IMPORTANT NOTE

This book got published by mistake. I was trying to translate this novel and arranging it here but it somehow got published. I am sorry for the trouble. Webnovel doesn't have any option of deleting this book so that's why its stuck here. I didn't know what to do so at last I decided to write this note. 

P.S. Don't waste any of your stones or reviews here please. You've been warned!

First story, going to re-write it once I get more experience. Upload schedule, ideally once every week or two, or not, I'm in high school.


Don't sue me, this under fair use as a parody/transformative work based off the original k thanks
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Blah RWBY blah system MC got friendzoned and lost his memories

Sayy I'm feeling really fidgety with this book. 
 I want to re write the whole thing because I keep thinking I could do better thanks to more experience and stuff. Plus whenever I read my work's chapters one up to the latest I feel like it's lacking substance or that core essence.
I'm also being mentally tortured. Guang Lingdao is too strong for now! And he's too freaking OP! Progressing too fast! Geez level 27 already at six years old?
Feels bad man. I feel like I'm writing one of those wish fulfilment fanfics who loved making their characters unreasonably overpowered and two dimensional like a cardboard cut out.
I'm a perfectionist! It ticks me off when I do something bad.
Assessing and examining my novel and future plot got me to a conclusion.
Yes. I wrote two notebooks worth of stuff for characters. Their roles and powers with very detailed descriptions. (Each notebook is 80 leaves in thickness) (80 pages and I'm just getting started on writing character traits.)
I feel uneasy looking at my work.
How should I say this?
Ah yeah, it's looks like those cultivation levels in xianxia and xuanhuan stuff. Break through levels too fast and boom the foundation is unstable. My pacing is too damned fast so the potential in this novel is getting torn to halves. 
You guys may not see it but this novel is flawed. Very so.
Now I don't want to just surprise the readers about suddenly re writing this stuff.
Tell me what you think? Should I re write this or nah? Cause the last time I tried re writing my novels it went to shit. But I'm feeling that this time would be different thanks to experience.
In my mind. Here's the two scenarios that would play out.
First Scenario:
I will re write this stuff. Fix the pacing and make it more even immersive. More about Guang Lingdao's past shall be revealed at a reasonable pace and I will make him a strong to even stronger type character. His ambitions for becoming the strongest would make more sense and I will delve deeper into human emotions, psychology and reasoning.
I want to make Lingdao a very unstable (mentally)  character at the start and make it so that he would grow better over time. By doing so I will make him into an anti hero type protagonist.

Second Scenario:
I continue with this novel and just tailor the plot and heavily edit it to make up for the short comings. 

I can decide now but... I'm feeling guilty. Cause some of you guys grew attatched to this book. Resetting it would amount to killing off the object of your attachement.

So yeah i need your help guys. You decide what's best. Afterall, I'm not only writing this for my practice and improvement but to also entertain you guys.

I had taken an oath couple of years back when I started writing bullshit. I write to create worlds people can get lost in to escape from reality. And so far, my work is far from that.

I'm sorry if this is something out of the blue. 

Sincerely yours,
Little Eccentric (John)

Life had never been so kind for our poor little protagonist in his first life. Having seen an unfortunate fate befall his two beloved parents at a young age. It was enough to drag him into the a dark stray path.

No matter how much he tried to change. Fate found ways to drag him back into the darkness. Sealing his destiny to become one of a butcherer for the human race.

Heads fell. Blood ran like rivers and Cities became silenced under his endless bloodthirst.

After life came to an end. A random event sent him striking up a deal with one unknown entity. Sending him into his next life inside a world turned fiction.

Steeling himself to seek the pinnacle of strength. Guang Lingdao goes through a journey. Meeting friends and foes alike.

As a cold blooded murderer trying his best to turn over a new leaf and protect everything new and wonderful to him. How many more does he have to kill to protect his peace?

After some breakfast mike opens a laptop and keeps an eye on the app feedback and no of downloads.

currently, the app beta version is free. He plans to charge after some user feedback and some user review over the app.

Mike looking at the background data of app there are no downloads and no of registered users. Overall downloads up to really exaggerated 20000 views in a single day and no of registered users 10000 members overall it's a good start.

when mike uploaded the app on the Android platform.

A certain location an author is checking the market for an app to reduce his work stress then he stumbled on the app which is the voice app he knows that's just fake no perfect voice input app is available until now. But under curiosity, he opens the app to try it for a trail.

His name was Harry. He was a professional author needed to submit a minimum amount of 10000 code word per day. As a professional to keep maintain good quality and quantity of daily updates.
when he is trying the app he uses daily work as a practice and pronunciation are perfect whether it is the word or phrase.
keep in mind he wanted to test to write his article. And uses the app to start writing an article and he keeps on using until the end of the article. He was surprised to find that Article is over and he just used 1hr to write 10000 codewords which are maintaining quality and quantity. His performance increases double at least. Today His performance is doubled and it was kind of fun to use an app with it my writing frequency increases at the same time my earnings.

He shared his experience in his author circle to help his friends to earn some money.

Then a friend replied harry is it real...
Harry: of course I just used and shared my experience you just have to experience to feel the miracle.
His friend said he will try it and download the app for the trail. Similar thing happening on author circle everyone is experiencing the voice input app and no of downloads keep on increasing.
 
Mike just watching background data and analyzed that it will break 100000 users until night.
He was just excited to see the market response keep daydreaming about his first bucket of money.

This is a story of youth, who worries about his feature. after the graduation of college.when he became ordinary otaku who is doing nothing but ordinary life watching movies and novels.
     A day changed his life when one night when he was reading a novel on his bed.a starry light came from the universe changed his life.
      from that moment he became genius changing the development of the country.praised as a genius by people, technology leads the life. starts the journey of technological empire.

Some of the authors on Webnovels were inspired to write their own stories after reading the works of famous authors. Perhaps some of them believed that they could do a better job. Some of them ran out of things to read, so they decided to write the "story" that they want to read. While others… just want to write a story that they think will be popular to the readers.

Ironically, the stories that they had written also inspired other readers to write their own stories as well. Hopefully, this cycle will never end. So that the future generations will be able to read new and exciting stories that will show them a world filled with sword, magic, cultivation, and Lo--

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Xandarx: There's a reason for them to be famous as they have their style

Zenith: lol.

Xandarx: You can see it from their work, it's true. Like their character has embedded into the book. This is what make them different I think.

Zenith: I know. But not everyone is as great as you show them to be. They learn from their previous works While we are still struggling to finish one.

Xandarx: Yeah, I know.

Zenith: They move on and get better that's where the difference lies. If you see any CN author who made it big, you can see that they had their share of experience before getting there, or for that matter, any author in the Western world.

Murakami: Not necessarily publishing houses only accept works they think will sell.

Zenith: The ones who get it big the first time are rare.

Murakami: So you might not see how they built up to their debut novel. Authors can have 15-20 scrapped novels b4 they debut, and the public don't get to read a single one.

Reili: Yikes.

Xandarx: Yeah.

Zenith: That doesn't make the author lose his experience of writing those scrapped novels that's the point I was making.

Murakami: But it also means that it's more like hit and miss.

Reili: True because they don't get the feedback from fans.

Murakami: They get limited feedback from an agent/editor who doesn't want to read their work.

Zenith: Yeah, but it surely is better than nothing.

Murakami: And they're left with a bunch of abstract and vague advice that they have no idea how to implement.

Reili: If they don't enjoy it, the feedback won't be as insightful.

Zenith: They can learn from their mistakes from reading their own works.

Reili: Well…

Zenith: If possible, from platforms.

Murakami: If they knew how to do that they'd fix it and publish it.

Reili: It would make the process easier if someone who enjoys the book to give them better feedback.

Zenith: It's called rewriting from scratch, and it takes a tonne of time if the author feels more interested in some other idea of his, he would do that.

Reili: I suppose so since the author being inspired will bring his book along.

VKBoy: If the ones giving review are professional editors, then they don't necessarily have to have read your work with immersion because their suggestions will still likely cover the basic flaws that amateurish writers usually make.

Reili: Point taken.

Zenith: Yeah.

Murakami: @VKBoy if they spot those errors they'll put down the manuscript after the first page

Reili: Then again, its a little bit like movie critics. They may hate the movie, but fans love it.

Zenith: Yeah.

Murakami: And then send a reply saying, "Don't send in another manuscript until you learn how to write properly."

Zenith: Professionals in the said field prefer not taking risks. Especially in movies, but books, you can keep trying.

VKBoy: Well, if there are errors in the first page itself, that's a whole different thing, lol.

Reili: True.

Murakami: No, but a good editor can tell the writing quality from just the first page even if you've crafted it perfectly, they can just tell that the rest will be shit.

Reili: You have to also take into account of one punch man. The original comic looks terrible, but the redraw made it amazing.

Zenith: That's smartness of the creator.

VKBoy: Well, in one punch man's case, it got attention from the companies after it got popular in the online communities.

Reili: So a persons writing and grammar may be terrible, but with a little editing, the story itself could be amazing.

Zenith: You can let the editor do the Shi*t and focus on your story, It works.

Overlord Venus: Yeah, solo leveling is a good example. The story is bland.

Reili: But it would also help if the author re-reads the edit to make sure the essence of their story is still there.

HavenlyJeep: Essence and core backbone.

Zenith: @Reili It depends on what the author wants, and how much work he is willing to put in.

Reili: @Zenith true.

VKBoy: Of course, some editors just butcher the style of the author.

Reili: Same but honestly I just use Grammarly and the read aloud function in word to make sure the chapter makes sense.

Zenith: You can learn about writing, grammar, editing if you truly want. It is just the question of, would you?

Reili: I'm more into thinking up ideas and writing them than editing.

VKBoy: Editing is also writing, mate. Rewriting is where real writing lies.

Zenith: It's a skill in writing a story, but your choice.

Reili: Point taken.

Murakami: You can't be a writer without being an editor.

Zenith: Editing it yourself can help you keep the heart of the story.

Reili: That being said, the more I write, the better my basic grammar became.

Zenith: You will keep the feels right.

Reili: Editing is now part of the process.

Zenith: And not make it just sound or look better, you give what the story wants
And that is a great thing.

Reili: Creative freedom.

Zenith: I want to learn grammar and revise what I learned.

VKBoy: @Zenith Learning grammar will take years, so take it slow and steady. That way, memories stick with you for longer times.

Reili: I do read mtl sometimes since I can't wait for chaps, but then I find myself reading in broken English and must stop.

Murakami: I'd like to correct that statement VKBoy. Learning grammar is easy
learning "usage" is hard.

VKBoy: lol, if you read mtl, your IQ drops. Believe me, this can affect a person's writing skill in the long run.

Reili: Definitely, which is why I stopped.

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Author's Notes

I'm sure you've read this a few times in the previous chapters, but I had been reading MTL chapters for the past few years. I usually read "Completed" stories, and most of them are around 2-4k chapters each. Of course, I read the translated chapters first. After I reach the latest translated chapter, I will immediately jump to *cough* Google Translate.

Yeah~ I know. Reading chapters through Google Translate was the most…epic mistake I did in the past. I've finished World Defying Dan God, Battle Through the Heavens uhh…and a few more novels using Google Translate.

In the later years, I discovered lnmtl.com, which gave me a better translation (at least the names of the characters are not written like Cloud Che instead of Yun Che (Against the Gods). 

To be perfectly honest, If I didn't start writing, I would have continued to read these machine translated chapters even now. Reading MTL works if English is not your first language.

This is something that those with English as their main language will scoff at. However, for those who just want to read. As in reading something without worrying about anything else, then they won't care even if it's a machine translated chapter. As long as they will be able to read the NEXT chapter, then it's all good.

This is also the reason why I admire translators. If not for them, these stories that we are not aware of will not be able to grace us with their presence. I would like to thank the translators of my favorite novels like Lord of Mysteries, Release that Witch, Against the Gods, Cultivation Chatgroup, Second Coming of Avarice, and so many other titles that I won't be able to list here.

To my beloved readers, if there will come a time when you feel like writing a story of your own and you're reading machine translated chapters, please stop now. I'm saying this for your own good. 

I understand how you feel. Believe me I do, but for the sake of the story you're going to write in the future, heed my advice. Stop now, while you still have the chance. Learning how to write from scratch with broken English is a painful process.

Then again, if you find an editor who is a masochist, consider yourself lucky. Let them clean up your mess for you, so you can focus on writing your story, and learn the art of writing while you write.

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P.S The Cover Drawing is not mine. I just find it nice so I used it. Full credits go to the owner.

Baiyi had to spend a considerable amount of time to explain away the misunderstanding, attributing it completely to Mordred's immature mouth. It was fortunate that his students were still innocent, so they accepted his explanation fully.
However, he had no way to convince those nosy folks in Cloud City.
By the time they got home, it was almost evening. Baiyi did not resume their class; instead, he asked the students to complete a write-up before bedtime; it required them to write a review about the day's trip and what they had learned.
When the assignments were completed and submitted, Baiyi sat in his room, thumbing through them.
The first write-up he read was Nota's. The fairy had been earnest with her write-up, reiterating every point Baiyi had made; she also added in a few sentences about her understanding and opinions, including her own responses if she was in his shoes. Near the end of her write-up was a genuine question, though: "I'm a shy girl. I don't think I can even talk this loud… So, what should I do?"
Baiyi was very satisfied with her answer. He gleefully graded the assignment, adding "Cake" as a reward.
Nota really was a good child.
The second assignment was Mia's, and as she was his priority, he read her write-up meticulously.
In the end, on the right top corner of the paper, Baiyi wrote the word "Pinch Cheek" because although Mia had used all sorts of idioms and impressive descriptions in her write-up, anyone else could still easily write the same essay using two lines:
"Wow! Mr. Hope is so cool!"
Or, "Wow! From now on, I'm gonna rely on Mr. Hope for every stuff like this!"
Fine; so maybe it was quite common for a soul armature practitioner to ask their soul armature for help when the going got tough, but that was definitely not the sort of lesson Baiyi had hoped to teach her today!
Honestly, what Baiyi really wanted to write on Mia's paper was "Feather Duster", but the girl, in her essay, had extolled his gallantry, his handsomeness, his strength, and even his gentleness so lavishly; thus, using her own words, the gallant, handsome, strong, and gentle Soul Armature decided to give her a little leeway.
The next assignment graded was Tisdale's. She probably had some experience with legal issues and copyrights, and she had demonstrated remarkable attentiveness to his lesson, which was evident in her write-up. Her work was even better than Nota's; hence maybe she would be the best out of the bunch today. For her effort, Baiyi wrote "Cake x3" on her paper.
The next paper was Laeticia's. Baiyi had not read it for long before the urge to rip it apart flooded him; the girl had offered gems like:
"Yay! No class today! Best day ever!"
"Mr. Hope has such a loud voice! Louder than the muscular husky man at the Church who teaches us fighting. The poor receptionist was so terrified! But then… I remember them telling me that the husky man's voice was loud because he used to be a butcher. I wonder what Mr. Hope's career was when he was alive?"
"Wow! Fatty Branch Leader Guy sure have great desserts!"
"Gosh! The tea sets and cups moved on their own! It was a very cool magic trick!"
"Miss Aya is always beautiful. And gentle, too! Is she really a dragon? I find that hard to believe. Mordred is very good and polite; I think she's a good child. But, why does she keep calling Mr. Hope 'papa'?"
"Aww, the lunch we had at that eatery, which Mr. Hope brought us to, was so goooood! But will we ever visit it again?"
This content was instantly awarded the "Feather Duster" grade.
Then Baiyi moved on to read the write-ups written by the kitsune, the owl, and the sunflower.
All he could say was, "If I was not a Soul Armature, I would have probably from coughing up too much blood."
The issue here was not that those three copied each other; they just shared similar opinions, making it seem as if they had unanimously decided on their content in a sort of meeting, which was held before the write-up commenced. What was more, none of them talked about laws and legality. A part of their identical write-ups discussed how to defend their legal rights as non-humans; another part of their write-up included making humans recognize the ingenuity of their inventions, and then the rest of their write-ups was all about how to defeat Mordred with their combined strength and Nota's help.
On that last part about defeating Modred, the trio even wrote details of their own strengths and weaknesses, as well as the tools and traps that they would require; this was so that they could work together in their team-up by covering each other's back.
The entire write-up was a strategy report on fighting Mordred…
'Are you three here to learn or to fight for civil rights? In fact, are you here to learn how to slay dragons? What exactly do you guys want to do to the girl who called me her papa?!'
Baiyi initially wanted to give their write-ups his "Feather Duster" grade, but he decided against it after conceding that, despite veering way off topic, the animals had shown how much effort they put into their own analysis Perhaps he should be a little compassionate this time...
Thus, he gave their write-ups the "Stand in a Corner" grade.
The next paper was Attie's. Naturally, no of the other students could rival the speechlessness and rage that Attie's assignment caused Baiyi; however, right in the middle of her paper was the drawing of a cat, which was sticking out its tongue at him.
'Are…. are you trying to melt my heart?'
The only thing Attie's kitty drawing managed to melt was Baiyi's reluctance to give harsh punishments; thus, he gave Attie a "Feather Duster x5" grade. When combined with the "Feather Duster x3" which was sue from her last assignment… 'Haha, this trouble-making cat is done for tomorrow!'
Still filled with anger, Baiyi turned to Vidomina's homework.
Surprisingly, hers was even more satisfactory than Tisdale's and Nota's. She did not even limit her view of Baiyi's lessons to defending rights legally, but she also extending his philosophy to other subjects and aspects of life itself. Her ability to generalize his lessons displayed a true understanding of the essence of the problem-solving ability, rather than the forms and apparent methods Baiyi had used.
Judging from the assignment, Baiyi could tell that Vidomina had truly grasped the knowledge that Baiyi had sought to pass, which was as expected of a child from a noble Duke's family. She managed to look at the questions from another, and even more mature, perspective. Although Vidomina may not be very exceptional in terms of academics or magical basics, the girl had surely inherited her father's insights and beliefs.
Vidomina's work was the only one Baiyi did not grade at all; he believed that none of his current rewards could do the girl's work justice enough.
The next day, Baiyi returned the graded assignments back to his students. From their expressions, one could guess the grade they got. Some sighed, someone was very upset, and another shook her head helplessly… Nota was probably the one only who did not look saddled by her grade; but then again, she had been given the "Cake" grade for two straight days already.
"Laeticia! Attie! Up here to the dais, now." Baiyi sat on the dais and gestured to the two.
"You two fools! It's bad enough that you copied from each other; however, must you two even get the spelling of the same term wrong? Geez; to think that copying would at least require half a brain!"
After the scolding, came the action. As the feather duster struck them, the screams and sobs of both girls resonated loud enough for the neighbors to hear.
"Oww! Owwwww! Mr. Hope, I'm so sorry! I'm never doing it again!" Laeticia cried between sobs.
"Owww, I hate it! I hate you, Master! I'm never talking to you again! " Attie tried her best to be threatening as tears burst out of her eyes and drenched her cheeks. The problem was, of course, that her threat never carried any substance; Baiyi had heard the same threat so many times that he had stopped caring about it. His Kitty Cat Maid had a very bad memory anyway; after a nap, her memory would somehow reset itself, and all Baiyi had to do was to wave at her, and she would come to rub her cheeks on him jovially.
"That's all. Go and wash yourselves," Baiyi said coldly to Laeticia and Attie while putting away his Executioner's Feather Duster. Then, he turned his gaze to his flora-and fauna-themed students.
When Laeticia and Attie finally returned, they were treated with quite a scene; Baiyi was pinching Mia's cheeks hard, and the animals were standing in a corner, balancing Baiyi's favorite potted plants on their head. The animals knew that these plants were Baiyi's favorite; if they broke even one of them, they knew he was probably gonna skin them alive. Thus, the fox had to use its hind legs to hold up its plants, while the owl had to lift its wings up high to hold its plants, making sure it does not lose its balance and falls.
Since Sunny itself was a flower with a pot underneath it, all the sunflower could do was to stand upside down, keeping Baiyi's plants atop the bottom of its point, which was now facing upwards.
Nota and Tisdale, who were both comfortably and quietly enjoying cakes at a side, were targets of understandable jealousy.
Vidomina did not seem to be doing any of those. She was not rewarded, neither was she punished; she did not find that surprising, though. She had a pretty good guess of her own skill and knowledge level.
However, when Vidomina looked at Mia's pouting face which Baiyi was currently pinching, there was a flash of jealousy in her eyes.
Baiyi returned Mia to her seat after her punishment and walked to Vidomina's side. He took her workbook up and announced, "This is Vidomina's work, and I believe it to be most exemplary work I have received. In fact, I'll try to find some time to explain why and how I arrived at this conclusion as we read it together. But first, your reward…"
Baiyi looked down at Vidomina's perplexed face. "I can fulfill any small request you make."
"Any small request? Seriously?" Her eyes widened.
"Hey now; don't get too overboard with it, though!" Baiyi replied. "If you want to be exempted from today's assignments, that's acceptable."
"I…" Vidomina thought hard.
Then, suddenly, she stood up with a gush of bravery, moving to stand on top of the bench, and said, "I would like my Godfather to kiss me! Like how you kiss Mia normally…"
"Huh? That's it?" Baiyi replied, feeling amused. He walked closer to her and gently pressed his mask on her forehead.
There was no sensual desire in their exchange. In its place, however, was the sort of love and care a parent would impart to their child. It was innocent and moving.
Vidomina smiled. She smiled so brightly that a keen observer would notice that this was the first real, happy smile she had made since her family's mishap.
The other girls, however, stared at her with complicated expressions. It seemed that some cogs had turned within them...


Imagine being forced to live, after death, as incorporeal bodies trapped in a vast space of nothingness for thousands of years, with nothing to do but exchanging past memories with other cohabitants (read: weirdos).  Everybody wanted out, but there was no way to leave the Void... 
Until one day, a young man was finally summoned, as a powerful but reluctant mentor, by a bubbly and motivated but completely naive young girl. Baiyi, finally out of the Void, was the only one who could save all of the other 32 souls from their prison and his summoner might just be The Key to their freedom.
However, Baiyi had to use the techniques and abilities the other souls had taught him throughout the years, and together with his own extensive knowledge of anime and game tropes from his shady and dangerous past as an otaku, to face the biggest challenge of them all: training the clumsy young girl he was forced to partner up with… into a competent sorcerer!

It seemed that trying to teach Ivy more about being a dryad would have to wait until she had learned how to make and control fire. Something about this seemed really backwards to me. A dryad caring more about how to make a fire than taking care of plants? I guess tending a fire is somewhat of a novelty. All she has been doing for the last 700 years is taking care of plants, albeit a little ineffectively. In some ways that is even worse than me being stuck at the pond for 500 years. I could only sigh remorsefully to myself. I really was not any better, I had not left the woods for a thousand years.  

I was still sitting around the first fire that they had used to cook there breakfast on. As I watched, Ivy and Leafia walk a little way off to a clear spot of ground to work on building a second fire for Ivy's practice. Ivy was really in high spirits at doing something different for the first time in a long time. I at least had memories from the previous times I had left the forest. She had not had the opportunity to make those kind of memories yet. I should let her experience things she wants for a change of pace. Besides, there were things that I could do to help her while she was playing.  

I caused some of the bark of my paper birch 'clothing' to start to peel off. Once it got to a good size I broke it off. I put the end of a small branch near me in the fire for a few moments until the end was blackened. I waited a minute after I took it out of the fire to make sure the end was not too hot. Then I started to write. I was going to make a list of things that she could work on to increase her strength and enlarge her reserve. 

I had wondered from time to time to time why all of the spirits knew how to speak and read from the time they became self aware. I had a feeling that it had something to do with Mother Earth. My guess was that she imbued this knowledge into the spiritual essence encompassing this land. This would explain this knowledge existing in all of us, since it was this spiritual essence that collected to form us. 

The other option was that she had her hand involved in the formation of each of us and implanted that knowledge in us while we coelessed from the energies of the world. This seemed less likely to me since it would be so much work for her to have a part in the creation of every sprite. I knew that if anyone was involved with this it had to be Mother Earth. The Great Nyad was not caring enough about anyone, especially us on land, to bother giving us that knowledge. Since they were the only two older than me it really only left Mother Earth. 

I did learn a lot watching Mist form a hundred years ago. However, I did not want to mess with her development so I did not probe too deeply. But I could tell that the process was complex. It involved many more steps than I imagined. At first I thought it was just spiritual essence gathering together into one spot then >poof< you have a sprite. Instead, I could feel that the dense spiritual essence was being organized and transformed by some hand. I should ask Mother Earth next time I see her. She would probably come if I asked her to, but I did not want to bother her. I was sure she was busy. She had much more to look after than me. 

Writing with a stick was getting frustrating. I could only write a few lines before I would have to put it back in the fire and then I would have to let it cool down. I let out a heavy sigh as I once again needed to put it back in the fire. I had been making a good point while I was writing. I was not sure if I could remember exactly how I wanted to write it when the stick was ready. Every time I had to stop to prepare the stick my mind got side-tracked with things. Like about why I could write in the first place while never being taught. As I reached out to put the stick back in the fire, I saw that a prepared stick had been placed right next to me. 

Looking up I saw Istan had several sticks in the fire preparing. I guess some good things can come from his over-attentiveness to me. "I thought that you would be able to get more done if I help preparing the pencils for you. Whatever you are writing must be very important for you to sacrifice part of yourself to write it." 

Part of me really wanted to roll my eyes at him. If we could get him to shut his mouth a little sooner there would be nothing wrong with him. I forced myself to resist and sincerely thanked him. 

So what was I wanting to say again? Oh yes, I was about to tell Ivy how to practice increasing her reserve. The method was not hard, but it took time. There was no quick fix. The only way I knew to improve was by using your reserve. She needed to use all her reserve and then let it recover and do it over and over again. But it was not that simple. If you really want it to be effective you need to make sure you go as far as you can. When you think you have pushed as far as you can, pause for a second and then try again. You will find that there was a little that you could not get the first time. You keep doing that until there really is nothing left. After that you meditate to regain your reserve quickly and do the same thing. Once you think you can not absorb any more you pause for a moment and try again. As you keep this up your power will increase. 

Writing was really going faster with Istan's help. Not only did I not need to wait for the writing implement, I think he called it a pencil, to be ready, the ones that he made wrote better and longer than what I was able to make. I really do not have much experience with fire. I also noticed my mind is wandering much less now that I did not have to take so many breaks. I should find some way to thank Istan later. Is there something I can do for him that won't be blown out of proportion…? Maybe I had better stick with just saying thank you. Now I was the one holding me up from writing as fast as I could, because every so often, I would have to stop to grow a new piece of paper. 

About an hour after I started, I looked up to see Ivy doing a funny dance around a fire. I am guessing that Leafia had managed to teach her how to make the fire. The dance Ivy performed really reminded me of the early humans. Now that the fire was going, it seemed like Leafia was trying to calm her down enough to show her how to start making the porridge.

Before I continued writing I made another sheet of paper for Istan. "Please write down how to make fire and porridge for her. I have a feeling she is a little flighty and might forget after a few decades."

I looked over at Istan who was holding the bark like it was the most important thing in the world. "Don't get any funny ideas. It is really just bark from a birch tree."

"But-"

"No buts. Please write for me."

"How could this be simple bark? You made it."

I really could do with less devotion. I leaned over to the side and put the pages I had been working on under a small rock so they did not blow away.  I let out my power and the world shimmered around me and appeared to recede. Before long I had stretched out to reach over most of the trees in the forest. I transformed myself into a birch tree nearly ten people tall. I shook my branches and let some sticks fall to the ground. Birches really do shed a lot. I also made sure plenty of bark peeled off my trunk and larger branches. I could use some of that bark later to finish what I was writing. As I stretched up to the sky, Istan managed to fall even from his seated position. 

I decided to try something Ivy had shown me. You were never too old to learn things. Even from the youngest of people. It took a couple tries to figure it out, but I managed it. "You and your family could search for 10 generations, until these branches turn back to dirt, and you would never be able to tell the difference between the branches I dropped and those from any other birch tree." After Istan managed to close his mouth he nodded mutely and seemed slightly sullen. It felt rather odd to speak as a tree. It tickled a little, just like humming sometimes did. Why did I bring my vision up with me as I grew? I usually kept it near eye level. I guess I wanted Istan to feel like I was towering over him. But there was no way for him to tell where I was focusing my attention and from what angle. 

The fire near my base was starting to flare up a little with some of the branches and bark that fell into it. Seems that I was playing with fire, too. Dryads and fire- who would have guessed this would happen? It was not that comfortable growing over a fire, but I did remember to not grow any branches too close to it, so it was not that bad. 

I 'glanced' over at Leafia and Ivy. I saw the pot for the porridge was on the ground near Ivy's feet. I really did not mean to startle them. Looks like I might have overdone it again. I could have just turned into a younger tree that was only 3 or 4 people tall. 

I turned back to my normal self and was sunk slightly into the dirt that was disturbed by my tree self. After getting myself out of the small pit I turned to Leafia and Ivy. "I am sorry for ruining your food."

Ivy did not seem to care. It looked like there were stars in her eyes. "That was so amazing. You can turn into such a magnificent tree in just a second. Will I be able to do that?"

"If you work hard and grow stronger you will be able to do more than this. And sorry, I should have asked before I used so much energy from your home." I did not think clearly and most of the spiritual energy used to transform came from her forest. 

"It was worth it to see that. Anyway, I think the benefits you are giving to my forest since you arrived will more than make up for this."

I guess I never went back my fully suppressed state. It felt better this way. And though I was absorbing power from the forest, the forest was being strengthened and fortified by my presence. This would allow Ivy to draw more from it in the long run. 

Seeing that Ivy was not upset, I said, "Well finish learning how to make porridge so I can teach you more about your powers." Ivy and Leafia finally looked down at their feet and started trying to salvage what they could. 

I found a good spot to sit down and finish what I was writing. But before I got started I handed Istan a pencil. He took the pencil and the bark and started writing, though I could still sense there was some reluctance and reverence for the paper in front of him.

The blight has overcome her woods for the first time in thousands of years. The Dryad, Laurel, has asked for the help of one of her only friends, the Great Animal Spirit, to find the cause of the blight. However, now that her friend has gone missing, Laurel is given no choice but to set out from her sacred garden for the first time in centuries to find her friend and save her home.

Hello everyone again. I really wish I had positive news when I post these and I felt like I have done this more than I should the last little bit. I dislike being a downer.
So as an author, I made 5 stupid mistakes when starting volume 2. 
1: I let peoples threats and negative commentary get under my skin. Even though I know there are more of you that love this story than the people that are filled with negative and hostile comments, I got caught in one of the many author traps.
2: A lot suddenly happened right around the same time as the start of volume 2 and I let that compound my stress. 
3: I became obsessed with sharing with you the world lore. This is my own fault, I was worried about broadsiding you with information without proper background since I didn't understand the complexity of my own world back in this version of volume 1. I realized recently that that very thought caused me to break my own lore in order to show it to you which is completely counter-productive. Which means, the lore I showed wasn't ever correct.
4: I was pushing myself to 120% on like everything which is bad of me. (No wonder I made myself ill earlier) Like literally, I re-wrote chapters 4, 5, and 6 more than 6 times each. Eventually I posted chapters I didn't even like. 
5: I have come to hate roughly 60% of my own volume 2. I'm sure many of you could feel it as well. My lore showcasing was both timid and forced. It created far more questions than not. It caused things to become far more messy then they needed to be.
These 5 compounded issues have caused me to reach writers block and when I can write it feels way too forced. 
After taking a short time away from my story (not spending 16 hours trying to write 1 frustrating chapter in 12 different ways...) I realized, that I was trying so hard, that I broke my own lore and created excessive holes in my own story... I was trying so hard that certain characters ended up not acting like themselves at all. I was trying so hard that I made certain characters have stories they shouldn't have. 
SOLUTION! 
I'm glad I found it now, rather than later. But I am going to have to re-boot volume 2. Most likely the core of the story progress will remain mostly the same. The 40% I like will stay while the 60% I have come to hate will most likely be changed, adapted, or removed completely. 
I will stop trying to overthink everything and just story. I will return to the hearts of my characters and keep writing. That way, I can write something I love again and I can clear the self-created obstacles in my writing.
This re-boot IS for this version, so you will see these changes when I am done with them. But for the next bit, I am going to focus on that so I can actually clear up the path in front. 
Like one of my favorite misquoted analogies in Fru-ba: Start at the piles of laundry at your feet so you don't trip over them as you work on the mountains of laundry nearby. Sadly, I forgot that...
I'll see you all again soon. Once the re-boot is done and the story is flowing again, I'll post the next chapter. When that time comes, I hope you will enjoy the new chapters in volume 2 that I will be able to love again. 
I would rather write what I like rather than what I hate. I would rather take the time to re-work this now and improve your experience then to try and force myself to continue in this unpleasant emotional state. 
My theory, If I can continue to love my work, then the future will move more smoothly and I will hit writers block and make myself ill less often. Thank you again for all your support and patience with me. It has meant a lot. 
I'll keep working at it. After all, my desire is to eventually publish all of Jericho (Past and and future) in book format. 
In positive news, I am more than halfway through my first major edit of volume 1 and so far, it reads so much better. (of course there is going to be more major edits but yeah...) Also! I may have found an illustrator to help me with the book art I have wanted to include for a long time. So while things haven't moved too smoothing moving forward yet, the other parts have been. 
Well, I know you were hoping for the chapter tomorrow, but I care both about my own feelings towards my work and also you guys. Sorry for putting out work that I didn't even like. 
I'm sure there are many of you, that could feel my dislike some of the work I was putting out there in this volume. So, sorry. 
Once again, see you all later! and thank you again!
-Eranoth
P.S. For those asking why certain things remind you of one-piece, I have no clue. That is actually one of many animations I have only seen like 3 scattered episodes of. 
P.p.s. Jericho will return.

In the year 2741 Music has become a thing created solely via technology. The age of instruments had long since passed. 
Jericho grew up in a family who lived ‘outdated’ lives. From his grandfather, he learned how make, repair, and play a good amount of instruments. It was his life passion. If he lived in the early 2000s he would have become famous with the skill he possessed. 
The man worked hard on both his job at an antique shop and his failing musical career to take care of kid sister, the only family member he had left. 
Freedom online (A very generic MMO type of name) had recently been released. One of the many VRMMORPG’s created in this era. Jericho and his sister ignored the game as it was something well beyond what they could afford. 
After unknowingly experiencing both a disaster and a fortuitous encounter, Jericho and his sister are given the game with the hope this new world can bring his wonderful music to light.
New!
Discord Link to a fandom server: https://discord.gg/AAq7MMv
Also help keep me afloat: ko-fi.com/eranoth

Long before androids had been invented, sex dolls the likes of the Samantha series had been part of human lives. Naturally, with the novelty and fanfare attached to an android, a real-life simulation of a body, this area was not neglected.

With advancements in other areas such as the prosthetics making, humanity could interact with a machine at a never-before-seen level. Mankind quickly invented a way to have sex with machines. 

After the formation of the neural link, go f*ck yourself was no longer a vain insult, for people literally could do it, well maybe not quite literally but they came close. With specially designed dolls, one could simulate both the male and female orgasms simultaneously. Point is, androids and sex were never far from each other. 

By the time Barda came to have his android body, technology was already at zenith on this issue. Barda had a healthy, functional reproductive system with one minor difference. He could turn his system on or off. 

Naturally, he kept it turned off. At the last minute, when he kissed the Queen's hand, the AI system activated a subsystem in his brain to automatically turn his reproductive system on. These were subroutines put in place to give the feeling more human, more natural. If one had to pause to switch it on would be like having to pause to take a pill. 

Barda didn't know this, not consciously, which was the point. When he had kissed the Queen's hand, he had felt an overwhelming flow of testosterone burst through his body, and a bunch of other chemicals that made Barda feel something he had not felt in centuries. The lass found herself in the massive arms of the man she wanted to be held by. The rest as you say is history.

As Barda watched the Queen slumber on his chest, he had to admire the novelty and the sheer ingenuity of it all. Copying from mother nature, Barda could not differentiate his prior human experience and his new android experience. In some ways, it had been enhanced.

Moreover, he envied the Queen. Her first experience had been awesome, unlike his and almost everyone else's whose first experience consists of fumbling in the dark without a clue what one was doing. Barda had a lifetime of memories to depend on. Come to think of it, this was also his first time in this body. She had also popped his cherry too. 

With that scary thought, Barda wriggled his way out of the Queen's embrace, dressed up and left. He noticed the guards had seen his exit but had not reacted. Perhaps they had guessed what went on within the closed tent. Well, if he could, he would tell them just how much of an epic shag their queen was. 

When Barda got back, he found that light was still burning in the area they were camped at. Barda wondered who it could be since by now people should be too exhausted, but he quickly got the answer. A very stunning answer, in more than one way. 

Batoo was up, burning the midnight oil. This was not odd at all since he would sometimes do it, but what was odd or in this case stunning was that he was with a stunningly beautiful woman. Was she blind? Barda wondered as he came closer to investigate.

The memory of her brother's death was still very raw to Zoey, so when she came to the camp, she couldn't help her bleeding heart. She felt the same helplessness she had felt when she was nursing her brother Mason, and what's more, this was enhanced by the scale of war. 

It wasn't just that there were many injured, but the fact that those injured were the lucky ones since the others died. Yet they were still going to die from infections had sullen the mood too much. Imagine the shock to see a contortion created that could heal and break the fever. Young Zoey regretted never having learned it before, for if she had learned she could have helped her brother. 

Resolving to learn it no matter what, she went over to the guys who were making this life-saving elixir. That was when she had stumbled on Batoo. After the work, she had girded her heart and made her approach to Batoo with a request. 

How could she know that at that moment she had blown Batoo's mind? The moment she had said she was his fan, Batoo felt beyond zenith or cloud nine. A fan. Let me rephrase that, Batoo had a fan! And not some cheap-looking dirt-ridden fan, but a beautiful woman. 

He had had to reject her though since she did not fit Barda's criteria. Among one of the few things Barda had been very clear about was that he wanted people who could read and write. Literate people and for obvious reasons. He would be handing out written instructions and expecting reports and subscriptions and whatnot. For that, he needed someone who could read and write. 

It was then that Zoey had beseeched Batoo to teach her how to read and write. Having grown up in a village in the middle of nowhere, how could the poor girl have learned how to read and write? Batoo had similar circumstances, but he had Mrs. Freda, who had come from the city. She had taught both he and her daughter to read and write.

On seeing the pair, Barda was taken aback. Not wanting to hover, after exchanging pleasantries he picked up his bag and left. He had noticed the chalk and board on the girl's hands and he couldn't help but think: Alas! the ol' pick up line, come I teach you how to read and write. Nope, that doesn't sound right. 

On her part, Zoey was blown away. While she admired and respected Batoo, practically everyone revered Barda. He was a legendary figure responsible for one miracle after another. People spoke of him with veneration and respect. Barda's name was not only a symbol of strength and might but also that of genius and greatness. She'd met him once before in the day classes, but she was just one of the students. Now she had a chance to interact with him.

Batoo noticed the look of adoration from Zoey's eyes when she met and spoke with Barda. He didn't know the term 'celebrity crush', but he knew one thing, he stood no chance against Barda, so he wouldn't dare compete. Thank goodness his friend had the decency to leave.

"You're a hard man to get to nowadays," Barda heard a voice as he was making his way out of camp. There was one more thing he needed to do, but he hadn't found the chance to. Turning around, he saw Lady Ellen walking up to him with a faint smile, the best she could do given the circumstances. She still retained the beauty, just with a layer of sadness added to it. 

"I meant to come to you sooner ..." Barda started, but the lady interrupted him by placing her hand on his arm. 

"It's okay, I understand. I came here to thank you actually," 

"Thank me, for what?"

"Phoenix is doing much better due to the elixir you made. You should come by sometime when the queen is not keeping you too busy," Lady Ellen said with a knowing smile. One of the microexpressions captured was a face full of jealousy. Barda wondered, this just happened, how could she know?

"I definitely will."

"Where are you off to?" Lady Ellen asked, seeing he was in a rush. Barda could choose to tell her that he had picked up a bunch of orbs from the dragons he killed and he wanted to have a look at them, maybe even find a way of absorbing them in his system. While at it he could also tell her the real truth about where he came from. A lot of good that'll do. 

"I want to have a look around, see if there is any looming threat,"

"Orders from above?" She indicated the ridge where the queen was.

"No, can't sleep, want to feel useful."

"You know, you're still my man and she'll have to pay for any and all services Dark Flames adventurers accord her," Lady Ellen trying to tease Barda.

"We win her the kingdom back, she'll with interest," Barda retorted. 

"Alright, get to it then," Lady Ellen said, pushing Barda off to where he was off to. As she watched his silhouette disappear in the night, complex emotions clouded her mind. It felt like grief and was almost as devastating. Why was she fated to lose everything?

This guy is a friendly neighborhood intergalactic spy. Unfortunately, his life is in jeopardy due to his career choice, but his enemies are too wide and too galactic he cannot evade them. So he goes nuclear. 

To start over, he kills his old life but wakes up in an android. Moreover, he also hatches a brilliant plan to make his former life completely disappear, so that he may be considered well and truly dead. 

It's a deadly plan with very low chances of survival but it's all he's got. Will he make it, and more importantly, what kind of new life will he make for himself? 

This is a journey of love, war, and magic. You will also find plenty of Kingdom building going on. A new world and a new lease of life, with nightmares he cannot even begin to fathom. 

However, the man quickly realizes that with his power he had more to offer than just espionage. With his strength, he might just be powerful enough to save the universe.

"Uh… kind of." Looking at the side of her face, Su Yu was also slightly dumbfounded.
He suddenly thought of the silhouette that he saw on the street a while ago. It seemed like he wasn't wrong about seeing her.
"Where are you going, Young Master Su?" Wei Liao saw Su Yu stand up and walk over.
After Zhang Manlin finished pouring the wine, she bumped into Su Yu as she turned around abruptly.
"I'm very sorry."
"You…" Su Yu lowered his head and looked at her carefully.
"Um… do I know you?" Zhang Manlin was shocked when a man suddenly stood in front of her, looking at her like this.
"You look very similar to a friend of mine," after Su Yu saw her appearance, he exclaimed.
They look even more similar when he looked at her closely. They looked especially alike because of their micro-expressions and the tiny movements between their eyebrows.
However, she looked like a younger version of Huo Mian. She was filled with the energy and vigor of a young lady.
"Are you talking about Huo Mian?" Zhang Manlin asked with a smile.
"Do you know her?" Su Yu was even more surprised.
"Yeah. She's our deputy director. I'm also an employee of South Side."
"Then why did you…?" Su Yu didn't understand why an employee of South Side would work as a waitress at a club.
"Aiyo, I'll talk to you in a bit. I need to work." Zhang Manlin pushed Su Yu aside after she talked and continued to work busily.
After finishing up some work, Zhang Manlin took off her uniform, changed into casual clothes, and took the initiative to sit at Su Yu's table.
"Hi, are you guys Huo Mian's friends too?" Zhang Manlin asked.
"Yeah," Su Yu replied.
"I knew you guys were extremely shocked. My deputy director's husband was shocked when he saw me as well," Zhang Manlin laughed.
"You met Qin Chu already?" Su Yu asked.
"Yeah, I was originally working at GK, but President Qin probably disliked me for having the same face as his wife and fired me. I ended up working at South Side, and thankfully, the deputy director is generous and didn't fire me."
"Why are you working here then?" Wei Liao thought it was strange.
"If I say I work here part-time because I need money, would that be too tacky? This excuse… ha, it really isn't. Even though I don't have much money, I don't have to work as a waitress at a nightclub. I'm still a university student and I'm writing a novel about the nightclub life recently. In order for it to be closer to reality, I decided to come here and experience it myself."
"Write a novel? You know how to write novels too?" Wei Liao found this incredible.
"It's just a personal hobby, not for the sake of fame." After she spoke, Zhang Manlin grabbed a bottle of green tea from the table and started drinking as if they were friends.
This type of personality of being able to easily blend in with people was indeed very likable.
Wei Liao thought this could be a chance for Su Yu. He asked quickly, "Hey lady, how old are you and where are you from?"
"What is it? Are you from the household registration office, Uncle?" Zhang Manlin talked back.
Wei Liao was caught speechless.
"No, I'm just asking." Wei Liao smiled awkwardly.
"I'm not even twenty-three yet. I'm twenty-one this year."
"Oh, you are already writing? So early?"
"Yeah, I skipped a grade," Zhang Manlin said as a matter of fact.
"Skipped a grade, there's another genius…" Wei Liao suddenly felt that this young lady had too many things in common.
"Hey, what's your name?" Zhang Manlin looked at Su Yu and asked out of interest.


Original Synopsis: 
Seven years ago, after their breakup, he disappeared without a trace.
Now, he reappeared on the eve of her wedding, sparing no means in forcing her to marry him… 
With a certificate of marriage, he bound her mercilessly to his side. 
From there, this “Cinderella” began her journey as a wife of the business empire’s heir...
Mrs Huo - composed, sharp-tongued, and freakishly smart.
Mr Qin - wife-spoiler to no end and a complete “slave” to their daughter.
Quality love story, one on one. You are welcome to get hooked on this story with us. 
Stats on QQ Reader: 102 million favorites, and was voted 8.4/10 by 41 thousand readers. 
TL's Note: Probably one of the best stories I've read, and I was very tempted to translate the title to Big D Brings Spring. Girls, I hope you enjoyed it as much as my girlfriend and my female translators who binge read 4000 chapters in about a month. 
For all the guys hesitating to give it a try, you won't regret it. It's a manly book, I swear.

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