They dont write about it in books. Because what comes next is...

"Certain times, it's really fun to discover the inner feelings; we may get lost sometimes but we can find a way out.
Because we never know what will happen next. We live in present but our heart leaves in future."


We went inside Dal.Komm Coffee café, it's my favorite café and basically I come here when I have a fight or arguments with my mum or dad due to regular issues. I come here and write songs.

This is one of the place where I feel peace at it's level; because no one bothers me here or nags me for what I do.

We ordered coffee. Our order came in no time. And while looking at the coffee; I was staring at her too. Until she broke the ice, "Ahh...Am I not weird for not asking your name till now?"

"Basically, no. you're not weird." And I smiled at her.

"I'm always a curious bird. I'm Jeon Sihyun. Nice to meet you." And she again smiled;

"I'm Han Min. Nice to meet you too." She was still smiling genuinely at me. "So... Sihyun; let's discover each other. Discovering each other will be fun. Even though we met today, yet I wanna know you more; cause it seems fun discovering each other."

"Sure, why not. So... Min. I'm here on a break cause... honestly I'm fed up. Like... everyone in my family keeps on saying that I shouldn't waste my time on books and dancing. But all of my happiest moments are related with books; even when I write or read and when I dance or write songs. I wanted a pause so that I will discover myself and start working on what I love. So, here I am to spend some days without letting anyone know and that's the reason I need to return tomorrow only." I let her complete, I didn't wanted myself to interrupt her; she was looking a bit sad earlier while saying but when she mentioned books and dance she smiled; this shows how much she loves Dance and books.

Who doesn't like books? They are interesting and lets us escape from this cruel world.

"So, you write books? And even lyrics? You're damn talented Sihyun" I asked her.

"Nothing like that Min," she was smiling shyly. Her shy smile was cute  "I do write books and lyrics.. like; it's like I wanna comfort everyone with my songs. I want that whenever anyone listens to my song; that person will be feel comforted and will appreciate his existence. " Her purposes of writing songs made me curious about her more; and books too. 

"What kinds of songs do you write and which genre books do you like?" I asked again like a curious bunny.

"You won't laugh? even if I say my weird fantasies?" I nodded as a reply

"I love fantasy and romance basically, I write books keeping the theme as fantasy and romance like how life changes when a girl meets her soulmate. And about lyrics; I do write lyrics about love and pain. And recently, I've been writing about how a girl overcame her breakup and started relying on a boy and that boy loves her; that helps people to have the hope of love in life. While writing I never think whether people will appreciate me or hate me for my works yet I love writing cause I think maybe in life I'll get someone who will appreciate me one day" she said with a mixed feelings. Somewhere I feel both of us are going through somewhat same situations. "So, Min, what's your hobby?" she asked me with her curious looking eyes.

"I read books and play guitar and even sometimes when I feel fed up I start writing songs and with the help of my hyungs I compose songs too. But books and lyrics comes first above everything. But all of these things seems useless infront of my parents but I love doing all these things. I love music because MUSIC HEALS." I heaved a sigh. and she started sipping her drink.

"That's actually great; you know Min. But don't worry, I understand how you feel" she said while sipping her cappuccino. I looked outside and it was nearly evening and she followed my gaze and also looked outside and when I saw her she was AWE-STUCK. I bet she had fallen in love with Busan beauty. And looking at her like this I came up of an idea.

"It's nearly evening, the sun must be kissing the sea; watching the sun kissing the sea; and that kiss is always worth; and the beach side is the best during this time as well. So, Let's go Sihyun." Hearing this she hurriedly completed her drink and both of us got up. 

We went to counter to pay and I paid. I'm a regular customer her so basically the workers know me very well. They are more like my acquaintance. While paying; the guy at the counter named as 'Yohan' smiled at us and said, "Hey Min, dude you finally came here with a girl. Is she your girlfriend?" 

"Aniyo!" I protested him. I saw both of us were smiling and Sihyun looking down and blushing; her cheeks flashed a cute pink tint. Again Yohan said "But both of you do look!" 
And then he approached Sihyun "You know, Min never brought a girl with him. You're the first one and you should feel honored." and smiled. Eventually Sihyun started laughing and I felt embarrassed.

"Enough Yohan. Bye" I said and we left the café. Sihyun was walking infront of me.

"Mass is not proportional to volume.
A girl as small as violet... a girl who moves like a flower petal...
Is pulling me toward her with more force than her mass.
Just then, like Newton's apple, I rolled towards us without stopping until I fell on her with a thump.'
My heart keeps bouncing between the sky and the ground. It was my first love."

Something was going on my mind and I wanted to say it and I was about to call Sihyun and say but then I thought it would be better if I let it out. So, I did, "Sihyun, will you be my girlfriend?" and she looked back at me with a smile on her face.

"I hope I can be with you for just one day."	

It's a story of a boy and how he met a girl for the first time and wanted to spend the first and last day with her. Something was there between... them. They had somewhat similar story; they shared the same taste in books, music. Even though they met for the first time and the feelings were new to them yet they felt each other very comfortable.
After they spend their first and last day... will they meet ever again? Or their fate has decided something else?

Has anyone come up with a fan fiction yet for any of my books? If not can you suggest books you've read and I would love to hear those and tell me how much you rate them from, like one to ten. That's all hope you enjoy all my books that I write if you have any suggestions make sure to Write a comment on it in order to have me see it or send me a comment on how you think I should write new books in the future! 
Love to hear all your suggestions out there for a you young writers out there!

Im a perosn who lives day by day, never knowing what’s gonna happen, never seeing what it happens till it comes

Prologue

Rei didn't have many aspirations in his life, he just wanted to be a author and live a happy life.

From a young age, he was infatuated with books. From literary works like «Gone with the wind» to fantasies like the «Harry Potter» series, he had read everything.

The only goal in his life was to become a author. Writing books all day and getting appreciations from his fans at night, it was his dream life.

His infatuations with books led him to work in a library. It was a great job for him, being with books all day made him greatly satisfied but it wasn't enough.

Rei didn't wanted to read books in a library, he wanted to see his books in the library.

That's why he took out his pen and started writing. He didn't have a story in his mind, he just wrote about himself.

For 6 months, he continued to write his first story for  6 months and finally submitted it in a contest.

He didn't thought he would win. Although he had gave everything to write his story, he was not confident of it.

His story was just about a boy who was bullied in school, was afraid of the darkness and whose crush had rejected him but even after those things, he always found peace when he was reading a book.

It was literally about himself just he had changed the story somewhat to make it more entertaining.

He didn't throught that such type of story would work, only people with depression will wanted to read his story.

But reality was different, before he know it, his book was getting published.

Rei was excited but he was not optimistic about the book. He didn't thought that many people will like his book.

But reality was still in his favour, the book sell like pancakes.

He was being hailed as the genius of the literature world.

Before he knew it his dream of becoming a author was fulfilled.

He was now a famous, genius author whose book was a bestseller.

So, what will Rei do next? 

It was to live his dream life!

People started recognizing him in the street Broadcast stations would ask him to appear in their shows, and he became famous at his school.

Rei loved the popularity, and the sense of respect was not half bad either. It felt like his talent was being appreciated.

The bullying was stopped, the teachers who had previously given him a blind eye began appreciating him, the girl who had rejected him became his girlfriend.

Everything was perfect but the problem was his next book.

Rei's next work was a test. After the book had reached its peak of popularity, people were divided into two opposing opinions. 

Rumors kept popping up every day. Some said that he was a genius while others said that he was a fake. 

As much as the crowd loved Rei's work, they had trouble trusting a young author.

Rei didn't pay much attention at the time. It did hurt his feelings, but he was able to remain confident.

After all, he did write the book himself. He thought he would be able to prove to everyone with the following book. He thought it would be a piece of cake for a genius. 

He wasn't entirely happy with how the writing turned out, but that had also happened with the first book. The editor was against Rei's second book, but he didn't listen.

Eventually, he rejected the editor's advice and released his work with another publisher.

That was the start of his end. His next book was a disaster.

The publicity backfired on him. From a young genius, he was now a one-hit wonder.

But he didn't gave up, he thought that just a failure was nothing. He could still make a comeback with his next work.

He thought that he just have to write from his heart but he didn't realise that his heart had changed since he got popular.

After three more books, his career was over. 

He was now a failed author instead of a genius author. 

His career was finished, his girlfriend had left him and he had spend all his money in gambling.

After that years went quickly, he lived a life of depression.

Alcohol, smoking and drugs had made him hollow from the insides but he didn't die.

His dream of becoming a author was still there but he knew it was only a dream for him.

He kept reminiscing about his glorious past but he knew he can only thought about it.

Everyday he started thinking of the reason his career failed.

Was it the stardom? No, it wasn't. It was his ego and impatient that failed him.

He was too proud back then, thinking that he was a genius but he was nothing.

He just wasted away his youth thinking that he was the best but he was only a normal person with a big ego.

'Maybe it will be different if I can start again'

Rei thought as he jumped off the terrace of a building. 

He knew his life can never be the same. He didn't wanted to live a life on the streets. 

After thinking it through, he decided to end his life. 

Every book has its end and in this way the book of Rei's life ended.

Or was it just the beginning....

`Businessman?' she said as she finished reading the mail. She looked pretty
shaken up too.
And it is from Ahmedabad,' I said, 'that is all we know.' `You sure this is
real?' she said, a quiver in her voice. `This is not spam,' I said. `It is addressed to
me.'
My wife pulled a stool to sit down. I guess we really did need write extra
chairs.
`Think,' she said. `We've got to let someone know. His parents maybe.'
`How? I don't know where the hell it came from,' I said. And who do we
know in Ahmedabad?'
`We met in Ahmedabad, remember?' Anusha said. A pointless statement, I
thought. Yes, we'd been classmates at IIM-A years ago. 'So?'
`Call the institute. Prof Basant or someone,' she sniffed and left the room.
'Oh no, the porridge is burning.'
There are advantages in having a wife smarter than you. I could never be a
detective.
I searched the institute numbers on the Internet and called. An operator
connected me to Prof Basant's residence. I checked the time, 10.00 a.m. in Singapore,
7.30 a.m. in India. It is a bad idea to mess with a prof early in the morning.
`Hello?' a sleepy voice answered. Had to be the prof.
`Prof Basant, Hi. This is Chetan Bhagat calling. Your old student, remember?'
`Who?' he said with a clear lack of curiosity in his voice. Bad start.
I told him about the course he took for us, and how we had voted him the
friendliest professor in the campus. Flattery didn't help much either.
'Oh that Chetan Bhagat,' he said, like he knew a million of them. You are a
writer now, no?'
'Yes sir,' I said, 'that one.'
'So why are you writing books?'
'Tough question, sir,' I stalled.
'Ok, a simple one. Why are you calling me so early on a Saturday?'
I told him why and forwarded the email to him.
'No name, eh?' he said as he read the mail.
'He could be in a hospital somewhere in Ahmedabad. He would have just
checked in. Maybe he is dead. Or maybe he is at home and this was a hoax,' I said.
I was blabbering. I wanted help – for the boy and me. The prof had asked a
good question. Why the hell did I write books – to get into this?
'We can check hospitals,' Prof said. 'I can ask a few students. But a name
surely helps. Hey wait, this boy has a Gmail account, maybe he is on Orkut as
well.'
'Or-what?' Life is tough when you are always talking to people smarter than
you. 
`Businessman?' she said as she finished reading the mail. She looked pretty
shaken up too.
And it is from Ahmedabad,' I said, 'that is all we know.' `You sure this is
real?' she said, a quiver in her voice. `This is not spam,' I said. `It is addressed to
me.'
My wife pulled a stool to sit down. I guess we really did need write extra
chairs.
`Think,' she said. `We've got to let someone know. His parents maybe.'
`How? I don't know where the hell it came from,' I said. And who do we
know in Ahmedabad?'
`We met in Ahmedabad, remember?' Anusha said. A pointless statement, I
thought. Yes, we'd been classmates at IIM-A years ago. 'So?'
`Call the institute. Prof Basant or someone,' she sniffed and left the room.
'Oh no, the daal is burning.'
There are advantages in having a wife smarter than you. I could never be a
detective.
I searched the institute numbers on the Internet and called. An operator
connected me to Prof Basant's residence. I checked the time, 10.00 a.m. in Singapore,
7.30 a.m. in India. It is a bad idea to mess with a prof early in the morning.
`Hello?' a sleepy voice answered. Had to be the prof.
`Prof Basant, Hi. This is Chetan Bhagat calling. Your old student, remember?'
`Who?' he said with a clear lack of curiosity in his voice. Bad start.
I told him about the course he took for us, and how we had voted him the
friendliest professor in the campus. Flattery didn't help much either.
'Oh that Chetan Bhagat,' he said, like he knew a million of them. You are a
writer now, no?'
'Yes sir,' I said, 'that one.'
'So why are you writing books?'
'Tough question, sir,' I stalled.
'Ok, a simple one. Why are you calling me so early on a Saturday?'
I told him why and forwarded the email to him.
'No name, eh?' he said as he read the mail.
'He could be in a hospital somewhere in Ahmedabad. He would have just
checked in. Maybe he is dead. Or maybe he is at home and this was a hoax,' I said.
I was blabbering. I wanted help – for the boy and me. The prof had asked a
good question. Why the hell did I write books – to get into this?
'We can check hospitals,' Prof said. 'I can ask a few students. But a name
surely helps. Hey wait, this boy has a Gmail account, maybe he is on Orkut as
well.'
'Or-what?' Life is tough when you are always talking to people smarter than
you. 
`Businessman?' she said as she finished reading the mail. She looked pretty
shaken up too.
And it is from Ahmedabad,' I said, 'that is all we know.' `You sure this is
real?' she said, a quiver in her voice. `This is not spam,' I said. `It is addressed to
me.'
My wife pulled a stool to sit down. I guess we really did need write extra
chairs.
`Think,' she said. `We've got to let someone know. His parents maybe.'
`How? I don't know where the hell it came from,' I said. And who do we
know in Ahmedabad?'
`We met in Ahmedabad, remember?' Anusha said. A pointless statement, I
thought. Yes, we'd been classmates at IIM-A years ago. 'So?'
`Call the institute. Prof Basant or someone,' she sniffed and left the room.
'Oh no, the daal is burning.'
There are advantages in having a wife smarter than you. I could never be a
detective.
I searched the institute numbers on the Internet and called. An operator
connected me to Prof Basant's residence. I checked the time, 10.00 a.m. in Singapore,
7.30 a.m. in India. It is a bad idea to mess with a prof early in the morning.
`Hello?' a sleepy voice answered. Had to be the prof.
`Prof Basant, Hi. This is Chetan Bhagat calling. Your old student, remember?'
`Who?' he said with a clear lack of curiosity in his voice. Bad start.
I told him about the course he took for us, and how we had voted him the
friendliest professor in the campus. Flattery didn't help much either.
'Oh that Chetan Bhagat,' he said, like he knew a million of them. You are a
writer now, no?'
'Yes sir,' I said, 'that one.'
'So why are you writing books?'
'Tough question, sir,' I stalled.
'Ok, a simple one. Why are you calling me so early on a Saturday?'
I told him why and forwarded the email to him.
'No name, eh?' he said as he read the mail.
'He could be in a hospital somewhere in Ahmedabad. He would have just
checked in. Maybe he is dead. Or maybe he is at home and this was a hoax,' I said.
I was blabbering. I wanted help – for the boy and me. The prof had asked a
good question. Why the hell did I write books – to get into this?
'We can check hospitals,' Prof said. 'I can ask a few students. But a name
surely helps. Hey wait, this boy has a Gmail account, maybe he is on Orkut as
well.'
'Or-what?' Life is tough when you are always talking to people smarter than
you. 
'You are so out of touch, Chetan. Orkut is a networking site. Gmail users
sign up there. If he is a member and we are lucky, we can check his profile.'

Story Of Business,Cricket and Religion 

This is the story of three bestfriends  who try start a business but meanwhile the religious riots change their lives completely. 

A famous book written by Chetan Bhagat(an Established Indian Writer)

When I was six, a nurse called out to my mother and asked to sign a book. That year, I came to realise that my mother is a famous literary author. 

"I want to read your books." I whined. 

"It's not as exciting as the stories you tell me." My mother smiled. 

When I was eight, I 'borrowed' my mother's books from nurse to read. That year, I came to realise that my mother is an amazing author. 

"Where did you get that?" My mother asked in surprise, recognising the book I borrowed. 

"I borrowed it from a nurse. Do you have anymore books I can read?" I asked using my all powerful superpower, sad puppy eyes.

"I do. But promise me that you will return that 'borrowed' book and apologise to the nurse?" My mother sighed helplessly. 

"Okay." I happily agreed despite being seen through. 

When I was nine, I finished reading all of my mother's works. That year, I came to realise how important I was in her heart. 

"That's because the female protagonists you write are always so brave and incredible! They're the best." I said when she found me hugging a romance novel she first published under a pen name. 

"Silly child. You're wrong. No matter how brave and incredible my characters are, they are only fictional. You are real. Remember. You are the bravest and most incredible person there is. To me, you are the best." My mother said as she began playing with my cheeks. 

When I was ten, I asked my mother if I could be the female protagonist in her next book. That year, my mother said she is retiring as an author to become an editor due to writers block.

"It's only for a little while. I'll write again soon." My mother comforted the crying me. 

"Really?" I asked.

"Really. I want to write the best book I can and have you read it first." She said with a sparkle of certainty in her eyes. 

On my 20th birthday, my mother published her newest work after a ten year hiatus. After being given a very special reading by the author herself, I realised why my mother took ten years to write this novel. 

"I want to read it." I said, surrounded by my family. 

"How about this, I'll read it to you. It's been a long time since I've told you a story." My mother pretended, not knowing I could see the obvious tear stain on her face. 

My mother then read it to me. She was by my side everyday, reading 'There Is Sweetness Within Bitterness, That Is Happiness'. When she couldn't read anymore, my father came. When he couldn't read, my brother came. Then on the last day, my mother finished the last page. 

But unfortunately. I was too tired to hear the ending.

“Lan’er. Didn’t you already read that?” Her mother asked, pointing to her newest novel in her hands. 

“That’s because the female protagonists you write are always so brave and incredible! They’re the best.” Huang Yue Lan proudly spoke.

Her mother reached towards her and lightly pinched her cheeks before shaking her head. “Silly child. You’re wrong. No matter how brave and incredible my characters are, they are only fictional. You are real. Remember. You are the bravest and most incredible person there is. To me, you are the best.”

Years later, surrounded by her family on her deathbed Yue Lan pointed at a book by her bedside. 

“Is that your newest book?” She asked softly. 

Her mother nodded and grabbed the book, ‘There Is Sweetness Within Bitterness, That Is Happiness’. 

“I want to read it.” She declared.

“How about this, I’ll read it to you. It’s been a long time since I’ve told you a story.” Her mother said with a forced smile. 

Yue Lan was too tired to argue so she simply nodded. She listened as her mother told her the story until the very end. Leaving with a smile on her face. 

In death, she received her second chance at life. In the world her mother created. In the world of ‘There Is Sweetness Within Bitterness, That Is Happiness’.

-Weekly releases-

What a conversation about the books Lani created, between me (Mystic), Lani, and that idiot is like.

This conversation actually happend on 03/28/12 which was before the update she gave,I think, I can't remember. It was like 2am and we were all just talking. Kind of. Moving on :)


Take one (#1)



Lani:So,I was thinking of un-suspending 'Broken Season' and re doing the entire thing again.

Idiot:'Broken Season' is the first book you wrote right?

Lani:Yes

Idiot:So,did the personal issue end? I know you had to suspend it for personal reasons and a bit of a legal one.

Lani:The legal reason was only due to the fact that the plot was a bit similar to another book I had never heard of. I mean,the genre of my book will obviously has a similar plot to other books in my category depending on how I write it.

Me:Yeah! Like remember those manga books being published? There were a lot of reincarnation princesses with cold cruel dad's but they all got dotted on. You know what I mean,right lani?

Lani:(Is secretly a manga fan but won't admit it)

Idiot:What?

Lani:Nothing moving on. He is just spouting nonsense again.

Me:😮😣


Idiot:Anyways,what you said is true,you can't just claim one plot for your own and not expect someone else to expand on it

Lani:However,I went back and checked and 5 chapters didn't upload properly

Me:The hell does that mean?

Lani:There was supposed to be 2 chapters in between the third and fourth chapter. However, It seems that it wasn't there. And I looked in drafts and the chapters are gone. I didn't even notice I posted them out of order.

Idiot:So the other chapters are gone?

Lani:Yes,unfortunately

Me:So? Just redo the damn chapters. Easy

Lani and Idiot look at me as if I'm a parasite 😢

Lani: *sigh*
Lani: It isn't that simple. I wrote that book a few months ago. I can't just pick up the story I stopped without knowing the original plot.

Idiot:She has a point. Picking up where you left off without actually knowing when or how to pick it up isn't easy. I would say un publish all the chapters and start again but-

Me:Boring! Too much work

Idiot:Then what do you suggest?

Me:Obvious! Delete the entire book and start fresh!

Lani spits out her tea she is drinking (she was sick during this time) and Idiot stares at me like I grew a second head.

Idiot:So basically start from nothing?

Me:Exactly! I mean why stress over a plot you can't remember? Also,you have new ideas don't you?

Lani:Well yes of course, but those are for the other book I was working on. I cant just switch plots just because of my new idea

Me:New story? Which one? You mean 'After us there was-"

Lani:Yes but also no. That book is going to be handed over to Idiot (she actually said his name but I can't remember it cause he's stupid)


Me:Huh? No fair! Why can't I also help out with a book? 

Lani: Because,you get off the actual story and write randomly. You also hate typing too much. Besides,me and Idiot came up with this other story together so we both will work on it.

Me:Ugh,no fucking fair~

Idiot:That aside,shouldn't we discuss when to pick up 'Beautiful Everything'?

Lani:Probably May 4th,unless something happens. I do want to pick it up again but..



Me and Idiot look at each other. Lani has her head down and is playing with her fingers. At this point her grandmother was going to be put on life support unless something changed. And this was before the update she made.

Idiot:Lani,leave the books to me and Mystic. I can write a few chapters for 'Beautiful Everything' I won't post them exactly without your permission but-

Lani:Go ahead. If you feel the chapters are good enough then go ahead. I would rather update it at least once every two weeks if possible. I'll give you full control in a few days along with an update.

Me:Wait if he gets control over 'Beautiful Everything' can I write in the 'Short stories' book? I wanna at least do something to help.

Lani:I appreciate it but you dislike literature and don't do books. 

Me:But Lani-

Idiot:That's enough,she is stressed out enough as it is. Leave her be with her choices.

Me:pft

Lani:Alright so it's settled then? I will give you control over 'Beautiful Everything' until I return. If you want to post an update in my place go ahead. As for 'Short stories' post at least once every few days.

She looks at me and narrows her eyes.

Lani:Also,do not touch my account on Webnovel or Webcomics or anything got it Mystic? I know you touch my phone without my permission which is fine but do not go through my book tabs or anything

Me:You read a lot of manga

Lani stares at me with a blank look

Me:Hey in my defense,you told me not to look AFTER i already did so-

Idiot:That makes it better how?

Me:Right..







The end!

And yes Lani is currently not with us anymore she died.


Not



Just kidding! She got sick due to stress and then was temporarily bed ridden. However she's fine now,but she did leave her phone behind with us to update these books. By us I mean Idiot.

Like seriously no fair! I wanna update too~



I should go through her reading tabs while I have her phone yeah? 😣 ugh but I would be a bad friend right? Right?!

We arrived at the meeting hall were almost all ancestors of this and the nearby islands have arrived. After a quick introduction, the meeting began.
After everyone settled down, I begin the procedure, "Now, let's start with the book publishing business. I guess all of you have read all or some of the books. I will focus on the point that I wish to publish these books on a very large scale. After this deal is over, only then we will be moving on to Communication channel."

I did mention the communication matter to create pressure on having them compromise some of the book publication. Ancestor Navin opposed by saying, "Rohan Gupta, I think that these books are not to be sold outside Empire territories. Especially, Rare and above Grade books on Professions, it should not even be sold inside the Empire openly."

I was already prepared and begin explaining, "Ancestor Navin, I plan to earn a huge amount of money and also I plan to study and write books on higher grade professions, I already have some understanding and it won't be long before I start to write a book on them. My target is to sell Elementary and Unique grade books at cheap rates so that every professional can afford to buy it and thus can create hype when they realize that there is even higher grade book by the same person too."

"As for the matter about selling it inside the empire only, it is a pipe dream. If the spies were to learn of the books, they will surely pass on the books to other territories and maybe even dub-copy the book in their version of it. Tell me if it had not happened before. So we will not be losing only the books, but money also."

After a 5 second pause, I continued "Therefore, I plan to use the Empire's Trademark and routes for massive sell of the lower grade books in other empires and higher grade books will appear randomly in some auction with a sky-high price. How is my suggestion?"

Ancestor Navin "Alright, do as you like, but you are not allowed to sell any epic or higher grade books outside without permission, limit the number of the rare grade books, and use reputed auction house only."

Another Ancestor came forward and begin with saying "As for those epic and legendary grade books, we will provide you with corresponding Empire Credits(EC)." In fact, most of them begin evaluating and discussing their worth and credit. And my actual goal of selling them on large scale was just tossed aside and they didn't even bother about it after that. Ancestor Rajendra sure hinted me of their greediness. But I was not expecting it like this.

After 30 hours, they came to the conclusion that my Epic grade books worth only 15 EC and legendary grade books 20 EC. With a total of high-grade books I have, it became a total of 210 EC. (15*6+20*6 = 210)

I was starting to feel frustrated but I had more deals to make, so I will take my profit from those. Well, just for the information, the basic salary of the lowest soldier in the army is 3 EC a year. You might we wondering that what could be fetched in just 3 EC but then you are very wrong, 1 EC can give you food and clothes for a family of 10 people for a year, or 900 sq. ft. land or 1 unique grade weapon from Empire's Store House or things likewise. The scale of the amount is regulated by the emperor.

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Chapter 5. The talk

"I am going to announce the winner of the essay competition now and the winner is...…"

The students kept their eyes fixed on Shiki sensei lips in anticipation. Whether they had tried or not, all contestants were probably hoping secretly that their name was called.

That was the effect an award had. Whether one had fought for it or not, he longed for it.

Ren could see that Kei was staring intently at Shiki sensei. Ren knew Kei had worked hard for the award and wished that he will get it.

"....Minami Ryuu."

Kei dropped his shoulder once it was announced that the winner was not him. He was clearly dissapointed that he wasn't able to win the award.

"Don't be so sad. It was just a competition. You can win it next time."

Rem said to Kei to console him but he didn't say anything in response. So, Ren didn't disturbed him. He knew that Kei will recover on its own.

Ren looked towards Minami Ryuu who was going towards the teacher to receive his award.

'He really is handsome.'

No matter how much Ren thought about it, Minami was someone who was handsome and he was also popular considering that several girls were cheering for him.

"Minami-kun is so handsome."

"I didn't knew he was good at essays too."

"He really is perfect."

The whole class was clapping for him and Minami just stood there with a smiling face. He was obviously happy that he won the award. 

"Oh, yes, Amano, go visit Nakai sensei in the staff room."

When the teacher called for his name, he was slightly confused but he still stood up as a basic etiquette.

"...…Me?"

"Yeah, Nakai sensei called for you. Now go."

As he was going out of the classroom, Kei whispered to him.

"Hey, did you do something?"

"I don't know."

"I don't think anything would happen. Nakai sensei isn't someone strict."

"Yeah."

Kei looked like he had already recovered. He was always quick to recover after setbacks. That's how he was able to recover from that failed confession.

Ren exited the classroom and walked towards the staff room. The whole way, he was thinking about the reason the teacher had called him for.

He was sure that he didn't have done something that the teacher will call him for. He didn't have any fights nor he had done something worth mentioning.

He was just living his unworthy high school life silently. 

'Why did Nakai sensei of all the teachers called for me?'

He was more confused as to why Nakai sensei had called for him. He obviously knew who Nakai sensei was. He was the literature teacher and Ren remembered him because of his strange antics.

Rather than teaching, he liked books more and his class will often be just self-study. He also sometimes talked about books.

Because of his strange connection to books, he had remembered him well.

As he was thinking about that, he reached the staff room and approached Nakai sensei who was sitting in a corner. 

The staff room was rather empty as there were not many teachers in there. 

As Ren was walking towards Nakai sensei, he noticed that Nakai sensei was reading something and Ren was familiar with the thing he was reading. It was his essay.

'He shouldn't have called me because of my essay, right.'

As Ren was thinking about that, Nakai sensei saw him and said.

"Oh, are you Amano-kun?"

"Yeah, that's me. Nakai sensei, why did you called me?"

Ren can tell the reason that he was called was related to his essay but he didn't knew the exact reason, so he asked him.

Hearing Ren's question, Nakai sensei put down the essay he was reading and said.

"It was because I was curious."

"Curious? About what."

Ren asked confusingly but Nakai sensei just smiled while answering.

"About your essay."

"My essay. I don't think there was something to be curious about my essay."

"There was something! It was the ending."

'Ending!'

"You are curious about the ending?"

"Yeah, you know. I read your whole essay but there was no ending. I was really curious about that."

Ren had not written the ending of the essay as he didn't have much time left. Before he knew it, the time was up and he had to submit his paper.

"I didn't write the ending as the time was up."

'Tch!!'

Nakai sensei clicked his tongue at Ren's answer while he muttered 'I should have set the time a little longer'.

He looked really upset while looking at Ren's essay. It felt like he really was dissapointed that he wasn't able to read the ending.

"Why did you want to read the ending that much?"

Ren asked as he was curious about why someone wanted to read his writing.

In his previous life, he was a failed writer and no one wanted to read his writing. So, he was pretty curious why someone wanted to read his writing now.

"The reason I wanted to read the ending..."

Nakai sensei paused for a second and looked outside the window and then he turned towards Ren and said.

"Didn't you want to read the ending of a story you liked?"

"A story you liked. Does it mean that you liked my story?"

"Of course. I really liked it."

Nakai sensei said with a smile but Ren was really stunned hearing that.

'How much years have gone since I heard that sentence.'

It's been nearly two decades since he had heard a compliment about his writing. He was slightly emotional hearing that and he also felt good hearing that someone liked his writing.

"Amano-kun, can I ask you something?"

"Ask me? Ha, sure."

Nakai sensei straightened his back at Ren's answer and asked.

"Why did you choose 'Genius' as the topic?"

'Why I choosed 'Genius' as the topic?'

It was somewhat peculiar question for Ren. He had choosed that as the topic because that word closely relates to his past life.

He also had a sudden impulse feeling to write about that topic. That was the only region but Ren can't tell Nakai sensei that.

"I just choosed this because I thought I will be able to write it the best."

"Just for that reason. Wasn't there more easier topics like 'School' and 'Friends' to choose from?"

"There were those topics but I just thought that I can write this topic the best."

"That was your only reason."

Ren nodded and Nakai sensei just smiled at his answer. 

'Why is he taking so much interest in my essay?'

Nakai sensei wasn't someone who will take interest in something. His only interest were books. So, it was really weird that he was taking interest in a essay.

"Do you have any plans to continue it?"

"Continue? My essay."

"Yeah."

"Sorry, I didn't have any plans to continue it."

Even if Nakai sensei tell him to continue his essay, Ren will not continue it. It was because it will only ruin the ending if Ren continued the essay.

He had written that essay when he had that sudden impulse to write. If he wrote it without any motivation, it will only ruin the story. 

"Not your essay but a novel."

"Huh? Novel?"

"Yeah, a novel."

Ren was really confused by Nakai sensei words now. He wanted Ren to write a novel? It was really absurd.

"That story is too big to stay as a essay. It should be a novel."

"So, you want me to take my story and make it into a novel."

"Yeah, that's what I want."

"What absurd things are you saying?..."

Ren didn't wanted to say those words but he just blurted it out after hearing those absurd words. A novel is not something that can be written just because another person said that the story is good.

It takes many things to write a novel and not everyone have those things.

"I am not forcing you to write a novel. I am just suggesting that you should try to write a novel."

"Me? A novel."

"Yeah, you will do well as a author."

'Ring!'

As Ren and Nakai sensei was talking, the school bell rang.

"I think I need to go to my class. The next period is Sato sensei and he is strict."

"You can go but don't forget about what I said. You can find me at the literature club if you want."

After hearing those words, Ren left the staff room without saying anything.

On the other hand, Nakai sensei just smiled seeing him leave. 

"I wish that kid would consider writing. He will bring a storm in the literature world if he can write stories like this."

Nakai sensei muttered that while looking at the unfinished essay on his desk.

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.

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