of coldness as I'm always alone by myself."
"That's different. You love to stay at home."
"Please, that's because I have no choice, alright?" Xiang Wan rolled her eyes, her lips turned downwards, "Isn't this what you, my Lord Editor, has always wanted to see? Well, I've continuously updated for three days."
"You still have the cheek to say this?" Fang Yuanyuan gave her a glare. The next moment, she suddenly thought of something, "Oh yes, there's a piece of good news."
"Say it!" Xiang Wan continued typing on her laptop.
"Stop for a while. Be serious, turn to face me."
Xiang Wan had no choice but turn around with her chair and face her.
"As you wish, Lord Editor, you can tell me now."
Fang Yuanyuan sat on the edge of the bed and asked seriously, "Wen Quan's organizing a training programme at the capital for selected authors. Do you want to go?"
Training?
Xiang Wan knew that every year, the website[Wen Quan] would organize a training for a limited number of authors to learn at the School of Liberal Arts. Basically, the selected authors were usually the ones whose books had done well enough or authors who had shown a lot of potential.
She wanted to go, but with her novel's subpar performance, would she get a chance?
"I can help you fight for it." Fang Yuanyuan winked.
Her cousin was still very reliable; she could offer her assistance in the critical moment.
"Although your novel 'Murder The Dream Guy' is not the key novel of our company, the statistics of your novel is increasing, fast. More importantly, your book is actually so well-known that it is the most widely spread book of the year. I think our Chief Editor will agree! Your chances are very high."
"Really?" Xiang Wan raised an eyebrow and asked hesitatingly, "Did she know that we're cousins?"
Achoo! Fang Yuanyuan rubbed her nose and sneezed. "Do you think I'll disclose such an embarrassing thing?"
"D*rn!"
"Hahahaha!"
The two of them bantered and laughed cheerfully together. Xiang Wan was feeling good.
No matter which industry one was a part of, one should always strive to get better!
She might learn something from the training as her background was not from a literary arts school after all. Hence, she might be lacking in certain areas and all these need to be learnt.
The strong feelings of anticipation made her almost forget about Bai Muchuan.
…
She suddenly felt like laughing.
Maybe the feeling of falling in love with someone was just like that?
These were the feelings of the modern day men and women—nobody was indispensable.
…
Ever since that day, Xiang Wan never saw Bai Muchuan again, but met Cheng Zheng twice at the breakfast eatery.
In the two occasions, he was also donned in sports attire which was simple and comfortable. He would greet her politely and did not act as if they were very familiar with each other.
They would just exchange a few words casually and leave respectively.
Xiang Wan had also met her fourth floor neighbor once as well.
She was still the same as last time, looking very depressed and lost. 
Xiang Wan did not know why she cared about her.
Maybe it was because the woman had called the police for her sake or perhaps she looked like someone with a story that the curiosity residing in Xiang Wan wanted to find out more.
…
That day, when Xiang Wan received a phone call from Bai Muchuan, she also received a piece of news sent by Fang Yuanyuan.
The list of authors selected to go for the training was out.
Three authors were being selected, and Xiang Wan was one of them.
Because of that, Bai Muchuan could sense very clearly Xiang Wan's delightful mood through the phone.
She smiled pleasantly, as though she had never been troubled before.
"Detective Bai, what's up?"
Few days had past, and her mood underwent an obvious change.
Of course, Bai Muchuan could feel it.
He paused for a while and said, "I'm leaving."
[1] Lunzi - nickname given by fans to Ye Lun


Aspiring author Xiang Wan was deemed hopeless by her family and better off married when her fourth novel still did not do well. 
Just as she started to doubt herself and wonder if she should continue to pursue her dream as an author, things take an unexpected turn when a dazzling guy appears before her and she was taken away by the police as a prime suspect of a murder case.
A murder had taken place and the details were eerily similar to her mystery novel. 
From then on, her life turned topsy-turvy.
...........
Translator Review:
This is a novel encompassed with mystery, ethics, family ties, and romance. Of course, the highlights of this book are the murder cases. 
Although it’s a modern setup where none of the characters have a system or any other cheats, the Author managed to delight me with her writing, creative plots and a good pace without dragging her story. 
I marvel at the way the Author links up the clues and plot to explain the individual cases as well as paving the way to unravel the huge conspiracy behind the individual murders. Romantic plots are light-hearted so readers could take a breather from the plots of gruesome murders.
Frequency of release:  1 chapter/daily

In the North where the sun sets, stands the Black Gate. 
 A-33.

**

 Min didn't understand. And his first reaction was to read again, and again, until he figured it out. It was him who wrote the note. Sure, he wasn't exactly the same. And sure, it was meant to keep a secret. But he should be able to figure out the meaning. 
 A whole hour of nothing had him defeated. 
 Maybe it was in the words, he thought. North where the sun sets. He saw the map of the academy in his head. The coordinates of the academy grounds aligned with the geographical coordinates. The academy's north was the geographical north. And that meant, the sun set in the west. 
 Then, what was the Black Gate? 
 Could A-33 be referring to a locker? Or some kind of safe that he left his notes inside for safekeeping? 
 How was he to proceed when he couldn't understand his own message? 
 He folded the paper along the creases and stuffed it into his pocket. Returned the book to its shelf. And decided to continue touring the library. 
 After the second story, he went up to the third. On the third story, the sitting area was actually bigger than the area occupied by the books. The books were all advanced, with an almost equal mix of handwritten notes and journals, and printed hardbound books. Every single book on the third story was extremely important and immensely valuable. 
 He felt a longing from the third story that he didn't from the other two. He knew from a cursory glance that he spent a lot of time up here. And he knew he wouldn't profane such a sacred space. There was no clue up here. 
 Another day he would return. Grab a book. Sit. Read. Enjoy himself up there. Today, for now, he needed something else. 
 Walking down the stairs, he felt he understood himself a little better. Anyone else, searching for the same clues, would definitely lose themselves up there. Didn't it seem obvious that he would hide a clue where he was most at? 
 The thought brought him to a stop on the bottom step. Hadn't he made the same mistake? He looked where he would have, where anyone would have. But not where he should have. 
 He walked to the far end of the sitting area, and looked in at the books resting on the shelves. Separated by subject. He saw the aisle in which were the books on social clusters. His eyes slowly moved to the aisle where he found Prof Lushe's book. And then he traced the route to Prof Wuchang's book. A faint shadow of realisation had begun to form. 
 What he would have done was follow the titles. Of the books he would read. Of the authors who would interest him. Try to decipher the messages hidden in the books. 
 What he would have done was leave a lot of secret notes. Red herrings. Many would bear no meaning. Others would be distractions. Where better to hide a leaf than in a forest? 
 What he should be doing, was think like himself. Do what he wouldn't do. What no one would expect him to do. And that was to leave nothing in the library. 
 No. That was wrong. He shook his head. The goal wasn't to hide so deep the clues would never be found. The goal was to make it so only he would find the clue. And maybe, the paper in his pocket was the first clue. 
 He pulled out the paper, unfolded it against the wall, and read it again. 

**

 In the North where the sun sets, stands the Black Gate.
 A-33. 

**

 He paused. What if it wasn't the academy? What if the world was limited to the library? What if the directions were governed by the geographical coordinates? 
 He walked to the west, which was the opposite end of where he was standing. He was at the other end, among books on mythology. If this was where the sun set, then what was the north? 
 His eyes were gliding past the titles on the spines of the books, when he froze. It wasn't the north, but the North. The North wasn't referring to the cardinal direction but to a name. Of a book? 
 He was excited, as he began walking along the aisles, searching for a book with any reference of the North. He found it on the tagline to the book's title. 
 Igunati - of the giants' North. 
 It was the retelling of old folklore of the giants of the North. Igunati was the sacred custom of the giants, offering their offsprings to the gods after the first month. Blessed were those that were claimed and taken by the gods, for those babies started their journeys among the gods. 
 But why this book? He couldn't figure it out. He couldn't find the patience to walk back to the sitting area before pulling open the book. He flipped pages, searched underneath the jacket, but found nothing. Was he supposed to read the entire book? It wasn't thick, but wasn't little either. 
 A-33. 
 He remembered. Excited again, he looked at the page numbers. Sure enough, it wasn't just numbers. Every chapter had a letter, and every page of each chapter was numbered from 1 along with the letter of the chapter. A-33 was the last page of the first chapter. The first chapter spoke about the origins of the giants, about the curse of the mountain people that turned them into giants. 
 He flipped to the last page. A-33. 

**

 The prophecy spoke of the son of Midgard, who would brave the winds and the rocks and death itself as he walked up to the peak. From there, he would step off. But he wouldn't fall, for the mountains would be flipped. And he would be walking up to the abode of the gods. Appeased with his wisdom, the gods would grant him a boon. And that would be the salvation of the giants. 
 
**

 He was startled by the flash of understanding. He had to step off the end. Have faith. For the world would turn itself upside down, to save him. And then, he would find the stairs upward. 
 With trembling hands, he returned the book. Turned away. Walked down and out the library. Which was as long as he could hold himself. At the first whiff of the outside air, he set off running.

What if one morning you woke up with no memories? 

What if all you had was a video message you left for yourself, warning you that you were in grave danger? 

What if the only way to survive was in discovering what you forgot? 

And what if your biggest enemy was yourself? 

**

"There is a bug. It allows unmitigated access to the users' consciousness. You're the only one who knows. You must stop the release. You must stop them." 

That was the primal directive. Min needed time to understand, to accept. But time was the one thing he didn't have. 

He woke up with no memories. He only had the one video message he left himself to work with. The video told him he was a beta tester of Gaia, and he had discovered a bug that could very well be intentional. 

What he was asking of himself was to be a hero. But was that what he wanted? Was that really him in the video? 

If it was him, why go through all that trouble? Why did he delete all of his memories himself? 

Who were the people helping him from the shadows? Were they friends? Or, were they something else entirely? 

Who were those that were after him? Were they all related to Gaia? Or were there other secrets too? 

School was the perfect refuge. Friendless and unremarkable, he couldn't be hidden better. But with less than three months to graduation, he was running out of time...

"Lucas, be on your guard I got a report that the prince were seen at downtown yesterday."

"Relax Elea, I'm sure everything will be fine. besides, if anything were to happen I know you can handle it." Shrugging off the warning, Lucas walk out of the waiting lobby towards the arena.

"I wish that would really be the case Lucas, I really do." He muttered to himself before leaving the other way.

The moment Lucas enter the arena the crowd went wild, and even wilder as his opponent entered. when they stand 30 meters apart, the referee calm the audience then spoke.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this would be the last battle for this tournament, I hope all of you are able to enjoy yourself these last few days. As for you, honorable champions, you all have done well to reach this far. Now, once more you will show us your courage, your strength! Let the match begin!"
.. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. ..
"Vanessa how could you left Martin for that jerk Alvin! Didn't you said you would love him till death!"

"What?! The reason Vanessa was so in love with Martin is because of a charm spell and Alvin is actually the one betrayed?!"

"Sigh... This book is just as trashy as the others but at least it distract me a bit, well let's go back to magic practice."

If you are wondering about what happened, don't give it too much thought, there is just so much one can do in a dungeon.

Most of the books I've found was a trashy romance novel or yet another trashy romance novel, I think it was around two thirds of it? The rest of the books is either magic tomes, skill books, alchemy comporium, blacksmithing books, plant catalogue, mineral catalogue enchantments books, recipes books, history books, bestiary, etc.

There are some books to learn languages and market pricing catalogues and there are also some magic scrolls laying around, but the boon of all these is some research papers about the space element and time element.

The ideas are rough and mostly guesses but hey it's better than nothing. according to the papers, time is a force that free, formless but is etched into every matter and element, it is infinite yet finite, it is what affect every change and transformation of all matter be it solid to liquid or liquid to gas or gas to solid or any other way around. but time by itself cannot achieve this by itself and that's where space comes in.

Space, is both exist and non-exist, space is mass and mass create matter. Space contains time and time contains space, with the stimulation from time space may contract, tear, fold, or merge but time without mass would freeze then seize to exist.

Personally I think it's inaccurate but again it is better than nothing, these papers also state some spells for both time and space but I am still unable to use them.

The papers mentioned some untitled biography of some unnamed authors with an experience of being "out of time". According to them after failing their time or space related experiment the people around them started to forget them, things that written with mentions of their names disappeared, and after awhile they themselves started to fade into nothing. The experience is depicted as some energy seem to slowly corrode their body and breaking it apart but they could feel yet at the same time not feel the part that has fade away.

The papers speculate that these "out of time" phenomenon is caused by the failure of those experiments disrupted the stability and connection of time and space within them, allowing another element to invade their body.

What this element is are still not know and even it's existence is debatable for the lack of evidence and facts to proof it.

Leaving that aside during the last.. few days maybe, I have made a lot of progress in magic and learned a few spells in the six elements especially the dark element.

[shadow hands]!

Casting the newest spell, around six black tentacles made of shadow rises from my shadow. There are just no effort used for the dark element, it is almost like they are part of me unlike the others.

Dispelling the tentacles, I sat on the only chair in the room and stare at the crystal pod, my curiosity has been nagging me to open it but I felt like I should prepare first and so my magic training.

Even after killing and extracting that shade, the dungeon still operate like nothing happened and still spawn monsters or should I start calling them practice target? Anyway after all these times my status has finally reaches 4000 on all of them and my Lv rises to 21, that... actually turn the no longer hard monsters to effortless.

"System, show me my status and skills."

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—status—
Name: Vayne
Title: Alchemy maniac, Lost child
Race: Magical Puppet
Age: 7
Main Job: adept Alchemist
Sub jobs: Apprentice Blacksmith, Hermit
Lv 21 exp: 2.833/224.719
Hp: 120,000/120,000
Sta: 100,000/100,000
Mp: 100,000/100,000
Str: 4000 | Vit: 4000 | Agi: 4000 | Int: 4000 | Res: 4000 | Cha: 167
Rewrite point: 10.221
Condition: fine

—Skills—
Special skill: Rewrite, Devourer, Extract Essence

Active skill: Body fortification, Mix Concoction, Throwing Lv3(2%), Hiding Lv8(21%), Mana Circuit Creation, Golem Creation

Passive skill: Observation, barehanded combat Lv 5(16%), intermediate alchemy knowledge, Herbalist, Hunter, Explorer, sword mastery Lv 4(24%), pain resistance Lv 9(36%), Smithery Lv4(12%), Metallurgy, Tinkering Lv4(2%), Tailoring Lv2(19%), Cooking Lv4(12%), Alertness Lv6(9%), Tracking Lv5(21%), Dagger mastery Lv4(44%), Thin presence Lv8(34%), Heat resistance Lv4(12%), Cold resistance Lv8(50%), Shock resistance Lv3(1%), Axe mastery Lv2(12%)

Spells:
->Virr(Fire):
→Fireball
→Fire blast
→Flame stream

->Nevear(Water):
→Water bullet
→Water torrent
→Water bubble
→Ice spears

->Vyn(Air/Wind):
→Wind cutter
→Cyclone
→Whispering wind
→Still air
→Lightning bolt

->Ewyr(Earth):
→Earth throw
→Earth shield
→Earth Spike
→Mud floor
→Earth to Stone
→Stone to Metal

->Aurora(Light):
→Magelight
→Healing light
→Sun Beam
→Shine

->Nyx(Darkness):
→Darkness
→Dark bolt
→Form shadow
→Shadow cutter
→Shadow Armour
→Shadow Blade
→Shadow bind
→Shadow minion
→Shadow hands
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Never checking skills sure make you surprised once you check the progress eh. The weapon masteries are probably from using the weapons until they broke, the hiding and thin presence are probably from my hiding days and from stalking prey now days.

Well all these are nice but spending time reading and cursing those novels are probably the most helpful, I don't hear voices in my head, I don't have urges to kill, and I'm civil enough to not laugh like a maniac when killing.

...Back to training I guess.
.. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. ..
"Damnit!" Cursing, Lucas block his opponent quick jabs, his weapon broken long ago.

It has been approximately 30 minutes since the beginning of the match, the moment it began they are already in front of him and his single palm strike shattered his sword.

Ever since, he could only block, evade, or counter with bare hands, it didn't make much difference though as none of his strikes hit his opponent.

Everytime his opponent would nimbly spun around his strikes and counter him with punches or kicks powerful enough to bend steel.

Lucas throw a wide swing but his opponent shift themselves lower, double jab his stomach then launches an upper cut on his lowered chin.

The hit disoriented Lucas focus and he took two step back before his opponent sweep his feet, grab then fold his hand behind him as they pun him down.

"Surrender." He commanded with a somewhat forced deep voice.

"Never!" Lucas bark as he struggles under his opponent.

"Alright then."

"Aaaaaaahh!" With a loud snap he howled in pain, his arm numb. He then felt pain behind his head and everything went dark.

His fate is not his.

His memories are not real.

And his soul is not his own.

Reincarnated into an another world, while meeting new people and learning new things, Vayne adjusts and tries to enjoy his new life as much as he can. 

The Rewrite System had come to change his fate. He had been brought by the goddess who felt touched by his past deed.

He never thought of it with much importance, but that turned out to be a mistake. The more he explored, the more he learned of the so called "fate".

Wanting to break the chains of damnation and create his own destiny, he must thrive to gain strength and keep his "real" self safe.
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author note:
he-ho! author here, this is my first novel that actually took form in a platform so if there's mistakes in spelling or tense do tell me since English not my first language and even my first language have many problems... so yeah that's that.

oh also the cover took a while to put up because many people suggest I should when I was so lazy to even care before haha. anyway it's there now, deal with it.

the cover is not mine and all credit of it belongs to the rightful artist and creator.

I think her pen name, or whatever the term is, was Willhem Lourage and her IG is rudou_akumari. so yeah go check out the original artist somewhere and give support *double thumbs up*
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Also HUGE shout-out to Cailinmatthews and Lostinfictions for the new synopsis ( ╹▽╹ ) do give their books a read and don't be shy to talk to them on discord.

"Resigned?"
Ye Lingchen did not expect to get such an answer.
"Yeah," Song Qian continued, "Y-God, I'm sorry for how this turned out. I didn't expect the higher-ups in Huyu to be so vicious. You have saved Huyu from certain doom, yet in exchange, they treat you like this."
"They dare to act with such impunity is mostly because half of my Grave Robber's Chronicles copyright is with them right?" Ye Lingchen snickered.
"Indeed," Song Qian nodded. "They always thought that Grave Robber's Chronicles was your magnum opus. Although you share the copyright with the platform, the platform had the distribution to your work. That's why they did not care about you."
"Do you know what they are planning to do with Grave Robber's Chronicles?"
"They have already planned to file for IP[1], then using Grave Robber's Chronicle's IP to branch out from stream to games and movies." Song Qian naturally knew of some inner workings.
Although Grave Robber's Chronicles was authored by Y-God, he was banned by the platform. With that the platform could treat it as an asset, effectively getting rid of him while benefiting off him in a cruel and ruthless manner.
After a moment of silence, Ye Lingchen suddenly asked, "Apart from Huyu, what other platforms are there?"
"Some time ago, the streaming platforms went through some dark times. Many of the platforms have already folded. Those that survived until now are just a couple of bigger platforms. However, they are also close to folding." Song Qian could already guess where Ye Lingchen was headed. He then continued, "If you want to stand up to Huyu with these platforms, it's going to be very difficult."
Huyu pretty much had the monopoly of this sector. That was why it could act with such impunity.
After hesitating for a moment, Song Qian added, "After I left Huyu, I'm now working at Panda Streaming. However, their current situation is not looking good…"
Panda Streaming was a livestream platform that was founded one or two years ago. It was rather unfortunate as it was hit by the long winter of the world of streaming before it got its name out there. Failure in investments and lack of funding caused it to remain in a rut, at this point they are unable to even pay the salary of its hosts.
Song Qian had just only joined Panda Streaming recently. He knew full well what the situation was like within. "The entire platform has few hosts left. At this point, the platform is in huge debt and had difficulty operating on its own."
That was only a small streaming platform, unable to compare with Huyu.
"It's fine as long as it's a streaming platform." Ye Lingchen went silent for a while, then spoke, "How much would it cost if I were to purchase this platform?"
"P-p-purchase?"
Song Qian was shocked. Taking a deep breath he asked, "Y-God, you're not joking with me right?"
Although Panda Streaming was about to go under, it was still a platform after all. The wealth required to purchase it was no small sum.
"That's right," Ye Lingchen answered calmly. "Just let me know how much."
Ye Lingchen had finally understood the tyranny and cruelty of a streaming platform. Since Huyu Streaming struck the first blow, he had no intention of taking this quietly.
Grave Robber's Chronicles was his first creation. The dignity of a prodigy was on the line. This vengeance must be fulfilled! It had to be done viciously!
Instead of working for other streaming platforms, he might as well run his own. Getting rid of Huyu using his own streaming platform should feel great!
It was too much hassle to start a platform from scratch. He might as well save time and purchase one directly!
"At the moment Panda Streaming owes a debt of over RMB30,000,000. If you plan to purchase it, you must first clear its debts. I estimate that they will offer roughly about RMB40,000,000," Song Qian explained.
"RMB35,000,000!" Ye Lingchen made a direct offer. "You help me communicate with them. I'm only offering RMB35,000,000. This way their debts are cleared and would have RMB5,000,000 profit. There's no reason for them to reject the offer! If this deal goes through, you'll be the president of Panda[2]!"
Song Qian was suddenly hyperventilating. He was both shocked and excited at the same time!
'Y-God's a hidden rich kid! This is amazing!'
"Alright, I'll go talk to the higher-ups immediately!" Song Qian took a deep breath and rushed off excitedly to settle the issue.
Y-God had promised to let him be Panda's president! Add to it Y-God's fame and creations, he might bring Panda back from the brink of death! That would also bring him to the peak of his life!
He felt that he had successfully ridden on Y-God's coattail.
...
On the next day, Yuewen's headquarters was hectic after a meeting had just concluded.
Yogurt[3] was the top editor in Genesis that was responsible for the xianxia genre. 
"Sigh, this time the Twelve Heavenly Kings and Rookie Champion had nothing to do with me again." Yogurt shook his head with a bitter smile.
The xianxia genre was too unpopular with very few authors and readers when compared to urban and fantasy genres. They were too far apart.
Every year, Yuewen would pick the most popular author based on the popularity of their works. However, none of them in the past few years fell under Yogurt's supervision.
"You're still better off than me okay? I'm in the f*cking history genre. This is just too unfair!" Another person interjected. That person was Sunny Day[4], in charge of the history genre.
The history genre was even worse than xianxia. They might not even receive any books on any given day.
Both of them sighed, blaming their lives while connecting over their similar situation.
While chatting, Yogurt opened his inbox. As expected, there were only a few xianxia titles that submitted a draft.
"What the f*ck is this writing? Nothing makes sense!"
"OMG, another long-winded story."
"Hm, this is a little better."
Yogurt was flipping through each title quickly. Sunny Day joined Yogurt in dissing the submissions as he was too free.
Eh?
Celestial Bane?
Yogurt was caught by surprise. 'This name is something!'
Following that was the synopsis: The world began without celestial beings. However, since ancient times, humans witnessed the world around them being filled with unexplained incidents. Flashing thunders, raging storms…
'This synopsis...it's not bad too!'
Then came the content: Prologue, chapter one, chapter two, chapter three.
Yogurt and Sunny Day stared at the computer unblinkingly with neither of them talking.
As they went through page by page, they were pulled into the book, as though they were immersed in the world of Celestial Bane. At that time, they felt as though they had turned into Zhang Xiaofan[5], experiencing this unique world of xianxia.
"WTF! That's it? So short?!" Yogurt scrolled to the last page, feeling unsatisfied, yearning to read contents to come.
"That's right, why did he just submit such a short piece?" Sunny Day too was feeling unfulfilled.
However, when they checked the word count, both of them were dumbfounded. It had over 15,000 words! They then checked the time and realized they spent almost 15 minutes reading this!
Both of them exchanged glances, the time passed felt like nothing!
Celestial Bane was truly exciting. It did not contain any unnecessary words at all. Everything joined smoothly and was highly immersive.
"F*ck! Yogurt, you've hit the jackpot!" Sunny Day's eyes went red, filled with jealousy!
They, of course, could appraise the potential of a novel with a simple glance. Although Celestial Bane had barely started, it gave them a feeling of freshness. It had the potential to be a hit!
The xianxia genre was going to reach new heights!
'Why did such a talented author not come to the historical genre? Sob sob sob, I'm so jealous!'
"Cough cough, keep it down." Yogurt grinned so wide that his lips almost reached the base of his ears. He was afraid that other editors might steal this from him. He quickly hogged the novel to himself and sent a message to Ye Lingchen.
After an entire day of class, Ye Lingchen went home and logged onto the author's corner.
On the top right corner, a message notification lit up. It was from the xianxia genre's editor, notifying him that Celestial Bane had met the requirements.
The editor's name was Yogurt.
Beep beep beep!
Just as he added Yogurt to QQ[6] messenger, he immediately received a message from Yogurt.
"Erm...I am Y, your name…" Yogurt was having a difficult time dealing with the name.
After all, the great name of Y was very well known.
Ye Lingchen sent a 'tears of joy' emoji over to Yogurt.
"I've read through all your chapters. Very well done! Styling is amazing. If you keep this up, you're sure to be a hit! All the best!" Yogurt said passionately.
"Thank you editor Yogurt," Ye Lingchen replied.
"I'll start by adding you to Genesis' contracted authors' group first. If you have anything you don't understand, you can ask anyone in the group or ask me directly." Yogurt immediately sent the group invitation link after the message.
Beep beep beep!
Very quickly, the group chat turned active.
[Traceless Stream: Welcome new friend. Your name is quite something!]
[God of Twilight: Newcomer to the group! You either share your picture or you give out red packets! Otherwise, you'll be kicked! Thank you.]
[Monocolored Wind: Hot damn, that name! I almost thought Y joined our group. That got me excited!]

[Rugao Under The Bridge[7]: Someone personally invited by the editor. It seems we have a bigshot here.]
…
The name 'I am Y' was on the brunt of everyone's jokes, mostly due to it being too eye-catching!
With so many big shots chatting, Ye Lingchen, as a newcomer could not just remain hidden. [Newcomer reporting in. My new novel is Celestial Bane. Please take care of me.]
Rugao Under The Bridge, [Celestial Bane, not a bad name. Xianxia genre? Let me have a look.]
Ten minutes later…
Rugao Under The Bridge, [F*ck! Celestial Bane is awesome! This novel will definitely be a hit! More chapters please!]
Traceless Stream, [Is that true? Let me have a look too.]
Monocolored Wind, [If Under The Bridge-kun says so, then it will surely be a hit!]
The huge wave of authors immediately got excited and started observing out of curiosity.
The next moment, the entire group chap went berserk!
[The writing style...amazing!]
[OMG! Is this the rise of the xianxia genre? This is the work of gods!]
[Is I am Y here? I'm begging for chapters. What happened to Zhang Xiaofan?]
[Is this written by a new author? Spill the beans. Which big shot is this hiding behind that secondary account?]
…
Rugao Under The Bridge's reaction was even more unbelievable. He immediately sent a picture of someone hugging onto a thigh, crying pitifully. [Big bro, I'm so poor that I have to eat dirt. Can we exchange shoutouts? My novel is Claim A Mountain, Be A King. Please give me a boost...]
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[1] IP (Intellectual Property) Intangible property that is the result of creativity, such as patents, copyrights, etc
[2] Panda here refers to Panda Streaming. The author sometimes shortens it to just Panda. For future references, all mentions of Panda (the company) will be capitalized.
[3] 奶酪 (Yogurt, like literally!) - Yes, that's the name provided in raw.
[4] 晴天 (Sunny day, clear skies, good weather, whatever you wanna call it.) - Dear readers, are you noticing a trend in names here? Remember Potato, Maniac Chu, Leopard, and the likes?
[5] 张小凡 (Zhang Xiaofan) - The main character in (诛仙) Celestial Bane. This is the first time this name is mentioned without any context. We had to do a little search on the actual (诛仙) Zhu Xian novel to find the reference for this character. We believe the author left out the explanation as the novel is rather famous in China and most Chinese readers would get the reference. Although this title is fictional, such a book does exist in Chinese literature. It was also adopted into games and TV shows under the names of (Jade Dynasty, Noble Aspirations, The Attack of Heaven, etc).
[6] QQ messenger is a Chinese equivalent of messaging services such as yahoo, msn, facebook messenger, and the likes.
[7] FYI, take note of this novel's author's name =)


Ye Lingchen was a regular high schooler who struggled with exams and expectations from his parents.
All that changed after he woke up from a strange dream and discovered that he had been granted the 'Prodigy System'. His life changed from this point on. Reading a book allowed him to learn its content immediately. Listening to lectures granted instant understanding of the lesson. Observation of a technique imprinted knowledge of the technique used.
Learning had never been so easy, and as the saying goes, knowledge is power. In this case, he now had access to a ton of unbridled power. 
What does it feel like to become a 'prodigy' overnight? Follow Ye Lingchen on this journey to discover the limitless possibilities...

Chapter 7. Literature club (1)

'Yawn'

"Are you okay?"

Kei asked with concern as he saw Ren yawning the fifth time today. 

"I am okay, just a bit sleepy."

Ren said that but Kei didn't believe him seeing his droopy eyes. Ren seems like someone who hasn't slept for a week. 

His eyes has dark circles under them and he was barely able to open his eyes. 

"Did you not sleep the whole night?"

"No, I did sleep although it was for only two hours."

"What was you even doing the whole night."

"I, I was playing games."

Ren said as he made a excuse. He didn't wanted to tell Kei that he was writing the whole night.

He had decided to keep it a secret until he at least got a publisher. He has just started writing a novel. It will be too early to tell anyone.

"You are playing games the whole night?"

"Yeah, I found a interesting one."

"Amano, Kenzaki, what are you two whispering about!! Get out of the classroom if you want to talk!!"

As they were whispering among themselves, the teacher saw it and scolded them. They were in the middle of a class and the teacher was angry when he saw them whispering during class.

"Ah, sorry!!"

They both quickly apologised and lowered their head.

"Let's talk later."

"Yeah."

After being reprimanded by the teacher, they didn't talk again but Ren was feeling sleepy again.

'I should buy a coffee later.'

* * *

After class, Ren went to the vending machine to buy some coffee. He felt like he would fell asleep anytime if he don't have some coffee.

He didn't have good sleep for many days. For the last few days, he was working hard to write his novel.

He had spent all the nights writing and he has now completed almost half of the novel. 

'I only have 500 Yen left.'

After buying the coffee, Ren noticed that he only had 500 Yen left in his pocket.

Ren sighed as he looked at the money in his hand. Due to buying books, he had spent almost all of his pocket money and now, he only had a meagre amount left.

He first thought of doing a part time job but he didn't have any time for a part time job.

After school, he spent almost all his time to write his novel. It was tiring but he was never bored writing his novel.

His parents also wouldn't agree with a part time job. He was in his third year of high school. How can they agree to a part time job when the university exams are next year.

As he was thinking about that, Ren reached the rooftop.

He was thinking of drinking his coffee on the rooftop to refresh his mind.

Even in his previous life, he would often drink his coffee on the office's rooftop. He don't know why but he will feel refreshed when he did that.

As he came close to the terrace, he noticed that there was someone else there.

It was someone Ren hadn't meet for a week.

Ren even thought of turning back after seeing him but before he could do that, the man turned back and noticed Ren.

"I didn't thought I will see you here, Amano-kun."

"I also didn't thought you would be here, Nakai sensei and you even are smoking."

Ren said as he glanced around the cigarette in Nakai sensei hand. 

"Do they allow smoking in the school?"

Ren asked Nakai sensei but he simply smoked his cigarette and said.

"No, it isn't allowed."

Ren also thought so. Smoking and drinking were prohibited in the school especially for teachers.

"So, why are you smoking? Don't you be in trouble if you are caught."

"Well, I will be in trouble but you know teaching students is really a stressful job. I couldn't continue it if I don't smoke out my stress. I would have resigned from this job if it wasn't for my livelihood."

When Nakai sensei said that, Ren had a weird expression. 

First of all, no teacher would say that kind of thing to a student and Nakai sensei was even making a face like he was in some sort of agony.

Ren felt that Nakai sensei was getting even weirder. At first, he told Ren to write a novel and then, he told him how stressful the teaching job was. He was even caught smoking by Ren.

'He really is a weird teacher!'

The more Ren saw him, the more weird he felt. Ren felt that he was rather unique.

"Are you here to drink that coffee?"

Nakai sensei asked Ren as he glanced at the coffee cup in his hand and Ren just nodded in answer.

"You are rather mature for your age."

"You think so?"

"Yeah, most of the high school students can't drink a coffee."

"Really."

After that, there was a awkward atmosphere. No one said anything.

Nakai sensei simply smoked his cigarette while glancing at the sky while Ren started drinking his coffee while leaning on the terrace.

'There sure are lots of couple there.'

The rooftop gave a clear view of the school, so Ren was able to see many couples out there eating lunch together.

Some were holding hands while some were feeding each other. It was a sweet but cringe view. As someone without a girlfriend, Ren can only curse his luck of being single. 

'It's been at least 20 years since I had last dated.'

In his previous life, Ren had only dated when he was famous. At that time, the campus queen in his university has confessed to him and he had gladly accepted her confession.

He would have been a fool if he had rejected. They dated for a year and it was a good time but they later broke up when Ren's novel failed.

He also dated a few girls after that but his continuous failures led him to depression and he didn't date anyone after that.

As he was thinking about his dry love life, he heard Nakai sensei voice.

"Do you like reading novels?"

"Huh?"

It was a strange question again but Ren still answered.

"Yeah, I like reading novels."

Ren answered honestly. There was no reason to lie about it. 

"What kind of authors did you like?"

"Ah!!"

It was again a strange question. Although it was strange, Ren still answered as it would be rude to reject a teacher.

"Hase Kou, Nagami Yuu and Jane Wright."

Those three were the authors of the book Ren had read after coming to this world. He had quite liked their books and had bought their other books but his money had depleted before he could buy all of their books.

"I thought you will like them. Your writing shows that."

"My writing shows that?"

"Yeah, someone's writing will ultimately show a side of their favourite authors. Your writing definitely show the quality of those authors."

"You noticed that after reading my essay?"

"Yeah, although your essay was short, it sure had sides of the authors you like."

"You noticed that…...."

'Ring!'

Before Ren could continue the conversation, the bell rang and interrupted their conversation again.

"It looks like the bell will never let us continue our conversation."

"You think so. Well, I will go to my class now."

As Ren exited the rooftop, Nakai sensei was still smoking his cigarette.

While smoking he quietly muttered to himself.

"Crap! I forgot to tell him not to tell anyone about me smoking. He will not tell anyone right?"

Fame, wealth, prestige, genius, destruction, despair, loss and failure.

Those are the eight words which describes Ren's life completely.

He was hailed as a genius but his arrogance led him to despair. From a genius, he became a failure.

He was just struggling with his life when fate gave him a second chance.

Now, what will he do after he found himself waking up in another world.

'The pebbles' were earning huge fame in the public.. Bella had published a novel too under Thompson publications.. And everything were a success.. Dona was highly appreciated and became famous worldwide.. Media crowded around their home and they became rich overnight..
Bella did not let these changes affect her. She remained the same and since nobody noticed her, she was left on her own. She had always loved this loneliness, it was her best companion..
Dona was not sure of her sudden fame. She was liking it though, people recognised her wherever she went and she felt like a celebrity. Everyone took an instant liking to her too since she was charming and talked pleasingly..
She avoided most of the discussions of the novel in the media as far as possible and eligently overturned the topic to something beautiful or attractive..
This way she escaped most of the suspicions and she stood as one among the top authors, the charming and gorgeous writer..!

Peter had always been a voracious reader and his writings too had a different style attracting the mass readers.. He was picky and he could easily pick out the classics.. He expected the writer of this novel to be someone exactly like him since her writings portrayed it all.. He had a picture of the girl already in mind and he was surprised when he saw a teenager enter into the garden where he had invited Dona Jacob.. She was not at all like whom he had expected.. She was too pretty for an author who wrote such a pain-filled book.. The girl immediately recognised him and approached him excitedly.. She shook his hand childishly blushing red.. She seemed just like the others in the crowd to him.. he sighed. He had felt a strange knot with those writings which had dragged him to meet this girl, but he was deeply disappointed. To add to his misery, this girl was bragging non stop..
" Hi Mr Robinson.. !! I am a great fan of yours.. " she started, blushing still more..
" I have seen most of your interviews.. you are gorgeous in everything.. I was shocked when you called to meet me.. Should we have something to eat?.. My stomach is grumbling with hunger.. Wow! Your watch looks awesome, it should be really expensive.. It looks like an antique.."
He looked at his recently repaired watch.. The stones still looks a little misplaced but he still preferred to wear it.. The picture of that short haired girl flashed across his eye, he remembered her whenever he saw his watch, now he could control his anger at her after he had had his revenge. He never saw her after that even though he remembered the touch of her extremely light body, he had felt her floating in his arms when he had lifted her.. He knew from those eyes that she had been starving. He shook off his eyes away from the watch and faked a smile on the girl in front of her.. She had been talking to him for a long time now and he was barely hearing any of it.. 
He noticed sadly that this author girl neither mentioned about his books nor about hers in their entire conversation.. It was hard for him to picturise her as an author, she looked like a school girl who had just met her idol in her fantasy world..

He bid the girl farewell as soon as he could and left back to his home.. Even though he was top in his industry, he still had tough competitions.. He was rarely getting good works to be published for his company and he had reached his saturation with his kind of stories, with which he himself was starting to get bored.. He had strangely felt a new drive towards the work of this new author and had thought of signing her, or of buying the Thompsons.. Nothing was out of his reach.. But he really doubted her potential after their first meet...
Today, Peter drove straight to his mansion. It was rather like a palace.. He had build it five years before when his career had begun to flourish.. It was not inherited from the Robinson's,… it was something he owned from his hard earned money.. It was an old house surrounded on all sides with thick wood at the time he bought it.. He destroyed the old house to build the most magnificent building.. He rarely came there though, only when he becomes too happy or too sad or the times he needed some peace to read or write...
Today Peter was having a mixture of emotions.. And he was confused.. He went to his library.. It was one amongst the largest library with richest collections.. He had specially designed it in his home and was build completely of wood and antiques. A chimney burnt aside the huge cushioned chair which was carved in stones and were rocking in the breeze… He had opened the glass wall before the library that opened to view the seashore on one side and a beautiful garden on the other... He had not paid much attention to improve the surroundings of his house since he rarely visited there, but absorbed it's beauty through this window whenever he came over.. The garden below too was covered with wild shrubs and trees but still looked beautiful and radiant.. Climbing through the spiral stairs to reach the middle rack, he randomly chose a few books.. He had filled this rack in the past with the books that contained the most exquisite form of writings that had greatly inspired him.
Sitting on the rocking chair he went through the titles.. Suddenly his gaze struck on an old binded book.. It was a book written around twenty years ago.. He remembered reading it a few years before, when he had bought it at a bookstore.

The unfinished novel series that caught the heart of millions in the past ten years.. 

The marvelous book of an unknown author..

The name of the author was still a mistory.. The whole writing world was in hunt of this hidden writer who had suddenly stopped publishing his novel series.. The last chapter that remained unwritten haunted the readers and every effort to find the author remained fruitless till now..
Even though many had falsely tried to own the author title of the book, nobody was able to produce the original manuscript with the most sought out climax.. No one could imitate this fine author's writings..!..
Peter went through the pages of the book.. He was drawn in deeply by the exceptional work.. He felt a similar pain in this author's writing too, like that he saw in Ms Dona's novel.. and he felt it as a strange coincidence..
As he stopped at the last page, he felt himself greatly at a huge loss unable to read the climax... Like the million readers out there, he once again felt addicted to this particular book .. He read it again and again until he dozed off into the dark night..

Isabella Lawrence, a deaf and mute girl born with misfortunes right from her birth.. A bad omen.. that's what everyone called her..lost her parents on the day of her birth and ended up living with her aunt who hates her..
Her life takes a U turn when a rich and rude young man enters her life making her life more miserable.. But sending in her a shiver of love...
And how does Bella solve her father's mystery..!!
Let's walk into Bella's world...a mixture of adventure .. hatred and a silent love..❤

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