It's an assassin's job to kill and many in the field have a policy; all witnesses must be terminated. Purga, whose real name only the dead are aware of, follows said policy religiously. That's until she is caught during work by a young man who is happy to know he'll be put to death and actively encourages it. To him, being a witness was a blessing, to Purga it was a curse.

When Fu Jiu lifted her eyebrows, she still had that smile on her face, making it impossible to guess what she was thinking. No matter what, she still remained extraordinarily handsome. 
In fact, this was also the first time Qin Mo had met someone like this young man.
He looked tricky, and he did things without care for rules and regulations.
From a psychological perspective, it was the most difficult to create a profile on this kind of person.
Therefore, it was safest to keep a scourge like this by his side.
"Which one do you want to hear first?" Fu Jiu looked at the ten novels in her hand. She was having a hard time choosing.
Qin Mo finally regained his senses and said in a pleasant, low voice, "Read your favorite first." People said that one's personality could be determined from his or her choice of books.
Qin Mo used to believe in this professional method religiously, but now… because of young man, he started to reevaluate the complexity of human nature as he looked at how this young man usually was. "He" didn't look like someone who loved reading romantic novels, but in fact, "he" was even more stupid than he had expected.
Fu Jiu didn't read this kind of book a lot. She loved detective suspense fiction novels the most, but there were still some leftover memories of these books in her head. She picked one that she thought had a funny writing style; in fact, it was a book about a rich family on campus[1]. 
The Almighty was quite polite this time, and he gave her a hand gesture to continue. With a demon-like elegance, he crossed his legs and lay on his side on her bed. His face was calm and handsome, and his right hand was still clad in a black glove. His fair wrist was exposed, making people feel that such a creature of perfection shouldn't exist in this world.
Fu Jiu had never thought that her bed was small before, but with this man on it… she felt the need to get a new bed… But it was also because this god was so tall and strong.
"This's a novel written with XXX," Fu Jiu coughed lightly, "It's a novel about rich families on campus."
Qin Mo's thin lips twitched, and he somehow exuded a mocking aura, "Domineering School Hunk, Where Are You Running Off To?" 
"Good memory, Brother Mo." Fu Jiu moved closer and blinked her beautiful eyes.
Young Master Qin reached out and lowered the young man's hat. "I asked you to read bedtime stories, not to flirt."
Fu Jiu's smile widened, and she said with her handsome face:, "Here we go: My name is Zhang Meili. I'm just an ordinary everyday girl, until one day, I transferred to a higher college named 'The Best School of the Nation, the World, and the Universe.'My dreamy journey started. That day, I fainted as I was walking through the forest. Someone showed up, and he was really handsome! And his name was 'Ouyang Moneybags'!"
Hearing this, the man couldn't bear it anymore, and his mouth curled up in cold laughter, "Ouyang Moneybags? What kind of name is that?"
"Brother Mo, just wait, there's more," Fu Jiu started to have more fun reading, "So this Ouyang Moneybags was no other than the only son of the owner of 'The Best School of the Nation, the World, and the Universe'! He knows how to build a spaceship, and there are satellites at his place. After he saw me faint, he gave me a pile of gold bricks and let me go get food with them. But kind, cute, and pure as I am, how could I take money from him! Ouyang Moneybags met a girl who rejected his money for the very first time, so he started to follow me around ever since. I even thought I'm chased by so many, so many that they could line up all the way from my classroom to the school gate, but I really couldn't say no to him, so I agreed to be his girlfriend for a couple of days…"
PA!
Qin Mo reached out his hand, pressed shut the book in Fu Jiu's hand, and said sullenly, "Buy food with gold bricks? You sure you can do that?"
"Brother Mo, this is a book about rich families on campus. Anything's possible, anything!" Fu Jiu held in her laughter, and a glowing light seemed to be emerging out from her eyes.
[1] Rich Family Campus Writing: Such writing about people from rich families and their experiences on campus; 


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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Time flew by in the headmistress office. Nothing was happening, nothing to worry about. She was bored out of her wits, but Minerva McGonagall liked it that way. After all, she had her banquet of problems, just managing the school was good already. Yawning, she turned her back to admire the two portraits behind.

"Albus, it seems our worries were for naught, there will be no troubles this year around Hog- " An engraved pen lifted itself from the desk and started writing on an enormous book. Turning herself around again into the leather chair, sweat started forming on her forehead.

"What is it now, wizards appearing this time of the year? How curious…" She clearly hesitated, before relenting and reading what was being written.

Samuel - It wrote, but it wasn't done yet, and for the first time since its creation, the pen wrote two names.

Samuel or Noah – And just like a puppet cut from its strings, the pen fell to the floor.

"How is this possible?" She spat in the book. "How can there be two names?" Her confusion was as much as a muggle witnessing magic for the first time.

"Can there be such a possibility?" She asked herself. "No, definitely not. This is not plausible or attainable by any means. An individual can only have one name... and why doesn't he have a surname, an orphan perhaps?" As more questions started to settle on her mind, she looked once more to Albus Dumbledore's painting with doubt written on her face. 

"It seems trouble always find its way inside our walls. No matter how much we try to protect our students." A bitter smile formed on her lips.

"I can't do anything about it, now can I?" She sniggered at her own misfortune. "Might as well start writing the admission letter and see what this young man will bring to the college. Will he be a bright student or another one which falls towards the wicked dark arts... only time will tell." She took the pen back and started writing on the paper.

***

'Where am I?'

Was the first thought that Samuel had.

'I was supposed to be entering the campus of my university…'

Then his face turned a deep shade of red, but not because of panic.

'How am I going to do the admission test now?!'

Not at all, he was furious instead. Because all the time he spent studying went right through the window.

'And for what? Me being kidnapped?? I am a freaking orphan, why would anyone kidnap me?!'

Rather than the old-fashioned campus, filled with statues and fountains, now he was in an old bedroom, quite rustic filled with long-forgotten spider webs. A claustrophobic would feel its heart jumping in this compact place. Analyzing the surroundings, he perceived the lack of bindings and a relatively open window.

'First, they kidnap me on a grand day and then they don't even give themselves the work of securing the hostage. Damn you, incompetent hijackers!' He screamed on the inside.

The doorknob rotated, and the door opened. Filled with dark thoughts, Samuel prepared himself to throw all the seven curses on the culprit for his misfortune. Gone was the fear of a possible hostage situation, for he was too angry to think about that.

"Damn YOU! Do you even know the WORK I had put into studying for that test?!" He glared at the approaching shadow. "And then WHAT, I get fucking abducted?! You motherfu-" 

The door opened to reveal a petite girl around her teenager years with curly black hair and freckles marking her face. With a bored face, she said in a monotone:

"Stop your daydreaming Noah, get your shit together and get down for breakfast." She narrowed her eyes at him. "Oliphia is waiting for you, and you know how bad that can be." Then the door closed.

A shit face Samuel/Noah stared at the door, almost burrowing holes on it.

"Noah… breakfast… daydreaming" He repeated her words.

"The fuck?"

And just like that, an owl entered like lightning into the bedroom, hitting Noah right into the head. The letter it carried flew into the air, landing perfectly on top of the poor boy.

After Voldemort's death, a lasting era of peace begins. The heroes of Hogwarts; Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Ron Weasley are hired into the Ministry of Magic and Minerva McGonagall becomes the headmistress in Hogwarts. Everything is fine for the wizards, this is their golden age.

Or so they thought...


Author Notes:

I do not own J.K Rowling's fictional universe and characters.

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jungkook pov 

I was gonna be late to my swim meet so I got my skateboard. I was gonna ride it till campus then walk the rest of the way. I was riding to campus I was not paying any attention so I did not notice I was already on campus.  there were people in my fucking way shit.

"MHXHDDHDHDMOVEEEE"

why the fuck is he staring at me move I cant swerve it's not a car.

"WATTHEFUCK" the tiny one screams he kinda cute...I need to stap
I like kinda swerve so I dont break my skateboard  or pretty boys face ,I land in the grass.

one starts talking
"Omg watch were ur going kid I dont want my invasive-"  he  glances at the other two "-children hurt"

"hobi yOuR noT mY DaD"

One of there names is...hobi?????? wait no its hoseok hes like the best dancer in school..... wait and this other kid I never seen like something min like idk, but I heard of him they say hes the one of the best to.

"Tae if u dont stop talking meme I will Drop kick you" the pretty boy says his voice is even pretty. at this point  I was getting up and tae I think and pretty boy are fighting. I get my skateboard and leave I dot want to be late. I cheak my phone and I. 20 mins late god fucking Damn it. not again....

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bye bye  
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it's like the k drama kim bokjoo the weightlifting fairy But like kinda different ⌒(ㅇㅅㅇ❀)⌒

Night.
There was a young man, probably in his early twenties, busy writing something in a brightly lit room.
He was sitting at the copper-red study desk, holding onto a pen and writing something onto the paper after giving some thought.
The faint yellow light radiated by the candle reflected brightly off his blond hair onto his fair and handsome face. His name was Kael Strider.
Beep… 
Beep…
The sound of notification on the phone distracted him from his study. Realizing it was already dark outside, so he checked his phone.
The message was from his girlfriend Sophia Lowell, but upon reading the content he was shocked at his very core.
'Today the Head of Hammer Pharmaceuticals proposed my marriage to his eldest son, Louise Hammer and my father accepted his proposal. He had already fixed the date of marriage as well, without my consent. I tried to change his decision but he won't listen to me and my mother refused to consider anyone of lower social standing.'
'If you love me then come to the playground behind the college campus before midnight, we will elope together. We can change their point of view with time after the marriage. I will be waiting for you'
He and Sophia met each other through an online chat group. Though they first started as enemies, they eventually got to know each other and ultimately developed feelings towards each other.
But Sophia's family background was worlds apart from his. Her family had reached a point where their assets had surpassed a massive number which was in the billions. So naturally, they would not hand over their only daughter to some unheard-of man such as him!
Even then, Kael Strider was not a poor and miserable nobody. He had a luxurious home, a few branded cars, and a few hundred thousand dollars in his bank account. In the eyes of regular women, he was what they would deem a bachelor with exceeding qualifications. Still, compared to the Lowell Family, there existed a huge gap between them.
With his efforts in vain, the elders of the Lowell Family treated him just as coldly. They almost chased him out of the house! The only thing that Sophia could do was to shed tears for him. She could never agree to this planned marriage on her own. She only resorted to eloping as there was no other method for them to be together.
After calming down, Kael changed his clothes and took his car keys before rushing out of the house.
***********
Honk...
A faint horn sound could be heard floating in the night sky as if spirits were howling. But it also sounded like the low hum of a certain animal.
Clang...
A man with a tall and strong figure opened up the grass bushes in front of him. He looked left and right as he immediately tightened the black gun in his hand and walked forward.
The man was wearing a white body-hugging leather suit. He was also carrying a leather bag, his whole body covered with a layer of protective gear. On both sides of his waist, he carried two matte black holsters.
The moonlight shone down from the sky and fell onto the man's back. Its light appeared in a faint, pale white color.
After realizing that there was nothing wrong with his equipment, the man continued to walk forwards.
However, there were countless men and women with robust build walking behind him in black suits that came out of the cars that followed behind the first car. They each carried a Bluetooth earpiece that blinked red.
"Do not let him get across," the man in white commanded.
"The task this time is very easy so, Young Master Louise doesn't need to supervise it himself. My team members are all capable of capturing a normal alone, with all of us there is no way he could get away" An old man came to 'young master' Louise.
"I know it's overkill but I want to meet the person who dared to have his hand on something that I had my eyes on" he continued, "And it would not be any fun if he reached the playground behind the college campus"
"Everyone, take positions. Let's finish the job without any hitch" the old man commanded others in a black suit.
*******
In the playground behind the college campus, a tall beautiful girl was sitting on the bench giving an otherworldly aura.
The girl had her golden hair tied in a ponytail. Her skin was fair, her face as sharp as a knife and she gave off a British, glamorous vibe but this view had a major flaw and that was the fact that she was crying instead of smiling. There was a deep longing in her eyes with a mix of nervousness and anxiety.
Her name was Sophia Lowell, waiting here for her boyfriend, Kael Strider.
Soon, she was disturbed by noise from car engines as a lot of cars rushed towards her.
"No, how can they be here? I made sure that no one would find out about my escape from home" looking at numerous cars there was a look of anger and reluctance on her face, as a large number of guards surrounded her.
A mature woman walked towards her from one of the cars and answered "It was Young Master Louise, who contacted us about your whereabouts. It would be wise for you to follow us back, otherwise, we would have to use force as your father, Master Lowell has ordered us to break a few bones of that Kael Strider, if you refuse to come"
**********
Kael was rushing towards the playground as fast as he could but due to the distance between his house and his destination, it took him almost an hour to reach the campus.
Just as he was about to take a turn towards the playground, a large SUV blocked his way. In his rush to reach there instead of waiting for the SUV to give way he ran out of his car towards the playground which was less than a kilometer away from here but before he could gain some speed something huge hit him in the back of his head and soon everything turned black as he lost his consciousness.

Abandoned by the one you love and tortured by your love rival for months on end, can you maintain your faith in humanity and cling on to your hope for life or you will admit your faith and die to escape your suffering? 
Or will you choose revenge and begin your descent into demonhood, abandoning everything that made you human?
Follow Kael Strider in his Demonic Descent into a world that governs the world we know.

Chapter 3. Essay competition (1)

"We are going to be have a essay competition in our school next week."

When Shiki sensei announced that, the students started murmuring among themselves.

"I haven't wrote a essay for years."

"I wonder if there would be some sort of prize."

"I hope it isn't mandatory to enter. I really suck at essays."

"Can't we have a video game competition or something?"

As the students were murmuring, Shiki sensei sighed and said.

"Listen to the whole announcement, first. The contest will be mandatory for all and there would be one winner for every class and the winner for every class will compete against each other for the prize money."

"I wonder how much is the prize money?"

"It's going to be a hassle if you want to win."

"Yeah, the winner would be probably from a literature club or a book club."

"Do those kind of clubs even exist?"

"Silent!!"

With Shiki sensei shout, the students again fell into a silence. Shiki sensei again sighed heavily and said.

"I am not finished yet. The competition will be held on Friday next week and there would be no classes that day. So, you could leave after submitting your essay."

With that the students all burst into excitement. They were all troubled by the pressure of exams and hearing that, they can leave early flushed them with excitement. 

There were many students who were already making plans like going to karaoke or a movie. The essay competition had given them a opportunity to relax for a bit.

As Ren was watching the class filled with excitement, Kei tapped him on the shoulder.

"Hey, Ren what do you think about that?"

"About what?"

"Of course, the essay competition. Do you also want to finish early and hang out like them?"

Kei said as he pointed towards the group of kids happily making plans. 

"I don't know. What about you?"

"I will probably write it till the end."

"Huh, you aren't the type to write till the end. Instead of writing, you will probably read a light novel or something."

Ren said as he stared at Kei confusingly. He knew that Kei wasn't the type to take things seriously. The only things he take seriously are light novels, mangas and anime.

"Well, I thought I will give writing a chance."

"You. Writing?"

"Yeah, it's seems fun. I thought I will take something seriously for once."

"You wanted to take something seriously and you choosed writing."

"Yeah."

Ren didn't knew what to think of it. Kei was taking interest in writing suddenly. He was confused by this but he didn't try to ask him the reason behind this. Ren knew that everyone has their own secrets.

"You are acting weirdly these days."

When Ren heard Kei's words, he was somewhat startled. The last thing he want was anyone finding about his identity.

"....You think so?"

Kei nodded his head at Ren's words and said.

"Yeah, you have been slightly weird these days. It's like you got somewhat mature suddenly."

"Maybe, it's just your imagination."

Kei shook his head at Ren's words and said.

"No, it isn't my imagination. You are suddenly taking interest in books. Previously, you only read some light novels but now, I see you reading those literature books everytime. You even had a smiling expression reading those."

"I have just taken a sudden interest in books."

"I think it's more than just a sudden interest. Are you thinking of going to a literary college or something."

"Literary college?"

Hearing the word literary college, Ren suddenly thought of the time when he used to study in the literary college.

It was also the time when his first book was released. He had suddenly gotten famous in the campus and everyone had started recognising him.

Professors had started giving him attention and they always looked at him with smiles. He had also gotten popular among the girls.

His popularity was so high that the campus queen had confessed to him and they had started dating. Of course, the relationship between them didn't last long and they broke up after a year but it was a time of his life that Ren can't forget.

It was the start of his fame and his destruction. How could he forget about that.

"Ren, Ren, are you even listening to me?"

"Ha, sorry, I was just thinking about something."

Ren quickly broke out of his stupor when he heard Kei's voice.

"Do you want to visit the bookstore later? I wanted to buy a book on essays."

"Ah, sure, I wanted to buy some books too."

Ren answered with a smile on his face. He don't know why but he was now looking forward to the essay competition.

* * *

In the staff room of teachers, Shiki sensei sighed as he soon as he sat down in his seat.

"Are you worried about something? Shiki sensei."

Shiki sensei turned his head towards the voice and noticed that the one who asked the question was Hinata sensei who was a chemistry teacher.

"It's nothing. I am just worried about that kids nowadays are more interested in video games than books."

"Hahaha, Isn't that obvious. Teenagers nowadays are more interested in games and movies than books."

Hinata sensei said with a laugh. She was a young female teacher who was still in her 20s. So, she could better understand the students mentality.

"Is it about the essay competition?"

Another teacher asked and Shiki sensei just nodded at that.

"Times are really degrading. When I announced in my class that there will be a essay competition, all the students were just happy about the fact that there would be no classes. No one seems to care about the competition."

This time it was Sato sensei who spoke. He was the oldest teacher in the school and was nearing his 50s. 

"It was the same in my class."

"Me too. They really don't care about the essay competition."

"They are just happy that they will be able to leave school early."

Hearing the conversation several teachers shared their grievances and sighed. They were upset that students were more interested in leaving school early than the essay competition.

"Nakai sensei must be feeling bad."

Hinata sensei said as she looked at Nakai sensei who was silently reading a book in the corner.

Hearing her words, all the teachers looked at Nakai sensei but he didn't say anything and just continued to read his book.

For him reading a book was more interesting than a conversation.

"Yeah, Nakai sensei, you even pushed for the essay competition. Aren't you feeling bad that students aren't interested in it?"

A teacher asked him but Nakai sensei still didn't answered. He was still focusing on his book.

All the teachers just sighed seeing his behaviour. They all know that Nakai sensei wasn't the talkative type.

He was the literature teacher and it's been five years since he had started teaching in this school and his behaviour and attitude hadn't changed at all.

Although his attitude had pissed some of the teachers but they do not do anything as he teaches well and do his work diligently. It was just that he was more interested in reading books.

After sometime, Nakai sensei finally put down his book and smiled while looking out of the window.

"I wish there can be someone who can surprise me in this competition."

He muttered under his breath and continued to smile while looking outside the window.

Fame, wealth, prestige, genius, destruction, despair, loss and failure.

Those are the eight words which describes Ren's life completely.

He was hailed as a genius but his arrogance led him to despair. From a genius, he became a failure.

He was just struggling with his life when fate gave him a second chance.

Now, what will he do after he found himself waking up in another world.

The next week had slowly arrived as Kiara had gotten to the point where she had finished half of the song demos that she had been working on the past while...

Crumpled-up pieces of paper had littered her room due to the fact that she grew frustrated everytime that she didn't like how the melody had sounded once she tried playing the said song that she had finished to review it didn't sound like what she had hoped for before deciding to record a short demo of it using a sound recording app on her smartphone.

Her mother got worried upon seeing the mess that was the "music sheets" she had written and discarded, offering her help, the progress for the song compositions had drastically improved upon having it be listened to and critiqued by her own mother- Rosaria, well-known among the pianist community who had an ear for musical compositions.

"How about adding a gentle melody on this part here?" Her mother suggested, pointing at a certain bar on the piece of paper that had a progressive-like melody written on it.

And so, Kiara tried to quickly think of a original progressive tune on her own, playing certain note combinations that came up on her mind- all that she deemed worthy enough to even bother playing on the grand piano that she had spent hours in-front of for a few hours upon finishing her homework, before she had gone to sleep for the evening.

She found that by doing it at that time actually had helped her come up with interesting-sounding melodies and lyrics.

She also secretly wrote lyrics in school once she had made sure that no one could peek on what she was writing down on a notebook that contained some random lyrical compositions that she had written before that point of time, she had also done this during the free time that she had gotten during the ride to her next job as an idol- but she found this on-the-way composition wasn't as efficient as doing it at home or at school so she stopped doing so and focused on doing it at the said two locations instead.

But of course this wasn't always the case at all, on her first time of trying to do the said "writing" at school actually got her into quite the predicament when someone who hadn't noticed had somehow snuck up behind her as she was spacing out in the midst of her on-campus brainstorming.

"What're you writing there, Ms. Kiara?" A voice suddenly had come from behind her, giving her quite the unexpected scare that made her swiftly close her notebook.

"Oh, it's just you, Ms. Midori... Please don't scare me like that..." 

Don't tell me she saw....

"My apologies, it's just that you were quite the absent-minded expression that I couldn't help but ask about what you were writing down." Her classmate Midori, who was also one her so-called " followers" with a eager-to-know expression apologised.

It doesn't look like she saw a single word that I wrote just now... In that case... 

"I-It's nothing, really..." She swiftly placed the said notebook back into her bag, making sure that the zipper had properly zipped.

This too obvious of a lie did not work on the said classmate, with a raised brow she said:

"Pardon me for saying this but you're expression was too interesting for it to be nothing..."

A cold sweat went down Kiara's spine as the girl that was infront of her had admitted that she showed no interest on dropping the topic anytime soon.

"W-Was it?" She stammered, all of the other students- especially the other members of her self-proclaimed "entourage" had taken notice of their conversation as Midori spent more time conversing with her.

In desperation, she attempted to call one of those girls using a from her the said student group which was seated a few desks away from her who had been the first to look their way when Kiara had gotten startled using a slight nod to beckon her over.

"What is it, Ms. Kiara?" The girl that she had called over had a legitimate "rich girl" aura around her, with her natural straight long hair, she silently and quickly went over.

If my memory serves me right... her name was...

The amount of students and other students at the campus that she had interacted with on a regular basis had made it pretty arduos for her to remember every single one of their names right of the bat, due to this, she actually had made it into a habit to categorize every single one of them by the first syllable of their name.

Oh, now I remember... 

"Sorry to bother you, Ms. Risa. But, are you currently busy?" Kiara asked, though she had already known the answer already- judging from the way she was just messing with her phone.

Upon hearing the inquiry toward her current affair, her eyes lit up- she felt rather happy that Kiara had specifically called over. "No, not particulary..." She stated, she wasn't one of those "entourage" members that were lively or proactive with their interactions toward Kiara, she was mostly the timid type of girl that would get shy over a simple compliment from a girl that she had taken a liking to- in which case, it was Kiara, who had helped her at their school's library when she had been carrying quite the haul of books.

"Ok, in that case..." Kiara whispered what was currently going on with her and Midori as to not let the said girl hear what she was about to attempt to do about the her current problem.

"O-Ok, that's fine... but..." Risa was hesitant to what the person of her liking had in mind.

What Kiara had whispered to the timid girl was: she needed to find a way to distract Midori in order for her to be able to quickly think of a topic, she couldn't think one up while the girl stared at her straight in the eyes.

Did I ask for too much from her? Should I have asked her to pretend that she had plans with me during the break time (which was currently going on) to get away with that notebook with me? 

Kiara had grown worried about wether or not Risa would manage to do it without getting shy, though in truth, she actually wanted to help her get rid of her timid side.

[End of Chapter]

The Side Story/Prequel of the web novel "The Idol Story".

This is the story of how Kiara became a legendary idol, And the time before Kasumi was even born.

From her first performance at the winter concert after she had won at the debut concert to the last concert that she did before she retired from being a idol.

(It's recommended to read "The Idol Story (https://dynamic.webnovel.com/book/13798166205336505?utm_source=writerShare&utm_campaign=4306031751)" first before reading this)

`Businessman?' she said as she finished reading the mail. She looked pretty
shaken up too.
And it is from Ahmedabad,' I said, 'that is all we know.' `You sure this is
real?' she said, a quiver in her voice. `This is not spam,' I said. `It is addressed to
me.'
My wife pulled a stool to sit down. I guess we really did need write extra
chairs.
`Think,' she said. `We've got to let someone know. His parents maybe.'
`How? I don't know where the hell it came from,' I said. And who do we
know in Ahmedabad?'
`We met in Ahmedabad, remember?' Anusha said. A pointless statement, I
thought. Yes, we'd been classmates at IIM-A years ago. 'So?'
`Call the institute. Prof Basant or someone,' she sniffed and left the room.
'Oh no, the porridge is burning.'
There are advantages in having a wife smarter than you. I could never be a
detective.
I searched the institute numbers on the Internet and called. An operator
connected me to Prof Basant's residence. I checked the time, 10.00 a.m. in Singapore,
7.30 a.m. in India. It is a bad idea to mess with a prof early in the morning.
`Hello?' a sleepy voice answered. Had to be the prof.
`Prof Basant, Hi. This is Chetan Bhagat calling. Your old student, remember?'
`Who?' he said with a clear lack of curiosity in his voice. Bad start.
I told him about the course he took for us, and how we had voted him the
friendliest professor in the campus. Flattery didn't help much either.
'Oh that Chetan Bhagat,' he said, like he knew a million of them. You are a
writer now, no?'
'Yes sir,' I said, 'that one.'
'So why are you writing books?'
'Tough question, sir,' I stalled.
'Ok, a simple one. Why are you calling me so early on a Saturday?'
I told him why and forwarded the email to him.
'No name, eh?' he said as he read the mail.
'He could be in a hospital somewhere in Ahmedabad. He would have just
checked in. Maybe he is dead. Or maybe he is at home and this was a hoax,' I said.
I was blabbering. I wanted help – for the boy and me. The prof had asked a
good question. Why the hell did I write books – to get into this?
'We can check hospitals,' Prof said. 'I can ask a few students. But a name
surely helps. Hey wait, this boy has a Gmail account, maybe he is on Orkut as
well.'
'Or-what?' Life is tough when you are always talking to people smarter than
you. 
`Businessman?' she said as she finished reading the mail. She looked pretty
shaken up too.
And it is from Ahmedabad,' I said, 'that is all we know.' `You sure this is
real?' she said, a quiver in her voice. `This is not spam,' I said. `It is addressed to
me.'
My wife pulled a stool to sit down. I guess we really did need write extra
chairs.
`Think,' she said. `We've got to let someone know. His parents maybe.'
`How? I don't know where the hell it came from,' I said. And who do we
know in Ahmedabad?'
`We met in Ahmedabad, remember?' Anusha said. A pointless statement, I
thought. Yes, we'd been classmates at IIM-A years ago. 'So?'
`Call the institute. Prof Basant or someone,' she sniffed and left the room.
'Oh no, the daal is burning.'
There are advantages in having a wife smarter than you. I could never be a
detective.
I searched the institute numbers on the Internet and called. An operator
connected me to Prof Basant's residence. I checked the time, 10.00 a.m. in Singapore,
7.30 a.m. in India. It is a bad idea to mess with a prof early in the morning.
`Hello?' a sleepy voice answered. Had to be the prof.
`Prof Basant, Hi. This is Chetan Bhagat calling. Your old student, remember?'
`Who?' he said with a clear lack of curiosity in his voice. Bad start.
I told him about the course he took for us, and how we had voted him the
friendliest professor in the campus. Flattery didn't help much either.
'Oh that Chetan Bhagat,' he said, like he knew a million of them. You are a
writer now, no?'
'Yes sir,' I said, 'that one.'
'So why are you writing books?'
'Tough question, sir,' I stalled.
'Ok, a simple one. Why are you calling me so early on a Saturday?'
I told him why and forwarded the email to him.
'No name, eh?' he said as he read the mail.
'He could be in a hospital somewhere in Ahmedabad. He would have just
checked in. Maybe he is dead. Or maybe he is at home and this was a hoax,' I said.
I was blabbering. I wanted help – for the boy and me. The prof had asked a
good question. Why the hell did I write books – to get into this?
'We can check hospitals,' Prof said. 'I can ask a few students. But a name
surely helps. Hey wait, this boy has a Gmail account, maybe he is on Orkut as
well.'
'Or-what?' Life is tough when you are always talking to people smarter than
you. 
`Businessman?' she said as she finished reading the mail. She looked pretty
shaken up too.
And it is from Ahmedabad,' I said, 'that is all we know.' `You sure this is
real?' she said, a quiver in her voice. `This is not spam,' I said. `It is addressed to
me.'
My wife pulled a stool to sit down. I guess we really did need write extra
chairs.
`Think,' she said. `We've got to let someone know. His parents maybe.'
`How? I don't know where the hell it came from,' I said. And who do we
know in Ahmedabad?'
`We met in Ahmedabad, remember?' Anusha said. A pointless statement, I
thought. Yes, we'd been classmates at IIM-A years ago. 'So?'
`Call the institute. Prof Basant or someone,' she sniffed and left the room.
'Oh no, the daal is burning.'
There are advantages in having a wife smarter than you. I could never be a
detective.
I searched the institute numbers on the Internet and called. An operator
connected me to Prof Basant's residence. I checked the time, 10.00 a.m. in Singapore,
7.30 a.m. in India. It is a bad idea to mess with a prof early in the morning.
`Hello?' a sleepy voice answered. Had to be the prof.
`Prof Basant, Hi. This is Chetan Bhagat calling. Your old student, remember?'
`Who?' he said with a clear lack of curiosity in his voice. Bad start.
I told him about the course he took for us, and how we had voted him the
friendliest professor in the campus. Flattery didn't help much either.
'Oh that Chetan Bhagat,' he said, like he knew a million of them. You are a
writer now, no?'
'Yes sir,' I said, 'that one.'
'So why are you writing books?'
'Tough question, sir,' I stalled.
'Ok, a simple one. Why are you calling me so early on a Saturday?'
I told him why and forwarded the email to him.
'No name, eh?' he said as he read the mail.
'He could be in a hospital somewhere in Ahmedabad. He would have just
checked in. Maybe he is dead. Or maybe he is at home and this was a hoax,' I said.
I was blabbering. I wanted help – for the boy and me. The prof had asked a
good question. Why the hell did I write books – to get into this?
'We can check hospitals,' Prof said. 'I can ask a few students. But a name
surely helps. Hey wait, this boy has a Gmail account, maybe he is on Orkut as
well.'
'Or-what?' Life is tough when you are always talking to people smarter than
you. 
'You are so out of touch, Chetan. Orkut is a networking site. Gmail users
sign up there. If he is a member and we are lucky, we can check his profile.'

Story Of Business,Cricket and Religion 

This is the story of three bestfriends  who try start a business but meanwhile the religious riots change their lives completely. 

A famous book written by Chetan Bhagat(an Established Indian Writer)

When Victor finally reached King's Campus, the sun was already up and the school was already bustling. Victor walked through the entrance beneath a banner that read 'King's Campus Open House. All Are Welcome!'. Victor finally got a lucky break. Today was the open house of the local school, and the Finder informed him one of his grandchildren studied here.   
Like lower campus everywhere, King's Campus took in children in the primary and secondary school age group. Not only do they teach all the relevant courses of education, the school also train the children in their talents. These are magic, science, martial arts, and of course superpowers. 
Victor have mixed feelings about being here. Being in a school again brought back memories, and not all of them were good. All round him, kids were running around, and in many ways, this was where it started for him. The cruel reality of the superhero world was that powers equaled status. Having a superpower, no matter how weak, was a dream everyone possessed. However less than five percent of the world's population were born with a power. They were the lucky few. They were the 'Heroes'.
For the remaining ninety-five percentage of the world's population, they were the mucks of the world. Forever second-class citizens of a world where only some selected men could fly into space and shoot lasers out of their eyes. For some of these people, it was unacceptable. They also wanted to step into the world of the powers, and they did what they could to enter the world. They trained their bodies and minds in anything that could give them an edge over ordinary men and women. This had been the way for centuries and a few succeeded. They were so exceptional in martial arts, magic, or technology that the people and governments had no choice but to give them the title of 'Heroes'. 
Most failed, and Victor was one of these failures. In his youth, he wanted to be a hero. Born without a superpower, he did what everyone else did. He trained. He wasn't very smart; he had no talent for magic; but he was big, strong, and tough. In school, he enrolled into one of the numerous martial arts clubs and devoted his life to the fighting arts. It was not enough. 
There was always someone better. Someone stronger, faster, or more technically sound than him. Every year he applied himself but when he graduated from lower campus, none of the hero academies invited him to enroll as a student. The writing was on the wall. Victor was never going to be a hero. Even though there was no route to his dream, years of practice had given Victor skills. With these skills, he became a villain. 
Victor walked through the main administration building and saw the inside of the campus. The campus was spilt in two with the primary and secondary schools on different sides of the campus. According to the report the Finder got him, his grandchild was only eight years old, so Victor headed towards the primary school building. It was a big light-blue five storey building with its own basketball court, and football field. The primary school also had its own carpark. A carpark that had been converted into a staging area for the open house. 
As he approached, Victor could see that the children had already prepared for the open house. Stands had been built, and the children were manning them. More than a few adults were around acting as chaperones and Victor didn't stand out that much. Tattoos didn't mean much in a world where a man with light blue skin was considered the greatest hero alive. It didn't take long for Victor to notice how the stands were divided.  
Schools operated open houses in a bid to bond with the local communities and as such, the schools always try to showcase their best upfront. The best meant those students with superpowers. 
Stalls operated by clubs with super-powered members took prominence with them being front and center. Stalls operated by students with science and magical gifts were at the sides and the martial arts stalls were at the far end. Victor took care to look at all the students while walking around. With so many children around, he could miss his grandchild and that's the last thing he wanted. It turned out to be a needless worry. One of the kids Victor saw was surrounded by a glowing red outline, and a message visible only to Victor appeared. 

Task Complete. Please return to the formation for the reward. 
Name: Zachary Woo Liu Yang
Relation: Grandson
Occupation: Student 
Power: Magic (Low)
Attribute: None
Recommendation: Zachary's ability in the magical arts is low and he has no talent in cultivation or science. However, he currently has a strong interest in the study of runecraft. It is the System's advice that the best route for this descendant is to study the magical art of 'Enchantment'. 

Zachary Woo! That was his name. The task was complete, and Victor knew he should just turn back. He has a death sentence hanging over him and he should just leave and clear the task. He also needed to ask Reunion about this recommendation that popped up. She didn't say anything about that. He could always come back and see the kid later…if ever! The kid most probably didn't know Victor was his grandfather. Heck, his mother might not know who he was! It wasn't not out of the question. Victor should just leave. He knew all that and began walking towards his grandchild anyway.

Sweet Fist was a joke. He has no superpowers. He was merely a guy with some martial arts who dress up in a costume with a candy theme. He said stupid things like 'Sweet Dreams' and 'Choco Punch' when fighting and was an embrassment to the supervillain community. He has just been released after spending twenty years in prison. 
Now he got a System, and the System informed the villain that he had many kids and even some grandchildren. The System want the villain to reunite with his family. Failure means death. Only one problem; Sweet Fist never knew he had kids. How was a bad guy supposed to reunite with a family he never knew existed?

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