Cruor: Coagulated blood, the part that forms a clot on a wound. 

A mysterious box washes up on the shore of Gaudium after a a steamship crashes off the coast leaving behind only its cargo and secrets. Ruby, picks it up, thinking to sell it for a pretty penny but the box, or rather what's in it, has other plans.  

As the box makes it's way into the city, something strange starts to seep from the shadows. Madness spreads and deaths mount. Will Ruby be able to escape or just become another victim?

Contains: violence, gore, sexual situations

Hi, Here i'll tell you a story about a girl with depression.

"Hello everyone!" Chu Xian smiled at everyone around the table and sat down.
"Haha, our young hero. Very impressive, very impressive. I can't help but admire you!" Sir Wang slapped his belly and laughed uproariously.
"Brother Chu Xian, what kind of business are you in? Do you own a fishing company?" the gathered people asked eagerly.
"Sea fishing is just an amateur hobby for me. I own an ornamental fish store and an aquarium store!" Chu Xian smiled.
"Aquarium store? I hear aquarium stores have a really good future. Not bad, not bad. However, it's usually not so easy to run a store!" Sir Li was surprised by Chu Xian's response.
"I'm doing alright!" Chu Xian laughed.
"Oh, that's right. Chu Xian, you're from Hai Qing City?" Sir Wang asked.
"That's right!" Chu Xian nodded.
"Paradise Aquariums?" Sir Wang asked tentatively.
"En." Chu Xian smiled and nodded.
"Brother, you're so impressive. I never would've imagined you were also the boss of Paradise Aquariums. I've heard that the boss was a very young man with a deep background in Hai Qing, yet it's actually you! It's really nice to meet you, Brother Chu Xian!" Sir Wang stood up and extended his hand warmly.
"Eh." Chu Xian laughed speechlessly. "Is it that famous? It's just one little store!"
Gu Li, Ma Zhigang and the others also looked curiously at the enthusiastic Sir Wang.
"Brother, your shop is equal to a mid-sized company. The store makes over a million RMB every day! It's already a legend in the industry!" Sir Wang looked at the inquisitive expressions on everyone's face and explained immediately.
"It's just my sales from the opening day. It'll go down very soon!" Chu Xian laughed.
"Heehee, even if they go down, this is still a terrifying number. I have a friend in Hai Qing who's very jealous of your store, but no one can imitate your aquariums, Brother Chu Xian!" Sir Wang apparently knew the insider details very well.
"Oh? Chu Xian, your aquarium store is so impressive?" Gu Li looked at him curiously.
"It's not bad. I might open a store in Jing Hai in a couple of days!" Chu Xian laughed and replied.
"Haha, no problem. You can always come to see me in Jing Hai. If you have your eye on a location, I can try my best to get it for you. You can ask me for anything," Gu Li said generously and confidently.
"Then I'll have to thank you in advance, Brother Gu Li."
"Brother Chu Xian, why were you out fishing just now?" Sir Wang asked another question.
"I managed to lease a fish farm, so I bought a fishing ship, came to sail around in the waters and catch some fish and maybe find some material for my aquariums!"
"Okay, okay, everyone. Let's talk later, the shark feast is here. Let's start eating!" Ma Zhigang interrupted their conversation and turned their attention to the food.
"Yes, yes! Drink and eat!" They all hurriedly nodded and raised their cups.
"Hehe, other people say shark tastes very fishy, but I think it's very delicious. Not bad, not bad. Shark is really good for you!"
"Come, come, Brother Chu Xian. Let's drink. I might develop some projects with my friend in Hai Qing City in a few years. If you're interested, you're welcome to look them up, but if I go to Hai Qing City, I hope you'll take care of me!"
At the table, Sir Wang was very warm with Chu Xian and surprised everyone else.
They all knew Sir Wang was the boss of an over hundred million RMB company that was very famous in their city, yet he was so enthusiastic about the young Chu Xian. Obviously, Chu Xian was no ordinary man, and at the very least, he was more capable than Sir Wang.
"Mama, I want some of that thing in the middle!" Little turtle sat in his chair and pointed at the shark fin porridge in the middle of the table.
"Haha, here here, give the boy some more," the people around the table immediately replied.
Fei Ya thanked them.
This was the first time Chu Xian had shark fin. It was very delicious, chewy, had a great texture, and it didn't stick to his teeth.
The shark meat was quite good as well, more delicious than most fish meat, and the cooks who prepared it were very skilled. There were all kinds of exciting flavors.
The dining table was the best place to talk, and after ten or so minutes of eating, the conversation started up again. Most of the topics were related to Chu Xian.
Through their conversation, Chu Xian learned that Gu Li's family ran a large chain of hotels that was famous in the country, with some locations overseas as well. Other than that, his family also owned two listed companies. He had a rich and powerful family.
As Sir Wang got drunk, he kept talking to Chu Xian and said how he admired him for being so successful at such a young age. He waxed poetic about how powerful Chu Xian was in Hai Qing City.
Chu Xian didn't know whether to laugh or cry as he chatted amiably with Sir Wang.
"Hu!" After the last dish, Chu Xian let out a big breath. He had spent two hours eating and felt a little tired.
"Brother Chu Xian, your room is ready. Stay with us for a night!" Ma Zhigang walked over and said.
Chu Xian hesitated for a moment. "Will you sail your ship during the night?"
"No, we're not moving tonight. We'll start up again tomorrow at eight. You can rest here for the night then leave in the morning!"
"Then I'll have to trouble you then!" Chu Xian thanked him. His room in the fishing ship was soaked through with sea water, so he obviously couldn't return and sleep there.
"It's no trouble at all." Ma Zhigang shook his head. "Come, let me show you to your room!"
Chu Xian nodded and said his goodbyes before following Ma Zhigang to his room for the night.
"Little bro, little bro!" At that moment, a long haired young man suddenly ran over, calling out at Chu Xian.
"En?" Chu Xian looked at the young man curiously.
"You are...?" How can I help you?" Chu Xian noticed the camera in the man's hand and looked at him in confusion.
"Hello, hello. I am, ahem... I am the director of Future Media, Duan Ke. I'm preparing a science fiction movie, and while you and your men were killing the shark today, I just happened to take a video of the scene. I wanted to ask - are you interested in making a movie?"
"Our science fiction movie will be like American sci-fi movies. Our setting is the ocean, and the scene with you guys fighting and killing the shark was outstanding. If we put it up on screen, it'll definitely amaze the audience, and brother, you guys are in such amazing shape. Are you interested in playing a part?"
"Our movie will have a famous actor playing the lead role, and it will definitely be a big hit on the mainland. What do you think?" Duan Ke looked at him expectantly.
"Eh?" Chu Xian was very surprised but shook his head. "I'm sorry, I don't think I will be interested."
It was Duan Ke's turn to be stunned, and he didn't relent. "Brother, this is definitely a big budget production - you should think about it a little more. But regardless, will you let me use the video I took today for the movie?"


A chance to change, challenge destiny, make dreams a reality, and live a legend! A regular man gains a system that allows him to turn into a fish! 
In the modern world, a young man gains an unconventional system that gives him the power to transform into a fish! With this strange power, he shoots for the stars!

[NERO'S POV]
The first phase of the hunter exam was a marathon run. Mr. Satotz told the all of the applicants to follow him. They would not know when or where they will arrive. It was a gruesome way to weeding out the weak from the strong. To challenge them both mentally and physically. 
It didn't take long for the some applicants to start dropping out. After two hours or of continues running some people couldn't go any farther. I on the other hand was maintaining a steady speed to stay in the middle of the puck. I didn't want to stand out just yet. Though I am pretty sure one person had his eyes on me already. 
It couldn't be helped so I just ignored it for the moment. I looked back to see how many people were behind me. There were still a lot of people in the race. Gon and his pals were behind me talking to each other. Leorio was starting to feel the burden of the race and regretting his chose for cloths. I mean who the hell wears a suit to take the hunter exam like this was some sort of a business trip. I know this was in the show to make him stand out, but this was just nothing but a bad sense of attires chose in my eyes.
On the other and killua was on his skateboard casually maintaining his pace with the others. Leorio saw this and started yapping at the boy for using his skateboard. Which prompted Gon interjected between them explaining to Leorio that the examiner never said that this was a test of endurance. He only told them to follow him and whatever method they use to do so were up to themselves.
[Alfa] {He is quite the perceptive boy sir}
[Nero] {Indeed he is}
Killua was intrigued by seeing a boy the same age as him taking the hunter exam. He asked him Gon's name and age which Gon replied to with a happy look. The boys seemed to hit it of very well. Kilua got off his skateboard and started to run biased Gon.
After four hours of continuous running, more than 30 people dropped out of the race. We have been running for approximately 60km now. And I don't want to say it but the way Mr. Satotz is running bothering me. I mean, how the hell dose the joint of this man fiction?
After another two hours or so passed we reached a staircase leading upwards. Mr. Satotz increased his speed to push the applicant even further. He wanted the test the mettle of this new wannabe hunters. He was running up the stairs as if he was running on flat ground. And because of the increase in speed even more people started to drop out.
But amidst all these people who were trying their dammed hardest to keep up with Mr. Satotz. Two boys were having the time of their life having a friendly race with each other. Gon and killua were running side by side up the stair with extreme ease. They were having a race to see who will get to the finish line first.
After what seemed like an eternity for most of the applicants started to see the light at the end of the tunnel. Both metaphorically and literally. Finally seeing the end of this hellish tunnel they were rejuvenated. Some of the applicants who were on their last leg and of course Mr. Leorio was amongst them And might I add he was running top less.
Gone a killua were the first to run out of the tunnel. They both landed at the end of the line at the same time. They were followed by the front row runes like Hanzo, Hisoka, and some others no names. After reaching the end of the tunnel. Mr. Satotz let the applicant cache up with each other which gave the ones who were there some time to rest and regain their energy back.
The place we reached was a vast swampland forest covered by a dense layer of fog. Back then when I was traveling from forest to forest I heard some rumors about this place. It's has a very strange ecosystem. Ever since then I was waiting for the hunter exam to visit this place.  I figured two birds in one stone right. 
So far I had been into three different wild habitats. All of them had deferent ecosystems. The death fore's I was in for the past three years for example. Almost all the fauna there relayed on either speed or stealth. To hunt or to survive. The one before that was called the shade trees forest. Its name was derived from the nature of the trees that grew there.
These trees had long and wide leaves and they grow up to 1000 meters high preventing the sunlight from reaching down. Inside the forest, whether it was night or day it was indistinguishable. The fauna there grew adapted to relay and depend more on their ears than their eyes. 
After ten minutes or so of waiting around the tunnel the exit of the tunnel started to close and Mr. Satotz started speaking. [Satotz] "This place is called the Milzy wetlands also known as {the swindlers swamp} we must travel through here to reach the second phase"
[Satostz] "This place is the home for a vast variety of truly bizarre animals, many of which are crafty and voracious creatures who deceive and feast on human prey. So please do tread with extrema caution. If you are deceived you will die!!"
After hearing Mr. Satotz word most of the applicants became worried about their wellbeing. It is Understandably, I guess. Running the first part of the test was exhorting both mentally and physically but there was no danger to their lives. This time around though their lives will be on the line so it was understandable to feel nerves.
[Satotz] "These wetland creatures are not to be underestimated for they will use every trick in the book to deceive their prey. If you are deceived or lose sight of me when we start you will surely die. So pay very close attention to your selves and surroundings when we start running"
As Mr. Satotz was explaining what they should do to the applicant a sudden scream came from the back of the line.
"Don't trust him!!!" said a man with some torn clothes. 
The man said that he was the real examiner and that miter Satotz was an imposter. He dragging in a man faced ape. And Might I add it looked like Mr. Satotz. The man said that mister Satotz was a man-faced ape from the wetlands and he wanted to deceive them. He said the Satotz wanted to lead them into a trap. To kill them all and eat them.
His bold clams of the man and the nature and mannerisms of Mr. Satotz, lead to some of the applicants to question his authenticity. And they started arguing amongst each other. The asked the man calming to be the real examined for his hunter license. But he claimed that  it was stoledn by Mr. Satotz. And as he the man was barking along like a rabid dog he was suddenly cut off. Three sharp projectiles swooshed near my face and stabbed deep in to the yapping man. If I did not move my head out of the way instinctively one of those card would have struck me. 
[Nero] {The bastard did that on Perouse}
[Alfa] {That one was clearly meant for you sir}
When I looked at the person responsible he was smiling with his eyes closed while shuffling a deck of cards in his hands. The man the claimed to be the real examiner was skewered by Hisoka's cards. He laid dead flat on the ground. Mr. Satotz, on the other hand, had caught the card sent his way.
[Hisoka] "Oh I see I see, I guess that steels that argument" 
Hisoka "so you are the real one!!" He looked at Mr. Satotz and said
Some of the ones who got deceived gasped at the sudden change of event leorio and Hanzo amongst them.
[Hisoka] "The examiners are hunters each is handpicked by the exam comity for the job without pay. Anyone who holds the title we are vying for could have deflected that and pretty easily might I add"
When he said that last part he sneaked a glance at me.
[Nero] {He is starting to get on my nerves}
[Alfa] {He is purposely provoking you sir if you fall for it he wins}
[Satotz] "Oh I shall tack that as a compliment, but know this if you attack me again for any other reason I will have no choice but to inform the comity to disqualify you. Is that clear?"
[Hisoka] "Clear as rain"
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Author Nots: hi guys it is me again Mr. Bad English himself. How is life I hope you are doing well in the quarantine? I hope all of you and your families are safe. 
In the coming days or so my posting rate may slow down because I am fasting, but ether way I will still be posting to the best of my ability's.
And as all ways thank you for reading my armature work, I hope you like this chapter.
Comment and tell me what you think as all way. Writhing this fan fiction has been a great help to detract me from this though time s, and I hop reading it dose the same for you to. 
All in all thank you guys 
And all the best to you, your families and friends.

Nero Giovanni, a martial art fanatic dies a classic death by yours truly track Kun 
and is set to an otherworld 


first world 
hunters x hunter world
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So if you read any of my unfinished/poor works before 
you could tell English is not my first language 

no matter how much I edit these books I am sure some of you will find some miss-spelling and grammatical errors 

to that, I say sorry I am improving with every try 
so bere wit it for the time 

I only write for fun so update my not be consistent 
also sorry about this 

thank u in advances for any comment
thank you for reding my work 
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Dieing in a car accident Nero Giovanni wakes up in a strang room with someone claiming to be the soul administer 
Nero is then reincarnated in a new world with all his memory's wthe new abilities 
who will his new adventure go 
read and find out.

A couple hours later Reima slowly comes out of his meditative trance due to someone knocking on his door. "Come in" he says, still seated on his knees.
Ciri opens the door and steps inside with Nerissa by her side, the thirteen yearold's usually expressionless face is red raw from crying so much and is marred by sadness.
Reima "Is everything alright?" he asks sensitively.
Ciri's stomach rumbles causing her face to flush slightly."I was wondering if you wanted to get some food, I'm not really into getting soup right now... Maybe a restaurant?"
Reima "Sure, is that ok with you Nerissa?" he asks her.
She doesn't say anything but slowly nods her head instead.

Once everyone's in agreement Reima pulls out jackets for the girl due to the afternoon slowly becoming chilly. They leave the Leaky Cauldron and start wandering around London, looking for some food that peaks their fancy. It doesn't take long before Reima spots a place he hadn't been to in ages : Pizza Hovel... Yep, looks exactly how he remembers it. They enter but find the place pretty empty due to it being so late, they sit down in the far corner away from everyone else while Reima orders three different pizzas, Steak and cheese, chicken supreme and meat feast. 

While they wait for the pizza to arrive Reima decides to prod Nerissa for some answers as to what had actually happened.
Reima "So... You're immune to sunlight now?" he asks, unsure how it's even possible for a race to completely negate their only weakness.
Nerissa just looks at him blankly without saying anything...
Ciri decides to speak for her as she's presumably asked the same question already. "She isn't really sure, she said that she'd drank blood from one of her attackers and the burning from the suns rays stopped..."
Reima's eyes widen as he hears this, it reminds him of that game, what was it... Prototype? The ability to steal others abilities and add it to your own... While it was incredibly disconcerting to find out there are vampires who are apparently immune to the sun, it also doesn't surprise him as it's a common trope in most fiction.
"Could it be she took the ability from her attacker?" he asks in a quiet tone, as if they were being spied on.
Ciri nods, looking as if she'd come to the same conclusion. "This might be what Talicia and Ambrose were keeping secret, I think I agree with them. An ability like this is would be feared by anyone it affects, I'm still not sure whether it only affects vampires or not." she look down at the girl who seems to be listening intently to their conversions. "Rissa, if you're able to steal the abilities from any race and people found out, you'd be hunted down for the rest of your life. You would be feared and hunted even by your own race..."
Reima "I'd like to think it only effects vampires... If not, she'd be obtaining abilities from the food she eats and the blood she ingests. This would explain why you haven't noticed this particular ability before?"
Ciri nods, "Ambrose was able to use the same ability as Talicia, it's likely he had the same ability."
The group are interrupted by the waitress who places three large pizza's on the table, Reima thanks the waitress and she leaves after giving one final glance at his sunglasses. He turns to continue speaking with the girls but he finds them giving a challenging glare at the pizzas... He can only chuckle and start eating before they devour everything.

After they finish Ciri leans back into her chair, her stomach bulging from the large meal... Nerissa seems to be in a similar state, despite the expressionless look on her face, he feels as if she's still hungry? Ah... He realises she is indeed probably hungry, he takes a glass from the table and empties a small bag of blood into it. It looks like wine or tomato juice so unless someone smells it she'll be able to drink it in public.
He hands it to her and she gives a quiet "Thank you" before starting to sip on it.
Reima "This actually leads me to another problem. The card that Talicia gave me expires tomorrow and I have no idea how to get more. As Nerissa is the only one who drinks blood, the supplies should last around half a month, after that I'll have to sneak into a blood bank and steal some. Or take some from someone who may not need it..."
Ciri frowns at his willingness to literally drain blood from unknowing and possibly innocent people.
"Look, if we can't get some then I'll give my own..."
Nerissa and Reima looks at Ciri weirdly, both for different reasons. Nerissa is surprised at her masters willingness to sacrifice her own blood for her, most mortals would be terrified or angry if you were to ask them for blood. This simple statement shows the great deal of trust between Ciri and herself...
Reima is reluctantly to let her give her own blood, it's not the act that bothers him, but the potential danger it could present... After all, she has the Elder Blood within herself, what would happen if a vampire who could potentially steal ability were to drink her blood?" just the thought sends a shiver down Reima's back. He hasn't even discovered the limits of the blood itself, and he had fought a god to a standstill (Albeit with some help...).

Most people who die and are confronted with a godlike being like to take the easy route... Not this guy.

I have been sitting on this concept for a while and want to see if I can write it, starting with the Witcher then the game Absolver and then onto Darksouls 1. 

Don't rely on there being consistent updates because its unlikely... 

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Morning was cold, and was always cold. He had somehow amalgamated with his blanket, as he snuggled up to it, feeling like his clothing on his bare body inside.The howling gale outside the window was the scariest at dawn, till the sun rose and warmed the city, he was much able to get out of his "cave". It was preciously his weekend, thus it would be reasonable to slack on the-

Beep. 
It came from the desk nearby.
Beep. Beep.
And he hopped off the bed.
His body wobbled.

The sudden vibration on my phone was always more exciting than anything else. Seeing the notification popping on the screen was as satisfying as seeing a slice of black forest sitting on the plate in obedience. Both of them signified hope, potential, an upcoming joy.

A feast to behold.

The messages came knocking on my place occasionally, like truly a once-in-a-blue moon. I must admit, I was not the outstanding celeb in the group for I did not have rows and rows of notifications obstructing my lovely wallpaper on the lock screen, I too did not have a red spot with growing numerical figures on the top right corner of the application. I know my policy, I always open them immediately upon arrival, since these messages were like wrapped gifts left at my doorstep after a gentle knock on the door reminding me that there was a surprise. So I, like most of the unboxing Vloggers online, coveted the entire process from claiming, unwrapping, playing to discarding. One by one. 

It was so exciting that it almost feels like Christmas.

They had hardly come in flocks for me however - depressing but reasonable. I was never in a position to bargain or whatsoever. My stakes were solely silence and an abundance of feelings, all sealed airtight inside a leaking soul. I was also forgiving, with a thinking vast like the sea, deep and profound like the sea. It felt like I could accept almost everything, yet I was just an overlooked individual on the Nearby list. Well, you could just imagine a poorly wrapped present with fantastic contents inside.

Alright, enough talking, I should start looking at my messages now. 
Here goes nothing!
Hmm?
…
… …
Never mind.
It was notification of some news I don't really care. 
Whether if some men died brutally, I muted the Tweet.

I sprang off my bed with my phone slid back into my pocket. It was the switch where I turned off my excitement when part of my routine of waiting for something to happen ended up with nothing happened as usual. Sometimes I was told to make something happen instead, but I would not want to be accused of being aggressive since proactivity, initiative, impatience, neediness, whatever one may call it would be presumed as a kind of aggression today. Don't ask me why. That was what I saw. Hence, I would stay quiet and I would be protected. 

Secrecy is the best policy. 

The room was dimly lit. I should pull the curtains away and let the sun shine through the window. But it was a cloudy day. "Oh well." Mumbled me as I closed up the curtain again and retreated to the living room. A pressure was set upon my knee, as the stack of books collapsed along with the boxes on them. I must admit I was a little clumsy and I sometimes would trip on something, the books for instance. I did have a rack, which had been fully occupied by the senior citizens of the book world however. Well, the new members should always show tolerance and respect towards elderly by letting out the best corner of the comfort zone - exactly as what I was taught in school, the ultimate rule of courtesy. Anyway, my room was not airy to begin with. It was fortunate nevertheless, as I would not feel lonely with friends of these many awaiting my return in the room daily. I stacked the books and boxes back exactly how they were. The back was cramping from the weight it got to withstand. I got back from the realm as the phone vibrated again, several times in a roll. The door squeaked as I opened it slowly. I peeked through the gap.

Father was taking a rest on the couch. Mother was not home yet it seemed… Luckily I did not slam the door open, it was tempting to do but painful to bear. Father never fancied these "rash" behaviors he called. I walked straight to the outside. I walked down the long and winding stairs, as I took the chance to have a glimpse at the graffiti on the wall. It was the codex between me and partners, where within those patches of bold colorfulness there would be a corner of scribbles containing messages. Well, in today's world we could have created a secret group and talked as irresponsibly as we wished there. But what's the fun of it? We do enjoy the full privacy ever since the new Data Protection Act was enforced. Adults would never find out the exchanges we made online. But again, what's the fun of it? 

My phone vibrated again. 
Strange, it was beyond my usual amount of messages daily. 
Had I ascended as a socialite?
If I had, when? And how?

…

Leaned against the fence, I glanced at the incoming messages. Instantly I replied each and everyone patiently. Yes, including those without a picture, with an empty profile, sending those unsolicited hollow regards. These mysterious men could be a surprise once in a while, like who knows? They were the discreet. And they never disappointed me. They could be gorgeous, they could be cute, like shy-cute. They are fun to talk to, especially when you have gained their trust, making them reveal themselves gradually, it felt as if their coat of armor fell off pieces by pieces, eventually stripping them naked. How exciting. They are also easygoing. They are easy to deal with. So I understand, considering how there are a handful of shy people in the society. There should be also a handful of shrinking violets in confusion on the app as well. I was one of them in fact. When you let the cat out of the bag, it would be letting the cataclysm out of Pandora's box. It should be a secret that no one should know, no matter how modernized the society had transformed into. 

It is and always would be my deepest, darkest little secret. 

With my thoughts running exceptionally smooth today, the conversation went unexpectedly well. The other person surprisingly remained interested. Good, I could already smell love in the air. We exchanged pictures. And as I have mentioned before, the faceless profiles always hide a surprise at the back. The person looked as kind as he behaved. Oh the ingenuousness, it was extra alluring to me. I swear I could already taste the straightness even from the phone. I would love to fondle his beard and salivate at the pheromone wafted throughout his body. I was so electrified that I uncontrollably made a few skips on the pavement as I sauntered. The cafe owner at the window must be wondering what had gone wrong with me. Well I frequented his cafe, I think he cares, doesn't he? 

The words the person uttered were chivalrous. I could feel his lips caressing my knuckle. What a lovely man. I was utterly intoxicated by each of his messages. He seemed educated and had apparently perused the beauty of literature, both fiction and non-fiction, of a variety of advanced genres ranging from the post-apocalyptic sci-fi, dystopia fantasy to horror melodrama. He also had a great taste in music. He would hum Joker Face or A Plausible when he was doing gym; Die to Live or With You when he was in a cafe and Bedroom Carols as he strolled the street, like me! His alarm tone was seemingly Mille Raisons. I was so amazed by his fandom. It was one-of-a-kind, I complimented. To top it all, he was merely a few miles away - not too far for yearning and not too close for clinging. 

Just like most of the guys I had come across.

A well-educated man shone bright like a knight in shiny armor coming off from his trusty steed and approached a nobody like me. A man such kind was rare, you could only find a few tens of them in the proximity of few miles on the app. Of course it had boiled to a situation where an "I do" could escape from my quivering lips anytime. Oh and he said he loved puppies too! Such a coincidence! Oh wait, the person I met before also posted a picture of him hugging his pet puppy.Looked like a lot of our kinds had a soft spot for animals! Most of them expressed the virtue through the pictures in their profile to find companion! We should totally make an animal-loving club after this.

Anything could be possible as long as I have him by my side. Nothing else was important. I stirred the abandoned coffee on my table after sending the key message to him. Yes, I asked him out. I said I just so happened to pass a cafe that I had never been to before nearby. I wanted to share my latest discovery of a great spot so I would like to ask him over. 

As known from a gentleman like him, it was a prompt "yes". 

I was so tensed that my fingers trembled even when I touched the photo of his face on my screen. How perfect. We would have a discussion on the latest album by our favorite singer in common, then maybe we could talk about some of the latest literature works. I had planned everything next in my mind. We would be heading to his place and then we would talk with our heart out. Certainly you could not express everything comfortably in an occupied cafe. A secluded place like home would be perfect for both of us alone. Yes, yes, yes. I think he had a thing for me, that's why he bothered to take on this date!


There he is!

"Hi." 
"Umm… Hi." I looked away as I greeted him, shaking his hands from the seat.
He froze for a second.
"Are... you..."
I looked at him.
He turned out to be one senior from my course...
The one I respected a lot... 
Like he always manages to give amazing insight during discussion... 
"From our course?"
I nodded my head.
"Great."
Smiled he as he sat down.
"I never expected you to be one."
"Well, yeah, I'm a bit discreet for this…" 
His fingers twiddled his shirt.
 
It should be alright.
It would be alright.
A year later today should be our anniversary. 
My optimism ran high.

It's a collection of lovely fairytale, of hopes and dreams, butterflies and prince. 

A fantastic town of stories for both children and adults. 
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Happily Ever After.

It was afternoon. The sun was gleaming brightly above the sea. The air was filled with a salty yet sweet scent. Loki and Nevaeh were sitting in her bedroom's balcony, choosing to stay in, mostly due to the staggering number of events that had taken place the previous night, but also because her parents were meant to return from their trip the day after tomorrow. Even though they had continuously talked to each other about the crazy day they'd had, there were so many things still left out.
   Loki had just finished telling her how he'd killed Laufey, and the way he could witness the shock brimming in his monstrous eyes. Nevaeh was taken aback by this. Loki could see it on her face. 'He never found out about you? Why didn't you tell him?' she asked.
   'Do you really think that I would dignify that creature's actions by an explanation? I killed him as soon as I saw the surprise of betrayal in his eyes,' spat Loki.
   'Not an explanation! I mean, you killed him because he wronged you by abandoning you. I thought you would've boasted about the way you turned out even after what he did to you. Apart from being a well-mannered boy, your abilities and skills are beyond his wildest imagination! It's a shame he never knew the treasure he lost before he died,' Nevaeh said honestly.
   Loki was stunned with silence by her words which conveyed much more than it said. Now that he heard her say those words out-loud, he wanted nothing more than to go back in time and do it that way. 'You, little one, are darker than I thought,' Loki said, smiling warmly. 'There is nothing I like more,' he added hastily after watching the crestfallen look on her face.
   'Well, if I were in your place, I would've done it that way, that's all I meant,' Nevaeh said defensively. 
   Loki refused to drop the amusement off his face. 'Oh, but I like your way! It's a shame I did not thought of it myself! I want to do it that way now.'
   'Huh?' 
   'I want to tell him. Let's do it,' Loki said with a hint of madness in his eyes.
   'He is already dead, sweetie. You can't change what has already happened,' she said, laughing a little at his sudden change of mind. There really was no way that he could tell him now.
   'No, ordinary people cannot. But we can.'
   'Loki, what is it that you want to do?' Nevaeh asked slowly.
   'I want to go back in time and boast about my grandeur before I kill him again,' Loki said excitedly.
   'You are kidding, right?' Nevaeh was feeling light headed by Loki's newfound, insane thoughts. 
   'Does it look I am kidding? I have a Norn stone! You have a Norn stone! We have barely used them for anything! I know we can do it!' Loki said as though the stones were toys and he hasn't played enough with them.
   Nevaeh was hoping that Loki would realize that this was a lunatic idea, but the excitement on his face was refusing to fade.
   'You really want to go back in time?' she asked slowly, and watched Loki nod vigorously. 'To gloat that you turned out cute as a button?' 
   'Not precisely in those words!' Loki snapped, 'And it is about my prowess as well. That dimwit monster has no idea about how strong I am!' 
   'But you do know that changing the past can lead to devastating effects to the future?' asked Nevaeh, trying a slight different approach on enlightening Loki that he was going berserk.
   'Who died and made you the queen of time travel?' snapped Loki.
    'I have read a lot of comics' shrugged Nevaeh. 'The point is, everything is done and dusted. You don't even know how to use the stone to travel back in time –'
   'I can learn,' Loki shrugged back.
   Loki was looking positively sure that he could actually do what he was saying and that made her heart skip a beat. Time travel has been the most fascinating element for Nevaeh, ever since she stepped her foot in science fiction. But she knew that history of comic books had taught everyone time and time again, that no change can go unnoticed or inconsequential. Time is a stubborn factor and meddling with it can lead to nothing but chaos. 
   'No!' Nevaeh said suddenly. 
   Loki scoffed. 'I beg your pardon? It wasn't a request—
   'Even if you went back in time, you never know what might happen! What damage it could cause! What if Laufey kills you while you are bragging about yourself? Or your father? Or your mother?' Nevaeh said with desperation.
   'I will not let that happen! I will make sure—'
   'There is no making sure when it comes to this. Everything is uncertain. Seriously I just got you back, I am not letting you go and put yourself at risk again!' Nevaeh said exhaustedly. Loki was heavily distracted by his urge as he watched her worried face.
   Nevaeh was feeling annoyed by Loki's wild bi-polar thoughts which shook her senses and his stubbornness made her feel like throat-punching him. She knew that Loki will never drop his decision, unless, she distracted him again. 'You are looking so handsome right now.'
   'Is that so?' Loki blushed. He loved compliments.
   'Yeah, the sunlight really makes you glow,' she winked at him.
   'Then kiss this glowing handsome prince,' Loki pulled her towards him without waiting for a response and kissed her. He ran a hand through her long hair to brush them off her neck and gently rub his own lips on it. She ran both her hands through his hair as he kissed her on the lips, his sharp nose rubbing against her own minuscule one.
   His hand holding her waist slid under her t-shirt from beneath and he felt her soft skin shake under his touch. Nevaeh was aching to feel his touch all over her body but she clutched his hand slowly moving up in a tight grasp. 
   Loki withdrew his hand to place it on her shoulders. His finger lingered inside the neck of her t-shirt to pull it down from her shoulder. Nevaeh opened her eyes sharply and slapped the back of his hand, making him stop abruptly and frown heavily at her.
   'I did not stop your hand because the angle wasn't right,' Nevaeh snapped.
   'Then why did you?' Loki asked as he kissed her cheek.
   'I don't know, we haven't even been on a date or anything—'Nevaeh paused in mid-sentence when Loki abruptly stopped his pecks and looked at her with a calculating expression on his face. Nevaeh had never seen Loki in such deep thought before and she nervously stared at him wondering if she had said anything to upset him.
   'How about today?' Loki asked, letting go of his hold on her all together and shifting a little away from her. 'Midgardian dating includes; movie or picnic of some sort and/or a feast, yes?' Loki asked, as though enquiring about it with a shopkeeper. Nevaeh was stunned by this sudden change of situation and she merely shrugged. 
   'I will give you some time to get dolled up then.' Loki got up, buttoning his emerald shirt which had literally stayed unbuttoned since the moment it had appeared on his body. 
   'Where – where do you think you are going?' asked a confused Nevaeh when Loki started walking towards the bedroom door.
   'I will come back in two hours, knock on your door, and escort you for the day we have planned ahead. Isn't that how a date works?' asked Loki.
   Nevaeh laughed. 'But you don't have to leave the house. I mean, where would you even go?'
   'If I am doing this, then I am doing it right. Don't worry about me. I shall see you in two hours.' Loki departed her room. Nevaeh laughed lightly, rubbing her lips by her finger as she immediately began wondering what to wear.
   Loki reached downstairs and opened the front door to the Queen's nest in order to make a few arrangements, but stopped soon after. Joe was about to knock on the door. Loki smiled widely at her, while she stared at him through wide eyes as though seeing him for the first time.
   'You're a God,' she whispered.

Embark upon the journey of the silver-tongued God of Mischief, whose story is half unknown and barely told before...

"Yesterday, a shocking gambling contract was signed between the famous author of Jurassic Park and 17 Again, eighteen-year-old prodigy Eric Williams, and Columbia Pictures of the Coca-Cola Group."
 
"It was reported, Eric Williams after filming 17 Again, in just fifteen days, wrote and directed a low-budget comedy of one hundred and forty minutes titled Home Alone. Eric Williams reportedly relied on the paycheck he received as a starring actor, as well as his royalty fee from Jurassic Park to accomplish this feat. Regardless of what the quality of the film might be, this makes him worthy of the 'genius' title."
 
"After viewing Home Alone and deliberating, the Columbia executives were unanimously optimistic. According to insiders, Mr. Blount Cohen, President of Columbia Pictures had even wanted to buy the entirety of the copyrights for 10 million $. However, Eric Williams refused this offer that would have made him one of the youngest multimillionaires in Hollywood, and instead proposed a completely insane gambling contract."
 
The article was detailing the two sides of the bet, and analyzing the possibility of Eric winning it. The author was obviously an insider and had included a series of data of similar box office comedies in the past. He estimated that with Home Alone, Eric's chance of losing was more than 80%.
 
Home Alone neither starred a celebrity cast nor had any investors. Among such good but low-budget comedies, only a few could make 2 to 3 million at the box office, most would just make a million. Therefore, the possibility of Home Alone breaking the 50 million mark was very low. The author even concluded by saying that Columbia would most likely never 'allow' Home Alone to pass that mark.
 
People liked to talk about all kinds of things, but their favorite topics would be, geniuses (the ones that were so out of their reach that they couldn't even feel envy), tragic heroes, and conspiracy theories.
 
The Los Angeles Times article had directly or indirectly, touched upon all three subjects, stirring the public sentiment. Even before the 20th Century Fox's 17 Again publicity stunt, people had begun to develop an interest in Eric. This could be seen by the sudden jump in Jurassic Park's sales.
 
Now, the appearance of Home Alone was like a bomb. The public's interest in Eric had exploded, which meant that sales and the ratings would too. Within a few days, he had already received dozens of requests for interviews. Jeff, who hadn't contacted in a while, suddenly called to inform that some people had come to inquire about him at the restaurant. Eric realized that he caught the attention of the paparazzi.
 
Meanwhile, after the publication of The Los Angeles Times article, the 20th Century Fox and Columbia Pictures seemed to form a tacit understanding, as the promotions of 17 Again and Home Alone started in full swing.
 
Carter Hunt, the head of the Distribution Department on Fox's side had some regrets about refusing to watch Eric's Home Alone. However, as a professional, he quickly got over his mood and after discussing with his peers at Columbia, launched a simultaneous publicity campaign. With these two giants joining forces, the results could well be imagined.
 
...
 
"Annie, how's the situation, can I go home?" Eric quickly asked his girlfriend coming through the door. He had been hiding at Annie's and hadn't gone home in a week.

Aniston shook her head, she put the groceries bags on the coffee table and said: "I drove past your home, there were at least seven or eight paparazzi keeping watch on your neighborhood. Fortunately, they didn't realize I was driving your car, otherwise, they would have certainly come after me, which would have been terrible."
 
Eric sighed. Thanks to the two giants united publicity campaign, Eric had become one of the most popular figures in North America. Even across the Atlantic, British newspapers had started to pick the subject up. Eric knew how things worked in this industry and immediately hid at Annie's place since receiving Jeff's phone call last week. The two studios promoting the movies were enough, the rest would just rely on the quality of the films itself. So, he didn't bother going out and getting interviewed by the paparazzi, not to mention, he wasn't certain they would write things as he stated them.
 
Although Eric promptly went into hiding and the paps hadn't been able to interview him, they had still dug around and his whole life from his immigration from England, his school's grades, to even his time passed at Jeff's Italian restaurant was laid bare for the public to feast on. Aniston was relishing in it all, teasing him from time to time.
 
Then, a tabloid published about his alleged love triangle between Drew Barrymore and an 'unknown actress'. They apparently got this from some members of the 17 Again crew, and the story was vividly written, even inferring that Drew's turning over a new leaf and joining a rehab center were all for Eric's sake. Once that article came out, a certain 'unknown actress' had made Eric sleep on the sofa for two days in a fit of jealousy.
 
...
 
Michael Klaus was so excited, he could barely sit still. The two giants' high-intensity propaganda for the two movies and Eric caused the sales of Jurassic Park, which had already exceeded 100,000 weekly sales, to skyrocket again. In the second week of November, Jurassic Park finally reached the top of the New York Times' North American bestseller list with sales of more than 250,000 copies. According to the current sales trend, breaking through 1 million copies this year wouldn't be a problem.
 
After calling him a few times to no avail, Michael Klaus learned of Eric's whereabouts from Penny Marshall and directly visited Aniston's place.
 
"Hey, Michael, how did you know I was here ?" Eric asked as he let Michael in the house.
 
"I was actually thinking of calling the police since I couldn't find you anywhere. But it turns out you were hiding here…" Michael Klaus was about to say something when he saw Aniston coming out of the bedroom and shut his mouth.
 
"Michael, this is my girlfriend, Jennifer Aniston. Annie, this is Michael Klaus, the publisher of my book."
 
Michael and Aniston greeted each other before Annie left for the bathroom.
 
"Hey, Eric, is this the actress that was mentioned? I still like Drew though, she was really cute in E.T." Once Aniston's figure disappeared, Michael started gossiping.
 
Eric gave Michael a cup of coffee and whispered: "Michael, keep talking about this if you want Annie to throw you out, even I don't dare mention Drew's name now."
 
Michael Klaus realized Eric wasn't kidding and very decisively changed the subject: "Eric, Jurassic Park is now selling so well, don't you think you should start writing a sequel ?"
 
Eric shook his head without hesitation, the Jurassic Park copyrights were already in his hands, although he had used it as collateral for the lawyers, he wasn't worried. He didn't have any time to waste on writing a sequel.
 
"The fiction is already a complete story, and I think there is nothing else to write about, Michael."
 
Michael Klaus wasn't discouraged and quickly followed: "Well, do you have any other work ?"
 
Eric shook his head again. Earlier, he had been incredibly busy, and once he had finally completed Home Alone and signed the gambling contract with Columbia, he gave himself a break. But because there were only a few days before the release of the movies, he had to follow the crew around during the promotion. Fortunately, the two companies had reached a compromise and decided on a uniform promotional tour schedule, so Eric didn't have to run around ragged.

An advertising director is reborn in 1988 Hollywood as an eighteen-year-old blond-haired westerner named Eric Williams.

From then on, he starts writing movie scripts and television songs, becomes skilled in directing every kind of film, wins over all kinds of female celebrities, and takes the path to becoming a Hollywood legend.

"Yesterday, a shocking gambling agreement was signed at the headquarters of Columbia Pictures, between the recently famous author of Jurassic Park and 17 Again, eighteen-year-old prodigy Eric Williams, and Columbia Pictures of the Coca-Cola Group."
 
"It was reported that, after Eric Williams completed filming 17 Again, he relied on the paycheck he received as a starring actor, as well as his royalty fee from Jurassic Park, to, in only fifteen days of time, write and direct a low-budget comedy of one hundred and forty minutes titled Home Alone. Leaving aside what the quality of the film will be like, for eighteen-year-old Eric Williams to accomplish this feat makes him worthy of the word 'genius'."
 
"After seeing Home Alone and deliberating, the Columbia executives became unanimously optimistic. According to insiders, Mr. Blount Cohen, president of Columbia had originally wanted to buy the entirety of the Home Alone copyrights for 10 million $, however, Eric Williams straightforwardly refused this offer, which would have been enough to make him one of the youngest multimillionaires in Hollywood, and instead proposed a completely insane gambling agreement."
 
The article was detailing the two sides of the bet, and analyzing the possibility of Eric winning it. The author was obviously an insider, he had included a series of data of similar past box office comedies, and estimated that with Home Alone, Eric's chance of losing was more than 80%.
 
Because Home Alone didn't star a celebrity, and hadn't had any investors, for this type of good but low-budget comedy, only a few could make 2 to 3 millions at the box office, most would just make a million. Therefore, the possibility of Home Alone breaking the 50 million mark was very low. The author even concluded by saying that Columbia would most likely never 'allow' Home Alone to pass that mark.
 
Most people liked to talk about all kinds of things, but their favorite topics would be; geniuses -the ones that were so out of their reach that they couldn't even feel envy-, tragic heroes, and conspiracy theories.
 
The Los Angeles Times article, had explicitly or implicitly, more or less broached about these three subjects, stirring the public sentiment. Even before the 20th Century Fox's 17 Again publicity stunt, people had already begun to develop an eagerness towards Eric, this could be seen by the sudden increase in Jurassic Park's sales.
 
Now, the appearance of Home Alone was like a bomb, the public's interest in Eric had exploded, which meant that sales and the ratings would too, and soon, in a few days of time, he had already received a dozen requests for interviews. Jeff, who hadn't contacted him in a while, suddenly called him to tell him that some people had come to inquire about him at the restaurant. Eric realized that the paparazzi had started to pay attention to him.
 
Meanwhile, after the publication of The Los Angeles Times article, the 20th Century Fox and Columbia Pictures seemed to form a tacit understanding as both the promotion of 17 Again and Home Alone started in full swing.
 
Although Carter Hunt, the head of the Distribution Department on the Fox's side had some regrets about refusing to watch Eric's Home Alone, as a professional, he quickly got over his mood, and after some negotiations with Columbia, launched a simultaneous publicity stunt. With those two giants joining forces, the results could well be imagined.
 
...
 
"Annie, how's the situation, can I go home ?" When he saw his girlfriend open the door, Eric quickly asked. He had been hiding at Annie's and hadn't gone home in a week.
Aniston shook her head, she put the groceries bags she had in her hands on the coffee table and said: "I drove past your home, there was at least seventy-eight paparazzi keeping watch on your neighborhood. Fortunately they didn't know that the car I drove was yours, otherwise they would have certainly come after me, that would have been terrible."
 
Eric sighed. Thanks to the two giants united publicity campaign, Eric had become one of the most popular figure in North America, and even across the Atlantic, British newspapers had started to pick the subject up. Eric was knowledgeable about how things worked in this industry, so after receiving Jeff's phone call last week, he immediately hid at Annie's place. The two studios promoting the movie was enough, the rest would be to just rely on the quality of the film itself, so he didn't bother going out and get interviewed by the paparazzi, not to mention that he wasn't certain they would write things as he stated them.
 
Although Eric promptly went into hiding and the paps hadn't been able to interview him, they had still dug around and his whole life was laid out for the public to feast on: his immigration from England, his school's grades, and even his time passed at Jeff's Italian restaurant. Aniston was relishing in it all, teasing him from time to time.
 
Then, a tabloid published about his alleged love triangle between Drew Barrymore and an 'unknown actress'. They apparently got this from some members of the 17 Again crew, and the story was vividly written, even stating that Drew's turning a new leaf and joining a rehab center was all for Eric's sake. Once that article came out, a certain 'unknown actress' had made Eric sleep on the sofa for two full days in a fit of jealousy.
 
...
 
Michael Klaus was so excited recently he could barely sit still. Because the two giants had involved Eric in their propaganda stunt, Jurassic Park's sales that had already gone over 100,000, started to soar once again in the second week of November, and finally passed the 250,000 mark. According to estimates, breaking the one million mark this year wouldn't be a problem.
 
After calling him a few times to no avail, Michael Klaus learned of Eric's whereabouts from Penny Marshall, and directly went to Aniston's place.
 
"Hey, Michael, how did you know I was here ?" Eric asked curiously as he let Michael in the house.
 
"You, seriously, I even thought of calling the police since I couldn't find you anywhere, and turns out you're hiding here ..." Michael Klaus was about to say something, but when he saw Aniston coming out of the bedroom in pajamas, he was surprised and shut his mouth.
 
"Michael, this is my girlfriend, Jennifer Aniston. Annie, this is Mr. Michael Klaus, the manager of my book."
 
Michael and Aniston greeted each other, before Annie left for the bathroom.
 
"Hey, Eric, this is the actress that was mentioned ? I still like Drew though, she was really cute in E.T." Once Aniston's figure disappeared, Michael started gossiping.
 
Eric gave Michael a cup of coffee and whispered: "Michael, if you want Annie to throw you out, then keep talking about this topic, even I don't dare to mention Drew's name now."
 
Michael Klaus realized Eric wasn't kidding and very decisively changed the subject: "Look, Eric, Jurassic Park is now selling so well, don't you think you should start writing a sequel ?"
 
Eric shook his head without hesitation, the Jurassic Park copyrights were already in his hands, although he had used it as collateral in the bet, he wasn't worried about that. He didn't have any time to waste on writing a sequel.
 
"The fiction is already a complete story, and I think there is nothing else to write about, Michael."
 
Michael Klaus wasn't discouraged and quickly followed: "Well, do you have any other work ?"
 
Eric shook his head again. Some time ago he had been incredibly busy, and once he had finally completed Home Alone and signed a gambling agreement with Columbia, he had directly given himself a break. But because there was only a few days before the release of the movies, he had to follow the crew around during the promotion. Fortunately though, the two companies had reached a compromise and decided on a uniform promotional tour schedule, so Eric wouldn't have to cut himself in half.

An advertising director is reborn in 1988 Hollywood as an eighteen-year-old blond-haired westerner named Eric Williams.

From then on, he starts writing movie scripts and television songs, becomes skilled in directing every kind of film, wins over all kinds of female celebrities, and takes the road to become a Hollywood legend.

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ATTENTION!

This is not an original novel, all rights in this story belong to JUST DO.

The translation of most chapters is done by: Elawn, Nano4bots and Sissy That Walk.

My translation will start where they have left it, my translation may not be as good as theirs but I would like it much more people to know more about this story that I liked so much.

I WANT THAT I LIKE THIS HISTORY A LOT, BUT I DO NOT AGREE TO A LOT OF THE BEHAVIORS BOTH OF THE PROTAGONIST AND SOME CHARACTERS. IN THIS HISTORY CHARACTERS OF REAL LIFE APPEAR AND I DO NOT ASSURE THAT THE DATA PROVIDED IN THIS HISTORY WILL BE TRUE.

Everything in the room become blured almost as if a colored paper forcefuly tear and reattached and so on.. 

I feel sick as the light turning in & off, and the whole place is shaking as if having an earthquake so, I close my eyes. 


I heard the system spoke, different from the system I spoke with previously. 


I ignore it and try to grab something to stabilize myself, In my highschool days every students always does an earthquake drill but experiencing it in this kind of place makes my mind blank.  Who would believe that I'm experiencing it the In-game Character creating?!  they might say I'm crazy because I have to be in the (village) game before that, or they might say the game is upgrading so the system is malfunctioning. 

I squat down holding in place to stay put, I didn't know how many minutes passed before everything come back to normal. 

I slowly opened my eyes and gasp at the beautiful fairy-tale like garden.

An Ocean of different flowers and exotic tree's, draw aside to make a way(road). Watching the flowers for hours won't be enough to satiate your desire to feast your eyes on the beauty of incredible merging of colors.


Am I already in the game?  So beautiful! The company of this virtual game really made an effort to create this fantastic world.


This must be the biginner vilage? but I didn't even finish creating my character,  there must be a problem in the system. I should call the agents later to continue my undone character, but for now I should take advantage of familiarizing myself in this wonderful world. 

Walking in the Huddling colorful flowers and feeling the soft grass tickling my foot. I look up when I heard a sweet twit singing of birds above the tree's,  singing softly while the other little birds play happily going back and forth to different tree's.

I look at the vast of flowers with many kinds of butterflies are flattering around, real as well as fiction ones. Seeing this makes my heart relaxed and delighted. 

Actually I'm not really 100% accepted my situation here,  as even though I'm starting to move on and be this girl but  really can't stop thinking of what-ifs theres a solution to come back?  and maybe my body are still there in the Earth, comatosed in a hospital but now having relaxed like this makes me think that the maybe and what-ifs are my biggest burden and devil in my heart bothering me of moving on and be happy in this life. 

My mother always says that 'Memories are important but reality is your path to future. Moving on doesn't mean of forgeting but holding that memory to strenghten yourself to prepare for the future. ' thinking of this the anxiety in my heart pop like a balloon and slowly fade away. 

Walking for about 30 minutes doesn't really make anyone tired seeing this refresing flowers,  so I take my time picking and smelling and strolling leisurely until I saw a small village in the other end of the flower road. 


I quicken my step, Excited to start and acquire knowledge of this game.  I just step in the entryway when I heard the system notification sound. Right, I have my system!  why didn't I used it previously to contact the game personnel of my matter?!  I sighed and thought of this body has a high IQ but the one using it now really dumb about a game matters.  I shrugged and comfort myself as I'm not used to playing games. 

CLicking the bell like Icon in my upper right using my mind, the bell icon fade away and a gift box 


"Welcome to Zafia Star World Host! Given your our host after thousand of thousand of years, You have been granted a long-term companion number 22." and then a Creamy white egg suddenly pop out of the box and slowly float infront of me. 

Za- Zafia whut?!  Am I not in the game named 'Another World?! '

In daze, I unconciouly accept the egg that begin to shine like a sun almost blinding me. 


forming into a small white kitten seating in my palm like a human and then looked at me curiously blinking her cute doll like galaxy eyes. 

"Congratulations Host,  Acquiring the Huminid Cat from the Dimension World number 22, feed it with your blood to finalize  the contract between the two of you"


"Wait! wait!" I yelled and said anxiously "Am I not in the 'Another World Virtual Game?!'."


"This is the Zafia Star World, a virtual gaming space constructed using the most advanced Virtual technology."

"then..  then I'm not in Another World!  why Am I here?! " terrified I back 3 step unconciouly 

"Host,  You are here because you have been chosen out of millions of milions of people in different dimension but don't worry you can still come back to that 'third rate Virtual technology' and back to the real world. " the system said the with clear disdain to the Virtual Game, Another world."

Processing the shocking revelations,  and think of my transmigration in this world then I finally relaxed. Having Advanced Space Technology should not make me shock now as being transmigrated It should be common to me now if there this kind of happening. 

Calming down,  I looked at the adorable little kitten with Snow white furr covering its little body seemingly Smooth and tender to touch, combined with the beautiful galaxy doll eyes can't stop my eyes looking at it intensely 'really moe ah!'.

holding it carely to my embrace and strech out my left hand to it,  the little kitten who's attentively looking at me started to open it's mouth seemingly understanding my intention.

It bit my hand not that really hurt but my brows draw closed together alittle. 

waiting for it to finish drinking my blood to its fill, feeling my blood flowing out of my finger faster make my heart thump,  are the little thing thought my blood is milk?! clenching my teeth and persevere alittle more. seconds later the speed it drink my blood slowed down and two violet like symbol and scribble circled that two of us, combined and two light slowly enter our center of eyebrows.

feeling alittle uncomfortable like something invading my body until a comportable feather like slowly replaces. I looked at my hands when I felt something hot, seeing a scribble form in my finger were it bit started to shaped like an eye of the cat I'm holding in my embrace. This must be a seal. 

I looked at the cat after the seal in my finger turned into a tattoo, as I feel our connection to each other. 


"Meow,  my master please name me." the cat spoke like a human looking at me expectantly making my heart soft 'so adorable! '

"Your from dimension something 22, so I'll name you Little Double!" I happily said, proud of my good naming skills.


...and so that's how my adventure companion Little Double came to my world. 









(A/N): Hominid <the least developed of all ancestral humans —

When Nyxie woke up, she find out that she transmigrate to another world completely baffled how she died.

As she journey through the new world, cultivating and fighting against the restrictions of heaven. Finding out a way to come back in her past life, nyxie embarked at the upper realms looking for where the system came from wishing that it can help her take her back home.

Let's us find out how nyxie find her way back, enclosing the secret of her identity.


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