For those of you that don't know Bone. it is a book that was created by Jeff smith, the begging start with the three bones, phonicble p. phoney, smiley bone, and fone bone getting run out of Bonneville because of phoney ideas of being a mayor. thats when the story begins

this book include all the heroes and villlians which are losts a while ago and  we try to bring them back for you 
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After searching for the profile and finding it, Miyeon clicked on the recent post by the account 'Taejoonie'.

Under the picture of Taejoon posing with a sad smile— which managed to tug at many people's heartstrings— a caption was there.

"Don't be mean to my Yeonnie Noona," Miyeon read the caption aloud, disbelieving the content. 

Her eyes widened and a gasp left her mouth. She had to check the content of the caption twice in order to let that sink into her.

"What the hell is wrong with that brat!? Yeonnie!? Noona!? When did that brat start to call me something as bone-chilling as this!?" she exclaimed.

Scrolling through the comments, Miyeon wanted to curse at Taejoon for his senseless comment, and this confirmed her suspicion of him lacking in IQ. If that was not case, then it was different him intending to create trouble for her.

"Is Yeonnie the one he appeared in scandal with?"

"That certainly must be her."


"Did you all notice that this is the first time Oppa tried to clear up the scandal? With all other scandals, he didn't even bother."

"Is there a hidden meaning behind this?"

"Is Joonie Oppa trying to protect her?"

"He even has a cute pet name for her."

"Nooo! Our Oppa belongs to Jaehee Unnie."

"Yeah! Taehee is the best ship!"

"Definitely, this Yeonnie can't ruin this ship!"

"Stop getting in between of Oppa and Unnie, Yeonnie."

"But guys, don't you think we should respect Taejoon Oppa's choice?"

"True. If Joonie likes it, we can permit it."

"Even if Yeonnie is not beautiful, it's alright as long Joonie loves her."

"I don't want to see my Oppa sad, so I'll allow it."

"Even if you allow me to be, I reject, absolutely reject your Oppa," Miyeon stated.

"Hold on! If she is the artist for the comic and Joonie Oppa is her boyfriend, does that mean underhanded methods were used?"

"Why didn't I think of this! That could be the case since many famous artists couldn't get in but a unfamiliar one like her could."

"Does that mean she seduced our Taejoon Oppa for this?"

"Do I need to seduce someone when I got pure talent for this?" Miyeon rolled her eyes.

"That means she's playing with our innocent Joonie."

"When was that brat even innocent? He started watching porn back in grade school." Miyeon scoffed.

"Get away from our Joonie Oppa, you gold-digger."

"Yeah, even if you latch onto him, we won't like your comics."

"True, it's horrible how these days people can easily obtain things by selling their body immorally and playing with others' feelings."

"Night Entertainment be fair about it."

"I was right. Taehee is the best."

"I think the art for the comic is nice. It's quite detailed and matches the theme."

"Are you hired by that gold-digger?"

"I can't believe that slut started taking such steps now!"

"Get lost! You can go and praise her! We don't need your opinion."

"Our Oppa is more important that some comic book."

"I don't want our Oppa to be heartbroken."

"DM me those who wants to take steps for keeping the gold-digger away. We can come up with a plan together."

"Yeah, I'll do that."

"Me too." 


Shivers ran down Miyeon's back as she saw the message, and creative thoughts on about what horrendous things the fans would do to her vividly ran through her mind.


"I never knew that a fandom could be this scary. Why would anyone ever want to get into a scandal with an artist?"

When Min Soobin had disappeared from her life, Miyeon found herself being heartbroken and betrayed.

But that did not pose as a problem to her later on since she had moved on from him.

However, years later, when she was leading a satisfactory life without many problems in it, both of their paths crosses again. 

Miyeon certainly was displeased by that!

Her peaceful life gets turned upside down due to that, and in addition to Lee Minjae— the troublemaker who embarrassed her throughout the highschool— Miyeon cursed at the whoever turned her life to be like that! 

She wanted that peace back again!

What? 

Min Soobin— the CEO of the top conglomerate— wanted to chase after her?

Lee Minjae— who was known for his reputation as a play boy— also wanted to chase after her? 

What the hell was happening? How in the hell was she supposed to marry a normal man if both of them were back of her?

Once again, she cursed the one who caused her life to be like that!

"This is not what I want!" Miyeon cried, holding back her tears of frustrations.

Along with that came the hidden secrets of the past, stalkers, and much more trouble! 

Miyeon's peaceful life no longer existed to her dismay!

After Wang Lu signed his pen name signature, that Earth Immortal immediately showed off that jade piece to his companions. "Hahaha, I got his signature!"
He then ran back and said, "Please make sure you finish this fantastic Starting from Scratch novel!"
"Em, now I am a little bit…"
"It's okay, we understand that you need to take a break after working continuously for so long. Nevertheless, we would always look forward to it!"
Wang Lu held that jade piece in his hand and watched him go away.

At the same time, he also vaguely felt that a fanatical belief was building up outside this rostrum… Wang Lu was the founder of the Wisdom Sect, so he was very clear that this was the legendary power of belief. The problem was… where did this power of belief come from?
His status as the founder of the Wisdom Sect had gradually faded away and the power of belief was not very important to him… then this force that was not coming in, did it come from the readers of his novel? He had been writing the novel for many years in the fighting arena and not only it resulted in the delaying of time, but it also gathered many fans? This was an unexpected surprise, but the most important thing right now was not this.
Wang Lu frowned and noticed the unusual atmosphere there. "Tsk, no wonder I feel that something is wrong, how could you still be here? With your patience, you couldn't possibly have the patience to wait for me to write a novel for many years right? How long has it been?"
Wang Wu showed the pained expression of being doubted by the closest relative. "A month."
"Tsk, just a month? It doesn't fully reflect my persistence and tenacity. I feel like I have been there for five or six years. But, from another perspective, I have achieved five or six years of cultivation in one month, it is indeed a blessing in disguise."
"Hey, it sounds like you are quite confident about your cultivation. After these five or six years of cultivation, how long is your 'dagger'?"
"..." Being maliciously mocked, Wang Lu narrowed his eyes and was ready to start a fierce counterattack. Speaking of which, it was actually quite a while since the last time this pair of Master and disciple engaged in a fierce quarrel. Did this wretch think that after being distorted in time for five or six years, his skill in arguing and cursing had been neglected?
However, before Wang Lu could open his mouth, Xuan Mo had coldly interrupted, "Have you guys done with the gossip? Is there any performance after this? If not, this farce could end right?"
Wang Lu quickly said, "Of course not, the performance list has been handed over to you, there's still another one called group of comic monologues. Please be patience."
"... Then hurry up!"
Wang Lu immediately made a gesture and called the last group to appear. Speaking of which, this group of people had actually gone through a hardship. Because Wang Lu was not sure how long his calligraphy copying performance could be delayed. If he was lucky, he could delay it for a year and a half, if not he would be stopped by the Earth Immortals not long after he started. Thus, the next group of people must stay alert from the start at the backstage.
Although the backstage lounge was spacious, the hardships of living in a closed space for a month were also conceivable. After they came on stage, they all looked distressed, as they had suffered constipation for many years. Fortunately, they were at least dressed in accordance with Wang Lu's requirements.
A simple monochrome long garment, with a seemingly insincere grin, was the look of the performers of this group of comic monologues. When they walked from the backstage to the stage, there was a great outcry on the outside. Many people suspected that this was Spirit Sword Sect trying to perform the art of driving the corpse, a folk art of the Blue River Region.
If there was anything worth mentioning about this group of comic monologues performers was that, there were many of them.
One by one, the performers lined up and entered the arena. Just the entrance alone took them the time to eat a meal to complete it. In the end, there were around six to seven hundred performers who stood on the stage. As long as there was ten percent of them whispering, there would be a lot of noise on the stage, and outsiders would only hear a chaos that they did not understand. Although the performance listed was said to be group of comic monologues, who had ever heard of a group of comic monologues of six or seven hundred people?
"Hey, little Lei, have you ever heard of group of comic monologues?"
The Earth Immortal called little Lei smiled bitterly and said, "Sister Xuan Mo, I've heard about it, but it was when I was still an ordinary mortal. At that time, I was occasionally interested in it. If you ask me more details about it, I could not say much. I have listened to many group of comic monologues, but most only consisted of around three to five people, so the scale of this one is simply unheard of. Perhaps after sixteen thousand years, there have been great innovations in the art form."
Upon hearing this, Xuan Mo immediately made her judgment. She thought, what nonsense art innovation, this is bound to be a new machination of that kid Wang Lu!
Thinking to this, Xuan Mo was startled: is Wang Lu already considered my time warp means such that he arranged such a performance? Although ninety-nine percent of these six to seven hundred people were ordinary mortals, most of them even lacked the strength to kill a chicken, the number of people was so large that it was impossible for her time warp to work at all. Therefore, no matter what tricks the other party would play, it would be impossible for her to do anything about it.
While she was still at a loss, the performance officially began.
"Hello everyone, today we will perform a piece of group of comic monologues for you all."
From among the six to seven hundred people, an old man in the middle said in a trembling voice. He had grey hair and an emaciated body. His thin figure was very much in contrast with his protruding joints. It was unknown whether this was because of the strength of his character as an artist performer, or simply because of the growth of his bone.
However, it was obvious that the old man had a lot of prestige among the actors. A moment after he spoke, someone from the side came forward and said with a smile, "The theme of the group of comic monologues is New Year's greetings."
Then another man came forward and said with the same smile, "The so-called new year's greeting is our long-standing cultural tradition in Nine Regions."
… And then, one by one, the actors of the group of comic monologues quickly explained the origins and developments of the tradition of new year's greetings. Some audience who were not aware of the ins and outs felt like they understood but actually not. They vaguely felt that they had learned something, but there were more who were baffled.
Xuan Mo asked in a low voice to the one named little Lei, "Is group of comic monologues really like this?"
Little Lei said, "It's totally not. The group of comic monologues that I'd heard was basically a few actors amusing each other. Sometimes they also sang a few lines. This kind of explanatory lines… perhaps there were, but they weren't deliberately divided into sentences and a different person saying a different sentence like this."
"Just now we explained to everyone what is new year's greetings, but why do we need to explain it?"
Hearing this, Little Lei immediately said to Xuan Mo, "Sister Xuan Mo, listen, they are going to explain it."
As a result, when just as Xuan Mo turned her gaze to look, the speaker had changed to another person.
"Because if you don't understand this thing, it's easy to make things into jokes."
Then another person turned his head. "What do you mean?"
The other person immediately picked up, "For example. I know a person, named Zhang San. He didn't know what new year's greetings is. As a result, he made things wrong."
There was another person from behind who immediately asked, "What did Zhang San make wrong?"
A new person came forward and said, "One day, this Zhang San went out to visit a relative…"
Next, more than one hundred people completed the story of Zhang San in the form of a dialogue. The gist of the story was that when Zhang San spoke the wrong words during his visit to his relative, everyone laughed at him. Then an Elder came forward to point out Zhang San's mistake and educated him to seriously study the excellent traditional culture and become a useful person for the country and society. Ashamed, Zhang San excitedly said that he would follow the instructions of his Elder.
In the course of the story narration, Xuan Mo's whole body was in discomfort. This chain narration, as well as their stiff smile… it was as if there was an invisible will that moved these six to seven hundred people like puppets.
This feeling made her hair stood on end. Let alone laugh, Xuan Mo felt that it was like the wind from the ninth hell was blowing toward her, which froze both her primordial spirit and physical body.
After staying silent for a long time, she asked, "Little Lei, what do you think about this performance? Is it because I just can't catch the funny part?"
Little Lei considered it first and then said, "I always feel that this story should not be for entertainment purpose."
"Then can you explain what happens to those two?"
Xuan Mo stretched her finger and pointed to the side where she saw Wang Lu and Wang Wu were unscrupulously rolling on the ground laughing out horrible waves of laughter.
The two people had been laughing all this time, so much that they even tear up. Hearing the chain narration on the stage and then hearing the heartfelt laughter of the two, Xuan Mo had to start wondering that there was something wrong with herself that she could not laugh out like them.
"I…" Little Lei was tongue-tied. He wanted to say that the brains of the two were wired differently than the average person, so it wasn't unusual for them to behave differently. However, listening to their exaggerated laughter, he wasn't able to say it.
"I don't quite understand."
Other than Little Lei, the other Earth Immortals did not understand either.
What was so funny about the story just now? Was it true that the art form of the later generations had evolved to the extent that they were unable to appreciate the art anymore? Was there anything in that story narration that only the later generations could understand?
But then again, except for the two of them, Supreme He Tu, Red-robed Old Ancient and the others were also sitting upright and still, not showing even half a smile.
Where was the problem then?
In the midst of the confusion, these comedic performers had begun to carry out a deeper analysis of the previous story. From the analysis of why young people did not know the fine traditional culture, they quickly talked about the attitude toward foreign cultures.

It was quite nauseating for the audience to hear. Finally, they felt relieved when they found out from the dialogue that this six to seven hundred people performance was about to finish.
As a matter of fact, they had to finish it. From the beginning of the performance to now, each of the six to seven hundred actors had at least spoke once for a total show of an hour. Some of the old performers were almost unable to stand up. They had to be supported by two people at the same time to stand up still.
Xuan Mo turned her head and looked at Wang Lu, unexpectedly he did not delay time in this program...
But then she saw that as the people on the stage began to exit in an orderly fashion, from the other side, another group of plain-dressed people came to the stage, smiling and waving to the audience.
The hell! There are actually substitutes!


In the year 4223, the Spirit Sword Sect was established in the Nine Regions. For thousands of years, it has always been committed to producing first class talented immortal cultivators.

Nowadays, it is among the five great sects within the Union of Ten Thousand Immortals. The sect leader, Daoist Master Feng Yin, is one of the seven great elders of the Union Of Ten Thousand Immortals; his cultivation shocked the world. 

Spirit Sword Sect adhered to subjects of peace and development. The sect’s core values are seeking the truth, seeking the good, and seeking the loyalty. To further expand the power of the sect and to add fresh blood, all elites and geniuses are invited to attend the Immortal Gathering.

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Release Rate: 5 Chapters/Week; will be released on Mon, Wed, Fri and Weekend; 

"Dad," she called out first.
The man lying on the sofa with a comic book covering his face ignored her.
She ran over, steadied herself, and pulled off the comic book. "Mr. Bo, I have something to tell you."
"What is it?" The man yawned, looking lazy and not at all like a man that had already become a father. "Did you break the glass of someone's house or did you bully another kid into tears? Little Bo Jiu, how many times have I told you, you have to be more serious. From my memory, you should be standing in front of the window and reflecting right now."
"I was reflecting," Bo Jiu replied seriously. "But my soul was robbed off."
The man sighed. His handsome face, alongside his black hair, gave off an unruly feeling. "As if I would believe that."
"Dad, I think we need to have a good talk," Bo Jiu said with wide eyes, her little tiger tail sweeping the floor.
The man casually propped up his chin. "Thank God, you finally have the consciousness to have a good talk with me. What do you want to talk about? About the little children you have beaten since you moved here?"
"They are three years older than me and not little anymore. I'm the little child." Bo Jiu caressed her tiger's ears. "Talking about it makes me feel shy."
The man laid back, his long slender legs leaning forward. "Shy? You? Darling, you don't have a shy bone in you at all. What are you up to now?"
Bo Jiu thought for a while. She pattered over to the side, then pattered back, holding a piggy bank in her hand. "I want to buy something."
"Why are you telling me about something so trivial?" The man stood up and touched his daughter's piggy bank with his finger. "Master Jiu, the black card I gave you seems to be inside." When had his daughter become so lavish?
Bo Jiu had a serious expression. "It's expensive." Even though she wasn't sure how much it cost, it looked expensive. With that in mind, Bo Jiu glanced next door once more. It was a pity that the little princess hadn't appeared again after entering the house.
The man broke into a smile. Probably because of his good looks and natural mischief, there was a contrast to his beauty despite wearing a white shirt. "You can ask your mother about this. I'm not in charge of the money at home. Don't forget, your mother is bringing home money now."
Little Bo Jiu admired her father very much sometimes. He was like a little puppy in front of her mother. But when her mother wasn't around, he could turn into an entirely different person the next second. Her father had said that this was a little secret between the two of them and that she could not tell her mother. Her mother was responsible for earning money for the family and they were in charge of being adorable.
Little Bo Jiu didn't have any comments. After all, her father was of age and could still act adorable. Since she was just a five-year-old, wearing a tiger pajama didn't mean much.
"What time is mom coming home today?" Bo Jiu asked, scratching the itch on her face.
Her father had never been good with kids and when he heard the question, a grudgeful expression fell over his handsome face. "11 pm. She told us to eat by ourselves. Come, Master Jiu, let's play a game. The loser will cook instant noodles."
"I'm not playing." Bo Jiu hugged her wallet. "I'm still obsessed with beauty and can't help myself. I don't have the mood to cook noodles."
The man was puzzled. What had this to do with beauty?


Fu Jiu appears to be a normal lad in high school on the surface. But in fact, she (Yes! She!) is the hacker, Z, a villain-terminator in the online world of an alternate world. Having reincarnated into the body of a woman and being forced to disguise herself as a young man, she reigns over the game world, fights for justice, and puts a spell on all the girls around with her innate charm. However, her flirting comes across as gay to the rich Almighty Qin and his inner circle. Over time, the Almighty Qin falls for him… her. Has he turned gay for him… her? Now, that's confusing!
Keywords: Rebirth, Face-slapping, Online gaming, Pet lover, Hacking, Chocolate-flavored lollipop
Sugary Scene:
Fu Jiu said, "Almighty Qin, do you have a girlfriend?"
Qin Mo lowered his laptop. "No."
Fu Jiu lowered her voice and started flirting carelessly. "You have one now, me."
Upon hearing that, Qin Mo pounced on Fu Jiu domineeringly!
Fu Jiu was stunned. "Wait, what are you doing?"
Qin Mo replied, "Exercising my boyfriend rights."
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If we hit certain milestones, we will release more chapters in a mass release as well as increase the release rate!

After she left, the youth behind the window screen stood up.
His well-defined fingers lifted the window screen that was still swaying in the breeze and walked towards Bai Yuchen's desk.
When his gaze touched the neatly written examination paper, his black eyes faintly carried a gentle smile.
On the balcony on the fourth floor of the opposite building.
Bai Yuchen was waiting until he was about to fall asleep. Only then did he see Yan Yusheng walking out of her office.
"Awoo... " Bai Yuchen yawned before he walked downstairs with a teacup in his hand.
As soon as he entered the door, he saw someone sitting in his seat. They were even reading the examination paper with great interest, occasionally giggling foolishly.
There was a sour smell of love... ...
Bai Yuchen only felt goosebumps all over his body. He was a little envious. When he walked over, he snorted sourly, "I really don't understand you. You're already here and you didn't show yourself. You insisted that I help you with these little tricks! "
Hearing this, Quan Che raised his eyes and looked in Bai Yuchen's direction.
"You don't understand. " These three words slowly seeped out from the corners of his thin lips. They were neither hot nor cold, neither fast nor slow.
This tone and wording had hit Bai Yuchen's bone. He immediately became irritable. "Who says I don't understand? Believe it or not, I'll immediately tell student Yan that all of this was instigated by you from behind the scenes? "
Quan Che glanced at him indifferently. He took the examination paper and stood up to leave. Before he left, he only said one sentence, "the transfer procedures for Spring River Mingyue Villa are not completed yet. "
Bai Yuchen,"..."
Having his own preferences in the hands of others, this feeling... ... was really so sour that it felt like it was going to explode ! !
Bai Yuchen immediately squeezed out a face full of smiles and sent Quan Che off, "Little Che Er, you're leaving already? BE CAREFUL ON THE ROAD! Cousin will treat you to a meal some other day! "
Quan Che left the entire way without responding. Only the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
After sending Quan Che off, Bai Yuchen returned to his seat. After looking around for something, he suddenly frowned and looked in the direction of the door, muttering, "this kid, why did he take student Yan's examination papers? "
"..."
By the time Yan Yusheng returned to the classroom, Shenjia Linxi had already finished reading half of the comic book.
Hearing the sound, she looked up and saw that it was Yan Yusheng who had returned. Shenjia Linxi asked as she put the comic book into her bag, "why did Lao Bai ask you to go? "
"You guessed it, " Yan Yusheng answered helplessly.
"Ah? Did I really do badly? With your strength, you shouldn't have... " Shenjia Linxi looked regretful.
Yan Yusheng shook his head and felt even more helpless, "No, it's because I got full marks. The teacher suspected me of cheating and made me Redo the test paper in front of him. "
"F * CK! " Shenjia Linxi almost jumped up. "If you do badly, you'll be criticized. If you do well, you'll be suspected? ! Nowadays, it's too difficult to be a student, isn't it? "
Hearing that, Yan Yusheng smiled. "Yes, it's really difficult. "
"Sigh, it's so good that you got full marks... I don't know how much I got... I didn't even calculate the last question. " Shenjia Linxi quickly thought of herself and started to worry.
"You got 92 marks, so you got the last question wrong. " Yan Yusheng thought for a while and replied.
Shenjia Linxi paused and asked in surprise, "how did you know? Lao Bai told you? "
"No. He left with the teacup when I just started answering the questions. He didn't come back until I came back. When I was bored, he looked for you. "
"AWESOME! " Shenjia Linxi gave him a thumbs up.

After marriage, his little wife openly stared at other men at the ball!
It seems that the family is not strict, directly take home a good education!


H, E, 2002
I wake up in a hospital. 
"Oh good, you're awake," The doctor says. "I was just finishing up some tests."
I sit up. My arm hurts, and I'm surprised to see it still there.
The doctor notices. "I have no idea how your arm has healed. Your entire bone was shattered. I was expecting a major infection, as well as years of therapy to help, if it recovered at all. I was not expecting the fast recovery you somehow made. 
I flex my wrist. It still hurts, but again, there's a tingle that's more apparent than any pain. 
"You'll be free to leave in 24 hours, we just need to make sure you won't die."
He tosses me a remote control and leaves the room, letting me flip through the channels until I find something to watch.
As usual, I head straight to the news. What I see astounds me. Instead of "Local boy saves billionaire" or something of the like, the front headline is "Local high schooler still missing after fire." Curious, I turn up the volume. 
I came in right at the end, so I catch the last few words the anchor says. "If you see Jack, please call this number. A reward is being offered for any info leading to his finding."
I shut the TV off and lay back to comprehend this. Jack, my brother, my only  lifeline, is dead. Or missing. Unless he comes back, it's pretty much the same thing. I know, that's a pretty pessimistic thing to say, but it's true. 
The next day, I run home. I don't want a ride from Dad. I need to run. Running used to be my biggest pastime. It was my way of burning all my worries away. I don't remember why I stopped, but sometimes, I still take a run to clear my head. I really need to clear my head. 
The road from my house to the hospital is perfectly straight. I don't need to focus. It's perfect. 
I close my eyes and run. I run in a straight line. I go as fast as I can, then I go faster. The wind has never been this strong, and I love it. I absolutely love it. After a few minutes, I slow down to a stop. My house should just be across the street. 
However, instead of my house, I'm in the middle of a city. Definitely not Elasti-city. I know. Ha ha. Shut up. 
I'm in the middle of knowear. Sorry, the center of Knowear city. I know. Ha ha. Shut up. 
Some day, I want to head back in time and meet whoever thought it was a good idea to name cities like this, and slap them across the face. With a chair. Multiple times. Off topic again. 
As I was saying, I'm in the middle of knowear. I should be glad. This is the hometown of The Cameleon, my favourite super hero.
The problem, you see, is that Knowear city is an eight-hour drive from Elasti-city.
I just teleported. Or I ran faster than a car. Both have happened. Just not to me. Never to me. 
I pull out my phone, and call Dad. He picks up after the first ring.
"Hey, where are you?" He asks. "lunch is getting cold."
How do you tell your father that you just ran into another province? "Um, I'm not sure what happened, but I'm in Knowear city."
"What? could you repeat that?" I hear Dad sit down.
"I'm in knowear city."
"Um, okay. Stay on the line." I hear some shuffling, and a few minutes later, Dad's back on the phone. "Okay, I've checked it out with a friend of mine. You can head to his place to spend the night, and I'll come pick you up tomorrow. I'd pick you up tonight, but I have to work. Are you okay spending the night at a stranger's?"
"I'm fine with it Dad," I tell him. It's probably better that I don't head home yet. I don't want to think about Jack yet. 
Dad relays the directions and hangs up. He took that really well. 
I head over to the address Dad gave me and knock on the door. A guy about my age answers. 
"Hey dad, there's someone at the door!" He yells into the house. "We didn't order pizza did we?"
"I'm not the pizza delivery man," I tell him. "My name's Jacob. I'm supposed to stay the night here."
"Okay. I'm just going to slowly close the door. I don't know who you are, but we don't want any trouble." 
"Hey, no! He is who he says." A taller, older guy appears in the doorway. "Sorry about that. My son can be a little odd at times. Come on in." 
"I'm Matt Richards," He tells me. "You must be Jacob."
"Nope, I'm his identical twin who has kept himself hidden until this moment. When the time is right, I will strike and bring fire upon the world!!"
"Not before the Cameleon gets to you," I turn to see the guy who'd nearly kicked me out of the house. He holds out his hand. "I'm Sam."
"How did you get behind me?" I ask. "Are you The Cameleon? Can you turn invisible?"
He feigns surprise. "How did you know?" His voice is absolutely dripping with sarcasm. "All jokes aside, if you like The Cameleon, you'll love my room."
After lunch, we head up. Sam was definitely right. There are posters everywhere, each of them showing one of The Cameleon's victories.
"This is quite the obsession you have," I tell him. "You need another hobby."
"I have one," He says back. "This is just where the majority of my research is, so it looks like a lot."
I take a sweep of the room, and my eyes are drawn to his closet.
"Sweet collection!" I say. The thing is stuck full of comic books.
"I have every one that came out, except for the first one. I wasn't old enough to collect back then. I have triplicates of every comic, and at least two of each alternate cover."
"How do you have every book?" I ask. "They come out at random!" Each comic shows the better parts of its superhero's battles, meaning it's almost impossible to predict when they come out. 
He smiles. "I have my ways. Want to read a couple?"
"I can read them?" Most people are more covetous of super comics that even they don't read them.
"As I said, I have duplicates of almost every comic. You won't be able to see the signed ones, I keep those in a secure location. But these are all duplicates. Read them to your heart's content." He puts a stack in a wheely chair for me, then pushes it over. 
We spend the better part of the afternoon reading comics. 
Around five, Sam's little brother, Tim decides to come in and bug us until we go outside to play with him, so we put the comics back and head to the park. 
"Eventually, I'm going to find out who The Cameleon is," Sam tells me. "I know it. I'm close."
"Good luck with that," I say as I throw the frisbee just a little short of where Tim's standing.
Tim throws the disc to Sam. "Go long!" Sam tells me before throwing it. 
It quickly passes over my head. I want to catch it in the air, so I go faster. It's almost at the ground. I'm still a ways away. I push myself harder, and suddenly it's in my hand. 
I'm not sure what just happened. As I throw the frisbee back, I see Sam's face. He's just as confused as I am.



Everything after that just kind of happened. I got Sam and Mark out of the building, then proceeded to pass out. I woke up for a few seconds when I was being loaded onto the stretcher. My only thought was ‘This is definitely making the news. Talking Mushrooms’.

Jacob is a normal kid. Not the kind you'd expect to get superpowers. But, somehow, he does. After saving the life of his lifelong bully, he finds out he's fast. Faster than anyone anywhere.

He is quickly sucked into a world that is nothing like his own. No one is as they seem, and someone is out to kill his family.

Bang! The loud slamming of a door resounded, jolting Wang Jian awake from his deep sleep.
He glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table. It was 7:40.
He sighed and slowly put on his clothes before walking into the bathroom.
He was silent as he stood in front of the bathroom mirror, studying his appearance which looked completely unfamiliar to him. 
This 180 centimeter tall, well-proportioned and youthful body seemed to be the only perk of interdimensional travel at the moment.
A month ago, he was still working a triple-shift pipeline job in China. However, when he woke up, he had arrived in New York City in the year 1995, as a 17-year-old Chinese teenager named Wang Jian.
As he searched through the memories of his host body, he couldn't help but feel a little overwhelmed.
Abandoned by his parents at a young age, he was thrown around several foster homes.
Furthermore, due to a few factors such as his personality and the environment that he was brought up in, he was never able to properly integrate into society. And not too long ago, he was sentenced to 50 days of community service for theft.
During his time in community service, he met his current roommate, Al, a Black kid who had been apparently following some unknown hip-hop artist around the Bronx.
How could he take on the identity of a criminal when he had never even been to a police station in his past life?
And how did he end up in the States?
In his past life, he never paid attention to money-making opportunities in the States.
"Hey, Wang, here's the address of that new restaurant. You should check it out." A skinny Black man with dreadlocks poked his head out and said to Wang Jian, "Just tell them Al sent you."
"Thanks," said Wang Jian, fist bumping Al, "You've been on time, coming back at seven-thirty every morning."
"Can't help it, the big guy I'm following is about to debut," Al said, "Now he's hitting up a bunch of nightclubs to build up his fan base and make connections."
"Okay, I'm going to bed. Still have to go out tonight." Al said waving, before walking towards his bedroom with a yawn.
Wang Jian looked at the note and turned it around in his hand gently.
Being Chinese in a mainly Black and Latino ghetto made him have to pull some strings to get a measly job as a waiter.
If it weren't for the fact that his past parents would still be middle school students in this timeline, he would have wanted to sneak back into his previous life.
Wang Jian pondered over the thought as he walked into the living room.
After hastily snarfing down two slices of bread, he threw on his jacket and walked out of his gloomy apartment.
The April weather in New York was still a bit chilly.
In a vacant lot not far off, some drunkards were drinking booze as they sat on concrete pipes. Last night's leftover booze, or perhaps booze they had bought today.
A few of the homeless were scattered around in small alleyways. They consisted of drug addicts, people with failed marriages, and people who had failed businesses and investments.
They were men mostly, but there were a few women too.
Even the gangsters in the ghetto wouldn't make an effort to rob them, they mostly robbed each other...
Around the curb, there were a couple of Cadillac SUVs. He could hear the sound of a kingpin shouting from one of them inside.
They were the slumlords, the real kingpins.
They were enjoying one of their favourite pastimes, cocaine and gangster rap, as they waited for business.
Wang Jian sped up, wanting to get as far away from those people as possible. He was mentally assessing how long he had before he would finish his community service so he could get away from this place.
Soon, he arrived at a restaurant.
Wang Jian carefully checked the address. He took a deep breath before he pushed the restaurant door open and walked in.
"You are?" An old White man asked.
"I was sent by Al. I'm looking to apply for the waiter position." Wang Jian said quickly.
"Oh, Al sent you." The old man looked a little embarrassed, "I thought he'd send me a Black guy so we could connect with the customers more."
'A Black guy?
'To connect with the customers?'
Wang Jian was an optimist so he asked with a hint of hope, "A Chinese guy can help you guys connect with the customers too, no?"
"Most of the Chinese have gone to Chinatown, the other few have gone to Manhattan. How many of them actually stay in the Bronx?" The boss sneered at him.
As he said that, he pulled three twenties out and handed them to Wang Jian, saying, "Sorry."
Wang Jian didn't want to take the money, but then he thought, 'Why not?'
'After all, I was rejected because of the color of my skin, not because of my work experience.'
All he had to do was record his words, take him to court, sue for racial discrimination and win.
It was perfectly reasonable to accept such compensation.
So he took the money, and without saying anything more, he turned around and left.
On the way back, he began to do some calculations in his head.
There was no way he could leave the Bronx until he completed his community service. 
50 days of community service would mean he would be here for two months.
With the apartment rent at $500 a month and various living expenses cut to the bone would be about $300. So he would need at least $1,600 for the entire community service duration.
He had $2,100 in savings. He would use most of his savings just to survive the entire community service period. So when his community service is finally over and done with, would he only be left with $500?
Would he not be able to fulfil his dream of going to college?
He couldn't even afford to go to the cheapest community college without spending thousands of dollars in tuition.
In the future, would he only be able to work as a waiter or courier or some kind of job along those lines?
Wang Jian's thoughts clouded his mind as he walked back to his apartment.
Sitting on the sofa, he thought of ways he could make a quick buck. Of course, excluding things that broke the law.
After pondering for an eternity, he still hadn't come up with any ideas. Wang Jian sighed helplessly.
'As expected, I was a poor man in my past life. Do I have to be a poor man in this life too?
'With these systemic challenges in place, I'm really stuck, I seriously need to think about this.'
He scratched his head vigorously and decided to take a break. He would figure it out later. 
So, he picked up the manga that Al had put on the table. He heard that this comic was quite popular as of late.
Wang Jian took a glance at the name of the comic.
"Aquaman"?
As he flipped through the first page, he found that the artwork wasn't too bad. He continued reading the rest of the comic.
The comic was about a kid named Arthur Curry, a boy with Atlantean blood, who had various superpowers. His most potent superpowers were all water-related. He used them to fight pirates, whalers and other villains who were armed with state of the art weapons, protecting the world.
Wang Jian finished it in only ten minutes and remained silent.
This comic did not explain the origins of the protagonist and his superpowers as it would in hard science fiction, nor did the protagonist have extraordinary superpowers and the fighting scenes of a Hollywood blockbuster.
It was not the kind of plot that Wang Jian expected, where the protagonist would blend into the crowd because no one knew about his secret superpowers, silently pretending to be just another regular human being.
This comic was all about a protagonist who just declares that he's there to protect them, to protect the entire world. Then, all the humans from across the globe join forces with the protagonist to exterminate the villain. And just like that, the story ends.
That's it?
This is what it took to be famous nowadays?
Wang Jian couldn't help but think of the web novels he used to read in his past life.
Although his mind couldn't remember the specific plots of those web novels, he still knew the general narrative structure of the stories.
Generally, the first chapter would be about a strange encounter.
It was unimportant to explain the origin of the encounter or the reason behind it. What made the story interesting was the entire process of the protagonist painstakingly trying to conceal his identity.
All sorts of scenes could follow the exposition; maybe a fiancée calling off a wedding, or the protagonist becoming a son-in-law, or the protagonist suddenly finding out his daughter lived in a doghouse.
Then, the protagonist would snap, go on a rampage and launch his counter attack.
The story would then unravel the details of how he would reveal his identity to the world and a series of revenge scenes would occur. He would find retribution from those who humiliated and criticised him, regardless of who they were.
That's how an exciting story should be portrayed.
As these thoughts clouded his mind, several rows of long bookshelves suddenly appeared in Wang Jian's mind.
At the bottom of the first shelf, a book slowly took shape.
As his eyes focused, he realized it was an incredibly thick book with a yellow cover.
Wang Jian picked up the book in his mind and saw that there were several large words written on the cover.
"I'm a Grand Master"?


Reborn in the United States in 1995, with all the web novels he has read in his head.

Let's see how he uses online literature to skew America's bestseller rankings and become a popular cultural master like Stan Lee.

In the 20th century, what is the largest IP in Hollywood?

It's comics and web novels!

Netflix? It's nothing without online literature! Disney's CEO later claims.

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