Shiroihi Gakō, a man with no face or color meets a pencil, whne they fuse Shiroihi realized his power, and what he could do with it...

I Let Out A Tired Sigh. I quickly remove all of my clothes, down the remaining coffee in the mug and jump into the shower. I wash the frustration out of my hair and calm my body for a while. Once I'm sure all the warm water is done for, I dry myself and put on some fresh and crispy pair of pyjamas and comfortable baggy t-shirt and jump onto the couch. I open my silver laptop and as if all the weight is back again.

I've been trying to prepare the cover for my new chapbook, "Sea Full Of Stars" for the past three days now. I'm not a visual artist and hiring one costs too much and I'm too broke to spend bills on softwares. It's never easy being a writer. Writing itself can be such a lonely process, although it is my first home. But then I have to design a cover that is not only catchy, mysterious and unique but also conversely uninhibited. Great. I spend hours trying to find the right website that'll let me make one for free.

For a minute there, I sit back tired and almost defeated. What if books didn't have covers, I think to myself. I could've saved all this hassle and been sleeping on my lonely bed in peace. I'd be "Netflix and Chilling" on my phone. I'd probably have been writing something new.

But what about all the books I've read? I confess that I've also once trusted the image more than the not-so-convincing texts. The Great Gatsby by Fitzgerald with it's original art work is a stunning masterpiece. The eyes, the blue and the glam packed in it's dressing is an unbelievable turn on for any reader. But then again it wasn't designed by Fitzgerald himself. It was illustrated by Francis Cugat, a little known artist back then. It was the Gatsby that made me realise that it is an art to cover the book with a cape.

The same cannot be said for all the other books in my collection. Interpreter Of Maladies by Jhumpa Lahiri or Pablo Neruda's Love don't have the most convincing covers. I bought those books for the rave reviews I'd heard of them.

I do know that Rupi Kaur illustrated her own books. I get up and bring out all the poetry books that I own and try to fathom the making of their book art. The simplicity in Rupi's artwork is really appealing, but on the other hand Atticus's books look way too fancy. But the one thing they had in common is that their book covers were exactly what their book title said.

I too want my cover to reflect the idea and spirit of my book. But I don't know anyone who can design a book cover. Or who understands or reads my book or my art. I don't have my Francis Cugat.

I turn back to my computer, reducing it's brightness first because outside it's turning dark and I don't want to turn the light on just yet. I make a mental conversation with myself that if it doesn't work this time, I'll just use a template by Kindle Direct Publishing.

This time I go to YouTube and type 'how to make a paperback book cover for free' and hit Enter. The first video is of a middle-aged white man on the thumbnail, his hair slightly brown and a straight face. I click on it. The video starts demonstrating the process of making an easy to go book cover on this website called Canva.

I've used this app on my phone before but I never knew it could be used for making a paperback dress. I go to the site and follow all the instructions. I choose the image very mindfully, edit it, use the right fonts and change the colors. I do the same with the back cover and add a piece of poetry there. Then I keep following the instructions and after failing countless times, I make the perfect book cover for my latest collection.

I wipe the tears of joy slipping down my cheeks. I know I haven't made the best or make-you-pick-the-book-up kind of cover, but I'm happy.

I realise that I'm more happy because I could finally do something that fits the rules of the modern mass publishing world. I did something that will make people want to give me a look.

If it was upto me, I'd have the cover completely black or yellow and only bare my name and the name of the book. But that's not the case. I just smile with the fact that I made something that reflects the imagery or mood of my book. And I know that even with the exhausting role my cover will play, it won't ever gain the respect it deserves.

I go to bed hungry and drift off.

In these short stories, through personal episodes, the author talks about the complex idea of book covers being more commercial rather than artistic in the perspective of a reader as well as a writer.

Hey there,
Random author here,
For anyone seeing this at the time it was intended, things would definitely be different later on but just for now, this is more of a rant? I don't know. Think of it as an info dump of some sort.
I opened up a word document with the intention of writing a chapter and I ended up doing this instead. If you paid attention to the author's thoughts, which is this boi, in the last chapter you would know I am suffering from a severe case of writer's block.
Now just to be clear it's not really a situation where I don't know what to write down or how to progress the story or anything of the sort. This enigmatic presence is very clear on what he wants with his story. I have had this book swimming and stirring in my brain juices for years!
The characters, the general plot, some micro plots, filler characters, every weird laugh, who lives, who dies, who takes a shit after sipping some poisoned wine, I have them all in my head so unless I start suffering from a severe case of alzheimers which would be rare for someone my age it would be impossible for me to get lost.
I am having a bit more of an execution problem now so I have been conflicted on what would be best to move things forward, I think that would be more accurate.
I feel like I just wanted more of a release to be able to talk about these problems I'm facing than anything else, I'll figure it out eventually I'm sure. This is a story I want to tell no matter the circumstances involved. Whether this book never gets traction and is buried in history or whether it ends up getting hated for some reason or the other or whether I achieve some form of success. I have decided to take whatever in stride and release my book as it is.
To me, it is more of a life goal to have these stories and characters of mine brought to life and seen in another form than just thoughts and imagination. And it would probably be one of my deathbed regrets if I don't get it done before I die, LMAO.
Okay, all these rantings that don't really bother anyone should end here. Let me get into it.
One thing I have done in the story that I'm not sure most people would like is that I have given a glimpse of what endgame powers are like.
From the confrontation between Oron and Piety to the battle at the cloud monk temple to the small skirmish of the berserk beasts and their eventual death at the hands of the town lord and down to the latest chapter where I introduced a primordial beast and the set to be legendary character of the city lord of Kurn.
All these characters can give a glimpse of what endgame level is, although none of them have reached true end game level like the immortals, some legendary primordial beasts, the end dragons that have only been mentioned, some other characters and such that haven't been introduced yet and even the gods themselves.
A part of me felt it might have been too much but I did it anyway. The first reason was I wanted to create a template for myself.
As someone who has read countless books, scrolled through piles of manga, and watched through heaps of anime. (Yes, I am a HUGE nerd if it hasn't been clear by now. What were you expecting? Some tall bearded guy who wears sunglasses and plays basketball? No! I wear comfy hoodies and read novels with headphones on!!!) One constant thing that always messes up a good story's world-building for me is unstable power leveling.
When there is a sudden jump in the characters' strength as the story progresses, it leaves this disillusioned feeling that's not nice.
You can't be lifting pebbles one day and then hurling mountains the other, it shouldn't work that way!
So I decided to create a template for myself. Introduce some of these really strong characters early on so I can set up their powers while I'm still level headed about writing my story. So if in the future I start getting ambitious and want to create a character that can twist time and swim in space cracks with the agility of a fish in water I would have these early chapters to slap me back down to reality unless I would want to create holes in my own plot.
The second reason is I felt that the situation in other stories where stronger characters only appeared when the MC got stronger is quite frankly.... bullshit.
Just because the MC is weak doesn't mean the world won't move on. Strong people are ambitious and always have one agenda going or the other, that is why they are strong! They are always working towards something. It's not like they would just be sitting and meditating, waiting for the MC to reach their strength level before interaction can take place.
 
**
B ranked villain - "Ah, the Mc has reached C rank strength. Wonderful! His progress is quite admirable."
D ranked villain – "Dammnit! It means my turn is over and I can't do anything anymore!"
C ranked villain – "Ah don't worry about it D ranked villain-chan. I would take revenge for you. Just introduce me as your elder cousin's second husband and say I was in a hidden realm and just came back. Then I would use revenge as an excuse to deal with him!"
A ranked villain – "Hahaha! That is a wonderful plan C ranked villain-kun! When it is my turn, we would use that too but revise it a little."
B ranked villain – "Ah, it is too late now. MC has received a fortuitous encounter and C ranked villain can't deal with him anymore."
C ranked villain – "Shit! Does that mean I can't get any screen time?"
A ranked villain – "Such an unlucky bastard"
D ranked villain – "Hahahaha! At least I got a few chapters!"
B ranked villain – "You luck is truly- "
S ranked villain – "All of you shut it now! Stop making noise over nonsense! C ranked villain, you go and fight the protagonist now! Even it is useless it can be a chance to show the MC's power level. B ranked villain, be ready to go after him straight after that and take care of it! The rest of you go back to meditation! You can't be seen until your time is ready. If anyone disobeys, you shall be used as cannon fodder!"
**
 
Or something like that.
That mini-scene is just my own imagination of what I think happens in some stories where stuff like that happens.
All these strong powers should be constantly interacting and I think it makes no sense for the MC to just be invisible to all that until he becomes strong enough.
 
Another thing I have been doing recently and is also causing me a bit of a problem is power matching. I don't know if you, the readers are disturbed by it but it does disturb me as the author.
The MC doesn't have any good antagonist right now!
I dropped my MC in a world where most of the characters are stronger than him right now. Although I gave him a hack in the form of a unique class as an immortal's disciple, it still isn't enough as he hasn't matured so his strength is still weak.
I have been trying to create a buffer zone for him to get stronger and have been setting things in motion to foreshadow that but I also need to introduce someone that can match his strength to give him a challenge and serve as motivation.
I originally wanted Gai to be that person but later on, I saw more potential in Gai and created his own sub-plot for him to explore. Yes, Gai is in the main character set.
Gai would end up being more of a rival than anything. I liked his character ever since I made him as I felt he represented the stoic decisive part of my character. (You didn't think I was some lively petty person did you?)
Anyway, that's for that. I really want to create a buffer zone for the MC and give him a good rival but as of this point, Plot devices that I created won't allow for it to happen and I don't want to bullshit a battle and let the MC win because of the legendary plot armor or the holy aura of MC luck.
I have been thinking of ways to get around this and most of the chess pieces are in place, the only thing now is to bring all these pieces together which is the execution.
That is what is causing the writer's block.
 
 
Well I hope my ranting entertained you, it was sure as hell tiring to type but I wanted to do it anyway. I will try to go back to writing tomorrow and bring out a chapter as soon as possible.
For those of you that read my work, a big thank you for thinking it worthy of your time. I know it's not much but hey, ...…..
Okay, it's not much, I know. There's no "but" for this, LOL.
Let me share a bit of my personal philosophy here so I can feel smart.
Life is as entertaining and as miserable as you want it to be. Selective 'not giving of fucks' is not hypocrisy, neither is pretending to give a fuck because of certain circumstances, your mental health should be your number one priority. Do things according to what you feel is best for you, it is not selfishness, it is living your best life. You can only take care of your loved ones properly when you can take care of yourself. As long as simple rationality and your conscience are fine with it then it is more than okay.
If it is against the law though then you should be ready to deal with the consequences, don't feel the world is unfair.
Well, that should be the end. Once again thanks for reading this. And as a bonus, allow me to tell you that my number of collections as of now is 69...
I chuckled a great deal while typing this.
And yes, I have a screenshot saved in both my google drive and a flash drive I buried deep in my backyard as a form of a time capsule.
Historical moments and all that you know? LMAO bye.

In a world where Virtual Reality has been achieved by humanity, a whole new world to explore is exposed to all with an adventurous spirit. Different races, countless kingdoms, supreme empires and hidden powers. As the variable known as summoned emerge in this varied and delicate world, what interesting developments would happen? And our protagonist who has emerged, bearing the abilities of an ancient power. With his crave for adventure and love for creation, Reo joins countless players in Age of Magic as the legendary immortal sculptor's successor. What adventures would he encounter as he travels this dangerous world and gathers companions on his journey?

Ps: My first book so i'm trying to tread lightly. Please encourage me if you deem my work worthy! Forgive the crude cover, i promise to have an original and far more creative cover soon enough!

PPS: Taking a short break to re-edit my earlier chapters and make them more...... read-able...cough...cough.... embarassing typos and stuff. Will get back to writing new chapters by the beginning of february when all has been done. Thanks for reading!


"Eeek!" 
After typing the title, Pi danced around with excitement, and high-fived Galaxy to celebrate this great achievement.　　
"Wait a minute!" Zhang Zian could not ignore this. "Pi, do you want to write a novel about pets?"　　
"Eeek!"　　
Pi nodded. It pointed at him, at Galaxy, then at itself, and typed: "A novel about pets, pet shop and everybody."　　
Zhang Zian frowned slightly after hearing this, feeling worried about the future of this novel. He had not read many online novels, but his gut feeling was telling him that nobody would be interested in such a novel. For pet owners, they were so busy cuddling their cats and walking their dogs, how could they have time to read a novel about pets? For those who don't own pets, they were either not interested in pets or even hated pets, not to mention reading a book about pets. The most likely potential readers were those who didn't have time to own pets, but liked pets and wanted to own them remotely in a "cloud". But how many of them could there be?　 
Most online novels were about travelling back in time throughout history or another world, practicing Kongfu, writing poetry, being cool and kicking butts; or about being raised from the dead and returning to a city, then making monkey with prophetic knowledge and dating a few or dozens of women at the same time...He had never heard of a popular online novel about a pet shop.　 
Pi wanted to kill time by writing a novel. He was happy about this. But for a novel with so few potential readers, it may lose confidence after finding out nobody was reading it. It may fall into deeper self-isolation.　 
He knew all this, but he didn't want to kill Pi's enthusiasm at this moment. He smiled reluctantly. "OK. Will I be in it? Then write me as a handsome man."　
"Eeek!"　　
Pi grinned and typed: "This is hard..."　
Zhang Xian said, "I was just kidding. But, Pi, when is the beginning of the story? Now?"
"Eeek."　　


Pi nodded and typed: "From last year, when you just returned to this city."　　
Zhang Zian thought about it. Maybe a good story can be written about it, such as writing him as a hero with hundreds of years of experience, but met his "Waterloo" and died, then was brought back to life. This may interest the readers and meet their expectations. He smiled. "OK. I'll tell you my story before coming to the pet shop... Do you know Wang Qian and Li Kun, the two guys working part-time in the shop? They always believed that I was a big hero during the time of Jindan. In fact, this is true..."　
"Eeek!"　　
Pi waved its hands and interrupted him. It showed him the nameless book, and typed: "No. Everything that happened in the past can be found in the book."　　
Zhang Zian: "I'm just an ordinary Joe in real life. Can't you gratify me in the novel?"　
Famous interrupted him as well. "Everything in the past? Does it include my stories in the Imagined Landscape?"　　
"Eeek!"　　
Pi nodded.　　
Famous said, "Can't I have any privacy? I gotta pay attention to my image in the Imagined Landscape."　　
"Which website will you publish your work? I mean, there are a lot of online novel websites. Where do you want to publish? There is a saying that goes: the worst that could happen to a man is getting into a wrong profession; while the worst that could happen to a woman is marrying the wrong husband. The websites have different styles. This is a book for a small population of readers. If you pick the wrong website, you may have even fewer readers..." Zhang Zian reminded it tactfully.　　
"Eeek!"　　
Pi swiped the tablet screen to unlock it. Then it opened up a reading app and showed it to Zhang Zian.　　
"Oh, Qidian Web novel, that's the site I used earlier for online reading..." Zhang Zian nodded. He didn't know the online novel websites very well and could not have offered more help. But he heard that this was one of the biggest literature websites. It might be a good choice for Pi.　　


Pi tapped on a menu button: "Becoming a writer", then showed it to Zhang Zian.　　
"A photo ID is needed?" Zhang Zian took a glance, and thought this was complicated.　
"Eeek."　　
Pi typed: "I'm a residential alien. I don't have an ID."　　
Zhang Zian's face twitched. He didn't know where it learned the words "residential alien"...but it was appropriately used.　
"That is to say...you need my ID?" He pointed at his nose and asked.　
Pi nodded.　　
Fine. He was the only one with an ID in the pet shop. Although uploading his ID was not a safe move, he was an ordinary Joe after all. Not many hackers were targeting him. The internet was a free space. If all publications were anonymous, it could cause big problems. The dark web developers might blend in and advertise their illegal business.
Zhang Zian took a picture of his ID photo, and uploaded it according to the website instructions. After identity verification, he finally created a new book and uploaded new chapters with his account.　　
"Eeek!"　　
Pi typed the title of the first chapter eagerly: Amazing Fate Pet Shop. Then it entered the text: On the magnificent East Coast of the motherland, there was a quiet coastal city called Binhai City. It was beautiful, with a large economy and a slow pace of life. Binhai had an absence of large industrial enterprises, making it a suitable place to live a peaceful life...　
"Wait a minute!"　　
Zhang Zian found a big mistake, and asked Pi to pause, in case the mistake grew bigger.　　
"Eeek?"　　
Pi gestured to inquire.　
"What the heck is Binhai City?" Zhang Zian pointed out the mistake. "Pi, did you make a mistake? This is not Binhai City, and there is no such a city in China."　
"Eeek."　

Pi pointed at the website instructions for authors to show Zhang Zian. 
He stretched his neck, gazed at the screen and read. "In order to avoid unnecessary complications caused by real information in your work, we suggest the that authors avoid using real information in your writing, such as geographic locations, celebrity names, well-known companies, etc.... What the heck is this?"　
That was why. No wonder Pi used "Binhai City" to replace the real name of the city. He thought Pi was making a mistake.　
"But this city name is too sloppy. You'd better make a note, in case the readers complain about it." Zhang Zian reminded it.　　
Pi nodded bitterly and continued: "In this city with a sloppy name, there was a small, unknown pet shop." 
Zhang Zian nodded with satisfaction. But the next sentence made him uneasy again!　　
"Who is Zhang Zian? Why haven't I heard of this guy?" He asked.　　
Pi pointed at him, meaning "you", then at the website instructions on "celebrity names". 
Fine...I'm a celebrity at the end of the day. I was about to be myself and win the heart of a thousand girls...Zhang Zian was speechless. But to avoid breaking the website's rule by using a real name, he had to accept this weird alias.　　
"How about you, Galaxy and Famous? And Fina, Old Time Tea, Richard, and Snowy Lionet? Will they have aliases too?" He asked.　　
Pi typed: "No. We are not humans, so we can keep our names."　　
After typing, it deleted this extra sentence.　　
This cheered Famous up. "Great! I always wanted to keep my real name, not using an alias nor becoming a substitute of another dog."　　
This is unfair... Dogs have more rights than men these days? Zhang Zian was a little upset in his heart.　
After writing for a while, Pi was stuck, and could not tap any more keys on the keyboard. It scratched its head, read the nameless book for a few minutes, then resumed typing.　


Pi was a slow typist. Before this, it was typing out newspapers, following a template. Chinese was not its mother tongue. It had to design a plot, sketch the Chinese words in its head, then type them out.　　
If it were someone else with the same typing speed, Zhang Zian would not have watched on the side. But Pi was the one typing, and the story was about himself. He watched with great patience, going downstairs occasionally for business. 　　
As the words jumped from of Pi's keyboard onto the laptop screen, Zhang Zian's memory gradually came back. He relived the unforgettable days with Pi's words. 　
The detail that Pi described were things that he never told anybody else. He had even forgotten some of them himself. He lived everything in first person, but Pi recorded from an objective, third-person perspective, just like an invisible camera floating around him, recording every tiny detail.　　
"I absolutely didn't have dark eye circles." He pointed out.　
Pi typed "Yes" with certainty, then deleted it. It waved the nameless book, suggesting the nameless book's record could never be wrong.　　
Zhang Zian didn't know how to defend himself. He knew that he may have dark eye circles then after a few sleepless nights in the hospital, and being exhausted with the funeral. He might have very dark eye circles, but he couldn't see it himself. 
After the debut of Little Celery in Pi's writing, he laughed and said: "If Wang Yaning reads this novel, my obsession with young girls would be made known... Oh, Pi, apart from the names and locations, is everything else real?"　　
Pi thought about it and typed: "70% real and 30% unreal, just like 'Romance of the Three Kingdoms'."　　
Zhang Zian laughed silently. Pi certainly read the four masterpieces.　
After finishing the first chapter, with a 2079 word count, Pi uploaded it with satisfaction.
"Take a break, Pi." suggested Zhang Zian. Two to three hours had passed since Pi started writing this chapter.　
Pi jumped off the chair obediently to stretch itself. But it was worried about the fate of this novel. The beginning was so ordinary. Would someone read it?　　
　　



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

Riloth 19th the 5th
Dear Spellbook,
This coffee stuff is growing on me. I didn't expect it to, seeing as my body seems to restore itself to this state of misery every day. 
Show me the doodle I ripped out the today before.
It seems pages not in you during a reset don't come back with us. Before when I ripped pages out they would return at dawn the next day, that at least tells us that the resets occur before dawn. I was up till 12:40 last night, but I dozed off and on all night and missed it again. I'm going to need to take a nap one of these todays to figure that out.
[Doodles of Daulf trying to wrangle a giant goat]
Riloth 17th
That morning I was not woken by a thunderous knock, Daulf being busy saving the world or something. The first thing I did that day was ring the room service bell to see about getting a bath. Simon was not on duty that day and I never caught the names of most of the other attendants. They directed me to a room on the first floor behind the kitchen.
What I expected was a small private room with a wooden bathing tub. What I got surpassed my wildest dreams. Well, wildest bathing-related dreams at least.
It was quite possibly the single most magnificent thing I have seen in my entire life. The bathhouse was made entirely from marble. A long pool took up the floor entirely beyond the entryway. The pool was one hundred feet long and twenty feet wide, and every ten feet it had an opening for a private bathing area. My first step in was magical. I can literally do magic, and it was magical. I think that if I could cast Clean, I would still come here every day just to experience it.
The water was JUST on the edge of being unbearably hot, and it smelled wonderful, like a mix of roses and fresh crisp winter air after snow. The entire chamber was made of the purest white marble and the floor of the pool —also marble—was so smooth it was as if I wasn't even touching the floor but floating. At first I thought the water might become stagnant, but once I was chest-deep I noticed a subtle flow to the pool. If I let it take me it drew me to a drain in the very center. Looking down at the drain through the water I could make out the faint lines of ward runes.
The private bathing areas were ten-foot square enclaves along the edge of the pool. The rooms had submerged benches and enchanted braziers outside the water you could ladle water onto to fill the enclave with steam, and lounging benches outside the water to lay on. You could seal the area off and get out of the pool and enjoy a private sauna. I had balked at the two silver entry fee, but I would easily pay double for this.
I may have gotten carried away with the description of the bath, needless to say, I stayed there till lunch. They wouldn't deliver it to the bath even though the kitchen was RIGHT THERE. Simon's second betrayal of many.
After a long bath and a quick lunch, I headed out to check out the libraries in town. Everyone else seemed to be doing their own thing today so I decided to get to work translating the passages you showed me.
Asking the front desk of the hotel, not Simon, I was directed to the town's library. For a town of Crossroads size, the library was out of place. I speak from experience, having seen a lot of libraries in my day and browsed countless books. Don't be jealous, they didn't mean anything to me.
Something about this library seemed not to fit the town. I had seen larger libraries and fancier libraries but never one with so much... weight? As if the knowledge inside was affecting the world around it in a tangible way.
The library was built in the same style and colors as the Parlor. The steps leading up to the front door were a miniature version of the grand stairs leading up to the Parlor. Above the entrance, a sign read "Crystal Dragon Book Repository". The sign showed a dragon coiled possessively around a horde of books.
On the door was carved a notice "Books cannot leave the premise." As I opened the door and stepped through it, the open door revealed that the threshold was inscribed with intricate warding runes. At the time I did not notice these, but it is strange that I've seen two instances of rune wards in this small town when I'd only ever seen a handful in my life. There must be a resident warder somewhere. This could be a great opportunity to learn the skill. The few who know it outside of the dwarves guard the art as much as the dwarves do.
Inside there was a sign on a lecture with the same message and I was greeted with, "Good afternoon, welcome to the Crystal Dragon Book Repository. Books cannot leave the premises. How can I assist you today?" The speaker was an elderly man who stood behind a desk. He was dressed in a less fanciful variation of the uniform worn by the Parlor staff and was working on a book's binding as I walked in.
Looking me up and down I saw recognition in his eyes, "Oh yes, you must be Apprentice Theral! Kine told me to expect you. I am the keeper of this wondrous collection, you can call me Jarreth. What can I help you find? An epic? A romance? An epic romance?"
He said the last one with a wink.
I'm not sure how he got word to this man so fast. Kine, apparently the name of the man at the desk, must have some magical means of communication with Jarreth. This is another odd quirk of yours. I could not remember Kine's name while writing about speaking to him, even though I learned it later and since forgot. I could have told you the number of buttons on his shirt had I tried, but not a name I didn't know in that moment. I suspect there is something going on here beyond simple memory enhancement. Some of the things I'm remembering don't seem possible for me to have perceived, even passively, when the events occurred. The runes on the door jam, for instance, I know I was not looking at the floor as I crossed the threshold because I read the sign as soon as the door opened.
I digress. I get distracted easily as you are learning. But you also are a book and are incapable of caring. Right?
So back to the library. In answer to Jarreth's offer of aid, I pulled out a sheet of the unknown text which I tore out of you that morning. "I'm afraid my pursuits are a hair more academic in nature. I am looking to translate this text, do you recognize it?"
It seemed like I came to the right man for while studying the page he began to speak excitedly "I can't say that I have. This is fascinating. This could be a Pre-Flood script that didn't survive the trip to The Continent. The writing implement seems to be some sort of dull tipped quill, which rules out the Dwarves and Gnomes and all the other deep dwellers who developed writing using sharp chisels. The elves have records from their original written language and that used brushes and looked nothing like this. Orcs didn't write before... They still don't really write. The Demonblood script is known to me and is more certainly not this, again like the elves has survived the ages unchanged. And halflings never had a script of their own." He stopped and took a breath.
"So what we have here is either a lost human language or—" He paused, maybe to think, but I suspect it was for dramatic effect, "a script of an unblessed sentient race."
Unblessed sentient race is a very scholarly way of saying monster. Minotaurs, harpies, sirens, centaurs, goblins, and so on. The races the gods created but lacked the full capacity of thought they wanted to imbue into the races of men. Some can be as smart or smarter than men, but those with cunning lack in other areas. A kobold can make a trap of a complexity that would surpass the work of a human but they can't count past eight or control themselves when they see a shiny object.
He continued "I am afraid to say, but no book here is going to help you identify this language, but you're free to see that for yourself. I recommend you start in aisle 4 D. If you have any more text like this, I'd love to see it."
"Thank you for your advice. I think I will try anyway. Unfortunately, that page is all I have but I will keep you in mind if I find more, or translate it." I lied.
The stacks of books were spectacular. Each shelf reached the full height to the ten-foot ceiling and had a ladder on a track that ran its length. The shelves themselves were made of slabs of marble that left me with many questions as to their construction method.
I fought my worst nature and surveyed the recommended section. To my father's endless frustration, my typical "strategy" when first entering a new library, was to wander aimlessly until something struck my eye and read it cover to cover before picking something new. After a few hours, I made a discovery: Jarreth was correct. None of the books had anything close to the language in your pages.
One thing about the library that is coming back to me now, which I hadn't realized at the time, was that each book had a small gemstone set somewhere on the book and it was surrounded by a rune. Most were on the spine but some were on the inside cover. I will have to go back and investigate those. Runes and wards are very rare outside of dwarven holds.
The rest of the evening was uneventful. Simon was off duty so Kine brought my dinner up to the room. While the room rates were extortion the meals were fair, expensive for sure, but worth every copper bit. I spent a lovely evening alone in my room, and eventually decided to study the spellforms in your pages
I tried to decipher the Light spellform that night as well, but I couldn't figure it out. Its appearance didn't match the lessons my mother taught me or the crude examples she drew. Each spellform, or so I was taught, is drawn on a frame of three concentric circles. The outer frame is the anchor for the construct template. The middle ring holds the locations of the gate you must enter the Arcane Realm through, and the inner ring holds the Font you are drawing from. Between the middle and inner rings lies the path. Each of these is represented by complicated swirling curved lines that mean nothing in and of themselves but hold in them Imbued Will with the knowledge needed to learn the spell.
The spellforms in your pages are wrong. Sorry if that offends you but they look incomplete. They have only two framing circles, the construct and the Font. Furthermore, the construct is far more complicated than it should be for a cantrip. I'd say my mother's lessons were completely wrong, but the Font is identical as she described. Who was your previous owner?
Maybe if I can figure out what's written below it will shed some light on the mystery. I took a stab at trying to translate that text that matched the language of the spell. This is not going to be an easy process. I planned to spend the night translating that document, but I couldn't recognize any of the text. It doesn't resemble any language and without something to go off of, I'm at an impasse. Is it an impasse if you've made zero progress before being forced to stop? 
 ---
-Leads-
Leads:
House Barion
Landing Command tent
Giant north of the town
Outlaws out in forest ruins.
Investigate runes
Baths
Before writing I'd say that day had been uneventful, but those runes are certainly something I need to investigate. Runes are very rare outside of the Dwarven holds. Not that I or anyone I'd ever met before Edgewater had ever been to one. Another lead that's unlikely to lead to the cause of this prison, but it is an oddity that should not be overlooked and maybe a big opportunity.
Needless to say, the baths require extensive further study.
Resources
Library
Copy my To Do list below the line I will draw.
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 To Do
Find a way out of these resets
Find others aware of the resets
Find a way to wake up early
Cure this hangover
Learn the capabilities of this book
Learn the language of the spellforms
Learn how to read spellforms
Learn spellform writing
Interesting. I can give you a command that's delayed to a trigger. This definitely requires some more exploring.
I'm off to spend the rest of the night in the bath till the reset. I think I might try to sneak some food in. What are they going to do, kick me out?
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Dear Spellbook, 
I snuck pastries into the bath last night but they got really gross in the heat and humidity. In here but now I can't relax. I keep thinking about my life before this loop. My parents, our travels, my "training". 
I grew up on the road, traveling with my parents. We traveled all over The Continent, looking through private libraries and forgotten ruins. We never stayed in a place as nice as the Crystal Dragon, my father would have shared Roland's sentiment of the rates, but his idea of luxurious relaxation was discovering a new edition of a book he'd previously read and trying to identify the differences. From memory. Without reading the footnotes. How he won my mother I never knew. We'd stay in the larger cities for longer, sometimes over a year, but when we did either my mother or father would disappear for weeks at a time without giving a very convincing reason why. My father was always looking for any scrap of pre-Flood history, and my mother was torturing me to unlock my sorcerous powers. And when I say torture, I do mean torture. A sorcerer doesn't learn new spells through study and patience. They manifest spells when faced with a life-or-death situation. To "teach" me, my mother would create situations where I believed my life to be in danger. Manufactured life or death situations are less effective than real ones because part of your mind knows what's happening, but all that means is that it takes longer—and you need to try more often.
To learn to manifest fire, I was soaked in water and left in a pit during the winter with a pile of rags and paper. Most nights ended with me succumbing to hypothermia and being rescued. Finally, one night shortly before my scheduled unconsciousness, I willed fire into being and ignited the pile of combustibles. My mother was impressed that it only took me two weeks to learn, she told me it had taken her three—and that had been a record for her clan. At that, I started to suspect that maybe my mother ran away from home instead of being cast out.
In similar fashions, my mother stranded me in a small sailboat in a barracuda-infested lake, so I could learn to manifest wind. I learned mage hand early in that week while trying to catch something to eat and finally got the hang of gust when my boat started to take on water and I started to panic.
She tried to teach me Arcane Armor by throwing stones at me while I was tied to a tree, but instead, I teleported away. She saw that as a failure on my part and tied me back up, this time blindfolded.
On top of those, I learned a spell or two the old-fashioned way. Real, un-manufactured, peril. When our donkey got spooked and dragged our cart off a cliff, I saved us by slowing our fall with a focused upward blast of wind. Unfortunately, I could only save my parents and me, the donkey did not make it.
When a pack of wolves attacked our camp, my small flame-producing skill grew into a genuine Firebolt to drive them away.
I don't want you to think that my mother was sadistic. Can you think? I suspect you must have some level of cognition. She was not cruel, she was preparing me for the world. Without being able to replicate the standard repertoire of any Tower or Stormcaller Wizard apprentice, there is no way I would survive on my own in the continent. Not if I wanted to make use of my abilities that is.
A huge red flag that a "wizard" is actually a sorcerer in disguise is a lack of variety in the abilities they display. If all it took to fool a Seeker was to lug around a book of doodles, there would be a lot more sorcerers running around. A sorcerer's power manifests as a spell that best solves the immediate problem, but if you can already do something that will almost solve the problem, the spell you manifest is likely to be a growth from that.
For example, when the wolves attacked, I was able to cast Firebolt because I could already create fire. When all you have is a hammer, everything is a nail. When all you can cast is Firebolt, most of your problems get solved by being lit on fire. Once a sorcerer learns one element, they rarely learn to manifest a second; narrowly focused elementalists are on the Seekers short list of suspects. Being able to cast Firebolt and Lightning Bolt is often enough to deter suspicion.
I wasn't clear yesterday on the wizardry aspect of my training. I wrote of constructs, but I have never explained them. I meant to but got distracted by that spellform. A mental construct is what a wizard must use to harness the fonts to an intended effect. When casting, wizards do not simply build these on the fly, but instead build them from the images of them they store in their minds, exerting will in the effort. I refer to them as templates, though I am sure they have some official name amongst the classically trained.
The first step in learning wizardry is to learn to build a place in your mind to store these templates. From this mental vault, you can then learn to access the arcane realm, and this vault governs the shape that realm takes in your mind. My mother's vault takes the form of a ship at sea, and to her, the arcane realm is an ocean floor. Mine is a small apartment and when I exit a door to the arcane realm it appears as an endless city.
To cast a spell a wizard must have these templates stored in their mind. Without them, the complexity of a spell is too much to create in a moment. The more of these a wizard maintains, the more spells they have access to at any moment, but holding more in your mind reduces the amount of will you have available when fully rested. I have heard of ritual casting but never seen it. I suspect that is a method of casting to bypass the need for templates, but it requires ward-like runes as well.
When my mother taught me spells, it was these templates that she taught me to shape in my mind. Each night I must check the integrity of them to make sure they do not decay. If I catch the decay, I can repair it, but if they are lost I doubt I would be able to rebuild them.
This is the magic, if you will, of spellforms. A wizard can copy a template from their spellbook in a relatively short time, even if the one in their mind is completely gone.

Live. Study. Repeat.

Tal is a sorcerer in a world where they are killed on sight, traveling with a man charged with carrying out the task. Every night Tal must pretend to study his spellbook to maintain his disguise as a Wizard’s Apprentice. If his disguise slips and his charade is uncovered, it will be his death. Seeking answers to mysteries that arose after his parent’s murder, Tal must accept any allies, no matter the risks, to uncover his family’s secret. But when he wakes up one morning to find himself trapped repeating the same day, he has to overcome his challenges all on his own.

(A/N: Important announcement at the end of the chapter~.)
Peeking a few years into the future, specifically around the time that a second story was intended to take place, Vahn was unsurprised to find that his Template had elected to take matters into his own hands. More specifically, he had used his status as one of the most powerful and influential voices within the Pangalactic Federation to make amendments to the Underdeveloped Planet Preservation Pact. This allowed him to establish an organization that specialized in the research and observation of so-called Underdeveloped Civilizations, and, whenever anomalies were discovered, his team was uniquely equipped to deal with threats to the universe.
Though there was a significant amount of backlash in the early years, Vahn's Template, also known as Vahn, was eventually declared Hegemon of the Pangalactic Federation after establishing contact with one of the universe's oldest and most technologically overdeveloped civilizations, the Nedians. With their cooperation, he was able to, quite literally, prevent the destruction of the entire universe, and, as a result of his Guardianship over their final heiress, an adorable blue-haired girl named Rena Lanford, he was entrusted with nearly 700,000,000 years of data related to universe's development and every technological advancement the Nedians had ever made.
Seeing how successful his alternate self had become, Vahn couldn't help feeling just a little envious. It wasn't that he was wanting for things like power and beautiful women at his side. It was more so that he was envious of the 'stability' of their existence. His own life seemed exceedingly random at times, and, though he had a general understanding of the direction he was moving in, the goal he was reaching for was something beyond comprehension. Inversely, the Template he had created as his proxy in the Tri-Ace Anthology had a perfect understanding of the direction his life was heading, and, through a concerted effort, he was able to overthrow a plot more than four-billion-years in the making before ushering in an era of peace and stability that spanned nearly 1300 years.
While 1300 years might not seem like a long time, it was an astronomical amount considering he was the Hegemon of a Federation that spanned several galaxies and more than 60,000 'civilized' worlds. The longest era of peace prior to his reign was only eight years, as, whenever people made distinctions between 'civilized' and 'uncivilized', finding corruption was easier than finding grains of sand on a beach. It didn't help that there was no unified system of governance among the planets comprising the Pangalactic Federation, as, whenever someone tried to install such a government, they were bastardized as an autocrat or a tyrant by the powers pulling the strings from behind the scenes.
In the end, it took demonic creatures invading from another dimension to shatter the peace that had been wrought through Fellpool Vahn's efforts. This, in turn, led to the discovery that the entire universe had simply been a simulation created by higher-dimensional beings as a way for them to pass the time. This revelation led to widespread chaos throughout the Universe before Vahn and his allies, once again, fought to restore peace and establish peaceful coexistence between the 'Eternal Sphere', the name of their universal simulation, and the Fourth-Dimensional beings responsible for its creation.
Though he could have continued to rule as Hegemon, Fellpool Vahn took advantage of the fact that he had reached the end of his reality's established timeline to finally retire. In his place, he allowed the reality-spanning E.S.O.A.A, the system designed to monitor the Eternal Sphere, to manage, not just the Pangalactic Federation, but all civilizations within its sphere of influence. This led to quite a number of issues throughout the universe, but, with the threat of literal deletion hanging over their heads, most groups remained relatively reasonable in their opposition to Universal Governance. As for Vahn and his extended family, they became the bridge between the Eternal Sphere and Fourth-Dimensional Space, guaranteeing the preservation of the former while working with the people of the latter to uncover the truth of their own origin...
---
After what felt like an eternity, largely due to the fact he inherited the memories and experiences of his Templates, Vahn departed from his Internalized Realm to find himself relaxing comfortably in his own bed. This filled him with a momentary sense of incongruity, but, the moment he met the gazes of the noticeably fatigued Theo, Mira, and Lisanna, a natural smile spread across his face.
Returning a smile of her own, Mira deiced to ask what the other two were thinking, her voice filled with undertones of concern as she inquired, "How long were you gone?"
Though it wouldn't be inaccurate to say he was gone for a much longer period of time, Vahn placed a kiss atop Mira's head before answering, "Eight months..." in a whispering tone.
Meeting Vahn's gaze, Mira got the distinct impression he was hiding something, so, without beating around the bush, she asked, "How many?"
Confused by the contextless question, Vahn tilted his head to the side, the gears of his mind turning until Sis took pity on him and explained, (*She is asking about the number of women you picked up despite stating you were simply going to observe.*)
Since his Template had been created around the time of the first divergence of fate, Vahn wouldn't be lying if he said he hadn't picked up any new women during his time away. Unfortunately, as his Template had only developed a true Ego towards the end of the journey, it wasn't wrong to say he was the one in control. Thus, rather than avoid any responsibility in the matter, he answered, "Just one..." since, prior to his Template gaining independence, they had shared a number of experiences with the remarkably affectionate Pericci.
Hearing Vahn's response, Mira, Theo, and Lisanna all showed genuine surprise on their faces as the eldest of the two Strauss sisters asked, "Only one? That is a surprising amount of restraint coming from you...can you show us what she looks like?"
Though his smile became somewhat wry due to her rather biting remark, Vahn extended his palm to create a three-dimensional projection of Pericci prior to their separation. The moment the three girls saw her, a glimmer of enlightenment could be seen in their eyes as Lisanna casually remarked, "She looks a lot like Fenrir...albeit a lot more 'bubbly'..."
Nodding their heads in agreement, Mira and Theo continued to observe the scale-model of Pericci, the latter tilting her head to examine the projection's backside, musing, "Oh my..." with an amused glimmer in her eyes.
Shaking his head, Vahn's expression relaxed as he dissipated the projection and briefly recounted the events that had transpired within the Actualized World. This explanation was aided by the use of Memory Projection Spheres, and, though it took several hours, he could easily control the flow of time within the room to afford them ample opportunity to witness his exploits. This led to a number of questions regarding the relationship between his Template and several other female members of the verse, but, as he was no longer in control at that point, he couldn't be held accountable for his Fellpool counterpart's actions...
---
With most of his frustrations thoroughly vented, Vahn departed the Little Garden alongside Theo, Musashi, Scathach, and, of course, Index. His return brought back a few unpleasant memories, but, having gained an additional 1300 years of experience over the course of an eight-month period, he was no longer as affected by the tragedy that had resulted from Chung's depravity and boredom.
After taking a few minutes to collect himself and organize his thoughts, Vahn decided it would be prudent of him to return to the Quarantine Area and liberate those within. He could always restore their data at a later date, but, rather than risk something happening in the future, it was best to take action in the present. He knew from the Law of Identity's acquisition of Data Eduan's memories that the latter possessed the means to effectively format the entire Hidden Floor, so, before karma and fate could reveal their hands, Vahn wanted to eliminate as many concerning variables as possible.
To aid in this endeavor, Vahn had compiled the data pertaining to the Hidden Floor's residents into a Memory Fragment that was then uploaded to the Intelligence Nexus that had been jointly created by Urahara and Android 21 in accordance with Da Vinci's original design specifications for the Ark, Mother, and Shadow Systems. This allowed them to mass-produce Gigai, artificial bodies that were functionally identical to normal humans, that perfectly emulated the physical appearance and base specifications of everyone who had been adversely modified by Chung.
Though it would normally take several hours to create a single Gigai, Vahn's ability to freely control the flow of time within the Little Garden reduced the time taken to a completely negligible amount. This was one of the most heinous exploits made possible through the combination of his status as a Tier 5 and the master of the Little Garden. Using it, he could even cultivate various medicinal plants and other cultivation resources that would typically take tens-of-thousands of years to mature. This, in turn, afforded him the opportunity to generate functionally unlimited OP, as, with the exception of goods purchased directly from the system shop, anything grown naturally could be traded in at roughly 1/10th its original value.
While it wasn't the most cost-efficient way to generate Origin Points, primarily because he would never task anyone with watching over plants for tens of thousands of years at a time, the gardens of the Seventh Layer had become the primary source of Vahn's OP income. The only caveats were that many 'heavenly treasures', plants included, became sapient after a certain amount of time had passed. They also had a propensity for killing and consuming nearby treasures, so, without anyone to keep order, a number of magical beasts, some of which were farmed for OP, had taken residence within the Seventh Layer. This made it a pretty popular place for live combat training, as, thanks to the influence of the Law of Progress, the creatures within grew powerful at an exponential rate...
---
Though he was quite accustomed to waiting, Yu Hansung was beginning to feel a little impatient after coming to learn that an Irregular different from the one he had anticipated had arrived on the Hidden Floor. To make matters even worse, the Irregular had freely trespassed the Quarantine Area to seek him out; and, according to the residents of the Seed, he had even greater authority over the Hidden Floor's systems than the Big Breeders selected to manage it.
Lamenting the lack of coffee within the Quarantine Area, Yu Hansung exhaled a troubled sigh as he vexatiously watched the bridge connecting the Seed to the larger structure of the Fruit of Good and Evil. He wanted to witness how the man named Vahn entered the area for himself, as, according to the reports of Batis and other trustworthy sources, the former had allegedly appeared out of thin air before disappearing in much the same manner. If this was true, it meant they could finally leave the Quarantine Area, as, according to the same sources, there had been several other people traveling alongside the presumed Irregular.
As if machinated by fate, a strange ripple appeared the moment this thought crossed Yu Hansung's mind. From within, a handsome man with windswept brown hair, energetic green eyes, and tanned skin emerged alongside two uncannily similar individuals. At a glance, the trio could be mistaken for triplets, but, with a few small variations in their facial structure, hairstyles, and choice of clothing, it was hard to be certain. The only thing Yu Hansung knew with absolute certainty was that they had the exact same eye pigment, and, as far as he could tell, power levels that were completely off the charts...
(A/N: Alternate Titles: 'TFW your Template is more successful than yourself...','Mira low-key taking pot-shots at Vahn's ego xD...','Karma is a bitch (O w O)...')
(A/N: It is no secret on the Discord server, but I've been severely ill for the past month or so. This has given me a lot of time to think about what I'm doing with both my life and the novel. As I have stated in the past, EPIC was always intended to be practice. To that end, I intend to continue writing until the story reaches a natural conclusion and all its central mechanics have been expanded upon. At the same time, however, I need to begin seriously considering my personal wellness and financial situation. I have neither a car nor health insurance, so, even when I could barely move around, I had little choice but to tough it out. Fortunately, writing doesn't require me to physically exert myself or leave my apartment. Had I been working full or part-time, I imagine I would have been in a similar situation as many of my fellow Americans. To that end, I am truly grateful for the support everyone has given me thus far. Unfortunately, this is also where a problem presents itself. Everyone is facing trying times these days, and, were it not for the benevolence of a few kind souls, I would probably be completely broke right now. Fortunately, someone was kind enough to contribute a $640 Path-level donation on my *******, but, as a result, several others also reduced their pledges. Now, I'm roughly $300-400 dollars beneath the level that was previously supporting me. If things continue at this rate, I might be forced to do other work just to be able to get by. This, however, would put EPIC at risk, so, despite some serious concerns from my parents and friends, I've decided to just say 'fuck it' and go all-in on writing. To that effect, I will be doing my best to release three chapters Sat-Thur. At the same time, I intend to start writing on an offshoot called 'EPIC Side Stories' that will only be made available on my *******. I don't have the heart to hold actual EPIC chapters hostage, so, in the hopes of improving my situation, I will be holding polls to allow the community to decide what the side stories pertain to. Examples include things like: the events that had taken place in the Tri-Ace Anthology, NSFW scenes between various characters, and anything else EPIC-related. If you are interested in being a part of the community and quite literally helping me survive, I will be making all side-stories available for a single dollar. For those who think this is unfair, know that I intend to make all side-stories public once EPIC has finished. I am forced into this situation by circumstance, and I hope this decision hasn't offended anyone. You all are what make EPIC possible, and, were it not for the support of many amazing individuals, I might not even be here right now. Thank you for your patience and understanding during these trying times...and, while it is hard to sound sincere in text, know that I am sorry things have come to this. You all deserve better than this...we all deserve better than this...)
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Vahn was an atypical youth. Due to a rare mutation, his blood had the potential to target and attack ailments within the human body. Touted as a universal cure, people had elevated his status above the norm and given him the classification "Panacea". In the media, he was hailed as a great hero who would usher in a new era or human wellness. However, behind the scenes things weren't so bright. Being a unique individual, Vahn spent his entire youth locked up in a lab with various scientists and research teams using his body and blood to perform endless amounts of experiments. The only solace in his suffering was the various anime and manga made available to him between experiments. He often imagined himself as the protagonist in a world of his own, finally in control of his own destiny. For years he nurtured this desire, until at the age of 14 he died when an organization had tried to kidnap him from the lab...

"Finally, I don't have to suffer anymore..."

This was Vahn's last thought as he faded into the endless black abyss...

"You poor soul."

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The next day Edwin dodged his friends request to visit Hogsmeade and chose to finish creating an outline for his runes Script, Inside the room of requirement books and pages was scatted on and around the table that Edwin was working at, most of the books on the table are muggle books that had Edwin purchased from a secondhand bookstore to use as a reference to what his rune script needs to contain.

" Why can't I find any clue to make It work!" Edwin shouted face-palming himself, Edwin had been trying to find a way to make the Script following what he had been reading but Edwin ran into a problem to make everything to work he would need to give meaning to each instruction by hand which meant he would have to create a rune for each 1 and 0's( or code ?) combination that the books use.

Laying back on the chair Edwin put on the Walkman and the song Under Pressure by Queen started to play but with the Walkman on  Edwin couldn't hear the door opening.

A girl with dirty blond hair walked through the door she had an unusual smile on her face as she saw Edwin at the table she walked towards him and tapped his shoulder 

Edwin jumped out of the chair startle and called out " Luna !... you jumped me " 

"  sorry Edwin... but what are you doing " Luna stated with a curious expression on her face

" I'm taking a break," Edwin said sitting back down " how come you're not with Ysabel ?"

" She's with her friends and they don't seem to like me," Luna said, " what are you taking a break from ?" 

Edwin told Luna what he was trying to do with runes Luna looked at Edwin and said with a warm smile " Don't give up keep trying you'll get.. even if you don't at least you tried "

" Which book should I start with, " Luna said picking up the books on the table " I'm going to help you "

" Aren't you here to do something ?" Edwin asked 

" Yes but Moonfrogs could wait a friend need help " Luna replied with a smile, 

" what are Moonfrogs " Edwin asked

" there are frogs that came from the moon "

" that would be cool to see "Edwin said handing Luna Rune introduction and computer coding to read Edwin turned off the Walkman and started to focus back on creating the Rune Script by drawing symbols and weird letters.

The symbols and letter did not have any magic meaning as yet but will serve as a template when Edwin would give them meaning when Luna finished reading the Rune introduction and had started to start reading coding Luna looked as though she had an idea.

" Do you know how to create runes ?" Luna asks putting down the book 

" yeah it's actuality simple the only hard part is creating the letters or symbols " Edwin replied " it's just like creating spells but easier you Focus on what you're are intending the rune to mean and write it on something then the rune would then mean that... it could change depending on who is writing it but that's a whole other thing " 

" So if you can create runes that mean anything you want it to then why are you following this " Luna said raising the coding book up " Runes and this code is different "

" Well you see I never created something like this and wanted to use Muggle codes that are like runes to-" Edwin said but as he was to continue he stopped to think.

" Luna I just found out what I've been doing wrong," Edwin said holding Luna's shoulder and shaking her " I have been trying to use runes as codes but runes are not codes its magic and could be anything why couldn't I see it before "

" Because You were trying to copy someone else work " Luna stated with a blank expression 

Edwin faced turned into a frown " you're right... if it wasn't for you I might have been stuck Th-"

" I'm always happy to help a friend, " Luna said with a smile before Edwin could say thank you 

Edwin collected the paper that was on the table and floor into a pile "  Incendio" the pile of paper caught on fire and soon turned into ash " Even though I figure out what I have to do it'll take time "

" If you need help you always have me "

Luna started to look for records of Moonfrogs Edwin with new ideas on how to use runes went back to the drawing board as Edwin taught of ideas on how to use the runes a thought came to his mind  " why don't I just use using Ravenclaw Diadem won't learning be easier  "

Edwin headed to the chamber of secrets to retrieve Ravenclaws's Diadem when inside the chamber of secrets Edwin checked to see if the Basilisk had started to melt but the ice didn't seem to move at all.

Being extra careful Edwin did not touch the Diadem as he didn't know if there was a curse on it as most of the Horcruxes that Voldemort made has, with the Diadem floating behind Edwin carried into the washroom and covered it with his robes.

Edwin planned to take Diadem to Snape's and ask if he could check and remove any curses that the Diadem may have when Edwin arrived at Snape's office he was just leaving " Professor Snape " Edwin called out 

" What is it, " Snape said and continue to walk passing Edwin

Edwin walked up to Snape trying to keep up he said " I found something interesting but it's giving off a strange vibe "  

Snape came to a stop " Is it curse " Snape hissed 

" Possibly " Edwin replied with a smirk 

" Leave it in my office draw and do not touch a thing, " Snape said  

" Thank you, Professor Snape, " 

Before Edwin could walk away Snape called him " When my meeting is over we'll have a little chat "

follows Edwin Vaclav who found out that he is a wizard in harry potter world after being reincarnate after many years just thinking its an  ordinary world



i don't own harry potter just my oc

* Orthodox Writing

Everyone knows what format a web novel is written in : Protagonist starts at the lowest point, gains a cheat, then kicks asses of various levels depending on difficulty.

These protagonists (only talking about male targeted audience) come in various types :
 01. Sword wielding ones – most popular bunch.
 02. Treasure wielders
 03. Having an expert mentors, etc. 


There are many more, and all of these are common templates, which are frequently used.


* What readers seek ?

It is a misconception that the protagonist of a story must be like an expert, who never loses, and searches for something elusive such as 'the peak of the sword' etc.

Actually, the readers do not care what kind of person the protagonist is, as they might be reading multiple web novels in a single day. What the readers search for are only three things :
 1. Authority
 2. Success
 3. Improvement

A web novel is a wish fulfillment novel, where the readers imagine themselves to be the Protagonist. This is why the Protagonist must, after a certain point, have high status in the story, success in all fields, whether academic or relationship, and a tremendous improvement compared to their past selves.

Such protagonists are called as the Orthodox Protagonists, who follow the pre-defined templates.


* Unorthodox Writing

Consider a typical scenario :

A teenage boy of sixteen pulls a holy sword from a rock, becoming a hero. Eventually, he sets off with a party of four – the hero wielding a sword, a barbarian man with a shield, an beautiful elf with a bow and arrow, and an innocent and curvy healer.

This is a common template, which has been used and refined over the years, with the hero who wields the sword being the Protagonist. The sword wielding hero will eventually seduce the elf and the innocent healer, and the barbarian man will become his best friend and right hand man (a.k.a. his subordinate).

Such web novels are difficult to write, as they have been already explored, and the readers are fed up with it.

This calls for a change in perspective.

Perhaps a story centered around the barbarian man.

Remember that your web novel must be "immersive", just like a good video game. If a novel is very immersive, then it will be hard for the readers to part with your created world.


* How to make a web novel immersive ?

01. Your Protagonist must not be a typical protagonist. In the above example, he can be anyone other than the sword wielding hero, like the barbarian man, the demon king, a merchant in the world, the king of the human world, etc.

The reason is that the template protagonists are usually elusive, and they are not much in contact with the world because of their 'mission'. On the other hand, a 'mob character' is more connected to the world, yet does not attract as much aggro as these supposedly main characters.

02. Your Protagonist must be a typical mortal.

Unlike the typical protagonists with indomitable wills and heavenly luck, your Protagonist can be a person with faults, like being greedy, lazy, or arrogant, etc.

These faults help the character to fit in the world better.

03. Your Protagonist should be affected by the world around him.

For example, if the Protagonist is a merchant, then he might hear of the hero's expedition and guess the demands in market for weapons, communication devices, food, etc. and make a killing.

Another example, if the Protagonist is a human city lord with a demon wife, he would proceed on a city expansion path to protect his demon acquaintances.
The point is, just as a hero has his quest, mob characters also have their own quests.


* Reference

The best example for Unorthodox Writing is Fang Xiang's masterpiece "The World of Cultivation".

Even the pets in this novel have their own characters and personalities, and aren't just weapons or mounts. They are just like pets in real life- we do not expect our pets to work. We only keep them because of our emotional attachment.

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Marcus decided to create skills for his Honour Guards first as they were his elite fighting force. They were also the only ones he would consider training in his dungeon as the others were still not showing any talents that would interest him. He was also the most familiar with them so he could personally tailor the skills without having to worry about anomalies that might pop up.
He started with Delsair as she was the only long ranged combatant in the group. He took out a crystal ball and a book from one of the storage rings on his hand. He then wrote the following verses into the first page of the book: Move with the wind, Come with the storm; I weep upon millions, A single hymn plays throughout; Light shall not hinder me nor shall darkness blind me, No obstacle can block my might as I whistle through the sky. He then named the book Archery Origin Scriptures. Although he wasn't well versed in archery, as a prodigy, he had dabbled a little into it and his achievements were enough to put most masters to shame. From his experiments, he found out that the best way to train an archer was to point out the destination and the path to them but not the way to traverse the path. He planned to take this exact approach in training Delsair and any other talented archer who he might encounter in the future and wish to train. Therefore he added a few fundamental skills, the path, to get Delsair started and to give her a template to create her own skills in the future. He also gave her the strongest techniques that he knew, the destination, to prevent her from straying from the correct path. Although he believed that the Way of the Bow should belong to Nine Great Paths, it is simply a lost skill. The last great archers were a Goddess named Artemis and her brother Apollo. They were Primordial Gods and helped to create the universes. Unfortunately, like the other Gods of that time, they had disappeared long ago and the Way of the Bow disappeared with them.
The Nine Great Paths were: Path of the Sword, Path of the Saber, Path of the Spear, Path of Magic, Path of Body Enforcement, Path of the Divine, Path of the Demonic, Path of Medicine, Path of Origin, or as it is more commonly known, Path of the Defiant. These were the main Paths that a warrior would choose when embarking on their long and arduous journey. These Paths, when completely traversed, led to the peak of the world in both power and reputation. Below this was the 18 Major Paths and 36 Minor Ways. As one would expect the Way of the Bow is part of the 36 Minor Ways. It had fallen from Heaven to the depths of Hell. It was a great fall and one that it still hasn't recovered from and, most likely, never recover from. Marcus had heard of this during his expeditions and he impulsively decided to study the Way of the Bow. He decided that he would give a talented individual a chance to revive the Way of the Bow as he was just not that talented using the bow. Where better to start than with one of the ancestors of the bow? In fact, in his current universe, the High Elves were the only ones who would still constantly use the bow for battle. However, they rarely come out of their haven and never pass down the Way of the Bow to anyone other than their own kind.
After writing down the techniques Marcus then stood up and injected mana into the crystal ball. This was called a Magic Powered Light Absorbing and Projecting Soundless Century Lasting Self-Destructing Magic Crystal; it was a basically a Recording Crystal. The company who made this would charge extra the more words there was in the name so they... Anyway, Marcus demonstrated the movements of each of the skills once and recorded it into the crystal. The crystal would only play the movements a hundred times before self-destructing. The Magic Powe... Recording Crystal flashed once before turning into a cold crystal ball once again. It could only be activated if mana was injected into it. This would make it play its recording a hundred times before blowing up in the person's face. The company who made this really had no morals...
After finishing with the Martial Skills for Delsair, Marcus decided to move on to the Path of the Sword. Marcus' main weapon was a sword and he dedicated most of his life to the Path of the Sword. If he claimed that he was the second best in attainments in the Path of the Sword no one would dare to claim first! Not even the Gods, Devils or Buddhas would dare to say they were better. After this was a Primalborn they were competing against. There was a saying that Primalborn may be suppressed since young in cultivation, status and reputation but never in the Path of the Sword! This meant that the moment they were born they would never be below anyone in the Path of the Sword except for their own kind. It was due to this overwhelming statement that the Gods, Devils and Buddhas decided to try their hardest to exterminate them. However, they suffered heavy losses in doing so. There was a story that said ten Gods had surrounded a single Primalborn whose magic pathways was crippled by an encounter with ten Devils just the day before. The ten Gods engaged him in a long battle but they were unable to take the man down! This Primalborn simply relied on his attainments on the Path of the Sword to suppress the ten Gods. In fact, it wasn't true that the Primalborn were unrivalled in the Path of the Sword. Instead, it would be better to say that they were unrivalled in the Path of the Blade! This meant that as long as it had a blade they were proficient in it! That means they were proficient in at least three on the Nine Great Paths! This did not include any of the 18 Major Paths or the 36 Minor Ways!
Marcus decided that he would first teach his Honour Guards the core movements of the sword: Stab, Cleave, Parry and Sweep. Then he would teach them the ten basic movements: Flick, Wave, Hack, Poke, Jab, Curve, Smear, Raise, Intercept and Shave. Then he would teach them the intermediate and advanced movements as well. Only once they had mastered this would he allow them to learn Martial Skills. However, in the eyes of others his core, basic, intermediate and advanced sword forms can already be classified as Martial Skills! This was the depth of skill the Marcus possessed in the Path of the Sword and, more extensively, the Path of the Blade!

It shall never succumb to a raid
It shall never fall before a mighty adventurer
It shall never collapse upon itself
The reason is simple
It is Impenetrable
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This is the story of an Absolute Ranked Dungeon Will, Gaia, and its powerful, intelligent and talented Dungeon Master, Marcus Draecus.
Follow them on their adventure as they make loyal friends and battle powerful foes.
Follow them as they build and Impenetrable Dungeon.

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