Korrin Gitan was happy for his brother as the man was about to be coronated as the new ruler of the Shifter Kingdom. One last night of revelry would cause Korrin to come to grips with a destiny he didn't want and a world that would be changed forever.

USA Today Bestselling Author Becca Fanning is proud to present you with this prequel to the bestselling Shifter Royal Dynasty series!

The man in the white tank top put on his reflective construction vest and hard hat to indicate he had been in a construction accident. His march to the reception area was halted when Nolan indicated with a flick of his wrist that he should head with the crowd to the emergency room of he really did have such a accident. The worker cross his arms so his muscles bulged. Nolan felt confused and kept his cold stare until the man meekly sat down in a seat. The standing patients had all found seats now so none of them seemed irritated from standing. The ones with emergency had gone to the other department so his work was cut out for him with less people. 
"Good." Nolan said finally. He picked up the receiver. "Can whoever came here in the morning first please come forwards?  I can check the cctv camera is there is another bout of who is who."
Several voices began to speak at once claiming to have come from different entrances or various excuses. Nolan could feel a pounding beginning in his head. Fists rose up in opposition as several languages were spoken at once. 
"Do you want me to throw you all out?!" Forgetting his age, Nolan had a lot of experience dealing with large crowds due to standing sideline during his sister's Nascar races or in less reputable places where she had almost been mobbed to death by fans because of bad security. He knew how to deal due to this type of situation. The crowd quieted as none wanted to have authority involved. 
"This process will run a lot more quickly if everyone cooperates. We can get you in and out so you can get on with your lives. I know you are all anxious to see Dr Wu but we have a limited number of patient rooms. I need there to be some sanity in this room." Nolan put his hand to his temple and rested his eyes as the pounding settled he opened his eyes to see the waiting crowd. "Today is the free consults day. It's a luxury to offer this type of service anywhere, is that understood? If you're rowdy or rude, neither I nor Dr Wu will be serving you today. No one is more deserving than anyone else to come in first. I have no qualms about losing patients today and I doubt the surgeon will either."
The patients waiting all looked thoroughly quiet. There was a collective nod that ran like a wave through the room. Nolan was glad that finally they all understood. 
He clicked a hospital issued pen and made a sign in sheet out of printer paper. "I'm not going to have you sign this as I know not everyone here may be able to write. But please say at what time you arrived, name and age, as well as health concern." Nolan raised his voice as he checked the time that the clinic opened. "Who has been waiting for more than four hours?"


Facing a marriage deadline, CEO Henry Wong impulsively weds Ellie Chen, a broke former professional race car driver dying of a wreak she had on the track. 

In return, her younger brother will receive a generous scholarship -- and Henry will have the enchanting Ellie as a wife, if only for a time. 

Then fate takes a hand, and Henry suddenly finds herself with a healthy, vibrant wife -- a siren he finds it hard to keep his eyes off of.

Henry turned to the other woman who was standing in the room as he clutched Ellie close to his chest. "You have seen it yourself now Aunt Dorota, she is such an elegant lady, with a humble character, and her kind nature is something I will never find again. And you know, she has the strength to match my mother -- she used to be a well-known race car driver you know." 

The hug around Ellie started to grow uncomfortable as she squirmed a little. She wanted to move away, but knew that would detract from all the work that had been put in upto this moment so she swiveled her head. Like a butterfly landing she put her head on his shoulder and looked at Dorota. "I'm so lucky to have you, my love."

Goatee Garter browsed for some time. He too had his eyes on the crystal chandelier.
He walked back to them and asked, "What’s the value of the chandeliers?"
Li Du said, "We’re not planning to sell them. If you like them, you can take them, but you’ll have to take all the other stuff around it."
Garter said in disdain, "That’s all junk, why would I take any of it?"
"You expect to get something valuable for free?" Li Du asked with a chuckle.
"The chandelier is already broken," Garter continued in displeasure. "A lamp that doesn’t light up, isn’t a good lamp—you can’t consider it valuable!"
"Alright," Li Du shrugged, "suit yourself, that’s our condition."
The reason that the George brothers and Garter weren’t willing to accept these conditions was that they came with their pickups. For small pickups like theirs, this mountain of trash was too much.
"Let’s change the conditions, alright?" Garter said. "Like, I can buy it with cash."
Li Du shook his head. "Sorry, I’m not strapped for cash now. What I need is someone to help me clear this trash."
"Come on, brother," Garter said helplessly. "Look at my car—it’s too small. D*mmit, I can’t take it all away!"
"Sorry, I can’t trade with you then," Li Du said. "You know my terms. Though, there might be another way for you to get it."
"What way?"
Li Du pointed to something in Garter’s pickup that looked like some sort of jade sculpture. "I think that thing is quite pretty, like some work of art."
He paused, and then continued, "How about we do it like the Amish, and barter? If you’re willing to trade, then I’m willing to trade my chandelier for it."
Garter glared at him suspiciously. "That’s a replica, it’s not worth much."
"Is that so? Well, I quite like its style," Li Du laughed.
Seeing his smile, Garter gradually smiled as well. He then collected the sculpture to carry over to him, but then said, "No, no. This can’t do. It’s actually quite a treasure, I can’t trade this."
The older George walked over and said, "Don’t be silly, it’s just a man-made replica. It’s worthless. Li, are you sure you want to trade your chandelier for this?"
Garter scoffed, "Fool, Li has a good eye for things. Whatever he has his eyes on is surely something good!"
Godzilla came walking over. He lifted the distilling boiler and said, "How much for this?"
Li Du cast him a bizarre look and asked, "You want this thing? What’s it for? It’s just junk."
Godzilla shook his head and said with an awkward cough, "It can make alcohol."
Garter rubbed his hands together and asked, "Is he a partner of yours?"
"Yes, a good brother of mine," Li Du said.
Garter’s eyebrow twitched slightly. "We can do it like the Amish and barter. However, not with this precious thing, but with this boiler for your chandelier. You can give it to your friend as a gift!"
Li Du laughed. "You’re really calculative, buddy."
"Don’t be so quick to object," Garter put down his hands and said. "If your friend wanted this chandelier, would you give it to him? It’s broken."
Li Du pondered for a moment, and said, "I guess I’d give it to him."
"Right?" Garter said, "So, since you’re willing to give this chandelier to him, why not just trade the chandelier for something that he likes, and give that to him?"
Li Du considered again, and said with a nod, "Sounds logical. I have no counter argument for that."
"Then don’t think of any arguments, and just accept it," Garter said excitedly.
The George brothers were displeased. The younger George walked over and said, "Li, we asked for the chandelier first, you can’t do this."
"Yeah, buddy, it’s just a distilling boiler for moonshine. If you like it, I can get it from some second-hand store for you."
Li Du said, "It’s not that I like it, fellas. My friend likes it."
Godzilla glared at the George brothers like a ferocious beast looking down on weaklings.
Seeing such, the George brothers gave up and said, "Alright, I guess there’s no way to make it happen. Looks like we’re gonna lose out on this treasure."
"You guys know the rules of the old goods market," Garter said proudly. "Bartering will always be a viable method of trade. When doing business, bring along some good stuff with you. Know your way around before coming, idiots!"
"That guy’s a real scumbag," the older George said angrily.
"Yeah, he’s definitely a scumbag," the younger George agreed.
Godzilla carried away the distilling boiler. Garter carefully placed the chandelier into a large box and moved it to his pickup.
"Are you going to fix them?" Li Du asked.
Garter glanced sideways at him, and said, "These are mine—what I’m going to do with them doesn’t concern you anymore."
Li Du could now acknowledge what the George brothers had said; there was nothing wrong with the name that everyone else was calling him—Garter was a scumbag!
The younger George saw that Li Du had been brushed off, and said with a smile, "Are you regretting doing business with him now?"
Li Du shook his head. "No—Godzilla and I both wanted this thing."
The older George was puzzled, and asked, "Why a distilling boiler? You guys want to sell moonshine? If so, you guys still lack a racing car."
Li Du didn’t understand the latter half of what he had said. "What do you mean? What do we need a racing car for?"
Hans explained, "It’s a joke. In the 1930s to 1950s, moonshiners would stash their goods in cars, and to avoid the cops, they had to do the transport everything at night."
"With that, due to the constant pressure, their driving techniques kept improving. They grasped how to boost the performances of their cars to escape arrest.
"In some southern states, a culture of loving cars appeared. It eventually gave birth to the NASCAR races. That’s why he said you need a racing car—to avoid arrest from the state cops."
NASCAR was a series of racing competitions in America, with over 1.5 billion people watching them every year. The races had higher viewer ratings than other sports like baseball, basketball, and football.
In fact, the first winner of the NASCAR championships was a car that was driven to smuggle moonshine just a week before the competition.
Li Du laughed as he shook his head. "No, no. We’re not planning to sell moonshine. We don’t do illegal stuff."
The older George seemed disappointed. "You have this equipment and you’re not making moonshine? What a waste."
Li Du looked at the boiler and said, "The reason for buying this is because I feel that it’s an antique."
The George brothers laughed loudly; they thought he was joking.
Hans knew that Li Du wasn’t joking, or else he wouldn’t have spent so much effort trying to get this distilling boiler.
Mr. Li believed that this was a treasure, and that it was very valuable!


They love gold, and they love silver. Even more so, they love gems that dazzle, like stars across the skies. 
Firearms, jewelleries, and precious metals; A collector’s world will not be complete without antiques.  
Storage auctions, old goods trade, re-estate sales and gold-digging. But the truth is, if one wants to make money, then the supreme way is through searching for the legendary treasures. 
Holding the fort, there’s an ocelot, a wolf, and an Andes condor. At the side, there’s a loyal hound, an irascible ape, and an African honey badger. Who said that you can only rely on humans when treasure hunting?! 

She didn't know which one was more taxing – keeping this online affair a secret from her friends or keeping her identity from Mr Gerald. She replied to his email, still not sure which was worse.

"OK, tit for tat. I have to admit this is a lopsided deal. Specifically, what form of currency are you requesting?

Yes, I have boots too.

I also need to develop this a bit better. I really never thought it would get this far in the first place. I have no foundation to send the characters from. Random acts of lust are great, when in person, but don't make much of a story. 

I'm also a bit curious. What's going through that ponytail-capped head of yours? Do you accept my anonymity or do you try to figure out which one I am? I sometimes feel a bit of nervous tension as I approach my vehicle. I fear that there will be a note on the windshield, from you, requesting my presence."

She found herself now spending more of her work time just waiting for his responses. She was hooked into her own game yet she wasn't the game master. She'd even looked up his schedule so she knew when not to expect an email. She laughed at herself. "I gotta get out more." 

Finally, his jocund email reply was received. 

"You are curious? A bit? Let's see, how do I respond to that (lightly drumming on my upper lip and moustache, squinting slightly into the near distance with an earnestly reflective gaze). You? Curious? Bless your fairly wonderful fanny (Oh, I do hope it is. Okay, is it? Prove it?), I can't for the life of me imagine how that must feel. Excuse me for just a moment here. Okay, I'm back now. What muffled laughter? What's that old marvellous Latin expression? Paybacks are a mofo, I think it goes. Well, you do have my sympathy, and if there's ANYthing I can do to, shall we say, relieve the tension, don't hesitate to ask. But send me some polaroids, oops, a slip.

Through my mind? Oh, let's see... Intrigued curiosity, a strong sense of anticipation, some arousal--but that's all about the 500 this weekend, go 8 car! And absolutely those same things about you...

The anonymity thing. Yes, I do accept it and bow (hey, while I' m down there....) to your wishes. Of course, I wonder who you are, just as you would. Actively try to figure out your identity? Besides the fact that my options are limited, I'm essentially down with my man Keats, who said something to the effect of: To be in the presence of mystery without reaching irritably for answers is a fuckin' blast. Such a way with words, 'em ol' poet dudes. Anticipation, you know? Getting off is wonderful: getting to that point's pretty damn fine too. Hey, you're in charge, no?

A note on your car? Absolutely not. I figure you'll let me know when--or if--you desire contact. What's that ticking noise there, sugar britches?

Okay?"

Maybe she could bully her way through her lack of literary prowess but she needed substance to work from. Unfortunately, that was lacking too. She didn't know much about Mr Gerald. So far, she understood that he had a thing for girls in boots. He let her know that he was either into NASCAR or was really excited about the number eight. This man was a walking inconsistency. What was he?

Geography was the only link she could come up with. She was grabbing at straws and they all seemed to have holes in them. Maybe at the beach, or downtown? The little exhibitionist in her kicked in. 

She loved having sex outside, during a warm rain. The state park had been the most recent of destinations in her sights. She thought of the balmy summer showers in the early afternoons. She pictured them together, walking through the barely usable trails. 

She tried to not fast-forward to the "good" parts in her imagination but she just didn't have Mr Gerald's self-control. 

Her mind flashed to his tanned, wet, and very naked body. The two of them, in the woods, sitting belly to belly, intertwined in each other. She was wrapped around him and he was rocking them both. His hips bucked slightly upward, back and forth, ever so slowly, feeling every inch inside of her. She clung on, as he worked himself deeper into her. She fell into the rhythm of the sway. With her eyes closed, she felt everything. He picked up the pace, so she bit his shoulder to show him two could play at that game. She relished his salty taste. Then their cadence began to take on a life of its own; it became hungry. Their hips ground, almost angrily, into each other. He could hear her stifled moans, stirring from deep within her. She wanted more of him. The rain became heavier, provoking them to an even faster pace. Their bodies were soaked with sweat and rain. She threw her head back and he lunged in, to sink his teeth. She let out a little whimper but then begged for more. Oh, how she wanted to scream in ecstasy. 

Yup, there she went again. She had to work on the building and savouring of potential energy. Maybe that comes with time or experience. She wondered if reading Keats would help. That's silly– she had her own quasi personal Keats to show her the ropes.

"Ok, as for "getting this far" part that evoked such comic relief, I mean, c'mon. How many girlie plotted schemes have you ever seen that were well thought through? This was to be "Shock and Awe" and it didn't carry a well-crafted follow-through plan. I never thought I'd have the bravado to post that envelope in the first place, much less to have it pay off in such a remarkable way. I simply didn't "brainstorm" beforehand. My judgment was somewhat clouded by erotic thoughts. It still is. There should be a Q&A session.? A drywaller or an intellect? I assume that country music isn't far behind. I need to find some common ground. Age- nope. Work? Nah-ah. Hmmm - I wonder if you're a boxer or brief kind of guy. 

I half assume you already know whom I am and are keeping it to yourself. Paranoia is now biting me in the ass. (I'll leave that one alone.)

I have to say that I truly enjoy your titillating tales. They bring me to a much-heightened state of arousal. Pity, you aren't allowed to reap what you sow. Tick tock – tick tock.

~Ethel"

Then she had to wait until the next day. Drudgery kept the clocks hands from moving forward. She had never looked forward to the next day as she did at the moment she sent her email. She was addicted. Looking for her next fix like a crazed woman she logged on as quickly as she could early the next morning and tried to go about her day. She was in denial that she was hitting the "check mail" button like a teen hits redial on a phone in attempts to be the 94th caller to win that big prize from a radio show. Finally, that familiar announcing sound went of. She hurdled a pile of laundry and an excited dog but lacked the beautiful landing. 

" The following should please you--and trust me on this one, babe, pleasuring you is a matter I've been devoting some thought to--I haven't the slightest notion of who you are, never mind what car you drive, which course you took (I am assuming you did--you certainly have a familiarity with my class-related stuff) or when, if you're actually attending classes now, or basically anything that might identify you. Feel better now? I'm in no real position (oh the possibilities there...) to request anything of you, but I'd ask simply that you tell the truth as you reveal--that play fair thing. Otherwise, I'm enjoying the little intellectual striptease, a little tough to give up control I admit, but yours is a most stimulating performance. I'd say your scheme is working just fine. Oh, and about your paranoia. If your bottom is indeed in need of some attention, say some gentle massage of the affected area, the careful application of some soothing lotion, I do have some experience in such treatments and stand ready (oh absolutely!) to provide deep, satisfying relief. At your pleasure, ma'am. 

And the reaping and the sowing? Personally, I think it's ploughing time in your lush fields of opportunity, no, I know it is. The plough's tip moistened by those warm showers you love sinks into the rich, fecund earth, and gently but steadily turns back luxuriant furrows that they may receive the sun's (did I mention I'm Leo?) warm offering. At furrow end, the plough turns, pauses trembling, and with a shuddering throb its length plunges eagerly and deeply back into the damp, hot richness. So, um, you garden? 

Quick Q & A: 

Boxers/briefs: Neither. And your own style, sweet pants? 

C&W music: Absolutely, but second to Allman Brothers and Steve Earle. I stand and remove my hat when "Dixie" is played; I fight when Skynyrd's dissed. Timely quote from "Free Bird": How 'bout you! Really darlin' ...how about you? Tell me more.

NASCAR: I cried when Dale Earnhart passed, I pull now for Junior's 8 car. 

Drywaller/intellect: Smartass carpenter, you know, kinda that renaissance-man thing--love to show you some nailing techniques. 

The common ground of age: "Nope," you said. That way threw me. I talk in class'bout contents-technique-persona? I read your persona as not necessarily in my age ballpark, but definitely NOT at great remove--which you aren't saying. But you "read", well, mature? Absolutely wise and clever--your intelligence is very sexy. No foolin', I can't recall much, maybe any student writing that remotely approaches yours--and not just because of our, um, contents. All of which is a long way around to saying, again, I'm clueless about who you are, but you sho' nuff got my...interest...up. Your best disguise is your writing; be truthful, pull-ease! 

Beer/wine/brown likker/none? 

Again: Why me and why now? 

You saw me wanting you in my eyes? That's alarming, somewhat. I'd like to think I'm not completely obvious--oh well. Not exactly any response from you, was there? Yep, I' m curious. 

Uh-oh, weekend comin' & no home computer. How vexatious. I really need those polaroids."

Damn. No contact during the weekend. She quickly typed and hoped to get another email reply before his weekend started. She couldn't understand why she had become so manic. She didn't want to discover that she really wanted him to catch her. 

"Leo? Are you trying to turn into one with all that hair? :)

I glean from the content you have provided that you are an ass man. I chuckle your homophobia and your concern about which gender is doing the "Catching". Must be a product of your age. 

As for truth in advertising, it's a women's prerogative to accentuate the positive to askew the less so.

Hedges are trimmed. Undies with skirts. 

I enjoy all forms of rock, from Buddy Holly to System of a Down. Van Halen was a biggie in my household, music varied wildly from current to past rock. Hmm – classic rock like Steve Miller band and the Eagles are as close as I can get to C&W.

My mom wept when Jerry Garcia died. 

renaissance-man... yeah, I bet all the girls fall for that one. 

As for my style of writing, I'm stoked to hear such words from you. It's from the circles that I orbit and well-read parents. 

I have a "thang" for older men. They have a "thang" for me. My current "man" is 10 years my senior. 

Fortunately, I dig the moustache. I have other secret fetishes. I think my parents glorified the 70's for me. My choice of man is a bit abnormal in common sense. Some of my choices in men skive my friends but they relent on teasing me b/c they think that a man's money may play a hand. They aren't my true friends, just the mocha frappe mini moo decaf girls that are forced upon me. Really, I'm simple. For my sake, I'm glad there isn't a bunch of veterans in wheelchairs, sporting said moustaches, around today. Kinda feels weird to declare that one in the open. 

I would have been the girl Adam Ant wrote that song. "Don't drink, don't smoke..." I do enjoy sparkling apple cider and was much bummed when I found out that champagne tasted nothing like the sort. 

As for ocular undressing, I wore boots for you on that particular day. "

As she sent the email she noted how now she hated Fridays and how fucked up that thought really is.

This is a string of many correspondences between a former professor and myself. It started out as a harmless little distraction for myself, to break up the day. 
It became so much more, so unapologetically.

Once I've woken up I start my morning exercise while doing the quest I think to myself what I should do today. I finished working out and collected the 5 stat points and hopped in the shower to wipe the sweat of of me. 

When I finished showering I dress up in my darkness outfit (A/N: Dont think I put this in there but the outfit looks like the one in the book cover) and head out of the inn and towards the dungeon for a testing of my new strength. 

While on the way toward the dungeon I sprint as fast as I can to see what my limits are in Agility and wow was I impressed. I was almost as fast as nascar at full speed wich is around 125 mph when seeing how big of the jump is between 20 stat points in one stat I started to get excited. 

Cause if you look at it this way since I have this Darkness Outfit on I would be alot slower than what I am now so potentially if I do some estimation If now I am at nascars top speed then without this armour I would most likely be as fast ir faster than a cheata. 

Once I finish with all of that running and calculation I arrive at the dungeon. After I clear the first floor easily I get 2 level ups and go down to the second floor once there again I easily clear it and this goes on until the 6th floor. 

Form the 1st floor to the 6th floor I got 11 levels up in total and 4 levels in my Thunderous Sword Style. When I was on the 6th floor it was starting to make me use my first 2 forms of my Sword Style but once I cleared the 6th floor and made my way to the 7th I was going to start experimenting with my sword style. 

When I was staying in the inn while doing my daily quest I thought about some of my forms of my Sword Style. While thinking I got an idea "What if I could combine forms and make a new one?" For example in the dungeon while I was in thought I told the Eva in my mind 'Combine the 2nd and 5th form of my Thunderous Sword Style.' 

When I say that I got a ding noise go off in my head and what Eva came up with is called [ Thunderous Sword Style, Variant Form: Rain of the Thunderstorm ] [ Description: This form is known as a variant form because it is made up of 2 of the regular forms wich includes the 5th Form: Thunder Sworm and 2nd Form: Thunder Ball. In this form it allows you to overwhelm your opponent in an instant with slashes all around him/her ]

When testing the sword style out on the large group of mobs in front of me I bend my knees at a 90° degree angle and clasp my katana and stare at them and calmly say "Thunderous Sword Style, Variant Form: Rain of the Thunderstorm." 

Before you could even see it all of the mobs in front of me were slashed into tiny pieces now that I see this form for my self with the right amount of stats one could turn this into a almighty form that could potentially be the strongest form ever. 

Once finished cleaning up all the mana crystals along with the ones from the other floors I make my way up the dungeon and run into some adventurers and tell them how my raid was and all that jazz. 

I make my way out of the dungeon and on the way to the inn I was living at I feel someone or something looking at me after thinking for awhile I say in my head 'ahhhhhh so Freya has already started spying on me.' I look at the tower and wink right were she was laying. 

In the tower you could see a wild Freya in her natural habitat spying on people who she wants to join her familia and you could hear her yelling from at the top if the tower "TOU WILL BE MINE FUFUFUFUFU!?" 

Once I walked to my room and sat on the bed I checked my status
                                   STATUS
LVL:29 EXP: 122/2,400
JOB: NONE
TITLE: Thunderous Sword Master 
HP: 16,050
MP: 12,000
ATK: 52 (+80)=WHEN USING SWORD
AGI: 60  (+80)=WHEN USING SWORD
VIT: 47 (+60)=WHILE WEARING ARMOR
DEX: 60 (+60)=WHILE WEARING EARING
INT: 60 (+60)= WHILE WEARING EARING
POINTS: 6
SP: 25,000

                                  SKILLS
[ OBSEREVE, SKILL COMBINER, SKILL STEAL, FIRE MAGIC AFFINITY, ICE MAGIC AFFINITY, LIGHTNING AFFINITY, STEALTH LVL 8, THUNDEROUS SWORD STYLE LVL 24 ] 

After checking my status I go into the shop and look for anything that would help with defense not with my HP, while scrolling through I saw alot of things that would help but werent what I was looking for I kept on looking until I found what I needed, [ S Class Skill: Hyper Regeneration ] 

I quickly bought it with all of my SP and after purchasing it I took out my katana to test it and sliced my arm almost instantly after I slashed it the wound was nowhere to be seen.  After I new that it was "authentic" I went to sleep. 

(A/N: Ok so this chapter while I was doing the math with the status update when I went to click back onto webnovel it erased my progress and I was at the 750th word mark I think so I had to restart wich sucked)

Otaku, Yami was a boy disliked by everyone because of how dirty and ugly he looks. He was abandoned by his parents because he was dubbed an "accident" as soon as he was born and from then on he lived in the orphanage and was always alone, doing twice the chores as the other kids because he was despised by the nuns working there.

 Until one lucky day that he genuinely felt happiness, he was adopted by a couple that was incapable of producing a baby so they went to the orphanage and adopted Yami a whole after that he got suggested from someone to watch anime couple of day later he started watching anime and reading maga, it was his only escape from his past.

 While walking down the street one day he heard a girls cry from afar and he naturally ran toward the women what he found shocked for a second but then noticed what he had to do, the thug was trying to force himself on her and when he noticed Yami running toward him he pulled out a knife and stabbed Yami right there and then Yami had an emotionless stare knowing what would happen, but died knowing he saved that woman.

 After that he arrived in a dark void that went on for miles upon miles but Yami just stayed there just waiting and waiting for someone or something just staring at the darkness loosing different emotions day by day until one day that he saw someone and the man with a long beard asked him how long was the child there and he answered with "I stopped counting after 834,000,000 days." the man was shocked and gave him 5 wishes for his troubles and reincarnated him in the world of his choice.


(Mc looks like the guy in the book cover.)

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　　“斯科特先生，真是非常抱歉！我哥哥临时出了点事情不能到场！希望这不会影响我们今天的交流！”寒暄完毕，顾琳一上来就朝斯科特紧张地说道，着急的女孩甚至没有让张薇帮忙翻译，而是直接说起了英文，只是在叶枫听来还有些生涩。
　　“哦！当然不会！今天能见到你们这些漂亮的女孩子，就是我和曼里埃尼先生最大的收获了！张，你可以继续表达你的建议！”
　　“关于建议，我在之前的电邮中也基本提到了！我的一个朋友，就是顾的哥哥是一位很不错的车手，而且他本人也非常希望加盟NASCAR的舞台！
　　而您如果能帮忙在各车队里为我这位朋友牵线搭桥的话，我可以帮忙说服我的父母对NASCAR联盟进行赞助！而如果哪家车队签下我这位朋友的话，那么可以保证的是他本身也会为那家车队拉到丰厚的赞助！
　　而且NASCAR作为一个顶级的赛事，一定也希望拓展日益壮大的远东市场，而如果联盟中出现一个中国籍的车手，将会使这种拓展产生出事半功倍的效果！”虽然不喜欢商业，但是张雨在此时却显得非常镇定地侃侃而谈。
　　“保罗！TMD！简直太让我惊奇了！本来只想跟你随便来中国逛逛，没想到支那人里也有这样的美女？她们不是想要联盟签下一个中国的车手吗？那就想办法让这几个妞陪我玩玩吧！只要我高兴了，捧一个车手还不是顺便的事情？保罗！你可一定要帮我，今年的赞助我给你加成！MD！尤其是黑色卷发的那个，如果上我杂志的封面，一定TMD非常惹火！”
　　就在张薇将姐姐的话翻译给斯科特之后，还没等他说什么，旁边一直保持沉默的曼里埃尼突然凑到斯科特耳边一脸严肃地说道。似乎以为在场的这些中国人里没人懂意大利语，所以他的声音其实并不低，至少叶枫是听了个一清二楚…
　　“MD！你疯了？当着这么多人的面你就这么说？万一有人会意大利语，我们要丢多大的人？”斯科特一边努力保持着镇定，一边低声地用意大利语朝小曼说道。如果不知道两人在说什么的话，别人还真以为他们俩在对张雨刚才的提议进行意见上的交流……
　　“放心！你看这些支那人现在的表情！他们听不懂的！记住一定要把那个黑色卷发的女人给我弄到手！哦！还有这边这两个也尽量给我弄到！尤其是那个可爱的，干起来水一定很多！
　　MD，这个傻呆呆的小子还真讨厌，一直笑着看着我，难道他是GAY？哦！保罗！别忘了今年的赞助加成！”小曼里埃尼一边继续说着，一边还朝对面耐心等着他们交谈的女人们致意性地点了点头，而得到的是女人们善意的微笑，这让他更加的得意……
　　“恩……”为了掩饰自己的紧张，斯科特清了清嗓子后才动用起所有脑细胞继续和张雨这边的人周旋道，“张，坦白说你这个提议非常好！刚才我和曼里埃尼商量了一下，我们有些心动了！但是这其中还有一些技术性的问题！你发的那份车手简历我也看过了，最大的问题就在于他的正规赛车经历实在太短了！而且年龄也有所偏大！这将会成为各车队决定是否签他的一个重要因素！而且坦白说他被签下的希望很渺茫！”
　　“啊！真的没有其他的办法了吗？大笔的赞助也不行吗？”听到张薇的翻译，顾琳首先着急地问道。
　　“赞助固然重要，但是一个车队首先考虑的还是车队的成绩！不过……顾，我好像听张说过，除了你哥哥以外，你还是一个职业车手？”斯科特一边心里骂着曼里埃尼的无耻，一边却不得不绞尽脑汁想办法让对方上钩，可是能多拉些赞助也对斯科特形成了巨大的诱惑。而想到这样一个信息顿时让他眼前一亮。
　　“对！我今年才参加的职业比赛！咱们还是先谈我哥哥的问题好吗？”
　　“哦！顾，你是车手这个信息简直太重要了！你们看这样行不行，既然需要车队首先牺牲一定的成绩来签下一个没有过多比赛经验的车手，那么就要有足够的利益！而如果能把你们兄妹两个一起签下，那么在商业上的炒作空间就大了很多！再加上顾你非常不错的外型，应该足以吸引各大车队的眼球！虽然这样你哥哥未免有些沾你的光，可是只要能进了联盟，只要你们有足够的实力，完全可以闯出自己的天地来！你说呢？”
　　斯科特不知道中国话里的忽悠是什么意思，但是现在他简直佩服死自己了！这样逼真的假话都能这么快就想出来，至于以后怎么圆这个谎，那就看曼里埃尼的本事了，不过那个家伙搞定一个女人还是没什么问题，一切TMD都是为了赞助……
　　很明显斯科特的话成功地打动了张雨和顾琳，虽然这并不是她们原来的打算。但是这个提议无疑是更好的一个！不但让顾青重新开始了职业生涯，而且对于同样是职业车手的顾琳来说，NASCAR同样对她形成了足够的诱惑，因此包括刘佳在内的几个女人都露出了笑容……
　　“哈哈哈！精彩！非常精彩！简直太精彩了！”叶枫突然一边鼓掌一边大笑地朝两个白人直接用英语说道，其实老叶并不喜欢这个特土的出场造型，但是伯爵的眼泪却告诉他实在想不出更好的了……
　　刚才乍听到小曼里埃尼的话，不仅仅是叶枫就连早已经宠辱不惊的塞纳都被惊了个目瞪口呆！世界上居然有这么无耻的人！当时叶枫差点就忍不住上去干那个白人**一顿，可还是被塞纳拦住了。暴怒到了极点让叶枫反而冷静了下来，对方丫的不是在装逼吗？老子就好好看看这些垃圾这出戏到底怎么往下演。看到斯科特居然硬是把女孩都给忽悠成功，叶枫真是由衷地向这个瘦高的中年白人的所有女性亲属表达了“敬意”。
　　“这位先生，你这么说是什么意思？什么精彩？”毕竟做贼的心虚，斯科特看着满脸无害笑容的叶枫，一边勉强地笑着问道。而这时被突然打断了思路的张雨把张薇叫了过来，给几个女孩做起了同声翻译。
　　“就是你和这位曼里埃尼先生刚才的话啊！我实在佩服小曼先生如此的勇气和想象力，同时也更加敬佩你斯科特先生惊人的应变能力！”叶枫还是那样诡异地笑着说道，而斯科特和曼里埃尼已经有些慌了手脚。
　　“这……这话怎么说起呢？”斯科特还是试探性地问道。
　　“呵呵，怎么说呢？这个世界上不是只有你们白人才懂意大利语的！正好我也多少能听懂一些！唉，本来我是不想打断二位的表演的，但是我实在是忍不住表达一下内心的敬佩之情，所以……”
　　“啊！……这个……我们……其实不是那个意思……”听了叶枫的话，两个白人已经彻底的慌了，但是更加有城府的斯科特还在尽力挽回整个事件，毕竟现在叶枫还没有把整个事情说出。
　　“行了吧！你们说了那么多，那我也来说两句！首先既然你们在意大利语里称我们中国人是支那人和猪猡，那么请允许我在这里荣幸地称呼你们为白种猪！白种猪先生们，第一我要申明的是，我不管你们此行来中国的目的是什么。但是请不要忽视中国人的智商，至少在我面前不要！
　　另外，对于二位刚才到底私下里说了些什么，我没有必要说给大家。不为其他的，就是因为那些话实在太恶心了！我实在说不出口！不过我想告诉这些白种猪的是，相反你们两个却是狗屎！
　　其实我并不想介入这件事情的，但是你侮辱了我的朋友，那就对不起了！至于小曼里埃尼你在美国的那些烂事相信上网都能查到，我也就不说了！
　　还有我要申明一下，我的性取向很正常！刚才只是在欣赏小曼你的表演而已！另外我建议你们俩个尽快从这里消失，否则二位的人身安全……毕竟这里是中国！最后为了能确切表达我对二位白种猪的表情，请允许我说一句：Fuckyou！”
　　叶枫最后一边说着，一边用力地向两个人渣树起了双手的中指，顿时全场哗然……
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In a beautiful suite on top of a high rise building. 
"2021 huh... A New Era."Says a man while lying on a bed all by himself.
"Tang Family you will regret the day you crossed paths with me".
In 2017 after the release of the game "A New Era" Ameer and his families lives changed for the better however on their way to being rich they had made enemies like the Tang Family of China.
In the end they lost a war to the Tang Family. His father was put in jail under false accusations. While his mother had been lying on a hospital bed due to a car 'accident'.

Suddenly the door to his room get banged open by a group of men.
"Is that so Ameer. Will you be able to destroy my Family even when you are dead".Laughingly says a burly man while trying to act sarcastic.
"What are you doing here?" Calmly Asks Ameer.
"I am here to kill you ofcource hahaha...Did you think i will just let you off?"Says the burly man.
"Hmph,good thing you delivered yourself to me. Now I won't have to look for you to kill you".Says Ameer while releasing his qi.
"8th stage Qi Condensation realm."Says the burly man in horror."NO I WILL STILL KILL YOU".Said the burly man while ordering his people to kill Ameer.
While the men of the Tang Family tried to fight with Ameer. He suddenly makes a run for The burly man while grabbing onto the burly man he jumps to a window on the side of the suite.
Crack.. The window shatters as 2 men jump out the window of the hotel.
The people on the ground look up in shock and horror as they see 2 men coming down while still trying to fight each other.
"Sigh... Sorry Dad I couldn't help you. Mom dad. Liliana."As Ameer closes his eyes he starts to see remember all his parents and his girlfriend. While silently waiting for his death.
And suddenly he saw a white light in the front of him
Jumping up from his sleep he looks around to find that he is in a class room(more like a hall for 100 children)."Am I not dead?"Asks Ameer trying to comprehend his situation.
"Hey Hey Dude Bro Man" Whispers come flying in Ameer ears.
"ADI"Shouts Ameer While standing up from his seat with a pale face.
The shout attracts a lot of attention from the class mates however the teacher just keeps going on with his lecture as if nothing had happened.
Pulling down Ameer back to his chair"Bro are you not feeling well or something".
"Adi ummm.... I uhhh... what day is it today?"Said Ameer trying to change the topic.
"WHAT DID YOU FORGET"Trying not to shout whispers Adi."It's 1st Feb bro we were going to buy the new game today."
'Wait 1st February the day the game 'A New Era'was released how is that possible and I am in the university. Did I go back in time.'
"Hey Ameer Bro" On the verge of tears shouts Adi. Never in his life had he been ignored so much.
"Cough sorry Adi I am really not feeling well today."tries to lie Ameer.
"Fine you should go rest the game starts on the 7th anyways."
Yes,the game capsules were started to be relesed 7 days before the games actual release so all people will own a game capsules before being able to play. To get a capsule all players will need to go through extensive DNA and QI checks. 
The Creator also said that all people who play the game will experience significant growth in their cultivation increaseing the excitement for the game.

In Ameer's Room at Home,
'So I have gone back in time.' Thinks Ameer while sitting in front of his computer.
Ameer is a 21 year old man/kid from India.
Ameer's mother runs a bookstore. While his father is university teacher.
He knows that today his father got a new job in the game. His job is going to be teach students in the game. Due to the 1:3 time dilation some scholars believe that it will be better to teach children in the game rather than in the real world. The salary is also 5X the one he used have.
Because of these reasons Ameer was able to play the game and also rank in the top 100 players in India. However that was all taken from him.But not this time he will no matter what take his revenge marry Liliana and make the strongest guild known to this world.
Before Ameer used to be a bit of a Playboy and had played around with many woman one of whom was the fiance of the burly man.
because of this Liliana had left him. However in this life he will not make the same mistakes again.

______________________________________________

Meanwhile on the floating island,
"Robert I want you to gather information on a boy called Ameer."naturally the one saying this was Alexander.
"Yes sir."Says a man who looks to be in his mid 40s with Gray hair.He is wearing butler clothes. The wrinkles on his face instead of making him look old give him a Handsome and mature look.
"May I ask sir why?"Casually ask Robert.
"No. But I will tell you anyways."Jokingly say Alexander."He has gone through as you would term it, a rebirth".
Understanding the severity of the situation Robert instantly turns around and starts to work at lightning speed.
If 'A New Era' was a regular VR game no one would have cared much for a rebirth. However the rebirth in this world could single handedly destroy the balance of world. 
Take for example the new EU keeps the Russians in check. India keeps China in check. If a country gets too powerful then the creator would cheat and disadvantage the strong side take for e.g. USA. They were too strong so the creator had to weaken them to level where other countries could compete with them.
However if a lucky Individual appears in USA he could lead USA to take over the world.
That is the power of a rebirth. In this world.

The story about a world where all wars are fought using Virtual Technology. 

Where certain lucky individuals experience rebirth, some returnees as well as certain system users.

(volumes will be devided by games.Each game lasts for 10 years(30 in-game years due 1:3 time dilation).


(Each Volume will only have 1 lucky individual who can be seen as the MC of the story)

It was a sunny day. Vikas woke up, wore his sleepers and got up to get ready for college classes in the morning. 

It was yet another peaceful day.
In a few minutes he had already bathed and was sitting next to table waiting for breakfast.

His dad, Sagar, came rushing with a pan in his hand and quickly poured out some delicious smelling curry in the small bowl on the table. Vikas took out some chapatis from the Chapati Box and started eating his breakfast.

His dad had returned from kitchen with a plate in his hands. He too sat down to have his breakfast nect to Vikas. With a smile on his face, Sagar asked Vikas, "How are your preparations for this exam?". Vikas replied, "Good".

Sagar asked, "This is your last exam, Congratulations ! You could get a job in a few months... then you would have to probably go to somewhere far from home ... you would rarely see me again... Sigh!"

"No dad, Don't worry... Haha"

Vikas was smiling at his dad's usual jokes.
He and his dad lived together in a bungalow in New Delhi, India. His Dad was a computer engineer by profession and worked for some  multinational company. Vikas didn't remember the name of that company, but the pay was really good. 25 Lakh ₹ per annum... that was quite nice for a family of two.

Vikas' mom had died in some accident when he was just a child. since then, it was his dad who took care of him. Feeding him, sending him to school, going to parent teacher meetings, praising his son in front of neighbors. Vikas' dad was an amazing father.

 Vikas looked at the wall clock. It was 8 AM .
 Time to leave for college. He stood at the Bus stop as his college's Bus stopped and then he got in. He found an empty seat at the back, opened his bag, took out a book and started studying.
 
 
 ....
 At night, Doorbell rang and Sagar came home. He was greeted by Vikas. Sagar changed into regular clothing and sat next to his son.
 
 "I got to tell you something"
 "What dad?"
 
 " I got transferred to USA. They gave me a promotion and my salary is going to be raised to 50K$ per year" 
 "Wow, thats amazing!"
 
 "But I got to leave in 2 days."
 "so soon?"
 
 "Yeah... They urgently need my expertise (smug)"
 Vikas smirked..
 "Then lets have dinner outside at restaurant tonight!"
 
 "I don't think so... I wanted to eat something Cooked by You today..."
 "Haha , Sure dad...."
 
Vikas went to Kitchen and made a sumptuous dinner for both. The lights were on till 1AM and laughs could be heard even outside the home.

.....
Few days had passed since Sagar had went to New York, USA. 

Vikas was looking at the TV news channel.
As he was changing the channel , he noticed a breaking news about a terrorist blast.

A Company called Future Tech's Main office in New York was bombed an hour ago. 50 casualties had been confirmed. As the victims photo's were being shown. Vikas saw something heart breaking.

His dad was one of the victims in the Blast. He died!

Tears started pouring down his eyes.

An hour later, he got a call from some unknown number from USA. It was a call from his Dad's company. He was told about his dad's death and that he would be given some remuneration by company. The caller tried to console Vikas as he was crying. 

.....
Few more days passed.
Vikas was standing in front of an apartment building. His dad's flat was on 12th floor.
He was in New York , USA right where his dad stayed after getting transferred.

He entered the flat and just sat on the sofa.
There was a photo frame on the wall. Vikas looked at it and smiled blankly.

A minute later, doorbell rang and a man with black suit entered the flat. He talked with Vikas about some company formalities and left. Vikas closed the door and looked at that portrait on the wall. He walked over and took it off the wall. As he was looking at the portrait suddenly the portrait started floating from his hands and he felt a slight vertigo before he appeared in an unfamiliar room. The room was pitch black. Suddenly light came from above and a man appeared in front of Vikas.

He was his father!
Vikas' eyes started tearing looking at the look alike of his father.
The man looked at Vikas and smiled.
"Hey Buddy.... You already miss me?
it's only been 12 days since i died. This is just a leftover AI programmed to give you my inheritance.

What you know about me is half true and half false. It's time that you know the truth. You are in Danger!"

People said the world would be destroyed in 2012. The Internet was in chaos, movies were made and then 2012 passed. People ignored the prophecy as a joke and continued with their life. Little do they know what really aspired.

"Brother and grandma , please don't leave my hand ."
"The car is running fast , I will fall down !"
"I don't want to die brother !"
" I promise I will never sing and act again "
"Please ! "
"No !"
; screamed the 14 -year old little girl ...
"You should've thought that when you took part in that stupid Reality Show in this country just for singing and acting to full filling your so-called dream.....
" A woman from a family like ours should be sitting at home with grace and manners and not flaunting herself in front of the world like you did ! You have to pay for it
"The fate of women should be serving her husband. You are dead to the Ning family from today"
""Feng release her hand quickly " Grandma Ning said to his grandson Ning Feng.
"Go die !"
[The man released the girl's hand and she fell down ! ]
[The moment her body hit the rood , blood started flowing through it endlessly .]
[Maybe due to shock or betrayal , but she wasn't able to even voice out her pain ! ]
[More than the pain in body , there was the pain of helplessness and hatred . ]
[Hatred towards her own family .]
[ No one came to her rescue throughout the entire night . ]
[ Next morning , some locals found her unconscious and took her to the local hospital .]
"She is alive ! " the doctors exclaimed with an amazed expression as they hadn't expected that at all.
"Please contact the patient's family ." assistant doctor said to the receptionist as he gave her Ning Xi's phone and went into the operation theater .
The receptionist switched on the phone and browsed the emergency contact list .
It had six names .
Guo Shenghua
Xiao Nai
Mo Zixuan
Li Jun
Li Lin
Zhi Bo
The receptionist contacted the 6 men unknown to the reality that she was calling the most influential identities of not just Country X , but the world .
Total of 4 hours were over since Ning Xi was in the O.T.(Operation Theater) when heavy footsteps were heard in the empty corridor of the local hospital ...
Business tycoon Li Jun and industrial businessman Mo Zixuan arrived with a team of 20 surgeons and clear concern in their eyes...
"Save my sister" ; Li Jun commanded as the team of doctors entered the O.T.
24 hours...
It took 24 freaking hours for the surgery to end.....
Among all the battles these two men fought in their lives, this was the toughest one for them , they always fight any battles together but this fight is horrifying for them they afraid to lose their ''kiddo-sis'' .....
Their 'lady-luck' ; their 'kiddo-sister' was lying pale-faced on the death bed without any movement.....
They couldn't wait to just hear her laugh....
They couldn't wait to see her tease them....
They couldn't wait to hug her....
They couldn't wait.....
They couldn't wait to see her .....
But they had to wait for these 24 painful hours to just know about her survival.
"When are Guo and Lin arriving" Mo Zixuan .
"Their chopper will land in approx. 2 hours" Li Jun answered .
[The Li family had two sons . Li Jun and Li Lin . Li Jun was the elder brother who took over his family business, Li Lin was the younger brother who was world renowned lawyer . The two brothers lives in harmony regardless of their family disputes. ]
The other two brothers of Ning Xi , Xiao Nai and Zhi Bo kept calling Li Jun and Mo Zixuan to get an update on her situation.
They both were in USA and couldn't arrive their easily due to legal formalities....
Xiao Nai was a journalist and was doing a correspondence course in crime journalism in USA . He was an orphan and only had Ning Xi as his family because she considered him her brother. Hence,she was his only family.
Zhi Bo was a doctor and was doing his post - graduation in USA. Even though he was a doctor, he still couldn't afford to look at his sister Xi'er getting a small injection let alone be a surgery.....
And  Guo Shenghua who was a software developer as well as an ethical hacker/coder.
One thing was a given , all the six brothers of Ning Xi went through a torture of 24 hours along with her.
Reason was simple- Love and they are truly desperate to have her in their life , they think she is angel in their lives , they are truly afraid to loose her ....

Ning Xi , a 23-year old , had seen the worst phase of her life at the age of 14 when she was abandoned by her family for perusing her dreams of singing and acting . It's the story of a girl's struggle and the support of her 6 brothers - not connected by blood but by heart , just because of love ......
And her loving maternal grandfather. ?
Year 20XX , She took the oath of youngest military chief of her country Imperial, China ...

But as bold and fierce this woman was , as cheeky and cute little cupid sister she was , but she carries a lot of secrets. ....

Her heart becomes stone . She forgets to love herself ????. She lives without a soul in her body. 

Until , Then came the man named Kim Tan -- the wealthiest business tycoon . A person whom women would throw upon was the same ignored by Ning Xi resulting in his increase of attention towards her which soon changed to love......
But she was the only woman who was capable enough to reject him......

Will she reject ?

Or will she not ?

will he give up?

Or will he not?

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