Separated by several hundred years, two souls are connected through one journal.

Kirance's journal is blank.
Areo's is filled with her writings.

Kirance longs to leave her seaside village full of scornful eyes.
Areo is the crown prince with a neighboring king out to kill him.

Though magic has faded from his time, by chance the two meet through their conversations on the journal's pages giving each other the strength they need to fight their respective battles. 

Neither is aware of the consequences they are unleashing upon their worlds with each reply until their separate struggles become one all-consuming battle.

[TL/n: I am Happy! Another Chapter]

Orochimaru wasn't affected by their curiosity. He knew how to endure his urge to open it. Although the others were upset, they couldn't force him.


Akabane's clone smiled faintly and tried to lighten up the mood.


"The first 100 customers got a chance to win another prize at the lottery."


"Lottery?"


Orochimaru saw the text on the box and understood it quickly.


"I wish you good luck!"


He doesn't know what the other poster is, but the portrait of the painted person has aroused his heartstrings.


"I wonder who is in his poster..?"


Ryo was secretly curious but didn't dare to ask.


He hadn't read Akabane's comic because he was too busy underestimating him until he realized he was the one who took the loss. But after seeing the poster of Kakashi Hatake, he suddenly forgot his revenge and also got carried away by the situation.


Orochimaru reached in and took out a piece of paper quickly from the box.


"Third prize, small poster…"


Akabane's clone congratulated him. He took out a small size poster from the shelf and handed it to Orochimaru.


This time it was a truly random selection, without prior thought.



 

This time he couldn't help but take a look. Rolling down the poster, Orochimaru saw a fairly handsome male. He had jet black hair and red blood eyes. He wears a symbol of a red fan with a white handle. Orochimaru searched for his name.


Itachi Uchiha.


The clone glanced at it and looked confused. Among many other posters, Orochimaru got him by pure chance?


"what happened?"


Orochimaru found that Akabane's face was a bit strange, and thought there was something wrong with this poster, so he took the drawing of Uchiha Itachi and looked at it carefully, but couldn't see why.


"Nothing, this is a picture of Itachi Uchiha…"


Itachi Uchiha?


The name grabs Ryo's attention, but he tries so hard not to get noticed. Otherwise, they would think that he took an interest in comics.


"Well, I like it a lot, thank you."


Orochimaru bowed politely.


Looking at Orochimaru's poster, Sakumo became excited and also took out his lottery expecting to get something, but unfortunately, it wrote, "Thank you for your patronage."


"I'm sorry, Sakumo, and thank you for your patronage."


Hearing Akabane, Sakumo took out his comic, and the prize poster then stepped aside.


He was jealous of how lucky Orochimaru was, but looking at the poster he got, he didn't think too much about it anymore.


Then, it was Ryo's turn.


He struggled for a long time; there is a clash in his heart.


Look, why was I here again?


I didn't come to buy a comic, and now I felt stupid.


"Look, I'll read it first if I'm not satisfied, I won't pay for it!"


Ryo said with arrogance.


He took a copy from the shelf and turned the first page.


Nine-Tailed Fox!?


"Nine-tailed fox? Isn't this the strongest tailed-beast in the legend?"


Ryo was baffled and couldn't help but keep reading.


On the second page, there was the Third Hokage.


"Is this… an imaginary character?"


Looked uncanny!


The Third Hokage has aged in the comic.


How did he do that?


Ryo was easily absorbed by the story, and he continued for a few pages, didn't bother by his surroundings.


"Ryo-kun, could you first pay for that?"


The clone asked with a smile.


"Ah… right!"


Ryo responded subconsciously and then tried to maintain his calm. After a bit of thinking, he said, "Remember, I came here to challenge you not to buy the comic!"


"Well, then, Ryo-kun, you can still draw a lottery, do you want to use it?"


Akabane's clone pointed to the box.


"I… I'll buy it!"


Ryo shamelessly took out his money and paid the comic.


Please, please let me win a poster…


"Please…"


Ryo reached out and took out a piece of paper.


"Third prize: small poster."


Ryo almost jumps in excitement, but he holds it for fear of being seen by the other.


Akabane handed him the poster.


Ryo opened it up and his eyes gleaming, it was a poster from the same Uchiha Clan, a boy somewhat has a similar face with Itachi Uchiha, and his name is,


Sasuke Uchiha.


"Sasuke?"


Ryo was dazed for a moment, as this is his first time seeing Akabane's drawing.


Was he from the Uchiha Clan?


"My name is Sasuke Uchiha, I hate a lot of things and I don't particularly like anything. What I have is not a dream, because I will make it a reality. I'm going to restore my clan and destroy a certain somebody."


"what did you say?"


Ryo looked blank.


"It's nothing. Just a line suddenly came to mind."


Akabane's clone said lightly.


"Kill?… by the way. Now you should accept my challenge!"


Ryo suddenly remembered his original purpose and quickly put down the comic and poster he just bought, with a solemn expression on his face.



 

"Hey, you've read the comic right, don't you have any insight? For example… a peaceful talk?"


The clone sighed, a little helpless.


"Peaceful, my ass! I want to challenge you!"


His tone became firmer.


"All right, all right, but fighting is not my job task. Wait a minute. I'll bring you to the real Akabane."


Ryo followed the clone unwillingly.


Orochimaru and the others were planning to leave, but seeing there is a drama going to happen they hold their step and follow the two.


Then…


"Well, Ryo-kun, since you've bought my comic, I'll accept your challenge."


Akabane came out from inside. He still looked half-awake and yawning.


Ryo already put his fighting stance.


'Now is the time to witness Akaba's true prowess.'


Orochimaru thought inwardly.


He acknowledges Akabane as his dearest friend and also a strong opponent. This interesting match was the one he couldn't skip because Akabane has never shown strength.


If he can, Akabane doesn't want to get into trouble this time. He just finished opening his store and hasn't had a good sleep the past few days.


That damn clone, why did he allow this kid to cause trouble?


Akabane glanced at the clone and sighed inwardly.


After being humiliated in front of everyone from their last battle, Ryo took a cautious approach. He wouldn't let Akabane take advantage of him this time.


"let's start…"


As soon as Akabane said it, Ryo threw his kunai swiftly.


"Gotcha!"


He saw an image of Akabane taking a clear hit with his kunai.


However, Akabane's body disappeared instantly.


what?


Uchiha Ryo was baffled and watched the surroundings closely


Behind!


He noticed Akabane's position, quickly turned around.


The atmosphere suddenly changed, then he saw Akabane holding kunai, ready to kill him. He felt the pain but no marks or scratches appeared.


"This. this must be an illusion!?"


Ryo was a little too late to notice.


When?


They rushed toward him from another direction, slashing at him with his kunai dreadfully.


"Argh!…"


Feeling the touch of death slicing through his throat, followed by fear, pain, and agony. He couldn't help but scream.


The situation suddenly became silent…


He slowly opened his teary eyes, saw Akabane standing in front of him.


"This is… Hell Viewing Jutsu!"


Ryo's face was pale, and his legs trembled.


The Genjutsu itself was the three basics of chakra usage that lies on yin release, but since Ryo just found that out, he couldn't cancel it immediately.


The Kurama Clan, who has these traits as they are a Kekkei Genkai user, is rare.


" I lost.."


Everyone looked surprised.


"As I said earlier, I don't want to fight.."


Akabane handed over Ryo's comic and posters and lent his hand.


The fight was too fast. He lost again in mere seconds for the second time.


Shame and embarrassment filled his heart, Ryo picked up his comic and posters silently, nodded in thanks, turned around, and hurriedly left the store.


From the very beginning, Akabane had already cast his genjutsu. That's why he accepted the match lightly.


"Akaba-kun… when did you learn Hell Viewing Jutsu?"


Orochimaru was baffled.


"I just learned it.."


Akabane didn't tell a lie. He just finished chapter six and exchanged his points for Hell Viewing Jutsu.


{TL note: I don't know the true name of the Jutsu so name it as such, but what Akabane used was the one Kakashi used on Sakura on their assessment tests}



I, Akabane was graduated from the university of arts & design in the 21st century then suddenly traversed into the Naruto’s world, by bringing my knowledge of arts and my love of Naruto comic I decided to recreate Naruto comic here…

[Ding! Comic System has been activated!]

Great! Ninjutsu? Kekkei Genkai?

As long as I can draw more comics, I would be unmatched!

…Or am I?


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Author: Funeral
Translator: Levaa
Raw Source: sj.uukanshu.com

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Cover, not mine, found it on net-kun. DM me if the owner wants me to remove it and I will.

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It was quiet after lunch time. The wind stopped blowing and the smell of sunshine was intoxicating. 
There weren't any customers in the store, and most of the pets and elfins were still resting and digesting their food. 　　
Lu Yiyun held a pen in her hand, as she mentally struggled.　　
She just started posting a comic series on Weibo about a pet shop. Zhang Zian was certainly the basis of the main character. For now on though, the plot would be about the daily lives of the animals in the pet shop. 
After thinking for a while, she felt that a lot of potential content could be made based on the store. She'd been listening to Zhang Zian as he explained all of his of pet knowledge to customers, and she thought it could be used in her comics.   　
Except that she had to decide if she should go for BL, Boy's Love?　　
BL or couples, these were the two demons fighting in her heart.　　
This wasn't only a matter of the story, but also to the style of her comic. 　　
As a female otaku obsessed with the ACG world, Lu Yiyun had been inevitably exposed to BL and ACGs. Sometimes she had assignments where she had to draw pictures for BL novels. This came to her naturally, as she was planning the plot of her comic.
A regular relationship was not an option. No way, having a boring relationship was worse than not having a relationship at all.　　
She gave some further thought. If it were BL, would Zhang Zian be a top or a bottom?　
Slowly, she forgot the fact that Zhang Zian was only the basis of the character. She was thinking of him as Zhang Zian himself.　
As Lu Yiyun was deciding, Zhang Zian meanwhile had no idea about the crisis and was awaiting his bottom.
He was watching Pi type upstairs, and threw the take-out box aside after he finished eating. He hadn't moved in one hour, and neither had Pi.　　
"Pi, it's time for a break," he reminded, looking at his watch.　
"Eek."　　
Pi nodded halfheartedly, without stopping his typing.　　
It typed then deleted, After I finish this paragraph.　　
It was like this all the time, and would only stop after finishing a story. Zhang Zian didn't get it. According to Pi, it was afraid of interrupting its train of thought, since it was hard to get back on track afterwards.　　
Pi didn't know that Zhang Zian played the game skillfully, and reminded it to take a break 5 to 10 minutes ahead of each time.　　
"Eek."　　
Pi finally stopped and stretched out. Zhang Zian helped it jump off the desk chair, then took it to lie down in its hammock chair. 　　
"Pi, take a good rest. You'd better close your eyes, and stop thinking about the story's plot."　
Zhang Zian grabbed the empty take-out box and stood up to throw it out in the kitchen. Pi grabbed at his clothes as he took a step away.　
"Eek."　　
"What's the matter, Pi?" He stopped and asked.　　
Pi stayed still and pointed at the desk.　　
It just left the computer, so it shouldn't need it again. So...　　
"You want to hold your book?" Zhang Zian guessed.　
Pi shook its head.　　
There was only one possibility left. He took up Pi's glasses and handed them over. It wasn't wearing glasses while writing, which was out of the ordinary. The glasses had stayed on top of the book.　　
Pi took the glasses, then waved at him, asking for him to come closer.　
Zhang Zian had no idea what it was up to, but he still bent down, thinking that it might want to show him something.　　
As he got closer, Pi took the glasses and put it on his nose.　　
"Eek!"　　
It clapped its hands, and laughed.　　
Zhang Zian had never worn glasses before, not even sunglasses. He felt a bit nervous as Pi pushed the glasses towards him with its furry hands. He wasn't afraid of Pi, but he'd heard that myopic glasses or reading glasses could make people with normal eyesight feel dizzy.　　
It turned out that he was just overthinking. As he'd guessed before, the glasses had no prescription. The lenses were clear, and there didn't seem to be any special about it. The world looked the same as before, no gods or ghosts, which made him slightly disappointed.　
He was worried that the glasses might not hold and would fall off any moment. He put his palm under his chin to catch them when they fell. But after a while, the glasses were still firmly on his nose.　　
"What, do I look funny in glasses?"　　
After seeing Pi laughing happily, he thought that it was because he looked funny wearing them.　　
"Eek."　　
Pi shook its head. Its laughter didn't stop.　　
He walked into the bathroom to look at himself in the mirror. He looked more mature and educated.　　
Its construction was very simple. It was short, with a thin metal rod connecting the two oval lenses. The material of the metal was unknown. It was bronze and looked old, with antique designs on it. The lenses were thin, attached to two pieces of metal that supported the nose, and it was the same color as the rod. 　
The glasses felt light, as if it had no weight.　　
Some clip-on glasses were attached to a chain or strap to fix it on clothes, to prevent them from slipping, but this one wasn't.　　
Zhang Zian tried to lower and shake his head. These glasses shouldn't have been able to stay on his nose like this. But strangely, they didn't slip off at all.　　
He walked out the bathroom and laughed. "These glasses are interesting." As he spoke, he started to take them off and give them back to Pi.　
"Eek."　　
Pi quickly waved its hands to stop him, then pointed at the desk.　　
Without a doubt, this time it had to mean the book.　　
Zhang Zian picked up the book and gave it to Pi.　　
Pi didn't take it, but pointed at Zhang Zian's eyes, then at the book.　
"You...want me to read it?" His heart warmed as he spoke.　　
Pi nodded.　　
Zhang Zian wasn't as curious about the untitled book as he was before. He'd read it once, but it was all blank. Galaxy said there were many interesting stories in the book, but Famous could only see blurry words.　
He followed Pi's suggestion and opened up the book. He turned to a random page and lowered his head to read.　　
What was going on?　　
With only one glance, his palms and back immediately got sweaty. The book was no longer blank, but filled with countless English characters, so many that it made him dizzy.　　
He turned to the next page, and it was the same. Countless letters filled the page.　
The next page, then the next. They were all like that.　　
Each page of the book was full of English letters, without punctuation, empty lines, or paragraphs. There wasn't even a single space.　　
Was this a book?　　
If this was a book, how was he supposed to read it?　　
It would be fine it that was the only issue. Old Chinese literature had no punctuation either, and the reader had to interpret the punctuation themselves. The problem was these letters were meaningless! He knew every single one of them, but they didn't make words when they were connected. He searched the whole page, but couldn't find a single word that he knew, except the letter "a", which was also a word on its own.　　
Did he not know enough words?　　
Or was this not English at all?　　
Zhang Zian flipped through one page after another, until his eyes started hurting. He stopped at a random page, and finally found an English word that he knew: shop.　　
There were countless "z'" before "shop", followed by "shopa", then "shopaa", "shopaaa" and "shopaaaa". For as long as he kept flipping, "shop" was followed by countless "a".
He closed his eyes and the book to give his eyes a break. After a few moments, he opened up the book again.　　
This time, he found another word that he knew: play.　　
"Play" was preceded by countless "z", followed by "playa", "playaa", "playaaa", and "playaaaa".  The pages after were filled by numerous "a". 
He closed the book then opened it again.　　
Sometimes, after repeating the cycle a few times, the same letter would appear, such as "c", "f", or "t".　　
What did it feel like to read a page filled with the same letter over and over again? Now he knew.　　
At the same time, he noticed something else. He could turn to a random page of the book, but as long as he continued flipping the page, the pages on both sides neither increased or decreased, as if he could keep turning the page until the end of time. 　　
He tried to skip pages, and turned two, three, or four pages at a time, but no matter how he turned the pages, new pages appeared after, and old pages disappeared from before. The balance was precisely maintained. The thickness on both sides stayed the same as the way book was initially opened, unless you closed the book and opened it again.
This was an infinite book.　　
This was not a book that a human could read.　　
He could feel the blood flow leaving his head. His face must be as pale as a ghost right now. He closed the book and shut his eyes. He couldn't read any longer. After reading for a short while, his head felt like it was going to explode and his eyes were aching. The lunch he ate not long ago was churning in his stomach, and he felt like he was about to throw up.　
"Eek?"　　
Pi sounded panicked. One of its furry little hands grabbed his own hand and started shaking it.　
The nausea was slowly going away. Zhang Zian opened his eyes, a cold sweat covering his forehead.　　
Pi stared at him nervously, and gestured to ask him how he was doing.　
"Pi, I'm fine." He smiled reluctantly, took off the glasses, and handed it back to Pi along with the untitled book. "This is such a magical book. Thanks for letting me see it. My curiosity is satisfied." 　
Again, Pi didn't take them. It stretched its hand, and pushed the book and glasses back to him, then pointed at his chest.　
"What's that?"　　
This time, Zhang Zian could no longer guess what it was trying to say. Was Pi asking him to keep reading? His life would be in danger if he kept on reading.　　
Pi seemed to have had enough rest. It raised its arms to let Zhang Zian put it to the chair. Then it typed in a Word file, If I'm not around anymore, you can keep the book and glasses.　
He was astonished as he read these words. His heart ached with sadness.
Pi and its book were from two separate faiths. Even if Pi disappeared, the nameless book would still exist. It might have a premonition that its days were numbered, and the Strength of Faith was not strong enough to maintain its existence. That's why it wanted to leave its most cherished possession to him.　　
This was a book about life, the universe, and everything else. He used to be incredibly curious about the book and wanted to read it so badly. But after reading it today, he wished that he hadn't.　　
"Pi, what nonsense are you talking?" He tried to hold back the sadness in his heart, and smiled. "How can you not be around anymore? Don't you want to go out and travel? Don't forget that there are 60 readers online, waiting to read your book and follow your story. Plus me and the other elfins. We all want to know what happens to us in your story."　　
He tried to change the subject by playing dumb.　　
Pi looked at him emotionally, then typed: If I'm not around anymore, help me write the story. I don't want to disappoint the readers.　
Zhang Zian's smile slowly froze. He could tell that Pi was serious.　
"No." He slowly shook his head and declined. "This is your story, and you have to finish it. I've never been good at Chinese ever since I was young, and my writing was often read in front of the class as bad examples, not to mention me trying to write novels. If I'm the one writing the novel, the readers will be more disappointed."　
He could not allow Pi to give up hope and lose its morale, especially as it was developing ideas of passing on its possessions. In movies, a lot of the die-hard communist believers were only willing to die after making the last payment of their communist party membership fee...
Pi pointed at the nameless book and the glasses, then typed, It's easy to write novels. If you don't know something, just look it up from the book."　
Zhang Zian shook his hands. "No way. I was about to talk about this. I read it for a while with the glasses, and it almost made me vomit. 99.99% of the content in the book is just meaningless clutters of letters. The time I spend finding out what one plus one is with the book is enough to get myself a PhD in mathematics."　　
He thought earlier that it was easy for Pi to write a novel, and all it needed to do was to look in the book for anything it didn't know about. Now he realized that he was very wrong. It was harder to get information from that book than it was retrieving a needle from the ocean.　　
As for the book, even if his life was in danger, even if Pi told him there were pictures of naked women in it, he would not take a second look into it.　
"Pi, stop your wild thoughts." He encouraged it and diverted the subject. "So, did you finish your new chapter? Upload it if you did. I'm sure the three readers would be thrilled to see their names in the novel."　　
After seeing that he wouldn't accept the book and clip-on glasses, Pi nodded in disappointment, and opened the author's page on the website, ready to upload new chapters.　　
A new message popped up. What was that?　　
Zhang Zian bent down closer to the screen, to read it with Pi.　　
"Hello, this is to inform you that your story Pet King will be promoted on Sunday afternoon into the popular urban category. Please keep updating. Pi, your novel is getting promoted by the website!" He excitedly pressed on Pi's shoulder.　　
"Eek."　　
Pi smiled. It was happy too, but not as happy as Zhang Zian. It had been disappointed too many times for it to hope again.　　
"I think we should start working on it." Zhang Zian rubbed his hands together, eagerly thinking about how he could turn things around for Pi through this rare opportunity.
His cell phone rang then. It was a text from Sun Xiaomeng, asking him to drop by her clinic to discuss something.　　
"Pi, I have to head out for some business. I'll be back soon. Go on with your next chapter," he said in a hurry.　　
Pi grabbed him and typed, If I don't exist anymore, please don't forget me.　
Zhang Zian stood still for some time, then nodded in silence.　　



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

Orochimaru didn't affect by their curiosity. He knew how to endure the urge to open it. Although the others were upset, they couldn't force him.
Akabane's clone smiled faintly and tried to lighten up the mood.
"The first 100 costumers got a chance to win another prize at the lottery."
"Lottery?"
Orochimaru saw the text on the box and understood quickly.
"I wish you good luck!"
He doesn't know what his poster is, but the portrait of the painted person has aroused his heartstrings.
"I wonder who is in his poster..?"
Ryuu secretly curious, but didn't dare to ask.
He hadn't read Akabane's comic because he was too busy underestimated him until he realized he was the one who took the loss. But after seeing the poster of Kakashi Hatake, he suddenly forgot his revenge and got carried away by the situation.
Orochimaru reached in and took out a piece of paper quickly from the box.
"Third prize, small poster…"
Akabane's clone congratulated him. He took out a small size poster from the shelf and handed it to Orochimaru.
This time it was a truly random selection, without prior thought.
I could help but took a look. Orochimaru saw a fairly handsome male. He had jet black hair and red blood eyes. He wears a symbol of a red fan with a white handle. Orochimaru searched for his name.
Itachi Uchiha.
The clone glanced at it and look confused. Among many other posters, Orochimaru got him by pure chance?
"what happened?"
Orochimaru found that Akabane's face was different, and thought there was something wrong with this poster, so he took the drawing of Uchiha Itachi and looked at it carefully, but couldn't see why.
"Nothing, this is a picture of Itachi Uchiha..."
Itachi Uchiha?
The name catches Ryuu's attention, but he tried so hard not to get bothered. Otherwise they would know that he took an interest in comics.
Shameful!
"Well, I like it a lot, thank you."
Orochimaru bowed politely.
Got excited by Orochimaru's poster, Sakumo also took out his lottery expecting to get something, but unfortunately, it wrote, "Thank you for your patronage."
"I'm sorry, Sakumo, and thank you for your patronage."
Sakumo took out his comic, and the door prize poster then steps aside.
He still looked jealous of Orochimaru, but he was very satisfied with the door prize.
Then, it was Ryuu's turn.
He struggled for a long time; there is a clash in his heart.
Look, why was I here again?
I didn't come to buy a comic, and now I felt stupid.
"Look, I'll read it first if I'm not satisfied, I won't pay for it!"
Ryuu said with arrogance.
He took a copy from the shelf and turned the first page.
Nine-Tailed Fox!?
"Nine-tailed fox? Isn't this the strongest tailed-beast in the legend?"
Ryuu was baffled and couldn't help but keep reading.
On the second page, there was the Third Hokage.
"Is this... an imaginary character?"
Looked uncanny!
The Third Hokage looked aged on the comic.
How did he do that?
Ryuu easily absorbed by the story, and he continued for a few pages, didn't bother by his surrounding.
"Ryuu-kun, could you first pay for that?"
The clone asked with a smile.
"Ah... absolutely!"
Ryuu responded subconsciously and then tried to maintain his calm. After a bit relaxes, he said, "Remember, I came here to challenge you!"
"Well, then, Ryuu-kun, you can still draw a lottery, do you want to use it?"
Akabane's clone pointed to the box.
"I... I'll buy it!"
Ryuu shamelessly took out his money and paid the comic.
Please, please let me win a poster...
"Please..."
Ryuu reached out and took out a piece of paper.
"Third prize: small poster."
Ryuu almost jumps in excitement, but he holds it for fear of being seen by the other.
Akabane handed him the poster.
Ryuu opened it up and his eyes gleaming, it was a poster from the same Uchiha Clan, a boy somewhat has a similar face with Itachi Uchiha, and his name is,
Sasuke Uchiha.
"Sasuke?"
Ryuu was dazed of a moment, as this is his first time seeing Akabane's drawing.
Was he from Uchiha Clan?
"My name is Sasuke Uchiha, as I'm going to restore my clan and kill a certain someone."
"what did you say?"
Ryuu looked blank.
"It's nothing. Just a line suddenly came to mind."
Akabane's clone said lightly.
"Kill?... by the way. Now you should accept my challenge!"
Ryuu suddenly remembered his original purpose and quickly put down the comic and poster he just bought, with a solemn expression on his face.
"Hey, you've read the comic right, don't you have any insight? For example... a peaceful talk?"
The clone sighed, a little helpless.
"Peaceful, my ass! I want to challenge you!"
His tone became firmer.
"All right, all right, but fighting is not my job desk. Wait a minute. I'll bring you to the real Akabane."
Ryuu followed the clone unwillingly.
Orochimaru and the others were going to leave, and now Ryuu felt a bit lonely.
Then...
"Well, Ryuu-kun, since you've bought my comic, I'll accept your challenge."
Akabane came out from inside. He still looked half-awake and yawning.
Ryuu already put his fighting stance.
"Akaba, I'll stay for the match to see your true color."
Orochimaru said inwardly.
He acknowledges Akabane as his dearest friend and also a strong opponent. This interesting match was the one he couldn't skip because Akabane has never shown strength.
If he can, Akabane doesn't want to get into trouble this time. He just finished opened his store and haven't had a good sleep the past few days.
That damn clone, why did he allowed this kid to cause trouble?
Akabane glanced at the clone and sighed inwardly.
After being humiliated in front of everyone, Ryuu took a cautious approach. He wouldn't let Akabane took advantage of him this time.
"let's start…"
As soon as Akabane said it, Ryuu threw his kunai swiftly.
"Gotcha!"
He saw an image of Akabane took a clear hit with his kunai.
However, Akabane's body disappeared instantly.
But what?
Uchiha Ling was baffled and watched the surroundings closely
Behind!
He noticed Akabane's position, quickly turned around.
The atmosphere suddenly change, then he saw Akabane holding kunai, intentionally killing him. He felt the pain but no marks or scratches.
"This. this must be an illusion!?"
Ryuu was a little too late to notice.
When?
The rushed toward him from another direction slashing him with his kunai dreadfully.
"Argh!..."
Felt the touch of death slicing through his throat, followed by fear, pain, and agony. He couldn't help but screamed.
The situation suddenly became silent…
He slowly opened his teary eyes, saw Akabane stood in front of him.
"This is... Hell Viewing Jutsu!"
Ryuu's face was pale, and his legs trembled.
The Genjutsu itself was the three basics of chakra usage that lies on yin release, but since Ryuu just found out that he couldn't cancel it.
The Kurama Clan, who has these traits as they are a Kekkei Genkai user, are rare.
Is this the end?
Everyone looked surprised, Ryuu was speechless, and he admitted his loss…
"As I said earlier, I don't want to fight.."
Akabane handed over Ryuu's comic and posters and lent his hand.
The fight was too fast. He lost again in mere seconds for the second time.
Shame and embarrassment filled his heart, Ryuu picked up his comic and posters silently, nodded thanks, turned around, and hurriedly left the store.
From the very beginning, Akabane had already cast his genjutsu. That's why he accepted the match lightly.
"Akaba-kun... when did you learn Hell Viewing Jutsu?"
Orochimaru was baffled.
"I just learned it.."
Akabane didn't tell a lie. He just finished chapter six, and the exchange his points for Hell Viewing Jutsu.

I, Akabane was graduated from the university of arts & design in the 21st century then suddenly traversed into the Naruto’s world, by bringing my knowledge of arts and my love of Naruto comic I decided to recreate Naruto comic here…
[Ding! Comic System has been activated!]
Great! Ninjutsu? Kekkei Genkai?
As long as I can draw more comics, I would be unmatched!
…Or am I?
This novel was translated by SystemTranslation, please visit their site for more chapters.

After a brisk walk at the park, Peter Jackson eventually stopped over a corner to buy the daily newspaper, Le Sommiel. The headline was about a terrorist attack at Paris. "1,000 deaths during Paris terrorist attack". He scanned through the pages and reached to the sports section. Nothing was interesting but football, but his team lost. Saddened by the news, he turned to the end of the paper and read a few lines of a comic strip, tried to guess the words and arranged it mentally on his image to fit the boxes of a crossword puzzle. The mental image of the front page bothered him and he then made a sudden reaction. "I need to leave!"


The woman behind him, holding a pitbull, suddenly looked at him, puzzled. "Can I pass? You're blocking my way." There was no reaction from Peter but standing still with his arms flexed. "Excuse me, Can you please let me have the newspaper too?" 

Peter replied in a blank stare "Ok, Ma'am" as he moved to the left, leaning to the light stand with his right hand pushing against it.

"There are terrorists!" He added.

"I heard you, Sir Peter Jackson." announced in a monotone voice coming from a 2×2 mobile phone on speaker mode attached  on his chest vest.

As the woman got the newspaper and said something french to the kiosk attendant, two 6-inches tall male in black uniform approached Peter. "Sir, we need you to come with us."

Peter then put back the newspaper to the kiosk and followed the two uniformed men to the Mercedez benz SUV.

"Your flight is at 6pm. We need you to take your luggage prepared for your flight at ******** hotel." 
A note was posted on the front of a notebook given to him by one of the uniformed man.

The SUV went on to the trainstation at Metro 3, and another passenger went in at a full stop.

"I'm glad you're going to the airport, Sir Koufghani. Finally, you made it on time and just here with us, is Peter Jackson." The driver made a sudden open gesture to look at the backseat with his hands on the back of the front row seat. "We need to rush, put on your seatbelt, the police is on their way."

"Peter, I will have to get that notebook. I am one of the officers in charge for an assignment here but due to the terrorist attack, my team got dissembled. I still need to look for each one and see if they were kidnapped or there was a technology bug that disrupted our communication signals. Can you look for the code reference of your booking? Here, use my phone. If the power ran out, you can charge it by the receptionist and leave it there for me to collect afterwards. You need to confirm your details and get a seat on the aisle. A woman in red with a light maroon scarf will talk to you and please pretend you are hitting on her. She will slap you and call for the flight attendant's attention. The moment, one of the blonde flight attendants speaks french with you, say, Oui. She will give you a notice and write down your room number. Change your hotel. Write down the code. She will know what to do afterwards."

Peter handed the notebook to Koufghani. Silent, he flipped a few pages and then, boxed him on the face. Koufghani, evaded the punch. He grabbed Peter's hand and again, shouted, "You fool! I'm the one hired for your bachelor's party."

James Crosby wasn't an athlete, a scholar or even a guy with any real achievements under his belt. He just really enjoyed comic books. After he graduated from high school he only worked to fuel his comic book buying habits. Every six months his moment to shine came at the big comic book convention that came to town. He was a wizard at finding bargains and predicting the next big comic books to collect. Many of the shop owners would seek him out for his opinions at the shows. Other collectors even started to take an interest in what he was buying in order to sniff potential winners. That's why it wasn't surprising when in a dark corner of the winter comic convention a completely unknown new comic startup with a single title desperately waved him over to have a look. 

James smirked at the comic. He picked it up and started to flip through the pages. In a haughty voice, he commented, "The cover isn't bold enough to draw attention, the splash page was boring and the action is bogged down by the simplicity of the villains. Your heroes are too weak to protect the people, it makes them seem less like heroes and more like regular people trying to fight crime."

The man running the booth frowned and then said, "But the idea was that it was a world that would evolve over time. The heroes would grow stronger as the villains adapted to them."

James shook his head and frowned, "I don't know man, I'm sorry but I think you started this out too slow. The art is pretty good, and the story seems decent enough, but it needs a bigger start to really draw enough attention to blow up. I might check in again once you build the world up. It's just not one I'd follow as it is." 

The man running the booth said, "Alright, I thank you for taking the time to look. I'll take your ideas and run with them, take that book on me as payment for helping me make a better story."

James smiled and said, "I will, maybe at the next con, you'll have the book that really shocks the con."

After hearing James slam the book, most of the big time collectors completely ignored the man's booth. He only managed to sell a couple of his books as a result. The man seemed to stare daggers into James all day any time he passed by. 

James managed to buy a few dozen books at a decent price and felt as if he had won the lottery as he looked through his new found treasures. He stood at a friend's comic book booth and started to talk up what he found. "Look, dude, I got a copy of X-men number two sixty-six out of a guy's twenty-five cent box in mint! Not only that, I found a second print copy of TMNT for two hundred and fifty that's at least high mint. The guy was just trying to cover his cost for attending the show and took half of what he was asking originally."

His friend Matt was a tall lanky man with sunken cheeks. He had a slight belly and wore a Wolverine t-shirt and khaki pants. He blinked his eyes and said in a shocked nasal toned voice, "Two-fifty! I'll give you five hundred right now if you'll let it go, I can put that up in my shop for eight at least!"

James looked at his friend for a few long seconds and then nodded and smiled, "Alright, Matt, you got it. But throw in a copy of Batman number six oh nine and you got a deal!" 

Matt raised an eyebrow and then asked, "You know something about that issue you aren't telling me, dude? It's not a high-value comic."

James just shrugged and said, "Just liked the cover."

Matt frowned and then traded books with James and grumbled, "Every time we do deal I feel like you are ripping me off, even though I am supposed to be the one ripping you off."

James laughed and then gave a wave as he took the money and his bag of treasures and made his way to the exit. He was leaving with the same amount of money he walked in with and a bag of comics that left a huge grin on his face. He felt like he was the king of the world as walked past a line of people dressed as their favorite superheroes. James shook his head at them. He always found the costumes to be wrong somehow like they were trying too hard to match the look of the comic instead of the idea behind the suits. His mind began to wander as he imagined how he would make a super costume if he was a hero. 

James got into his car, a peach-colored 1982 AMC Eagle station wagon that was too ugly for words. The floors of his car were littered with fast food trash and empty soda cans. He set his new comic book treasures on the passenger seat that almost never saw a body occupying it. James made the short trip from the convention center to his studio apartment in record time. He was too excited for words as he managed to grab two comics that would fill gaps in his collection basically for free thanks to his wheeling and dealing. Walking into his apartment all that could be seen were rows of stacked white comic book boxes. On another wall was an array of Batman comic books with a single hole in the middle which James walked over and thumb tacked the new book into the hole with a satisfied sigh. 

James laid down on his bed and picked up the new books he bought and then for some reason the book he had been given for free grabbed his attention. He decided to give the story a proper read now that he wasn't distracted. Aside from the things he brought up at the show he felt like the story was somehow more compelling than he thought at the time he skimmed it at the show. It was a story about people who woke up to find that they could level themselves up by doing things. The idea was that each time they completed an action they would notice a small number pop up in the corner of their vision. After a while, they would start to notice that their skills and abilities were growing fast. Eventually turning them into what could only be described as a superhero.

James snorted in disbelief and then shook his head. He thought about all of the superheroes he followed, most of them either had genius intellects or teachers who trained them to be superior warriors. They weren't just regular people. He thought of what it would be like for him to have that kind of ability. He shook his head and laughed, saying out loud, "If I had a system like that I wouldn't stick my fucking neck out to help people that's just bat shit crazy."

James couldn't get the idea out of his head, it was running through his mind like a virus. He just wanted to sleep but it was killing him that the comic he read was so flawed he didn't know exactly what the flaw was so he kept rethinking it over and over. It wasn't the skill itself, it was the motivation. Just having skill and ability wouldn't motivate a hero. He thought of Batman and how his parents were killed causing him to seek vengeance. Or how Spider-man had to see his Uncle killed to motivate him. The Punisher lost his family. The mutants from the X-Men were all trying to save their kind from extinction and build up a good impression from regular people. Superman lost his entire planet. The characters in this comic book he was given were just regular people who had no motivation to be more than who they were. 

James eventually drifted off to sleep. A voice in the blackness spoke softly, "Initiating transformation. Power system loaded. Experience system loaded. Character creation successful. Motivation system progress 1%. Starting wake-up mode in ten, nine, eight, seven. The voice grew softer and softer until James saw daylight once again. He shook his head and thought, "What an odd dream." He yawned and stretched out he swiftly turned his head as he thought he saw something move out of the corner of his eye. A small red number "+1" hung in the corner of his vision for a split second. He shook his head again only to see another "+1" drift off. He moved his arm wildly and another "+1" appeared. That was when he noticed something off about his apartment. The comic books on the wall had changed. The familiar names were gone and replaced with names that similar yet different.

He shouted out, "Alright real funny, I don't know which of you it is, but I want my real collection back and if I find even a single damaged book you are getting sued!" 

Once again a "+1" popped up in the corner of his eye.

James shook his head and frowned, he checked the time and knew it was time to get to work, he didn't have time to play around with the jokesters. He quickly showered and dressed in his uniform and then sped off to work. The little "+1" that kept popping up was very annoying to James, but he did his best to ignore it. When he got to work he felt something was off as the name of the restaurant on the sign was spelled oddly. He looked up and frowned, "Burger Kang? Is this part of the joke?" He looked across the street and noticed that the place across from them had a different sign as well. He blinked and rubbed his eyes and asked, "MacRonalds?" 

He walked inside starting to feel confused. He recognized all of his coworkers but the menu boards were all changed subtly so that at first glance it was normal but things were just slightly named differently. Instead of a whopper they now sold a whapper. He noticed a newspaper no longer said New York Times, instead, it had New City Times written at the top of the page, he grabbed one of his coworkers and asked, "Dude, is it just me or does this place look different today?"

His coworker laughed and said, "Yeah man, those graveyard shift bastards didn't mop, Ralphie threw a fit this morning. You got mop duty bro, wouldn't slack it off today. He's in that kind of mood." 

James grabbed the mop and started to do his job. He noticed that as he worked his level of skill with mopping rapidly improved to the point that the floors looked like they were being professionally cleaned. The manager came out of his office and stared in amazement as James mopped effortlessly but cleaned the floors back to a new like appearance. He grinned broadly and said, "Great work Jimmy. Thanks for busting ass on these floors. The rest of you bums should take your example from Jimmy."

Everyone stared daggers at James who could only smile and shrug. It went like that all day, anything he worked on would become incredibly easy to him if he did it long enough. All the time the "+1" would appear. By the time he was done with his shift, his coworkers were no longer speaking to him because he had raised the bar for every job in the restaurant to the point they felt like they could no longer meet expectations. Even Ralphie the manager started to feel insecure about his position. 

James went to start his car and of course, it wouldn't start. He popped the hood and climbed out hoping he could figure out what was wrong with it. When he opened the hood he was shocked to find the entire motor missing. It was as if it had been completely torn out. He spun around looking in all directions as his heart pounded, he suddenly felt very unsafe. He thought about his work today and decided to try running home, maybe he would get better at running if he did that. 

James ran as if someone was chasing him, and just like with his work today he slowly improved at running until it was effortless for him. He managed to run the four miles back to his house in half an hour. For a guy who hadn't done any running in years, he felt like he had accomplished an impossible feat. In fact, he knew for certain that was the furthest he had ever run and when he got home he felt the same way he did at the end of his workday. Slightly tired but still capable of doing more. He looked across the street at the twenty-four-hour gym and decided to find out if the thought scratching at the back of his head was real. 

After he went home and changed, he walked over to the gym and then up to the counter and asked the girl there, "Hi, I was wondering what it costs to get a membership here?" 

The girl smiled happily and said, "Well, why don't you try out the gym first and see if it's what you need. After you work out, we can talk about our membership plans." 

He smirked and nodded, "Thank you, I think I will." He walked inside and started doing a circuit through the gym. Just as he thought each machine became easier and easier the more he exercised on it. He looked in the mirror and noticed that his body was slowly but visibly changing. When he walked into the gym he was still the same skin and bones scrawny looking man that he had been since he graduated from high school years earlier. But just an hour in the gym and he already had started to appear like someone who had been working out for years. James stared in disbelief at the image in the mirror. He looked down at his arms and could see defined musculature. He looked at the machines and suddenly found himself obsessed with them. He would use each machine until he was at its maximum weight and then move to the next. By the time he completed a full circuit of the gym he looked like a bodybuilder. He was staring in awe at the image of himself in the mirror, his clothes were stretched to the point of nearly ripping. He noticed that the sun was starting to come up and realized he had spent the entire night at the gym.

When he walked up to the counter the same girl was yawning and stretching while saying to another girl, "I had a skinny guy come in last night I haven't seen him leave yet, I hope he didn't hurt himself."

He walked up in front of her and said, "Hi, I tried out the gym here, it was ok, but I think I need a gym with more weights. Thank you for the trial though." 

She looked at him like it was the first time she had seen him and asked, "I'm sorry, but did we already speak? I don't recall when you came in." 

He chuckled and said, "Skinny guy that you were worried would hurt himself." 

She stared in disbelief as he walked out. The girl next to her snorted derisively and said, "Girl you need to lower your standards. Not every guy can be as big as a powerlifter. That guy was totally ripped."

James walked to his apartment and sat down on his bed. He suddenly felt his adrenaline kick in as he searched for the comic book he picked up at the con. He found it and immediately opened it only to find that the pages were all blank. The picture on the cover changed to a picture of himself lifting weights and growing stronger. The splash page changed to a picture of him mopping at Burger Kang. The next page showed him running after finding that his car had been sabotaged. Then it was him lifting weights in the gym rapidly building his body by doing each exercise. He stammered and said, "Fuck this, I am not a hero, I have no motivation to be a hero!"

He tossed the comic off his bed and collapsed back on it with a sigh. Maybe he could call in sick, he only had four hours until it was time to work again and he still hadn't slept. He closed his eyes and fell into a dreamless sleep.

The story of a Comic Book Collector who is brought to a world where he finds out that he is one of the special people who can earn experience and level up to become a superhero.

The next day, Dusty was up early so he can get ready for school, He goes down stairs to eat breakfast before he leaves "Good morning Dusty" his mom said while flipping pancakes, dusty replied "morning mom, I'm gonna run over to Michaels house to pick up my comic". Dusty ate his breakfast very fast because Michael was leaving for a trip that very morning. As soon as dusty reached His house he pulled his back pack from one shoulder to the other because his arm was tired.He looked up at the house and he noticed that it looked very different from the last time he was there. He stopped to think before he rand the door bell, " huh that's weird Michael never had two slants on his roof, and his lawn was always freshly cut very morning". Dusty ran up to the door and rang the door bell two times and waited for the door to open, the lock slowly clicked and the door opened inch by inch until it was half way open. A middle aged women was at the door way looking down at dusty with her sharp eyes, she spoke with a depth in her voice "how may I help you?" Dusty has never seen that women at Michael's house before, he didn't know whether she was a family member or a friend, " she certainly doesn't look like Michael THAT'S for sure"  Dusty finely found the courage to respond to the women, " Hi I'm dusty, Michaels friend? I came to get my comic that I let him borrow" He said with little confidence, the women replied " Michael? There is no Michael here Now scram!" She closed the door fast before he got a chance to ask where his comic was. Dusty turned around to get back on his bike when something caught his eye, it was the comic. It had been half buried in the dirt. " I wonder how it got here" dusty said to himself. Dusty noticed that the book was a bit heavier, he flipped the page 101 where the book should have ended but there were a ten added pages. When Dusty looked at the added pages his face turned pale. Dusty was looking down at the face of Michael smiled gently in the background of the page.....

　　Here is here, the new issue of Shuiyuan Magazine!" "Waiting for a week, finally it was released. I was so appetite of Shuixin comics that I couldn't help but buy a few junk magazines for the new release. I went to see the racing comics."
　　"How? I have also heard that several small and medium-sized comic companies in the Magic City have launched a lot of racing comics recently, but those comic companies have insufficient influence. The sales channels are several provinces around the Magic City. I don't have one here, or I'll buy it too!"
　　"Don't say it, I got a spicy chicken. The plot and the like clearly mimic the style of the initial D, but I dare not copy it obviously for fear of getting a lawsuit. So I added some inexplicable plots, which seemed too embarrassing... It's okay to look at it from the front, but compared to the sense of expectation that the initial D brings to me, it's far behind! It's just this This work.... There are only twenty pages of comics in this week, and the story is broken every week by the teacher.... I really take it!"
　　"Me too ! In the past, a person who was not interested in cars felt that driving was boring and boring. Now, after reading the initial D, he habitually drives and takes a look at the teacup on the car to see if the water in it turns around. Once I I drove to eat, and opened the lid of the cup to play. After a sharp turn, the water inside spilled out and spilled on my lap. After arriving at the place, my friend said whether I was peeing my pants in the car... It was really shameful that day!" In
　　a forum, people who were absent from work or had nothing to do that morning not only posted pictures to show off that they had purchased the Water Edge Journal, but also started chatting by the way.
　　Many fans of the initial D and Shuixin also started to lively.
　　.....
　　Initial D Chapter 7 closely follows the plot at the end of Chapter 6, and the title is "Communication War"!
　　After the countdown to the start of the REDRUNS staff game.
　　The FD of Keisuke Takahashi and the AE86 driven by Takumi Fujiwara started together.
　　Here comes, fans who saw the initial D here are finally relieved.
　　This Shui Xin finally didn't have to be frantic enough to count down ten seconds before the game, and he entered the game rhythm directly from the beginning.
　　In this picture of the start of the two cars, Keisuke Takahashi's FD only changed gear once, while Takumi Fujiwara quickly changed the fourth gear. From this we can see the difference in performance between the two cars.
　　After the start, Keisuke Takahashi's FD quickly opened up the distance from AE86, and quickly left AE86 behind....
　　What will happen next in the plot?
　　Fans of Ryukoku's initial D only know that Takuumi Fujiwara is strong through the foreshadowing of the previous plot, but he does not have an intuitive understanding of how strong he is.
　　Normally speaking, it is impossible for the 350-horsepower FD to lose to the 150-horsepower AE86, but this is a comic, and readers naturally expect the protagonist to achieve the impossible.
　　However, even so, their hearts are still a little nervous at this moment.
　　But after a few pages of comics, with Takahashi Ryosuke's analysis of the 86's start, and Takahashi Kesuke's sentence "That 86, it will no longer appear in my rearview mirror!"
　　The first curve in the manga appeared...
　　Fujiwara Takumi, who was manipulating the steering wheel with his cheek in one hand, finally adjusted his posture and his expression became a little serious. 　　Fujiwara Takumi hit the steering wheel directly, braked, shifted gears, and entered this corner at a high speed. 　　On the next page of the comic, the entire page is the scene of this 86 turning into a corner. 　　The whole car drifted into a bend, and the rear of the car almost clung to the mountain road fence from the screen. The expressions of passers-by who watched the battle at the bend changed drastically, and subconsciously retreated thinking that the 86 would hit it. 　　But in fact... the 86 in the comics is on the next page, exiting the corner at high speed and heading forward. 　　"This is the first corner. The 86's tangent is so powerful. It's less than five centimeters from the guardrail..."

　　"I've never seen anyone entering a corner at this speed..."
　　The intercom in Fujiwara Ryosuke's hand came from his teammates surprised.
　　The emotions of the fans of the initial D were suddenly mobilized. Seeing the first turn of 86, there was only one thought in their hearts.
　　Awesome!
　　Although Chu Yu doesn't make any changes to the plot of the comic, it is difficult for Chu Yu to say that his understanding must be better than the original.
　　But since he is the manga porter selected by the system in the Dragon Kingdom, he should at least favor his own preferences in terms of character modeling and screen performance.
　　At least in the Dragon Kingdom, since the initial D has been serialized, almost no one complains about the ugly characters in the comics. Between the exquisite comic style and the realistic style, Chu Yu found a balance according to her own preferences.
　　Otherwise, I'm afraid the original style of initial D may dissuade a lot of fanfare.
　　As for the performance of the racing screen, Chu Yu also modified some of his own, to highlight the speed and power of the screen.
　　For this reason, when the fans of Longguo Manga saw the comics, they received a full sense of impact. Just a few pages of comics directly let them enter the plot and indulge in the racing game... ..In
　　the plot, after a few turns, Keisuke Takahashi, who looks serious, trying to defeat this humiliating AE86, was brutally beaten in just a few pages of comics... ..
　　In his rearview mirror, AE86 turned on the lights, quickly caught up with him, and after a corner, it basically clung to his FD.
　　Just as the walkie-talkie announcer in the comic said that the 86 entered the corner at high speed, and then exited the corner at high speed, just looking at it makes people shudder.
　　The comic readers who were impacted by the intense plot and the tension-filled images suddenly got goosebumps.
　　Is this tm's mountain track race?
　　Is it the exaggerated performance in the comics or the mountain road race in reality? Does the reality really exist as a powerful driver like Fujiwara Takumi?
　　But no matter what the situation is...the fans here have a feeling in their hearts.
　　This is too good to see, it is worth waiting for a week to wait for this story to be serialized.
　　In the manga, Keisuke Takahashi's sweating head contrasts with the leisurely look of Fujiwara Takumi while driving with one hand.
　　The moment FD was overtaken by the AE86, he couldn't get rid of it again.
　　Even if it stretches the distance on a straight line, 86 can always catch up on the curve on the Akina mountain with many curves.
　　This is no wonder, after all, FD cannot drive full horsepower in a straight line when running a curve. In this case, the contest on the curve is a technical contest between the drivers. Otherwise, such a race would be boring.
　　If there are many corners, the speed of these two cars should not be particularly fast!
　　Although the drawings in the comics are more impactful, but after all there are so many corners, the road is so narrow, and the road drifts around the corners, in fact, the speed of the two cars should be 60 or 70 kilometers per hour!
　　Many fans who claim to be master drivers on weekdays use their own situation to measure the two people in the comics.
　　It's just that... Readers who thought this way were quickly beaten in the face.
　　The two cars in the comics ran through corners one after another.
　　And in a certain screen, UU reading www.uukanshu.com Chu Yu copied the original work and gave a speed of 86 running on the mountain road at this time... a speed of one hundred and forty kilometers per hour.
　　On a two-lane wide and descending curve, descend at such a speed...Drift with one hand.
　　Those fans who thought it was just a mountain road and the two cars were not fast were all at once dumbfounded.
　　This... is too exaggerated. I dare not drive so fast on the highway. I am afraid of flying. You drive down the mountain like this?
　　Nima, is this a person?
　　It's really like the lines in the comics describing Fujiwara Takumi.
　　Is the fear of going down the mountain paralyzed?
　　Many comic fans who thought it was an exaggerated performance in the comics went to search for relevant racing reports in reality...have doubts about their own car skills.
　　It seems that the situation in the comics is not an exaggeration. If you are an expert, it is indeed possible to go down the mountain at such a speed.
　　What kind of car does the person drive? Your Takumi is 86!
　　This is the same as when you use an unmodified car to drift on a mountain road in reality. If the performance of the vehicle is too poor, then it is likely to be turned into a ditch, and you will definitely not be handsome!

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　Chu Yu, a senior two-dimensional fan, a dead house in the eyes of others, and a cheating comic book author in the eyes of readers!
On that day, he obtained the system that carries many excellent comic works on the parallel world earth... and
began his life as a comic artist who considered himself a legend, but was actually a silly comic artist!
Reader A, "Teacher, please, please finish drawing the full-time hunter first and then open a new hole? It's been three years, and three years later, three years have been opened for ten years. You want me Will my son burn me the full-time hunter's final chapter?"
Reader B, "Old thief Chuyu, you know what a fart cl. If you don't resurrect Furukawa, I will send you the blade tomorrow!"
Reader C, "Hehe, Xiangbei is down !" It's over in the top eight in the country? Chu Yu Lao Kengbi, do you want to pass by saying "the dream of youth is imperfect"? I swear, I will die for your works in the future, outside of death, from my house If I jump down, I won’t look at it again!"


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Drizzling like silk, dip the cemetery into sad colors. People in black and white costumes watched the casket buried with sorrow.
　　A teenager looked silently, and his parents were buried today. Rody is a mixed-race child, his mother is M country, and his father is Chinese. A car accident three days ago caused him to lose his parents at the same time.
　　 completed the funeral numbly. Rody declined the concern of relatives and friends, and returned to the empty home alone. He wanted to be alone, but the empty house made him feel a chill.
　　Rodi, shrouded in loneliness, couldn't help rummaging through her parents' relics, hoping to find a solace. Although Roddy has done similar things many times, but this time, he found a letter he had never seen.
"Rody, my favorite son, if you can see writing a letter, it proves that my experiment was successful. Me and your father did not die, but for some reason, we can only fake this accident. . There is something left in the safe, the password is your birthday, open it if you are in danger. Love your mom forever."
　　After reading the letter, although he felt incredible about the contents, he could be sure that this was the mother's handwriting.
　　 I thought that my parents are just ordinary university teachers, but now it seems that it is not that simple.
What is the experiment mentioned in the letter? What is the reason for them to get out of fake death? What is in the safe? Before they had time to please their parents, all kinds of doubts followed.
　　 These questions Rody had no idea for a moment, just when Rody wanted to open the safe at home to see what happened, the door of the house was roughly broken.
　　 loudly startled Rodi, without any warning, Rodi felt a huge crisis. Instead of looking at someone who broke into the door, Roddy rushed into the bedroom without hesitation and ran to the front of the safe with the fastest speed.
　　 came from the dense footsteps, it seems that the number is still quite large. Roddy entered the password a little bit hastily, and took out the contents at the moment when the bedroom door was kicked open.
　　Three tall white men in black suits rushed into the bedroom, and the black hole's muzzle was pointed at Rodi's head. These foreigners are like the secret agents in the movie, they almost printed the three words nasty on their faces.
　　 "Don't move! Imp! Or I'll blow your head in one shot. Throw the thing in your hand and move slowly!" one of the white agents commanded in crappy Chinese.
　　 "Why do you let me stay still, or let me throw things over? Can you talk?" Roddy quipped and said that although he was terrified in his heart, Roddy tried to delay the time.
　　 "Hum, guts are good, throw the backpack in your hand, and move a little slower." The white agent did not irritate and calmly ordered.
　　 This backpack is what Roddy found in the safe, but he hasn't had time to see what is inside.
"Are you sure to let me throw it? To be honest, the things inside are likely to be dangerous. You know, my mother often conducts dangerous experiments." Roddy cheated him, he didn't know his own ten minutes ago. My mother is still alive, how can you know what the experiment is.
 　　 But apparently, Rody's words came into effect, and the white agent should know a little bit about it, so he hesitated.
　　 "You open the backpack now, pay attention to your posture, and let me see the inside. As long as there is a second of blocking, I will immediately hit your head." The white agent ordered.
　　The Rhodes were under the roof and had to obey. Slowly unzipped the backpack and took two things out of it. The same is a beautiful glass ball like a craft, and a thin picture book.
　　 "What the **** is this? Hand it over, don't play tricks on me!" The white agent's attention was mostly on the glass ball.
　　Rodi picked up the glass ball and was thinking about how to delay the time, trying to get out of it, but saw a word inscribed on the glass ball in a very small font: "Crush it hard!"
　　The feeling of the white agent was very keen. Immediately discovered that Roddy was wrong. He was about to drink and scolded, but heard a clear glass cracking sound. The white man shot without hesitation, but it was too late.
　　 The shattered glass ball released huge energy, and the horrible thunderstorm storm wrapped Rodi in an instant. The lightning that was supposed to roast Rody into coke only blocked the bullet and did no harm to Rodis.
　　The storm is getting bigger and bigger, everything in the room is flying into the air, even the heavy safe is no exception. The picture book taken from his backpack was torn by the storm, and Roddy tried his best to barely grab a few pages.
　　 A loud roar exploded, and the whole house was torn by the storm. For a moment, Roddy only felt a pain in the palm of his hand crushing the glass ball. The whole figure seemed to be pulled through a narrow cave, and his bones were crushed and reorganized again.
 When 　　 opened his eyes again, Roddy found himself already on a busy street. The glass ball that UU reads at www.uukanshu.com has long disappeared, and there are only a few pages left in the hands of dozens of pages of albums.
　　I don't know what the situation is now, Roddy stands blankly on the street. The eyes were full of blonde foreigners. Fortunately, Roddy was a mixed-breed, otherwise it would be more conspicuous. Now the only thing Rodi can do is to pinch herself fiercely, make sure that she is not dreaming, and then carefully check the remaining pages of the album.
　　Rodi saw a very scary cartoon at the first glance. It's not how scary the comic content is, but a young man with dark hair and blue eyes drawn in the comic, looking at the comic in a frightened expression. The boy was wearing exactly the same clothes and position as he is now.
　　 "Isn't this just me?" Roddy said in shock.
　　 turned over the manga pages, but saw the scene turn around and came to the top floor of a mansion, a cold-looking man was holding a Batley sniper rifle at his target. What shocked him was that the picture displayed in the sight was suddenly Roddy standing on the street!
　　 Seeing this, Rodi's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, as if staring at a viper, his body shuddered. The next second, Roddy fell forward without hesitation, and then heard a strange sound. A fist-sized hole suddenly appeared in the place where Rody stood before.
　　 This is not a ground sink, but a trace from the Batley sniper rifle. Roddy ran forward like crazy and squeezed desperately into the crowd.
　　 This point happens to be off hours, so there are especially many people on the road. Under the cover of the crowd, Roddy ran into a commercial center and found a corner away from the window.

One day, Roddy counted the abilities he had gained on a whim. Mental attack, stealth, mindfulness, metal control, freezing… After half an hour, Emma can’t stop!

p.s: this is a translated Chinese novel, so sorry in advance for the racism and I hope you do not. get mad because not all Chinese are racist it only depends on where they live and what they teach them that will cause them to be racist because they are not born racist they were trained to be racist by a short government and bad parents who approve of it.

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