So in summary this has my ideas and scenarios that I came up with that you can use as long as you mention it and I do not own any of the shows or characters or the like. if your idea is on here than l did not mean to take I just thought of it and for more see disclaimer since I am lazy. Also this contains rants of my ideas or what I think about certain things so if you dont like this type of things don't read.

Angor had returned to The Tributary.
Even though he was allowed to remain at Phantom Island, in order to finish Greya's requested illusion item before her arrival at Brute Cavern, Angor had to use his rented lab as it had better equipment compared to what Phantom Island could offer.
He had spent two days in his lab watching movies, but not doing alchemy.
Fusing illusions into items was a very complicated task to other alchemists, but not to Angor, who was both an alchemist and an illusionist.
He was simply trying to find out which illusion to present to Greya.
While in Dark Castle, Greya asked him to create an "illusionary Toby" that she could interact with. To do this, Angor recreated the experience from when he and Toby traveled to Twilight Town. He then put Greya into the first-person point of view as well as adding some elements of the Nightmare Realm into the illusion.
This time, however, Greya did not give him a "subject" to work on. Before leaving Floating Mech City, Greya told him to make a "creative" illusion and "put something that is Nightmare Realm-ish" in it.
The second requirement wasn't hard since Angor was probably the only alchemist in the south who knew how to apply the ambiance of the Nightmare Realm on something.
But creativity? That was too vague.
Creating illusions, even if with some fixed preconditions, already required a lot of creativity and imagination. 
Angor was stumped.
Greya's request was a lot harder than Lady Mirror's "filthy but practical" one. And when thinking about how he still needed to work on another illusion item for Lady Mirror, Angor felt a huge headache.
Thankfully, Lady Mirror gave him a lot of time for this. He only needed to worry about Greya's one for now.
Whenever he needed new ideas, he would immediately refer to his hologram tablet that contained endless knowledge about an entire foreign civilization.
People from Earth had ceaselessly created literature related to supernatural powers even though they did not have such powers in their real lives. Of course, Jon saved a lot of relevant movies and stories on his tablet.
Angor took out his tablet and wanted to find out how people from Earth fantasied about such things.
As he watched more movies, his view of a scholar gradually became that of a dedicated movie lover.
Each of the movies presented him with a brand new world that provided new concepts and ideals. Even though they couldn't wield magic, people from Earth had broader minds when creating fancy content.
Angor, as a supernatural himself, felt greatly inspired after seeing the contribution made by different people from differently-developed regions as well as their various ideas of the imaginary world. 
After watching about twenty movies, he noticed that all of them contained elements of religion. He certainly did not wish to mention anything like that in his illusions since Greya would probably mock the silly idea.
Religions were born when uncivilized people either feared or respected the unknown, and wizards only sought absolute truth in everything. They knew that religions had the tendency to end up as tools for manipulating people's minds.
There was no way Angor would provide such an unproductive "ingredient" to a truth-finder witch.
Still, the movies provided him with a lot of perceptions and insights. When he had watched enough movies, he turned off the tablet and wondered whether he should copy one of the fantasy worlds he saw in the movies.
But he quickly gave up this idea—doing so would be too laborious, and no matter how well he constructed the world, most of his efforts would be pointless as it would remain as illusions.
This time, he decided to base his creation on his experience again by creating a place he was familiar with, such as Witch's Town or Nether City.
As for the details in the area… copying elements from the movies would work well.
He did not wish to add a "main story" this time since not everyone enjoyed being led by the nose. The "ear stud" he gave Greya used such a story because Greya loved spending time with Toby. But she did not ask for something like that again.
Angor decided to create a "sandbox" illusion that would allow people to explore freely.
He was still worried that the elements from the movies might not satisfy Greya's requirement for "creativity". The witch was probably asking for something that could mentally satisfy her instead of mere beautiful sights.
While they were talking in Sunders' manor in Floating Mech City, Greya mentioned that the last illusion helped her "learn something". 
But at my current level, what can I possibly teach a truth-finder?
Angor had no idea. His only option was to proceed with what he had at this moment.
…
As usual, he first needed to determine the material to be used and the general design of the item. This wasn't so hard—he somehow knew Greya's taste, telling from how she always used heavy face powders and particularly bright lip colors.
The item needed to look like something used by a moneyed lady who had a terrible sense of beauty.
Angor would admit that the design in his mind was pretty awful. Yet he'd still do it because it might just suit Greya's style.
One couldn't just put an accessory that looked too moderate on someone with a large violet skirt and dark-red lips anyway.
With pen and paper in hand, he quickly got to his first task.
It wasn't long before he heard Toby calling from outside his door. The hasty chirping suggested that Toby needed something.
He opened the door and was immediately welcomed by a small figure flying joyfully around his head.
"Need something?" Angor returned to his desk and drew an unfinished line on his draft.
Toby waved his wings around and took out a piece of paper from his Snowy Feather.
"Tweet ta tweet!"
"Professor sent a message?"
While Angor spent his days in his lab, Toby would wander freely outside. The bird somehow befriended Iron Granny and would often visit the old woman. After a while, Iron Granny even gave Toby a "passport" for The Tributary.
It wasn't a passport that allowed Toby to use any of the labs. It was one that gave him free access to and fro The Tributary.
Since Toby now possessed passports for both The Tributary and Phantom Island, Angor wasn't surprised to see his partner becoming Sunders' carrier pigeon.
"Did Lady Greya arrive already?" 
Toby shook his tiny head. Toby did wish to see Greya, but he was also anxious about Greya's arrival because of the "training" he received from her not long ago.
Angor wondered what else could possibly happen and unfolded the paper.
The characters that were written on the paper suddenly became alive like tadpoles. They slowly left the surface of the paper and gathered in the air. The image of Sunders was soon projected in Angor's lab room.
Telling from the background, Sunders created the message in his study.
"Angor. Do you remember a monster fox with a harp? It showed up again."
…
Angor put away the message and hurried to leave The Tributary with Toby so that he could head to Phantom Island on his Gondola as fast as possible.
It seemed that "Fox the Harper" and "Froggy the Aria Singer" had returned after escaping from Midnight Sovereign a year ago. They had shown up at Sleepless City, which was part of the Evernight Kingdom, a place that Angor and Sunders visited not long ago.
And like always, they brought quite a disaster with them by coating the outer section of Sleepless City under impenetrable darkness. Apart from a group of wizards who managed to escape by forcing a plane passageway into existence, the other residents in the city were all trapped.
Last time, they turned Midnight Sovereign into a mist-covered, parasite-infested hell. Because Midnight Sovereign was mainly a city of mortals, and Twilight Well was an ordinary wizard market with only a few powerful wizards there at that time, the incident was never considered something too serious. 
However, Sleepless City was a genuine wizard organization who owned a good number of influential wizards.
The monsters assaulted an organization under board daylight!
Angor didn't really care about this matter—Fox and Froggy could do whatever they liked as long as they did not come and bother him.
Even right at this moment, he knew there was a "dragonfly nest" in Pocratee that might release all kinds of horror into Fairy World. And they were free to do so, for all he cared.
Unfortunately, things were a lot more complicated now. Sunders' message just told him that Greya was among the trapped victims.


A young traveler who receives enlightenment from another civilization is on a mission to save his beloved mentor. In his journey to seek the ultimate truth, he travels extensively and along the way, he experiences some unpredictable encounters. Will he be able to save his mentor or will his path be derailed?

Inside of the motionless Raditz's mind, the Saiyan was trapped behind a roaring red cage of pure primal rage. During the fight with Frieza, he drifted too close to the rage of the Great Ape and became trapped by it.

"It seems you became caged by the primal rage of the Saiyan ape." A familiar voice cut through the darkness.

"Grand Elder Guru?" Raditz questioned, trying to remember the speaker.

"Yes," the voice answered. "It has taken much strength, but I needed to contact you once I sensed you were in danger."

"Where am I?" Raditz asked.

"You are trapped with your mind. I will free you, but you must learn to control your power. I will not be able to help you again." The Grand Elder said before a cleansing light filled Raditz's mind, wiping away his prison.

In reality, as Raditz came to, his muscles shrunk and the crimson glow in his eyes vanished. He looked around at his surroundings and saw his allies, Nappa included, circled around him. They had worried expressions on their faces.

"I'm fine now. I just needed some assistance from the Grand Elder before he departed to the afterlife." Raditz explained.

The others were shocked to learn the the leader of the Namekians had died while the fight to save his planet was going on. Piccolo looked particularly upset by the news. Raditz might have inquired further, but he honestly didn't care. After all these years he was still a results driven Saiyan.

"Krillin, toss me your Scouter." Raditz ordered.

"Here." Krillin said passing the device over to Raditz. He thought the Saiyan could have asked nicer, but he had saved them, so he let it slide. Besides, as far as he could remember, Raditz always was distant to everyone, but Kakarot.

"Bulma, it's settled. Pick us up near the soldiers." the Emperor said over the Scouter. He then turned to the rest of the group. "We'll wait at the designated location. Nappa, you can grab Vegeta."

Nappa helped his wounded boss out of the pile of rubble and carried him to the rendezvous point. During the flight, Vegeta didn't know what to make of the events he witnessed. Normally, he would be furious at the fact Nappa was carrying him, but he couldn't think about that.

He saw the birth of the Legendary Super Saiyan, and it wasn't him. Raditz had achieved the thing he sought after all his life. Not only that, he defeated Frieza, avenging the Saiyan race. That form was the myth made real and he needed to obtain it at all costs. His thoughts were constantly interrupted by the pain coursing through his body.

When the group arrived at the landmass where the Prometheus soldiers were waiting, a round of cheers broke out. They were proud to be apart of the mission that removed Frieza from the universe. They could guess they would now be busy expanding the empire.

"I don't think Vegeta can walk." Nappa stated when noticed his boss trying to get off the ground. Vegeta had been placed to the side to convalesce while they waited for transport.

"Are you asking permission to toss him into the air and blow him up?" Raditz asked. He thought it could be an amusing reversal of fate.

"No... I thought you had more of those bean things." the burly Saiyan answered.

"I do, but neither of you are Promethean citizens. Nor have you performed any noteworthy tasks for the empire. He will live long enough to get to my ship. Our medical staff is excellent." Raditz explained.

On the Menagerie, Vegeta was placed in a healing tank of Panacea extract. It healed injuries more thoroughly than the Frieza Force tanks, but was vastly inferior to the Panacea beans themselves. Bulma's sister observed the action from the bridge of the ship. She was enthralled by the defeat of the space tyrant. 

Tights knew the galactic community was going to go crazy when the her story broke. To top it all off when she asked Bulma about the other two Saiyans, she was given inspiration for a new book. It was going to be a story about a prince in exile; if she could get an interview with the prince, it would help a lot. Her last book loosely based on Jaco the Galactic Patrolman was a monumental failure. She had a feeling the book about Vegeta could salvage her career as a fiction writer.

Her sister didn't let her sit in on the meeting that brought Namek into the Prometheus Empire. She was told, "press was off limits."

Raditz went over the planetary data downloaded from the computer systems of Frieza's ship. The Menagerie assisted with locating the information he was looking for. When he was satisfied he summoned Lt. Rasp and his brother, Kakarot, to the meeting room.

"Lieutenant, I have a mission for you." Raditz said activating a terminal on the desk in the center of the room. A projection of a planet rotated as it hovered above the terminal. 

"This is planet Yardrat." Raditz continued looking to his brother then the Lieutenant, "I located this world in Frieza's files. I would like for you to invite them into the empire Lieutenant."

"Yes, your majesty!" Rasp stood performing a sharp salute.

"Kakarot, as a new Security Agent, I would like you to assist the Lieutenant. He has done this job before and can show you the ropes. Your job will be to basically keep Rasp safe and to learn if the population has any interesting techniques they'd be willing to share." the Emperor explained.

"I hope they are strong." Kakarot smirked from the thought of meeting strong people.

Lt. Rasp took a small group of soldiers along with Kakarot and departed the ship in the saucer shuttle NO. 04. The rest of the Earth natives were allowed to return home using shuttle NO. 03. They decided to redouble their efforts in training after witnessing the strength of Frieza. They wanted to be ready if another powerful threat ever targeted their home.

The last meeting on the schedule was Nappa. Raditz had avoided the Saiyan henchman for most of the day. The Emperor was surprised the bald Saiyan chose to wait outside the meeting room for four hours. Raditz hoped Nappa would have gotten bored and went elsewhere. In the end Nappa's persistence was rewarded, because he found himself in the meeting room with Raditz. 

"So what is it that you want, exactly?" Raditz asked. "To be dropped off somewhere?" 

"I want to join your empire." Nappa stated, "I can help you-"

Nappa was interrupted by the intercom system before he could make his full sales pitch. It was a member of the bridge crew.

"Your Majesty, we have had an unsanctioned shuttle departure!" the crewman reported.

"What?" Raditz asked, "Explain."

"All security systems were disabled around the hangar, my lord." the crewman explained. "We don't know how it happened."

"It was Tights!" Bulma's voice rang out over the intercom, "Science was never her main interest, but she would be able to do something like that. Plus, Vegeta is gone too!"

Nappa thought his hope for joining Raditz was lost. He guessed he would be blamed for Vegeta escaping with a shuttle. It looked suspicious that his former boss would leave while he was talking with Raditz. No matter how you looked at it, it looked like he was causing a distraction.

"Why would she do something like that?" Raditz asked his wife for her insight.

"Two reasons: either for a news interview or book research. Tights should be fine, she has always been resourceful." Bulma knew her sister's motivations pretty well.

"No matter." Raditz moved on, "I have a schedule to keep. I will be on the bridge shortly."

"L-lord Raditz, I had nothing to do with Vegeta escaping." Nappa clarified.

"It doesn't matter, he wasn't a prisoner. The shuttle was a minor loss. It was stolen by the Empress's sister." Raditz shrugged, "Follow me, Nappa."

Even though, Raditz appeared not to be bothered by the situation, Nappa still felt the wrath of the Super Saiyan might fall on him. He remained silent as he followed Raditz to the bridge of the Menagerie. He watched the respect the crew of the ship held for their leader. 

Raditz moved to the center of the bridge and sat in the captain's chair of the ship. The rest of the crew turned back to their stations preparing to carry out their Emperor's orders.

"Set a course for Planet Vegeta!" Raditz barked before turning to Nappa, "I used the Dragon Balls to bring the Planet back."

"What!" Nappa was shocked to his core. The Prince of all Saiyans never said anything about trying to save the planet of his birth, but Raditz... no, Emperor Raditz did.

As the ship started its trip, Raditz looked around the bridged and asked, "So any of you know how to make a Ki beam zig-zag?"

Everyone looked over, confused by the question. They had gotten used to Raditz's odd ideas over the years, especially since most of them pay off.

"Forget I asked, it's just something I had been working on off and on over the years ." Raditz laughed.

The Menagerie stopped in orbit over a planet that had been missing in the universe for almost two decades. A sense of nostalgia washed over Nappa as he saw his homeworld through the Menagerie's main view screen. The bald Saiyan was wearing a set of red and black Promethean armor. He managed to fit in with the crew well enough. If there was a problem with someone, fear of Lord Raditz chained any thoughts Nappa had of indiscriminately killing people that irritated him. 

Nappa was able to adapt to life serving on  the ship because of his years spent in the Saiyan military.
On the southern hemisphere of the planet, Raditz met with the new Kami of Planet Vegeta. His Lookout was a stone tower that resembled a medieval castle tower. Like the Earth Lookout, the tower extended into the sky past the clouds. Its imposing design was perfect for the Saiyan home world. 

According to Kami Tsuno, the inside of the tower had a winding staircase with different environments on each level to test the worthiness of those willing to ascend the Lookout.

"It is good to see you again, Lord Raditz." Kami Tsuno greeted.

"You too, Kami Tsuno. I'm sure you're curious as to why I wanted a Namekian Kami of my planet." Raditz said.

"Dragon Balls, I assume." Tsuno answered.

"Correct." Raditz confirmed.  

"I have never thought I would have the opportunity to attempt Dragon Ball creation. I studied as much as I could about them, including techniques of the ancient demon clan." Tsuno was thrilled. He was going to get a chance to try to create a dragon.

"Can you make a set of Dragon Balls that can resurrect the population of this planet?" Raditz asked.

Tsuno thought about the task Raditz presented him, "Yes I believe I can do that."

"How long would it take to accomplish?" the Emperor hoped soon.

"A few years at most." Tsuno nodded.

Raditz was prepared to wait a few more years to bring the Saiyans back, but he did have an idea that might speed up the process.

"What if you make them only able to effect this planet." the Saiyan asked.

"Hmph," Tsuno thought, "That should save some time on the process if they were limited in scope!"

"How about if they could only be used by two people: You and I?" Raditz added.

Tsuno was impressed by the ideas of Raditz. He had never thought about limiting the Dragon Balls effect to a planet. They were supposed to by representative avatars of the Dragon God. Limiting them would be counterintuitive. The Namek Dragon Balls had security, like a password or speaking in the native language of the population, but nobody made any that only two people could use.
When they were finished discussing the rules of the Dragon Balls, the time needed to make them was cut down to around a year. 

Most of the crafting time would be consumed by Tsuno traveling around the planet to gather materials. It would also give him a chance to link with the soul of the planet. The Dragon Balls, and by extension the Dragon, needed to reflect their world of origin.

Tsuno was given a long range communication device to contact Raditz when the Dragon Balls were ready to be used. Kami refused the device, explaining it would be more efficient to use telepathy to stay in contact.

Nappa wasn't allowed to visit the Lookout at this time, so he walked through the empty Saiyan city. The palace sat high atop a cliff overlooking the city below. 

Everything was frozen as he remembered.

As he walked through the halls of the palace, he thought about all the people he knew that worked there. He was stationed in the palace when King Vegeta assigned him to his son's squad. Nappa thought the assignment was going to be a great honor. The job didn't turn out as he expected, but now he was in a position to accomplish more than he ever dreamed possible. It was too bad for Vegeta that he left the Menagerie before he could hear about Planet Vegeta being brought back.

A person from our world dies and is reincarnated in the Dragon Ball universe as the Saiyan Raditz brother of Goku. The new Raditz is determined to leave his mark on the universe and not be forgotten like the original Raditz.

Note: This work is a fanfic I do not own any part of the Dragon Ball franchise or any other mentioned works. Please support the official franchise by giving Akira Toriyama all your monies.

Special Thanks to Amos Anon, Drezek, and Nina

Hao Ren and Vivian gave a rough account of what happened to Hathaway. Finally, Vivian decided and said, "That's the case. I know that according to your canon, it's a betrayal, but they were justified. We can say that they were trying to save the world. The hunting instinct has now been identified and a lot of things have turned out to be a bad debt. I don't think you'll get to the bottom of it, will you?"
Vivian sounded like she was discussing with them, but her expression clearly showed that she was just informing them. Hasse certainly got it. And after losing the shackles of the Sin of the Divine Blood, the stubborn old demon hunter became more flexible. He nodded and said, "Many things in Coldpath are now waiting to be done. We need anyone who can help us."
White Flame also agreed. "After the civil war, there were many introspections and lessons learned within the council. We've taken a serious look at some of the ideas that have been considered heretical in recent centuries among the new generation of demon hunters. In the end, the new parliament accepted almost all new ideas with the highest tolerance. In fact, some of the ideas that Hathaway and her friends have come up with don't seem to be a problem at all in the current Council of Elders."
"Did you hear that?" Lily immediately poked Hathaway in the arm and said, "You can go home now!"
The expression on Hathaway's face did not change much. The emotion of joy just flashed across her eyes for a moment. The spirit who had fulfilled her mission seemed somewhat dispirited. "Oh… That's good. At last, there's a place to settle down."
"You don't seem very happy?" White Flame asked curiously.
"No, I'm glad," said Hathaway, shaking her head. "It's just that I've not much interest in living. Hometown needs me, which is very good, and I will do my best to help, but the life of the spirits is not fun. I haven't had any expectations for the future for a long time. So please don't mind my indifference. That's what the spirits are like."
Vivian sighed softly and said, "I see. The spirits are perhaps the most painful of all the dead. They don't have desires, they feel nothing, enjoy nothing. This is the emptiest way of life. Maybe it's really a mistake that we brought you here…"
The words turned the atmosphere cold. Yeah, is it really a good thing for an empty soul to linger around the world for so long? At the moment, even Hao Ren was a little skeptical about his decision.
Suddenly, White Flame interrupted. She looked at Hathaway with her chin in her hands. Then, a holy light rose behind White Flame as if she was preaching. "The soul will not be lost in the emptiness of the material world, because there are many ways away from the material pleasure that can guide you forward. Friend, come with me later. I will show you the truth of the other side of the world…"
Hasse slapped away the light behind White Flame and scolded, "Don't use the sacred flame in this way!"
The look on Hathaway's face had become OvO. Others watched dumbfounded as White Flame led a pure soul onto a path where there's no turning back. Vivian could not hold back, and whispered to Hasse, "Why is she getting more and more serious?"
"She's been like this all the time, but she's a little reserved because she wasn't familiar with you," Hasse said with a poker face.
"Damn, she had always been a real master in my mind." Hao Ren covered his face and sighed.
Whatever the process, Hathaway's story seemed to have come to a successful conclusion. The dazed ghost lady was dragged by White Flame into the room deep in the Hoarfrost Sanctum. In that indescribable mysterious place full of decaying spiritual pollutants, they did not know what this pure little flower would be polluted into. But that's another story.
Hao Ren told Hasse the truth of the twelve missing demon hunters and the fate of Hagrids. He hid some details about the divine artifact and the evil scrolls. After helping the demon hunters to fill this part of their history, they left the Arctic and returned home.
Leaving Lily at home to guard the door, he and Vivian went to "Heaven" without stopping to find Raven 12345.
The goddess seemed to have known that Hao Ren was coming. She arranged for an arcane servant to greet them at the gate and take them directly to a balcony on the upper floor of the house. Raven 12345 was waiting for them there.
The goddess sat on a large, white, soft couch, fiddling with a glittering mass of arcane energy, and the white pillars around the balcony hung with veils, which were flying in the breeze, giving off a sense of endless mysterious elegance.
Looking at Raven 12345, Hao Ren instinctively felt that the goddess was a little unusual today.
Well, the goddess was unusual every day…
While Hao Ren and Vivian were guessing, Raven 12345 suddenly said, "I felt a moment of distortion in the real world and I knew you'd probably done something great."
Hao Ren was shocked. What happened in the forest had attracted the attention of Raven 12345? Was it the power of that scroll?
What he did not know was that it was not the strength of the scroll that attracted the attention of the goddess, but the form of the force: a powerful secular force, even if it could overthrow mountains and rivers, was merely secular, and a force that could change reality, even if it could only stir up a breeze, was enough to trigger a world-class warning. At that time, when he translated the scroll in the forest, it triggered that warning.
Although in the eyes of Raven 12345, the 'little change in the sky' was nothing more than a breeze.
"We went to look for the legacy of Olympus," Hao Ren told the goddess of his adventure, "and then we found out that the situation was probably not that simple. We've found two things together. To be honest, I don't think they're something that a family like the Olympians can master."
He took out the dangerous goods container sealed with the scepter and four scrolls that had been transferred to another safety container from his dimensional pocket and gave them to Raven 12345 for inspection.
Before the two seals were opened, Raven 12345 already looked interested in them.
She first opened the safe of the scepter. Hao Ren and Vivian became nervous at the moment the box opened. A strong and evil breath burst out of the safe as if some brutal beast trapped in a cage had suddenly escaped. This breath, wrapped in black ripples, rushed straight into the sky and spread out in all directions in the blink of an eye!
Raven 12345 slapped it down and yelled, "Hey, calm down!"
Then all the dark breath dissipated.
Hao Ren saw the fragmented scepter lying quietly in the safe. The crystal at the top of the scepter had undergone several shocks, at which point it was almost completely shattered, and what was sealed in the core of the crystal was revealed. It was a black irregular sheet. After all the negative breath faded, it looked like a plain black crystal, and the only distinguishing feature was the extremely deep darkness.
Raven 12345 broke the crystal with her bare hands and took out the black sheet.
"What is this?" asked Hao Ren and Vivian.
Raven 12345 smiled and said, "Actually, you are very familiar with it."
A faint blue light burst out of her hand. The light directly shattered a layer of 'shell' on the surface of the black sheet, and the 'shell' fell like dust, revealing the true thing inside.
The irregular black sheet glittered with dots of light, like stars in the universe, flickering and wandering in the dark sheet. This scene was quite familiar indeed.
The blade of the god-slaying sword.
"This is the god-slaying sword?!" Hao Ren exclaimed in surprise.
"Technically, it's just the same material," Raven 12345 smiled and said. "You've found something awesome, this… Perhaps it is the original form of the raw material for casting the god-slaying sword or a failed product. The evil power that lingered on it is probably the primitive breath of the one behind-the-scenes in the Plane of Dreams!"
This made Hao Ren very excited.


As a person who is down-to-earth as well as a good Samaritan, Hao Ren desires to live the rest of his life as a benevolent landlord. Stumbling into a curious yet mysterious lady, he began his journey of “collecting” abnormal and supernatural tenants. 
His life only became more chaotic when he receives a labor contract from “God”. Discover the many races, myths and worlds that lie beyond what humans define as normal! This bizzare fantasy full of fun is sure to bring you on a crazy rollercoaster of emotions!

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It didn't take long for Sage to explain to her sisters what she had figured out and realized when Prince Yue tried to persuade her to not follow the magic trail.

They were stunned shock at this and Rose looked at Prince Yue with wide eyes to confirm that if he really has the Dragon Blade on him. Once she sees the magic blade in his hands, she instantly demanded. "How the bloody hell is that possible?!"

"I don't know how, but I believe Prince Yue does," Sage said as she turned to look at him with a questioning look as if asking him how it had happened.

Prince Yue blinked confused at her as he said, "But…you're the one who told me to use the blade before which means you know what it does. Don't you remember?"

Sage just gave him a pointed look that said everything as she explained. "If I did remember telling you that, then it would've already happened from the 'last' time and not now. It seems that somehow you're the only one who remembered what had happened and know how you have activated the magic of the blade."

Prince Yue understood but he looked hesitantly at the magic blade he's holding as it still glowed. "I'm…not exactly sure. I don't know-how and…"

"Perhaps, starting from the beginning might help a bit. Just tell us from the start of what happened until the time that the blade was used. That way, we'll be able to understand and figure it out," Iris offered out a suggestion.

Prince Yue nodded and took a deep breath before he said. "From the beginning, Lady Sage and all of you went to follow the magic trail to find the enemy's hideout. I had sneaked and followed behind you quietly because I was worried about Lady Sage. Then, you reached into a cave where the trail supposedly ends and had entered inside it. I kept a fair distance away from you until I heard a yell and I thought that you were being attacked but I hid out of sight in the shadows when I saw nothing."

The girls seemed to know who among them would've yelled and overreacted and their eyes turned to look towards Dahlia who blinked confused under her sisters' knowing gazes.

Prince Yue continued. "Then one of you had noticed me and were about to attack me when Lady Sage stopped you. There was about to be an argument but it didn't continue as you were focused to get to the enemy and you kept on following the trail until it leads to an empty dead end. Then you realized that it was all a trap as the cave suddenly collapsed when we're inside and we all tried to run and escape to the outside."

"But then we got trapped and that was when somehow the blade seemed to glow at my near presence and Lady Sage seemed to have known or realized something and gave it to me to hold and told me to activate it. I didn't know what I did when I tried to and the blade maybe just did it on its own as the magic surrounded me and then somehow brought me back to this time," Prince Yue ended saying, finishing the story.

Lady Sage and the other girls seemed to be stunned as they listened to his story and then wondered about the magic of the blade, trying to make sense of it or have an idea.

"Great story! So how does it work again?" Dahlia asked, breaking the tense silence.

Rose sighed exasperatedly at her as well as the others.

"Didn't he say that he doesn't know?" Violet pointed out to her.

"I know! It's just--he should have some idea that he does," Dahlia said with a shrug.

But from the negative response from Prince Yue, he truly does not know what the magic power of the Dragon Blade is.

"But from the way that he described it from the story," Violet mused softly. "I think that the power of the blade is that it can send its wielder back in time."

Iris blinked in surprise at this and looked at Violet. "Is that even possible?"

Violet shrugged as if she's not sure. "It might. Though the mystery is on how Prince Yue is the only one who could be able to activate its magic."

Sage looked at Prince Yue closely before she asked, "Think clearly, do you notice or remember anything when the Dragon Blade did its magic before? Try to think about it more."

Prince Yue felt like that he doesn't know but then he had thought of something at that time when the magic blade activated.

He remembered that he felt a painful prick from one of his fingers of his hand that held the blade and then he had a thought that blood had stained onto the hilt which it might have activated it.

He voiced his theory. "I think it was my blood that made the blade activate its magic."

That got them confused and puzzled even more.

"That can't be right. Some of us had cut ourselves and had blood staining the Dragon Blade, yet it's magic didn't activate," said Lily.

"It could be that the reason might be that he's from Southirea," Jasmine offered her ideas.

"What makes you think that?" Sage asked her.

"Remember that the Dragon Blade was made by a mage of Southirea? That might be it," she said.

"That's it? But we're from Southirea as well, how come it didn't work on any of us?" Rose said.

Iris gasped as she thought of something. "Maybe the Dragon Blade only activates its magic when it comes to the 'pure' blood of someone from Southirea. Specifically--one born of it!"

Sage looked thoughtful at this before she nodded. "That theory might be correct. But it looks like we'll have to check it for sure, a little later than that."

She looked at Prince Yue seriously and said, "Prince Yue, please come with us while we study this matter. I will be sending out magic golems to double-check on that magic trail, and make sure that this cave you said from the story is truly a trap meant for us."

Prince Yue seemed a bit happy that he's being brought along into the fold, albeit it's accepted hesitantly since the magic blade seemed to only work on him.

He followed Lady Sage and her sisters to where they might gain knowledge or deeper meaning into understanding the blade's magic.

Hopefully, it will also mean something for Prince Yue to know more about the secrets from Lady Sage and her sisters that they might be hiding from him.

*****

*****

What happens when seven modern American English girls get transmigrated and reincarnated into another world? Into a world of fantasy, magic, and mystery? 

And then the seven were chosen as Queens and given magic items?

Join them in their stories of what they go through, the challenges they face, both as Queens and as their modern normal selves in their new lives.

Follow the story of the 7 MIDNIGHT SONGS.

*****

Girl screams!

"Guys! Seriously?! Stop screaming!"

"Well, we do have the right to scream!"

"Yeah! I mean, how can you not freak out?! When we look at each other we see our real faces..." 

"But in the mirrors and to the others of this world... Our faces are different!"

True enough, after a twist of fate, caught in a car accident, falling over the cliff, sinking and drowning in the sea. 
The 7 modern American girls were reincarnated and transmigrated into different people in another world, a fantasy magical world.  And then they were chosen as Queens and given magic items.

Follow their stories, their adventures, and their paths of finding love in the other world.

There is magic, mystery, adventure--and much more even romance!

Read this amazing story and novel.
About the 7 MIDNIGHT SONGS

*****

Read this amazing magical and romantic novel. Read their tales.
About the 7 MIDNIGHT SONGS.

One. The story of the 'Ice Queen' Guardian Song and the Prince.
Two. The 'Hot-head' Warrior Song and the Duke Scholar.
Three. The 'Mad-mind Inventor' Scholar Song and the Spy agent.
Four. The 'Mischief' Trickster Song and the Wild General.
Five. The 'Sleepy-cursed' Seeker Song and the Chief Detective.
Six. The 'Soft-heart' Healer Song and the Silent General.
And Seven and last. The 'Adventurous' Keeper Song and the Young Duke.

Follow each of their stories. Their challenges and journeys of their magical adventures.
Their struggles and trials of their lives and relationships.
Read and follow this novel. For this is one story, you should never miss out on.

*****

The guy in front of her grabbed her hand and pinned her on the wall.

"What... What do you think you're doing?!" she asked while stammering. 

She tried to break free from his grip but he was too strong.

He laughed, and then slowly uttered the words, "Did you really think you still have a chance to say no?"

She was already shaking, but she still gathered her courage to speak, "What do you mean? You already promised!"

The guy's lips lifted, as if he was amused by the girl in front of her. He slowly lifted his hand and gently touched her chin. His smile got wider, and his gaze was something akin to a predator looking at his favorite prey. 

"Promises? Honey, they are meant to be broken. You have nowhere else to escape."

He then drew his face closer to her ears and whispered, "Even if you like it or not, you're mine."


BAAM!


She just woke up from her trance. She was amazed by herself that she could actually take a nap while sitting. Good thing that her head didn't hit the laptop infront of her, but instead it hit on the area of the table just beside the laptop.

Wow, that dream was a good material for the story. Better work on it before I forget.

She shook her head to shake off her sleepiness and continued typing the story that she was making.

She was the only one in the house, let alone in her room. So her place was really a mess. Papers and books were littered on the floor, while her clothes were very messy on her bed. Even the dishes in her sink was not yet washed, so there was a faint unpleasant smell lingering in the house. But all of these weren't noticed by her at the moment because she was concentrating on finishing all of her work.

Even if she wanted to clean her place, she can't because she didn't have extra time to. The deadline of her schoolwork and her novel was already tomorrow.

She was really unlucky that time. Her professor was the one who chose her groupmates, which were all infamous not only for passing mediocre schoolworks, but also for being lazy and often in the guidance office. Despite all of those bad news about her groupmates, she was hoping that it wasn't true, and they could do their project together. She tried to talk to them for it, but all she heard was, "Let's talk about it later."

But as the days passed by, the "later" was already gone. Just hours away before their deadline, they didn't even talk about it in group! Are you kidding me?

She doesn't have a choice but to do it alone now. Good thing she thought a concept and even make an outline for the project. It was just that she wasn't able to share her ideas with her groupmates and together with her writer's block, she did not start it earlier.

Forget it, I'll just pull off an all-nighter. Nothing wrong with just one sleepless night.

Couple of hours went by when she stopped typing, stood up, and stretched her body.

Finally I'm done!

Their project was now on printing, and she already sent her novel to her editor.

She looked at the time and she realized that she still had 2 hours left before school time. She then looked around, and thought she was in a dumpster. She really need to clean even just for a bit.

Only after she went out of her room did she smell the unpleasant odor from the kitchen.

Ugh. I totally forgot to wash the dishes.

She hastenly went to the kitchen, and immediately washed all those. Afterwards, she threw all of the scattered wrappers and swept all the crumbs and dust. She picked up all the papers and books that were on the floor, and sorted them out.

After she did all of the cleaning did she felt that she was tired physically and mentally, which was not good for her. 

Maybe staying up all night long was a bad idea. But what's done was already done.

She went to the bathroom so she could clean herself after her place. She tied her messy hair, turned on the faucet, and cupped up water to wash her face. Unconciously, her eyes traveled to her forehead, where a scar was evident. Maybe because she was tired, but she remembered what happened 4 years ago. 

It was so sudden she felt like all of those was a dream. 
A very bad dream. 
A nightmare. 
A nightmare where she was trapped, and never to wake up from it again.

She suddenly slapped herself hard.

Don't think too hard about it. All of those are in the past now.

She cleaned herself and prepared for school. She just ate bread because she had no time to cook. After double-checking her project, she left the empty and soundless house.

It's okay now. I'm all right. The past is past. I already moved on.

But deep in her heart, she was just fooling herself in the end.
She was not yet okay.
She had not fully moved on.
She had not fully accepted the reality that all of the things that made her happy, including her dad, was now all gone.

She promised to be strong.
She promised to smile always.
Behind her smile was her sadness eating her away. 
She was living in the present while suffering from the past.
She was lying to herself to be okay, to move on.
But she was hoping that her sadness would be buried under her happiness that she would found in the future.
Deep in her heart, she was waiting for the time that her fake smiles today would turn into a genuine one tomorrow.

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• very slow update (Author is still studying)

For a few hours I sat listening to the different stories of food Elyn had the other day while sat at the large table having people serve her while she attempted to see the top of the table and was given a few cushions to give her more height. She talked about the flavours of the different foods and which she preferred which also gives me a few ideas for dishes I might be able to make her once things have settled down. Every other sentence littered with words about how she doesn't like spicy food no matter how much I used to try and make her some

I take a moment to myself however, this title I was just granted by a maid who seems happy to execute most tasks I'd ask for or the dark and dank jail cell I was kept in with the eerie silence broken only by some howls and wails coming from deeper within and the people in heavy armour who were guarding the place waiting for an excuse to break into a cell to shut you up. It all seems so surreal compared to the world I'm used to.

A poke to my face by the little devil sitting next to me breaks my thoughts for a second as Elyn finishes her most recent story on food before starting to talk about the room she stayed in and how it was like a hotel while trying to get my input and attention.

This drags my thoughts back to where we used to live, some run down cheap apartment on the edge of the poor side of the town we lived in that I could barely afford by being some nameless grunt in a large gang who would happily get you killed instead of paying you if given a reason.

I laugh slightly and hug Elyn a bit as she continues talking about how the bed was as fluffy as marshmallows and how she turned the blanket into a small den using some of the pillows as supports.

I wasn't able to provide for her well in our first world, we were born too late to find our own way, but too early to have a chance. A world filled with smoke, war and torn apart by people holding the idea that their scrap of land meant more than another.

There was nothing for us there but pain, to be left alone with only each other. No way to be free, trapped by a society that sought to hunt us down and make us the next expendable parts. Something I'd have given my life to stop Elyn needing to face.

Before I realised it I had started laughing. Elyn started to push my face as she became surprised at me and wanted to flee the hug.

I turn and address her casually after laughing for a minute.
"Ellie, do you like the food here, the people? What about the magic, its pretty cool right?"

"I wanna see more and always have fun foods if they aren't hot spicy." She exclaims as if trying to preach, only getting another chuckle from me.

"Well, we might not know this new place and I know you didn't like our old one much, but do you trust me to find us a new home here? A place where we can have the best food and never need to leave. A safe place where we can rest and friends to be with."

After a moment of silence, one of her rare moments where she is seriously considering an option she nods before going back to hugging me.

"Only if it isn't hot spicy food." She replies as she buries her head in my chest.

After our talk, we sit there enjoying the birds and the sunlight, the cool wind rushing through the courtyard as we are shielded by the tree in the middle of it. The faint smell of flowers adding a unique touch to the silence left behind by the lack of cars and traffic.

After a while of relaxing, watching the trees wave at the passing clouds, I notice our little maid has returned leading a shirtless buff guy around who places a box down probably containing a bunch of the things we had before leaving.

Emyr, known to many as a reckless teenager, only knowing how to fight in and against gangs, enough to come home beaten up daily but sometimes coming out better than his enemies.
Unfortunately for him, in this new world, humans aren't the top of the food chain. Instead of gangs, he will fight goblins as he attempts to find a place to live with his little sister Elyn.

A heartwarming story, but not for the faint hearted. Some men will do anything to protect their family, sometimes at the cost of themselves.

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Author note
I'm not the best at writing, and I don't plan to be, but if you have corrections, please mention them nicely and I'll try to cover the more important ones.
I used to write to get better at my english writing; lets hope it pays off eventually this time.

When I write books, I decide what they know from the start, I decide who they were and what they care about.
I also have little to no control over what happens, everything is up to how the character themselves explores the world.

Basically, I write freestyle and that works for me.
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Yes wow, another 'original story' about going to another world.

Well look on the bright side, my favourite genres in books are fantasy but I always love me a bunch of dark psychology books about the mind and what people will do to survive and all the darkness people hold.

This world has been created, in detail.
This means that my worldbuilding and planning have been going on for a while before this book.

While there might be exposition, I don't need to make errors with inconsistencies due to everything already existing.

Sometime one could even lost himself in there and trapped inside a Time Tunnel.
If you are lucky you would be thrown off into some distant past or some distant futures in one own timeline and dimension.
To those who were not that lucky they might get trapped into a Time Loop without even knowing that they are trapped in a Time loop.
What is terrifying is that if you are transported into a Time which is not of your dimension and on your Timeline.
A Speedsters might even lose their entire source of power and could not return back.
So each Speedster must be careful not to run too fast that it breaks the Time barrier and created a Time Tunnel.
To those who survived the Time Tunnel phenomena or lucky enough to stop before they got into the Time Tunnel, some of them said that the entrance to the Time Tunnel is a door.
While some said it is a gate. His teacher said that probably what each Speedster saw would be different.
To some Speedster it could be a large door. To some other it would be a gate.
The Speedster of the past could run into a Time tunnel and arrived at a time of their choosing. That is probably why they created an imbalance in the Laws of the Universe and was eradicated by the Destroyer.
His teacher told him that he could do it too. But he must have a compass. When asked about what kind of compass…. his teacher never replied.
His Teacher would only say that Speedster speed is akin of magic sometimes.
She would only say that each time he asks about the compass and not before long Will did not ask the question again.
Will shakes his head shaking of his memories and he look at the house and sighed. He doesn't know how to approach that woman.
But the words that Erika said in his dreams still echoes inside his mind and in his ears. It is like a spell somehow.
Will think that the dream-like scape is actually the resonance of the future but it also could be something else.
If it is the resonance of the future trying to resonate with the past then that would probably mean the woman that people called Oracle in the future would meet him and said those words to him, knowing that her words would resonate to the past and reached him
That is quite impossible right? How could one predict such a thing? If it's true, then the world might have underestimated Erika the Oracle too much.
And she might be more terrifying than anyone could imagine. It is for this reason that he had to know for sure.
WHOOSH! WHOOSH!
Will look at the distance and he frowned. The wind blows gently.
Will could hear the sound of the wave slapping in the distance. Around the shores are hunters roasting a large Kraken while singing a festive song and drinking.
Among those hunters are some pirates. Will saw the so called Kraken when he circled the island before.
Though in Will eyes that is not a Kraken. That is just a large squid.
Will knows the real Kraken is not twenty feet high. It is one hundred feet high with tentacle that could wipe out a city.
He remembers he was shaken when he saw it
And that monster is still asleep. 
And it is not in Greece. Will when he was at Pandemonium was shown something very shocking by his brother.
Azief shows him the location of the Kraken, northwest side of the Pandemonium Sea, sleeping soundly on the bottom of the sea. It looks like a large island on the bottom of the seas
Will did ask Azief why he did not kill the Kraken.
He simply said it is his plans.
He already informed this matter to the army and the officials of Pandemonium and instead of killing it they decided to nurture it.
Of course the only reason they were confident of doing this is because Pandemonium has Death Monarch. Even if Death Monarch is gone they still have The Three Generals.
If they could tame it that would be even better.
If they could not, when the Kraken is on a rampage, it would be a time where every low level citizen could at least shoot one bullet or an arrow and when the Three Army go for the kill or the weapons created in Pandemonium deliver the killing shot, his people would instantly rise up in levels making Pandemonium citizens becomes even stronger.
Will of course knows the ideas that Azief had about the distribution of energy.
But it is different for monsters.
Their body seems to be storing a fixed amount of energy that when they died that energy is absorbed by the people killing it.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
The waves sounded again and Will take a deep breath. He is in Greece. Specifically, he is in Santorini.
It is an island in the southern Aegean Sea now ruled by the Seven Warlords of Delphi.
While the Sven Warlords of Delhi is from the World Government people knows that they are trying to leave the World Government.
Erika on the other hand is one for the people of the Republic.
But unlike any of their public figure or enemies, the World Government did not put any restriction on her or any kill order or show her any disrespect. 
And even the Republic allowed the Oracle to go wherever they pleased.
Of all the officials, and figures in both organization, other than Raymond and Oracle, nobody else possess such autonomy over their own affairs that would not affect the organization much.
Raymond was given such privileges because he is not worrisome and his influence in World Government could even be considered more influential than Hirate.
The responsible hero of the World Government that is Raymond described to perfection.
The oracle however is like a deity to some people divining futures like some kind of Gods of Fates and Destiny.
Like Death Monarch she has her own cult. She did not lead them but it is clear people believe in her like she is some kind of messenger of God Will.
Will sighed. Erika is not an easy person to talk to. Only Death Monarch would be so nonchalant about the Oracle and not even interested in meeting her.
The other thing that Death Monarch don't have toward her is dread. Will however dread his meeting.
'It is truly beautiful' Will said as he looks at the island.
He circles the island once before he stopped at his current position. While he is moving fast, his mind also becomes fast. It was like his perception matched automatically with his speed.
There is no longer blue roof and white houses in this island like before the Fall.
It was like it returned to the age of antiquity, looking serene and calm… and above all beautiful.
It is quite ironic. The Fall took millions of lives. The Weronian War that comes later takes more lives.
The human population is the lowest it's been since the modern age.
But in the absence of humans, or lack of them, and probably because of the Fall, Earth becomes even more beautiful and not to mention healthier.
Lush, tall trees, clear sparkling river water and a clean ocean. It was like Earth got a reset button
Even the air felt like something heavenly
'Kallístē' he muttered under his breath.
That is the name of this island before it is called Santorini.
Kallístē means the beautiful one.
And it lived up to its name. There are not many people living on these island.
Some of them are either the native people who survived the initial war and the Weronian War after and the other are people who found this island and make a life here.
And pirates. Will did not forget the pirates that hides their treasures around the many coves on the Aegean Sea and the abandoned island all over the world.
They probably wouldn't even know that the All Seeing Oracle lives among them.
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Advertisment time for Santorini. I have always been menaing to at least go there before I die but I have one problme that most young people nowadays have....money.Huhuhuhu.
Anyway I hope you enjoy the chapter and leave some comments. It has been quite empty these day and you can ask me anything about the story on the comments.
See you all tommroow.


In the aftermath of apocalyptic event, a man rises above the others to lead an era. 

With threat beyond the stars, as Supreme Beings of otherworldly watches over as Destiny and Fate work their way, an era of Gods descended upon Earth

And in his rise, lies a terrifying secret.  Read how he rises above it all, through all the complicated love life, his determination to push through his own fate and destiny and the Will that pushes him forward.

With all of this, could the Fate that was written be overturned? And will he truly rise to the top and survive?

A great battle for the fate of the Universe began.

This is the story of Lord Shadow.

PS: The SS stones is not determined by me. It is determined by how long the chapter is. I have taken steps to cut some of the chapters but there are some chapters that could not be cut as it would obstruct the story.

And a chapter is usually ten thousand word each. I have taken steps to cut it and make it into part sized in the later part of the story because many were complaining and thought I was the one that determines the SS so I hope this answers your question.

So....if you like long chapters and long story this is the story for you. Ciao. And hope you enjoy the story

PS: I also wrote Age of Heroes, Song of Heroes and Age of Adventure

Like many of you, I'm a sucker for a good pokemon fic. Unfortunately there are so many of them out there that pretty much everything you think of has been done already.

So what can you do to stand out?
... 

Starting locations
Notice how many people start their journey in the same starter town, despite the fact that the majority of the people live in the larger cities of that region? 

Switch it up a little!
Have your MC start on one of the Orange Isles, Cerulean City, Lavender Town or whatever. Those trainers that hand around a gym in the games and city? 

Why not make the gym leaders distributor's of starting pokemon of their specialty in their municipality?

Want a specific pokemon? Make it an option to simply buy pokemon online just like you can buy cats n dogs off Craigslist, but make it a licenced trade!

You don't need to start in Pallet Town, or the equivalent there of in any of the regions, but if you do consider basing your story on a different character or SI into a different family.

Aren't you sick and tired of always reading about a variant of Ash Ketchum? Why not SI as Gary for a change? 

He's rich, and whilst he doesn't have a 'milf' that we know off, there's nothing stopping you from going after Ms. Ketchum anyway.

If an 18+ fic is your game, then consider genderbending Ash and applying whatever your stash consists of early to explain why she's tagging along.

... 
Superpowers
You want super powers? Of all the Aura using fics I've read, not once did its trainer truly justify the need for it. In the end it was just useless greeble to fill up the word count with self gratification.

If you want a useful superpower that's available in the pokemon world, just make your character psychic. The versatility of that in the pokemon verse is about the same as that of Jean, aka. Phoenix from the X-men.

Psychic in Pokemon means everything from telekinesis, to complete mind fuckery. Something that is even seen in the anime with the psychic who trapped her own parents inside her dolls.

You could, even talk with your pokemon if that's your thing, and if it's not, you can just make it a one way connection or something like a mental language barrier.

I sure as hell wouldn't want my Pickachu to share its thoughts if I were Ash, telling me my mum was right and that I should have packed more clean underwhere because I smell. ;)

... 
Financing
Something most people wonder is how the hack a Pokemon trainer could possibly sustain themselves financially, if they're not draining their parents dry.

A fantastic way to add dept to your character, and make them seem more competent is by tackling this issue with how you would do this.

Here are some ideas I would do:
- Vlogging
- Mini Series
- Stock footage (film, sound and photography) 
- Poketube channel with Trainer Hacks (tips, tricks & tutorials for all you do from pokemon to outdoor survival, to how to shoot that stock footage)

- Collect Sponsors
- Merchandise 
- Automated  Webshop /w Commissions

Hell, if your fic is an 18+ type you could even include the oldest profession or make outdoor videos of that nature.  

There is literally tons of stuff you could do in the pokemon world to earn an extra buck doing what you do anyway, that you can do IRL too. 

If you're writing a darker fic with an evil MC, you could even go for blackmail, theft, extortion and other mobster like activities to fund their travels. 

... 
Travel Efficiency
One of the most stupid things in Pokemon is how there are so many cheap long range travel options that people seem to forget. 

Its like wizards in Harry Potter. They have magic, and instantly lose their minds for any and all logic. 

If you have played the games, then you will know all of the fast travel options and if you know the anime, you'll be able to point out even more. 

- Flight

- Teleport (Butterfree is psychic and should by logic be able to learn it, and if thats your super power then so could you. 

- Riding your pokemon ( Arcanine and Ponita for example in kanto) 

- Riding a bicycle / mountain bike, motorcycle, car etc. 

The thing is, if you wanted to, every rooky and noob could catch a catterpie, train it up and once it evolved into a Butterfree, teach it teleport and you could spend your sweet ass in your own bed without lodging costs each night.

You could have breakfast at the kitchen table with your S. O. Or family. Something that really puts in perspective the absence of logic in the pokemon world.

Your character could make an awesome fic just by showing off logic in how to tackle these common issues that apparently the pokemon fanbase seems to be unable to sole as well!

... 
Set an unique handicap or goal for your character. 
Instead of following Ash his example, why not become a water pokemon trainer like misty originally intended to be? 

Set out to prove your preferred type's superiority over others, become a gym master or elite four yourself. 

Why not go out and charge down the realism route? 

Make pokemon dangerous, like some of the darker pokemon fics, where people are often found dead in the wild as the result of a bandit or pokemon attack. 

Sensationalise the Dangers of veridian forest, Mount moon and places like it, add mysteries like a serial killing samurai kid slaying people with his bug pokemon in the forest out of some self induced eco terrorist like agenda. 

If you ever turned on the news and saw a piece about an animal attack, then you know what sorts of things you can enter pokemon wise. 

Hell you can make traveling by sea dangerous because Gyarados have a taste for human blood and other such things. 

There is so much you can do to add to your story in the pokemon world, and there are so few people who think to take advantage of it. 

... 
Last but not least, Trainer Ages. 
Why bother mentioning an age at all? Does it add to your story? Is it vital for you to know the age of a Pokemon trainer? It's a handicap when you insert it and a good way to get the FBI kicking down your door type of jokes or outright complaints of people saying something is not even possible at that age. 

Another thing I never understand is the need to start a fic from birth or even before that and cover the entire childhood of your character, when it usually can be summed up with: this is x, x is a reincarnated person with super powers and he found Z pokemon as a kid and befriended it. 

People easily take 10 or so chapters to describe their characters childhood only to run out of steam and drop the fic before they even reach the first gym. 

10 chapters to describe they're Reincarnated, Can use aura and have a riolu or some other pokemon that doesn't belong in the region the story is placed in. 

All the while the entire story to that point can simply be put in a single first chapter that starts the day their pokemon journey at an unspecified age starts. 

How hard is it to summerise it to:
"My name is Randy Ketchum, the randy, reincarnated twin brother of Ash Ketchum that's been training to use Aura with the Riolu I encountered in my childhood. 

I'm excited to start my pokemon journey, tough I will miss the 18+ moments I had in secret with my mom."

That is like the majority of all published, aura using reincarnation SI pokemon fica with more than 10 chapters summerised in 2 mini paragraphs. 

If you're writing a fic. Don't waste your energy on childhood. Invest it on the actual time and space the show covers.  Because as you can see, your long conversations with your pokemon about aura and you tapping your mom are all dust in the grand scheme of things. 

Dust that no one misses when you sumerise the childhood to a funny, quirky introduction that gives people the lay of the land and allows you to move on to the real story. 

... 
I hope you've enjoyed my Opinion piece, with tips and trick to avoid clichés when writing a Pokemon story.

Leave your thoughts and opinions down below, try not to kill each other over them and if you write a fic inspired by some of these suggestions, link it. ;)

Thoughts and Idea's with regards to fanfictions, builds for characters, weapons and more.

I'm not an author, my interests in a concept don't last long enough to write it and I am admittedly not the strongest in writing a decent dialog.

I'm someone who is Hyper Aware of a lot of things, and one of them is if something severely lacks. Whilst I can do art Inspite of that, I just can't bring myself to write dialog that doesn't feel perfectly natural.

That said, I do often write drafts for stories, sometimes I even manage a chapter worth of dialog that any author would be proud to own, but when it's about the baseline that I achieve for my dialogs, then I prefer not to publish.

However, I do have ideas, so many ideas and thoughts on things that I feel the need to express them. Hopefully, they will be of help for authors, who are feeling stuck or unsure how to develop their story, or want to write one but are unsure about what to write.

So, long story short. What follows are drafts for fics and stories. Ideas on how to build a convincingly strong character without needing all those rediculously overpowered bloodlines and abilities.

Ideas on how to develop abilities and exploit them, that you might not have thought to try.

Because let's face it, a creative mind can make even the simplest of abilities into a versatile master piece.

All of those things, you will find here, sooner or later. So have fun, be inspired or horrified at what you read. ;p

24 hours before "THE LIFT"


Chypher's Pov

                I was walking in the back of the campus, under a tree lying until i decided to take a walk around...there was nobody around except for me since the classes are still going...don't get me wrong I'm a student here but i don't think I need to attend my classes since I already know what the professors would teach and also in this school as long as you pass the exam you'll be fine....after strolling for some time, I ended up near the pond at back of the school, I sat at the edge of it...

               I dipped my hand in the water, but something strange happened as soon as the tip of my fingers touched the water....I saw some kind of vision, I saw myself looking at an orb or something like a ball of transparent thing and my hand moved towards the orb and touched and then i was back to reality...I was left confused and with many questions, I don 't know what happen but I was able to keep the thoughts in my mind aside as soon as the bell.....

               I ran to our room since the next class is the only class I'm interested in, It was history...The subject teacher tend to tell us impossible things that made me curious 'cause ever since i was a child, i was very much interested in any thing fantasy-related...

               As soon as I arrived the whole room turned suddenly quiet and tense, you could also say akward...Well, that's what you get when the most good-looking guy and also the most introverted not to mention, in the campus walks in to the room...I'm not really introverted i just choose not to talk....

                As soon as I sat down on my sit at the back of the room...four people was towering over me...oh no,they're gonna nag again... 

                "hey!Where have you been? you cut classes again!"alexis said...tsk!get used to it bruh...

                "haven't you gotten used to it?he always does that?"sophia said...very well said phia..

                 "I second the motion"Chester joked...

                 I just got my book from my bag and opened it, I read while alexis is still nagging...

                  "be quiet!Sir Arc is here"janine said...making alexis shut her mouth....

                   Well, I said that I was an introvert, but I talk to these guys,Since they're my crew.. WE are actually kind of feared in this school,not just in the school actually, there's this group called equinox and the members are called tesla,They're a filipino specialized group of soldiers trained eversince they were seven years old in advanced harsh environment for big outbreak purposes like wars and in situations that the government can't handle until now they made countless achievements,They are also hired by other country to resolve problems out of their hands and WE ARE them...

                  Sir Arc came in the room, he's full of auhtority yet he's a fun teacher he come up of diffirent ideas to make his classes really interesting so his students wouldn't get bored...

               "good mornin' class...you do know that today is an equinox,right?any body knows what an equinox is?"he leaned on the desk and asked a question...

               I know that its a eqiunox today and I also know what an equinox is but i have no pla-....

                "Mr. Oakley?since you're a member of a group named Equinox.... perhaps,do you know the answer to my questions?" he suddenly asked which caught me off-guard which rarely happens....I had no choice but to answer his then....

                "an eqinox is a day where the time is evenly distributed to the lenght of both day and night, but this is a rare phenomenon, it is said someone who expirienced an equinox is quite lucky ...."I said blankly, I did not let out any hint of emotion....Not to boast but I saw some girl almost like passing out, there's some just have their jaw hangin'....

                "Well said, Mr. oakley....That's right!did you also know that an eqiunox in the unknown tapestries in some parts of the world means "the lift" or undoing of the curse of Tesla, the first guardian of the tree of life,thylos...."What he is saying right now is really getting my attention.."It was said in the tapestry that in the olden times humans possesed peculiar abilities that's why they were even called Arkans or flowers of Thylos, The guardian was given only one ability but he was able to control his powers to a fully and without limits if he is in full bloom state, a state where an arkan is at his/her fulllest, along with his five phixies which were each given the rarest of ablilities....they kept kezia the kingdom of arkans safe and at peace...."the story Sir Arc is now telling us seems really unbelievable but something in me is tellin' me to believe....."but one day, a group arkans turned greedy of power so they improvised an ability that can be only learned until you are able to kill an arkan and eat their seed, the seed is considered as the soul of arkans...it is called wilting , it influence the arkans ability with dark energy  making their ability power raise incredibly but only some survived the wilting process and became a official wilt, the wilts with akaio leading them continously killed for power....the news reached the guardian and his phixies,so together with the kezian warriors they head to war with the wilts....Akaio and the guardian met in battle, akaio was able to keep up with the strenght of the guardian and his phixies were fighting with akaio's spriggans or dark fairies...for days the fight between the two bombarded the earth with vast explosion...many kezian warrior have fallen, a lot of wilts also died in battle....the guardian couldn't bear sight of his people dying so he called his phixies they entered their full-bloom state and joined hands and intense lights shined throughout the horizon....these words came out of the guardian's mouth before the light was gone and akaio and his fairies turned into dust along with the guardian and his phixies...."by this sacrifice I, the guardian and the mythical phixies curse those who are sinful and have killed many of my people, he and his people will be punished with instant death and will be unable to reincarnate until the curse is lifted when the blue moon occurs,now law of judgement!TURN TO DUST!So that's actually not proven i just wanted you to know and also it is said that the soul of the guardian and his pixies are also stuck not being able to be reincarnated because they're still keeping akaio's soul trapped....so--------"he was interupted until his phone ring..." excuse me i have to take this call"he said then walked out.....his stories like this is the reason why i only attend his classes and not to other teachers...

                 the whole day ....i was loitering around the school then from time to time i think of about the story of sir arkan...I don't know about the story but i know about the "cursoid"...


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yieehhh! CHAPTER ONE is finished....tune in for more please....    

                  

                

              

This story will revolves around a group of not so ordinary teens and because of their unique selves they encounter things unknown to the entire humanity... They thought they know everything but their only staring at the entrance of a bigger adventure... They're chosen, once they take a step in there's no way of going back...
            Welcome to the 1st book of the Tesla series, this book will be an introduction to a whole new world, I wish you can be with me the whole exploration of the Tesla's world...

Disclaimer:
             Any names except for some, places, and events that resembles or similar to any existing thing in the real life is a coincidence...    
              Also you might encounter a lot of grammatical errors and typos, please bear in mind somebody who is not a native English speaker is writing this, don't expect much of my English but I'm gonna do my best to make the story interesting so that you'll forget about the technical mistakes in the story...
    
Warning:
             Don't copy or reproduce in any way my story, PLAGIARISM is a crime...I might not chase you if you plagiarised this but lawsuits will
             Any way enjoy?♥️

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