As Paul continued rocking out on his guitar, fire burned down a good portion of Red City.
—
Klein walked through the burning city.
Fleeing civilians called out to him. "Please save us!" "Klein, you're a hero! We need you!!" 
Klein had a scowl on his face. "Resistance trash. What do you think you're doing to my city?"
Paul stopped playing when he saw Klein. He smirked. "So you finally crawled out of whatever hole you were born in huh?"
Klein kept his hands pocketed in his trousers. "I have nothing to say to you."
Paul started playing his guitar again. Massive amounts of fire swirled around him violently. "Sin of Wrath!!" 
Paul started playing his guitar more intensely now. He switched from rock to heavy metal.
The fire raged and flowed with the sound.
Klein continued walking towards him. "He uses sound to generate heat..." He stood on his left leg and outstretched the other one towards Paul. "Blue Gorilla."
fwoosh!!
Blue flames erupted from Klein's body and turned into a giant ferocious gorilla made up of blue flames. It had giant fangs and a fierce roar.
Paul continued shredding his guitar. The sound intensified, and so did the flames. They rose up into a firestorm. Smoke rushed out from Paul's aura in gigantic plumes, swallowing up the gorilla with it.
The gorilla reared its arm back and punched the wall of flames. 
There was a clash between the orange flames and the blue flames.
Klein's gorilla made it through the wall of fire and charged Paul.
"What are you doing, coming inside here like that?!" Paul exclaimed. He pulled on his whammy bar and emitted a high pitched screech. 
The sound blew away the flames of the gorilla. 
Klein slid back, holding his ears. The sound was acting like a strong gust of wind, blowing away everything around it. 
Klein grimaced as he struggled to stay conscious. He roared out, emitting a deadly amount of spiritual pressure. The ground around him in a hundred foot radius was completely demolished, throwing Paul off balance.
"Oh no...!"
Klein quickly rushed him as he was falling.
With a spinning roundhouse kick, he slammed his leg into the side of Paul's head like a soccer ball.
Paul was sent several feet into the ground as a dust cloud went up in the air.
Klein landed and let out a huff of air.
All of a sudden he started hearing dramatic musical chords playing. Instead of rock or metal the theme this time was more medieval.
Paul was standing, playing his guitar. A giant sword and shield made out of orange flames was floating in front of him.
Klein looked up at it. "Oh?"
Paul continued strumming. "Don't think my performance is up yet!" The sword attacked at over four thousand miles per hour, several times that of the speed of sound.
Klein started weaving around the slashes at hypersonic speed, moving even faster than Paul's flames. "Too slow."
—
To the south of Red City, a war was being fought between Republic and Resistance forces.
The Resistance had a tenth of the army the Republic had. They were getting slaughtered in bunches.
The screeches of a flock of giant hawks echoed overhead.
The soldiers stopped fighting to look up.
Gama was standing on a giant hawk. There were eight of them in the air. "Looks like you all need some help down there!" He jumped down along with Sumu.
When Gama hit the ground the terrain shifted, lifting the Republic soldiers in the air.
Purple energy formed in Sumu's hands and turned into two submachine guns. She started firing off. She had infinite ammo since the guns were made by her.
Gama clapped his hands together. "Summoning: Hawk Familiar!"
A white magic circle appeared and a giant hawk came out of it. "Everyone who can move, get on!"
The remaining soldiers hurried onto the large bird.
Sumu finished off most of the Republic forces by herself.
Gama's hawk took off. He reached his hand out. "Sumu! Hop on!"
Sumu turned around and started running. She jumped up and grabbed his hand.
They made a flashy escape.
—
Meanwhile, back in Red City, Klein was still dodging Paul's flaming sword.
"I'll finish you off right here and now!" Paul exclaimed.
Klein scowled. His leg ignited on fire. "Blue..." He shot his leg into the sword. An explosion of blue fire shot out in all directions. "Burst!!"
The sword shattered. Two of Paul's guitar strings snapped. "Ugh...!"
Klein landed. "Give it up."
Paul strummed what strings he could still play. He pulled his lever. "Not until I win!!" 
Paul's shield intensified and grew several times larger. With each shred of the guitar, an extra shield formed in front of the previous that was larger. In total there were five shields. 
Paul started running at Klein. "I'd like to see you get through this!!"
Klein took a deep breath. His leg ignited on fire. Steam rose from his body. He bent his legs. "Hup!" He launched.
Klein spun once mid-air. He hit the shield with his foot. The outermost shield caved in and cracked, blue flames going all through it. "Steamroller!!"
FOOM!!
A massive amount of steam exploded from Klein's body, shooting himself like a bullet straight through all five shields and hitting Paul head-on.
Paul's guitar broke, and he went unconscious in defeat.
Klein landed. He scowled at Paul's body as steam escaped his mouth. "You Resistance trash are all over your heads."






WEBTOON Coming Early-Late 2022

The Knights Multiverse Project. 

A boy is raised in a dark and impoverished environment from birth. He realizes the unfairness of the world from an earlier age than most. As he begins to grow older, he decides that he doesn't want anyone else to go through what he did. But the world is a big place, and there are situations that can be far worse than what he could ever imagine. 

As he fights his way through dark organizations, republics, wars, and even the gods themselves, our main protagonist comes to see just how shallow his dream really is. Is it even possible to achieve such a thing? But the answer to that is far away, past even the largest countries, or even the largest planets. The core of good and evil itself lies at the origin of all things.

Beyond the barrier.

Kyle was still working so he immediately continued his work, coincidentally the Japanese guy talked to him "Oh, Nicesuu meet youuu, I wourd rike some halp".(A/N: I tried)
Kyle turned his head and replied "How may I help you?" with a smile, then he took a peek at the Japanese guy's phone and it was exploding, comments kept coming but all of it was Japanese so Kyle didn't understand any of it.
"Hai, hai, Where Could I get Kechappu?" The Japanese guy said, Kyle understood and guided him, after that Kyle continued working, it didn't take long before Kyle finished his work and went back home, he doesn't know if he could take the next part-time job anymore, he was so exhausted, thankfully the body was used to it, but Kyle still felt it.
He immediately jumped to his bed and fell asleep, 3 hours later he woke up, Kyle took a shower and then started his plan in streaming, he had many choices singing, gaming, Drawing, etc, there are many things to choose, then he remembered that he got a level 1 singing mastery in the starter pack, so he decided to go with singing.
After choosing Kyle now need an instrument, a guitar would be good, he pondered for a moment then remembered that Grandma May had an old guitar that belonged to her long-deceased husband, Kyle changed his clothes and went to the place where Grandma May was staying, he knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" Grandma May's voice sounded from the other side of the door.
"Grandma, it is me Kyle" he replied
The door opened and Grandma May saw Kyle, "Son, what brings you here?" she asked in a surprised tone.
"I came to borrow Grandpa's guitar, can I?" Kyle asked in a sincere tone.
Grandma May smiled and pulled Kyle, "Come then, its much better if you use it, I don't know to play guitar so it was only decoration here", Grandma bought Kyle in the living room and there he saw the Guitar sitting, even though it seemed old, it was very clean, this shows how much grandma May took care of it, Kyle took the Guitar and said thanks to Grandma May before returning to his apartment.
Kyle sat on a chair, he remembered that he doesn't know how to play guitar but when he touched the guitar he felt like had been playing it for many years, Kyle started strumming the guitar and found nothing wrong with it, then he started to play, this is where Level 3 instruments Mastery showed off its might, the sound was very pleasing and no mistakes can be heard, it was like everything was just perfect, he then started to go and sing with it.
"Wise men say only fools rush inBut I can't help falling in love with you.."
The way Kyle sang was above average, in his memories the Level 1 Singing Mastery also showed its might, the breathing technique, the control and other else were decent, it was not in the level of professional yet but it was decent, after a while Kyle finished singing, he just sang the song "Can't Help falling in love with you", after that Kyle started doing his stream, first is to go to a streaming platform called Rattv and Kyle registered.
After doing the other necessary things Kyle was now ready to go stream, his streamer name is Fall and then he added title, "Singing with KF", yeah... it was dumb, anyways this would be Kyle's first time streaming so he was a bit nervous, then he started streaming, he shared his channel to his friends so that they could watch him, it didn't take long before Kyle had 2 viewers and both were his close friends.
"Kyle you started streaming?" A comment popped out
"Yeah, I just want to try" Kyle replied
"Okay, we will support you!" another comment popped out
Kyle felt happy as these two were his very close friends, so to not make them wait, Kyle took a breath and then started singing.
"Oh, misty eye of the mountain below" Kyle didn't strum first and just sang the song, his friends were also shocked when they heard him sang, his voice was decent but the song they have never heard of it before! Kyle continued to sing.
"Keep watching over Durin's sons" then Kyle started strumming the guitar, the camera was fixed on Kyle's mouth and the guitar, so they could see his performance, the way Kyle played the guitar is so good.
"OwO, bro! you were hiding this kind of talent?" a comment popped out
"Yeah, he is definitely hiding his skills!"
When his two friends liked it, they started sharing it around, they have many more friends than Kyle, it didn't take long before 10 more people arrived at the stream and they immediately heard Kyle's singing which captivated them especially the females.
"Now I see fireInside the mountainAnd I see fireBurning the treesAnd I see fire"
Yes, this was a song by Ed Sheeran "I See Fire", Kyle continued singing while the comment section was exploding, they sent gifts and also shared the channel.
"This guy is underrated!"
"What song is this? I never heard of it!"
"KJJP gifted you a Flower!"
The song was about 5 minutes long and Kyle had finished singing, "Thank you for listening" Kyle said, he then saw the viewers already had 156 people watching him, he was so focused on singing that he didn't notice it! and it was shocking, Kyle knew that having this much viewers in less than 10 minutes is already hard for streamers but he did it! His first step was very firm! he then glanced at the comment section
"Nice song! what is the song name?"
"Song name please!"
"What is the Sauce!"
Kyle then replied with "The title of the song is "I See Fire"
then a second later, immediately a surge of comments came flooding in.
"I can't find it? is this an original song?"
"Yeah, I also can't find it!"
"This is an original song, I'm sure, I have recorded his singing and posted it on YT!"
"Really! I want to hear it again! ill go check it now!"
"UwU"
Kyle also got curious and checked it and there he saw that it was already becoming Viral, in less than 3 minutes it already has a thousand views, the poster didn't forget to link the stream and his viewers were climbing up! this is insane!

“Every great dream begins with a dreamer. Always remember, you have within you the strength, the patience, and the passion to reach for the stars to change the world.”

“I Get up every morning and tell myself,‘I can do this.’”

So many times, people told me I can't do this or can't do that. My nature is that I don't listen very well. I'm very determined, and I believe in myself. My parents brought me up that way. Thank God for that. I don't let anything stand in my way.

I closed my eyes to listened carefully, the claps, the cheers, I finally reached it, I am finally, finally!

I am a World Star!

Then I heard my name being called "Please welcome our Star! Kyle Leon!"

deafening roars and cheers calling out my name rang after that.

================================
I Don't own the Cover and only took it from google
it's my first time writing a book, please don't be shy to help me
Join My Discord: https://discord.com/channels/719934245170315361/719934245170315367

As Emberleigh strummed the last chords of a song on her guitar, her main emotion was pride. And love for her eighteen-year-old brother Logan, who had taught her how to play.
But under the love and pride, there was anger. Anger that stemmed from sadness. Anger that had been slowly stirring in her chest ever since Mum and Dad had died five years ago. Sometimes she felt as if she might just burst into flames. The only time she felt safe from combustion was when she played the guitar.
Logan whistled his approval as the notes died away. "Nice, Ember."
She grinned and hung her guitar on its stand, brushing her fingers over its smooth wood.
Logan, watching this, asked her a question. "Why do you play guitar?"
"It helps," Emberleigh answered.
"Helps with what?" he replied, brushing his straight dark brown hair out of his eyes.
"It relieves some of the anger."
Logan nodded, then changed the subject, as one of them was apt to do if conversation turned to their late parents. "Did you hear about the tsunami in Xanchior?"
"Yeah," she nodded. "Why are all these storms popping up anyway? There was that earthquake in Kiriadar, too."
"I don't know," Logan shrugged. "But if they continue, Therondia is going to suffer."
"I'm going for a walk, okay?" She shrugged into a jacket and moved towards the door of their simple house. 
"Wait," he said, stepping in front of her like she knew he would. "You can't just go. What if you get lost?"
Emberleigh rolled her eyes. "I know Khisfire inside out."
"What about thieves?"
"I have nothing worth stealing." She pulled out the lining of her pants' pockets to prove her point.
"Kidnappers?"
"No one in town has ever been kidnapped."
"But what if something else happens?"
"Stop being so overprotective!" Emberleigh said, exasperated.
"I'm not being overprotective!"
"Yes, you are!"
"How am I overprotective?!"
"Oh, I don't know, maybe because you never let me go anywhere without you, and wherever you go somewhere, you take me with you!"
"It doesn't matter," Logan said, putting his arm around her shoulders, his voice soft. "Maybe I am a little overprotective, but you're all I have. I couldn't bear it if I lost you too." His voice turned stony. "You're staying right here."
Emberleigh, who had been on the point of giving in, fired back up again and twisted out of his gentle hold. "You can't tell me what to do." 
She pushed past him through the door into the streets, running through the maze-like cobbled streets of Khisfire. A subtle pink hue was tinting the sky. Finally, she slowed to a walk, muttering to herself. "I can take care of myself. I'm fifteen, for goodness's sake! Why can't you just realize I'm not a baby anymore!"
Gradually, her anger ebbed away to be replaced by remorse, her least favorite emotion. Logan just wanted to look out for her. She wished he would give her more freedom, but running out of the house wasn't the best way to prove that. With a sigh, Emberleigh stuffed her hands in her pockets and walked home through the darkness.
Pushing open the wooden door, she was immediately greeted by Logan, who was alternating between relieved and very angry. 
"Do you know how long you were gone? I'm so glad you're okay!" He pulled her into a rough hug, not even waiting for her to get inside the house, then held her out at arm's length. "I can't believe you just ran out of the house!"
"I'm sorry," Emberleigh said. "I shouldn't have run out like that; it's just-" She stopped as Logan's firm grip on her shoulders slackened. He stared straight ahead, then collapsed into her. Emberleigh staggered under his weight, and they both fell to the cobbled floor, Logan's head on her lap.
"Logan!" She shook him.
He didn't open his eyes.
"I'm sorry, Logan," she said, fighting back tears. "I didn't mean to run off. I know you only wanted to protect me. I just- I'm so sorry."
There was a flash of red and gold.
Temporarily blinded, Emberleigh rubbed the sleeve of her shirt against her face, as much to dislodge tears as to restore her eyesight.
A giant purr shook the floor of the street.
A purr?
Emberleigh squinted against the glare and stared at the biggest tiger she had ever seen. He was taller than her, taller than her house, taller than three- no, five houses on top of each other. 
His fur was the color of amber, with gorgeous bold black stripes running across the width of his body, and a white underside. The fur in his ears and on his paws was white as well. Each black stripe had a lining of pulsing gold.
The tiger bent his head down to her level and emitted another ground-shaking purr. His sage green eyes were sad as he gently nosed Logan. Emberleigh, instead of being terrified, felt a bond with him. She reached upwards and touched his cheek. He nuzzled her hand. Emberleigh clutched at his warm, fluffy fur and shed her tears in his coat.
After she had wiped away the last tears, a change came over the tiger. His sad eyes turned livid, and he growled. 
Emberleigh felt the anger that had been smoldering in her chest ignite at the tiger's roar. Her fingertips burned, and she pointed them at her house, knowing nothing of what she would do.
The roof ignited.
Emberleigh watched the walls of the house burn to the floor. The thatched roof turned to ashes in seconds. It felt satisfying- being able to lash out blindly and destroy something. The flames sent flickers of light over the village, burning brightly in the darkness. Emberleigh felt its exhilaration echoing through her chest. 
Exhilaration. 
Her favorite emotion.
The fire began to eat at the scanty furniture in the house- the bed, the table, and…
"My guitar," Emberleigh whispered. She said it louder, tugging on the tiger's fur to get his attention. "My guitar! Please, let me get it."
The tiger turned his jade gaze on her and gave a slight nod.
Emberleigh ran into her burning home. A flame grazed her arm, but she felt no pain, only heat. She grabbed her guitar off its disintegrating stand and pulled its strap over her head, turning to run out of the house.
The fire surrounded her.
Emberleigh caught the tiger's eyes. He held her gaze reassuringly.
She put her hand through the fire, then drew it back. She wasn't burnt.
Emberleigh sprinted through the flames to the tiger's side, clutching at a tuft of his golden coat. He nuzzled her hair affectionately, the fire in his eyes dying.
Villagers began to poke their heads out of their homes, staring at the girl who had run through fire and hadn't been burnt, the humongous tiger, the dead boy, and the ashes of a house. Emberleigh knew that if she stayed, they would take her to the orphanage and the tiger to the zoo. She knelt and dropped a kiss on Logan's pale, lifeless cheek, saying goodbye for the last time, then got up, turning to the tiger.
Gently, he picked her up with his teeth, using her shirt collar to hold her. Emberleigh stifled a squeak as he tossed her onto his back, waiting for her to scramble onto his shoulder blades and grab handfuls of fur before bolting through the crowd, leaving a trail of flames in their wake.

"Well, drop items ..."



　Check the material and drop item obtained by defeating Devil Bear.



[Devil bear Red hair fur] ... Devil Bear's fur. Very resistant to fire and very warm, but with a subtle touch.



[Devil Bear's Meat]-Devil Bear Meat. Meat hardens when baked, but is very tender when stewed.



[Bad bear's blood]-Devil bear's blood. Sometimes used as a magic item, but can also be drunk as it is. The taste is refreshing, there is no iron odor, and it is used for soup broth. If you drink it, you can gain resistance to fire.



"Hey, blood ..."



　The drop item obtained was a large reddish fur, a lot of meat wrapped in mysterious grass, and a lot of blood packed in a large bottle.



"I'm not sure how much resistant to flames I get ... but if you can eat it, let's use it for cooking next time."



　Ordinarily, it may be annoying just because of blood, but I ate anything if I knew I could eat it. I have no money.

　After confirming the effect, throwing it into the item box turned his eyes on the rest.



"Monster core: A" ... Rank A. A special core that can be obtained from magical monsters.



"Fire Guitar" ... A rare drop item that can be obtained from Devil Bear. Playing with this guitar will make you feel uplifting and passionate. Once you can master it, you will be able to control the fire.



"Aside from magic stones, guitars ..."



　No, I was a little surprised at the rank of A.

　The level was high, and it used  magic, so I usually thought it was about S rank, but it was probably a higher level A rank monster. Same rank as Goblin General.

　If you think so, you can not imagine what kind of monster is a monster of S rank.



"Oh no. I don't understand this guitar better than magic stone ..."



　It seems like a rare drop item, but why a guitar?

　Like the rare drop item "Kurotsuki Necklace" when Hell Slime was defeated, accessories were better ...

　And I ... I've only used instruments like recorders and keyboard harmonica. I couldn't afford to touch other instruments for entertainment or hobby.

　It says that if you can master it, you can manipulate the flames ... It seems different from being able to use magic, and what is it?



"... Well, now I've got a little extra .... should I maybe buy a beginner guitar textbook at a bookstore and practice it?"



　I've never had a hobby before, but it might be a good idea to start something.

　When I thought so, a message suddenly appeared before my eyes.



"Level up"



"Oh, it's level up"



　After all, if you fight against elegance, the level will easily rise. That's very dangerous.

　I immediately showed my status.



[Yuu Tenjo]

Occupation: None

Level: 235

Magic: 5900

Attack power: 7900

Defense: 7900

Agility: 7900

Intelligence: 5400

Luck: 8400

BP: 200

Skills: ≪ Appraisal ≫≪ Patience ≫≪ Item box ≫≪ Language understanding ≫≪ Shin martial arts: 7 ≫≪ Precautionary reading ≫≪ Quick reading ≫≪ Cooking≫...

Title: Door Master, House Owner, From Another World, Person Who Visited Another World for the First Time



"Oh, two levels are up."



　Not only my own level, but also the level of "Shin Martial Arts" was rising. Good luck.

　For the time being, there aren't many BPs, so I gave my luck all the luck and the points making it reach 8,600.



"Okay, so I've come a little further?"



　After confirming everything, I went back into the forest again.



***



　When Yuu was exploring the forest, it was tough in the world's entertainment world.



"Hey, did you see that photo !?"

"I saw it! He's in the picture with Miwa-chan, right?"

"That man? Where's the office?"

"I don't understand that at all ..."



　At the office of Miwa, who took a photo together with Yuu at the shopping mall, it was a topic.

　The information network of the entertainment industry is not disdained, and men appearing with Miwa not only in Miwa's office but also in other offices ... In other words, stories about a good night are flying around.

　Even though only one day has passed since the shooting.

　Not only is the photograph of Miwa, a model that has begun to become a hot seller, but the light of the photographer who took it was also a very famous person in the entertainment world.



"Hey, find out about that boy!"

"Name is!?"

`` What is the scoutman doing ?! ''

"I will definitely catch you!"



　Various fashion-related offices were starting to work to scout the nights.

　However, when the office asked Miwa for the name of the night, she said that it was personal information and Miwa did not know it. The photographer's light is also a rare person who is not interested in such office ideas, and did not give a name of Yuu for the same reason as Miwa.

　As a result, the name of the night was never known to the office.

   Miwa and Hikari both acted as if they were thinking about Yuu, and Yuu didn't even dream that his own topic had come up.

　Also, I'm withdrawn at night.

　I would only go out when my daily necessities ran out or go to school, and it was difficult to encounter any more because my daily necessities had just been replenished during this time.

　At night, spending time in another world is more enjoyable than anything else, and unless you have a chance, you will not stop exploring the other world.

　――However, it was only a matter of time before he was known to the public.

Tenjou Yuuya has been a bullied boy since the past.

He lives in the home of his beloved grandfather while he goes to school. As usual, he receives a harsh bullying, and he takes an extended absence from school to have some time to heal his wounds.

While on this long time of absence, he takes the opportunity to clean his grandfather's house and goes to a room he never went before, where his grandfather keep many different objects that he gathered from his travels around the world. While he was arranging the objects, he found a door not on a wall among the objects.

Out of curiosity he opens this door, what he found on the other side was...

I'm only translating the original: https://kakuyomu.jp/works/1177354054882725960

Will

By the time we made it back to set most of the chaos had died down. Andrew was back, but he was still lurking in the corner, his eyes downcast but not as lost as when he'd first gotten to Seaside.
Alec and Demetri had started a bonfire down by the ocean.
All of us just followed, like we knew the fire was for us, like we were in need of the calm the heat would bring.
Even Andrew eventually ventured over after Jay said something.
Demetri had his ever-present guitar.
Alec had his.
And then Zane said something like, "Oh, look what I have here."
"Any other instruments we should know about?" I said casually.
"Don't!" Demetri waved his hands in the air. "Don't give him the perfect set up to take off his pants, not when he's finally wearing them."
Zane just shrugged.
I leaned back into the sand and closed my eyes for a few seconds.
Everything fell silent.
So I opened one eye and then another.
A guitar was being held over my head.
"Are you going to hit me with it?" I asked considering it was Andrew who was holding it.
"The thought occurred at least a dozen times," he admitted in a cold voice. "But it's a nice guitar, it would be a shame if it had to wear your ugly mug the rest of its life."
"Hah." Zane laughed. "I'm so glad we didn't kill you."
"Say what?" Ty choked.
Demetri groaned.
Slowly, I took the guitar from Andrew's outstretched hands and sat up.
I strummed a few chords.
Demetri followed.
And then Zane handed his guitar to Andrew.
He'd been the lead guitarist, while I was the lead singer; we both played, but he was always better. Always.
Andrew swallowed, biting down on his lower lip before he took the guitar and strummed along with us.
Ty grabbed his drumsticks and started pounding against a bucket.
And before we knew it.
We were having an impromptu jam session.
Jay jumped to his feet, ran like hell way from us, only to run back with a smaller camera. "Don't stop."
A few of the extra's stopped by and sat behind us.
And the filming began.
And to think, none of us had any lines.
Maybe we didn't need them.
Not when life had handed us enough words, enough living, that we did just that.
We lived.
Survived.
And let people watch us as we picked up from every last fall and kept walking.
"We have come so far..." I sang, "To ever stop, even when the road is dark-"
The fire roared to life in front of me.
I kept singing while the rest of the guys joined in.
And just like that.
We filmed the music video for the film.
One take.
And Jay looked ready to hand himself an academy award for music composition.
"So." Zane leaned forward. "About the Tour, Will."
My eyebrows shot up. "What about it?"
"I had this... idea." Zane's eyes flickered around the group. "Something epic, something big... a once in a lifetime show."
My eyes narrowed. "I'm listening."
"Adrenaline - the United Tour, featuring, AD2, and myself. We'll stop at only the major US Cities, Take a month off, then Berlin, London, Hong-Kong..."
I felt like I couldn't speak.
So, when Andrew said, "Maybe."
And both Ty and Trevor's eyes lit up.
I knew.
It was time.
I grabbed Ang's hand and nodded. "I'll make some calls."
"Oh, one more thing..." Zane grinned. "I want extra marshmallows added to my contract."
"You're a freak." I laughed.
"But I bring in the zillions, man, come on." Zane started taking off his pants.
Thankfully, Fallon was there to deter him with her mouth.
They started kissing.
"Families tour with us." I swallowed, locking eyes with all the guys. "None of this groupie bullshit."
Ty groaned.
"Unless you're single.
He perked back up.
Ang laid her head on my shoulder and sighed.
"What do you say?" I whispered, "Come on tour with me... again?"
"Hmmm." She grinned up at me, "On one condition."
"Anything."
"You sure about that?"


Rachel Van Dyken is the #1 New York Times Bestselling, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today bestselling author of over 80 books ranging from contemporary romance to paranormal. With over four million copies sold, she's been featured in Forbes, US Weekly, and USA Today. Her books have been translated in more than 15 countries. She was one of the first romance authors to have a Kindle in Motion book through Amazon publishing and continues to strive to be on the cutting edge of the reader experience. She keeps her home in the Pacific Northwest with her husband, adorable son, naked cat, and two dogs. For more information about her books and upcoming events, visit www.RachelVanDykenauthor.com

Welcome to Seaside Oregon, where star sightings are as common as Malibu. It's Hollywood's biggest known secret, the place where rockstars and actors alike go to get away from it all, only now that filming has started on what's said to be the newest blockbuster hit, it's getting harder and harder to get some privacy.

Capture: All Dani wants to do is survive the summer on set as Lincoln Green's newest assistant. The only problem? She's a selective mute and the guy won't stop talking or flirting.

Keep: Zane "Saint" Andrews is known for a lot of things, mainly his music and sexual appetites, when he stops in Seaside for a much-needed break, he latches onto Fallon, a girl he thinks could be his new muse. What happens when she finds out that the sexy superstar hasn't actually ever had sex?

Steal: Ex-boyband member Will just got assigned to represent his ex-girlfriend and ex-love Angelica Greene. Babysitting an actress that high maintenance wasn't part of the plan but he's her only hope, and when they start to blur the line between love and hate, they realize that maybe the past can't just stay there, not when there's so much left to explore in the present.


Hence, upon Sheng Yize's suggestion, they bought a chicken from Uncle Wang, who was even kind enough to kill it for them.
None of them had enjoyed their makeshift meals earlier, and everyone's eyes lit up desperately at the thought of a roast chicken. They promptly went off to fetch firewood and start a fire. Before long, the chicken was being roasted.
The production team didn't know whether to laugh or cry. That wasn't what they had in mind… 
When the chicken was almost ready, Sheng Yize sprinkled some hotpot seasoning on it. Someone else went to borrow some salt from Uncle Wang. Soon, the aromatic chicken dripping with grease was ready.
The chicken was immediately carved up by the ten people and Sheng Yize was quick enough to grab a chicken thigh for his wife.
An Xiaxia ate happily. "It's so delicious!"
Sheng Yize smiled as he enjoyed doting on his little woman.
He Jiayu and Su Xiaomo were discussing a much more "profound" subject.
"There's no garbage bin on the mountain. What are we going to do with the chicken bones?" He Jiayu frowned. "Shall we bag them and take them away with us?"
Littering would be bad for the environment.
Su Xiaomo grinned. "Don't worry. I know exactly where to leave them!"
With a swift flick of her wrist, she threw the bones in her hand into the chicken coop!
The chicken inside cackled and clucked loudly.
The corner of He Jiayu's mouth twitched. "… Why did you do that?"
Su Xiaomo looked rather regretful. "Wait, chickens don't eat chicken bones?"
The production team: How gory! That's cannibalism… Oh, no! All of a sudden, they felt so sorry for the chickens… 
Once their stomachs were filled, Xiaojiu smiled and announced, "Now we'll move on to the last segment: campfire party!"
Night seemed to arrive early in the mountains, and before long, it was dark outside.
The group gathered at the house of the village head, where a campfire had been lit. Local young women danced and the unsophisticated country folk hummed some folk song. Everyone then joined in, singing, dancing, drinking, and eating. It was a most boisterous scene.
Leaning on Sheng Yize shoulder, An Xiaxia said, "I think it isn't a bad idea to live here…"
Life was slow and stress-free; one could spend all their time loving one person.
Sheng Yize chuckled. "Forget it. You'd miss wifi and air-conditioning after two days."
"You're right…" An Xiaxia agreed with him. She then spotted a young villager, who was playing some tuneless song on a guitar.
"I recall that you can play the guitar." Sheng Yize turned his gaze on her. The reflection from the fire and stars flickered in his black pupils; it was a sight splendid beyond description.
An Xiaxia said, "Well, I can play a little, but not very well."
"It's ok. Can you play that song?" Sheng Yize said the name of a song.
An Xiaxia nodded. "I can."
Sheng Yize smiled, got to his feet, and went to talk to the villager, who handed him the guitar without hesitation.
Xiaojiu jeered, "Senior Sheng, are you going to perform for us?"
Everyone chimed in. "Play! Play!"
Sheng Yize smiled, which reminded one of a beautiful portrait. "Actually, my wife is going to play the guitar."
The crowd looked a little disappointed. He then added unhurriedly, "I'll sing."
"Wow —" There was a round of applause as everyone looked forward to it.
An Xiaxia tried the tune, looking a little shy. Maybe it was because of the heat from the fire, but she blushed slightly.
The soothing, wonderful prelude rang out and everyone quieted down.
Sheng Yize cleared his throat, then began to sing in his deep, mesmerizing voice.
It was a classic love song, called "At Least I Have You."
An Xiaxia's cheeks turned pinker.


As an anti-fan of the idol group, Starry Night, An Xiaxia is happy to spend her time online slandering lead singer Sheng Yize. 

But things take an unexpected turn when An Xiaxia starts high school - the Starry Night trio somehow becomes her classmates, and even end up moving into her house. 

Also, the nation’s idol Sheng Yize seems particularly interested in An Xiaxia for some reason...

Sheng Yize: Xiaxia, if I and a chicken wing fall into the water together, which one will you save?

An Xiaxia: Hm… I can't swim, so obviously you're going to save yourself and get my chicken wing out!

Sheng Yize: I thought I was the nation’s idol???

Chu Qing looked at the acoustic guitar hanging on the wall. It was ridiculous to say that this guitar was still a birthday gift from Cui Qiqi.
Chu Qing took down the guitar and adjusted the pitch.
Duan Peng on the side put the beer under the coffee table, and then went to the kitchen to take a few plates for cooked food.
When he was busy with his work, Chu Qing was still playing the guitar and said, "Hurry up and eat. I asked the boss to heat up the cooked food downstairs, and it smells good."
Chu Qing gave a hum, smiled, picked up a can of beer, and opened the pull ring and said, "Let's go one first!"
Duan Peng also picked up a can of beer and did not speak after pulling it open. He drank half of the can, and then took a bite of pig ears with a pleasant expression on his face.
Chu Qing also drank most of the can and said, "If you don't stay in shape today, what kind of vegetables and chicken breasts are you eating?"
Duan Peng smiled and said, "Occasionally, it's okay to indulge in a meal! Qingzi, what do you plan to do next?"
Chu Qing smiled and said, "I wrote a song, listen to it later?"
"Then the feeling is good! I would love to listen to the song the most! Come, have a taste of this pig's ear, it's delicious!"
The two brothers ate, drank, and laughed.
Chu Qing's drinker is average, and she blushes when she drinks some wine.
In Duan Peng's words, some people drank alcohol and got rid of the kidneys, and some people drank alcohol and got rid of the liver, and Chu Qing was very good.
After two bottles of beer, although he didn't feel how well, his face was already red.
Both of them were young men in their twenties. When they were able to eat, the cooked food was almost eaten without much dripping. Fortunately, there was still a lot of wine.
After drinking it to the top of his head, Duan Peng smiled and said: "Don't you want to sing? Come on!
Chu Qing's face was a little drunk, and he held the guitar and said, "You took me a little more handsome and sad."
Duan Peng gestured an OK gesture and said: "Don't think I am a professional performer, but I actually have a set of cameras!"
Duan Peng naturally knew why he wanted to shoot a bit sad.
Chu Qing walked to the balcony, yes, I didn't expect it, the 20-meter small apartment could still have a balcony!
Pushing open the glass door of the balcony, Chu Qing moved a chair and sat beside the glass door.
The lights are still dim outside the window, the sound of engines, and the sound of pedestrian conversations, composing a picture of red dust in the world.
Chu Qing hugged the guitar and gently waved the strings twice.
After Duan Peng hiccups, he took out his mobile phone and made an OK gesture to Chu Qing.
Chu Qing didn't care whether it disturbed the people or not, so he adjusted his emotions and sang directly.
"He promised you too much"
"It's still not enough what I originally gave"
"You always have thousands of reasons"
"I have always followed your feelings"
Here, Chu Qing made a small modification, changing the original
With just one word modification, the artistic conception of the lyrics of the whole sentence becomes different.
It sounds more in line with Chu Qing's experience, and it's more like a song he can write in this state of mind.
"Make you crazy and let you indulge"
"I thought you would be moved someday"
"I pretended to be indifferent about the rumors"
Chu Qing's voice trembled a bit, most of which were deliberately pretended, but there was also a trace of emotion that was true.
Some things can't really be erased with time.
Chu Qing began to give himself psychological hints, and with the help of alcohol, his emotions rose quickly.
Years of sales experience in the previous life allows him to control his emotions well, and crying and laughing can be seamlessly connected!
With a little control at this moment, tears have already rolled in his eyes.
Chu Qing raised his head slightly, as if she didn't want to let the tears flow down.
"Until all dreams are broken"
"I saw your tears and regret"
"I want to give you another chance"
"I want to ask who you really love"
In the end, the two words who love, poured too much emotion into Chu Qing! Not to mention others, it is said that the recorded hands of Duan Peng trembled.
At this moment, he suddenly couldn't tell which Chu Qing was acting. Does he really care, or pretend not to care?
He said that these are all acting, isn't that acting too real?
Duan Peng is from the acting department. He has learned countless acting knowledge and skills, but he thinks he can't act as natural as Chu Qing.
Is this really acting? Or, it is the real him who is bursting into tears, and that Chu Qing, who was smiling before, is the one who deliberately performed.
"Since love is hard to tell right from wrong"
"Don't escape and face bravely"
"Gave his heart"
"Can you get it back"
After hearing Chu Qing's voice drop, Duan Peng knew that this was about to enter the chorus part.
It's as if a boxer will accumulate energy before throwing a heavy punch, so it's the same with singing.
"How can I bear to blame you for making a mistake"
"I gave you freedom over the fire"
"Make you more lonely"
"Just to fall into the emotional vortex"
When the chorus sounded, Duan Peng's nose was sour.
I don't know if it was because of the stimulation of alcohol, he found that he seemed a lot of sentimentality tonight.
Hearing that sentence, how can I bear to blame you for making a mistake, I gave you freedom and went too far, and he suddenly understood the meaning of the previous short video recording! It turned out to be foreshadowing before, this is the ultimate move!
"How can I bear to make you suffer?"
"I gave you freedom over the fire"
"If you want to fly"
"It hurts my back"
When the second chorus sounded, Duan Peng fell into confusion again.
Looking at Chu Qing with red eyes and tears falling, Duan Peng didn't know if he was really acting or confiding his true feelings with the excuse of acting.
The two of them were little brothers who grew up bare-ass, but at this moment he felt that he didn't know Chu Qing enough.
"Actually, I don't have many requests"
"I hope you think about me in my situation"
"You guys are very happy"
"Don't overdo it without hiding it"
When he waited for the second chorus, Chu Qing directly switched to the Cantonese version of "Over Fire" lyrics.
Although sung in Mandarin is a bit bad, the artistic conception has not changed much.
Moreover, there is a sense of'substitution'!
"Actually, I don't have many requests"
"Try to empathize with me based on my situation"
"Are you tired?"
"Don't want to be clear"
When the last note was finished, Chu Qing sat on the stool blankly, holding a miscellaneous guitar, just looking at the scenery outside the window.
Busy cars outside the window, a world of fireworks.
The lights in the house are dim, as if guarding three inches of desolation.
Duan Peng looked at the camera. Because of the angle of Chu Qing sitting, he always shot Chu Qing's profile.
He couldn't see Chu Qing's expression at the moment, but he could see his tears.
After ten seconds of silence, Chu Qing got up, yawned and said, "How is it, is the recording finished?"
"Recorded, finished recording"
Duan Peng still couldn't accept Chu Qing's change for a while. The last second seemed to be sad, and his girlfriend cheated. How could he lose his heart in the next second?
Chu Qing smiled and took Duan Peng's mobile phone and said, "Then cut it out and post it with my account this time. It's time for me to attract a wave of fans. Maybe you guys can become a big influencer."
Looking at Chu Qing's smile, Duan Peng fell into doubt again.
Chu Qing, which one is the real you?

Chu Qing was reborn and returned to the graduation party. This time, I will not be led by your dog men and women again.

Daily releases: 2 chapters



 Thursday evening was the lobster boil on the beach. Normally, Bree would be excited to attend, but under the circumstances, she didn’t want to go. Sure, it might be fun to eat lobster and corn on the cob, amongst other things, beneath the moon and stars and listen to the waves lap against the shore. But Hank’s words had played over and over again in her mind all day, so by the time she was supposed to be heading to the beach, she was sitting on the couch in her room instead, staring out the window at the descending sun, wondering what she should do. 

 Her phone rang, and she glanced down to see it was Lilly. She was probably calling from the beach, asking where she was. Not that it was like Lilly to notice when she wasn’t around that week, but in fairness, she had been unbelievably busy trying to make sure Monica had everything she needed. 

 “Hello?” 

 “Hey. Have you left your room yet?” 

 “Not yet,” she admitted, looking around as if she wasn’t sure if that were true or not. “What’s up?” 

 “I was just thinking, maybe you could bring your guitar. It might be nice to sit around the fire and sing some songs.” 

 “Oh.” Bree wasn’t sure what to say to that. It hadn’t crossed her mind that anyone would want her to do that. “I guess I can.” She’d brought her favorite guitar, the one her grandmother had given her when she was younger. She hoped nothing happened to it. Thoughts of getting sand in it, or someone stepping on it, or Monica losing her shit and throwing it into the fire all made her shake. 

 “Awesome. You should come on out. The boil’s on, and a lot of the guys are playing football. Dwayne’s asking about you.” 

 She made that last comment in a sing-song voice, and Bree felt herself blushing. Dwayne was hot, and he’d been paying a lot of attention to her since the volleyball game, but she wasn’t really interested in him. If she messed around with Dwayne it would only be because she couldn’t have Trent, and that wasn’t fair to anyone. That didn’t make her cheeks any less red. 

 “I’ll be there soon.” They hung up, and Bree decided it was time to get herself up off of the couch. 

 Taking her guitar case from the closet, she headed out, hoping everything went better tonight than it had at any of their other recent get togethers. 

 She followed the sound of laughter down the beach, not certain she was headed in the right direction until she saw Monica’s statuesque form outlined against the fading sun. There were lots of groups of people partying on the beach, but Monica stood out for certain, even amongst her gorgeous friends. It was no wonder Trent had decided to go ahead and marry her. Who wouldn’t want to marry a woman who looked like that? 

 The voice in the back of her head whispered, “Trent wouldn’t. She’s shallow. And mean. And nasty. And she’s not you.” But that was just hope speaking, and it’s voice was a whisper because it was about to fade away forever. 

 Hank spotted her first, and she saw the look of relief wash across his face as she arrived. Staff from the resort was working on the food. Plenty of tables were set up, and a few guests were sitting at them drinking while others were playing catch with the football or sitting on blankets in the sand, drinks in their hands. She saw Trent, going long for a pass thrown by Dwayne, and tried not to stare at him. 

 God, he was a magnificent specimen of a man. So perfectly sculpted, so handsome, so… nice. Could he actually marry Monica and be happy? She didn’t think so. Maybe she would be doing him a favor by convincing him to break up with her--if she could even do that. 

 Sitting by the small fire, sipping a beer, Hank looked morose. She still hadn’t quite figured out why he was so upset about this entire situation. His posture reminded her of that night at Christy’s party when he’d been upset that that girl wouldn’t date him. What was her name? 

 He looked up at her then, and she pictured what he’d said about her, how upset he’d been that she wouldn’t do anything but sleep with him. And then it hit her. Like a monsoon wave crashing into her stomach, Bree almost dropped her guitar as she thought back years into their past. Could it really be? Had he been talking about who she now thought he’d been talking about? It had to be her! He’d been upset about a beautiful woman who was ashamed of him--a beautiful woman he called Mon.

Bree remembers the time in high school when Trent almost kissed her. Now, years later, she's still thinking about what could've been. She graduates from college and becomes a successful musician, but when she's hired to sing at a wedding, she has no idea what she's walking into.
Trent fell in love with Bree when they were just kids, but the timing was never right. So... he's with someone else, and he loves her. But when Bree is hired to sing at his wedding, all of those old feelings come back. How can he break off what he has with his fiancee for what might be with Bree?

When Kei heard what Jiro said, he responded "no way, it is going with me"

At this moment it became a stare off between the two.

"We have been like this for over an hour. Just let go and let me have it already" said Jiro with an annoyed expression on her face

"Nope, not happening" said Kei not willing to let go of the guitar 

This stale mate lasted another twenty minutes. Until Kei finally came up with an idea.

"Since we cannot agree on who should take the guitar. Then how about we compete for it" said Kei with a confident look on his face

"What are we competing in" said Jiro with a competitive look in her eyes

"How about we play an original song on the guitar and who ever played best keeps it" said Kei with a smile on his face

"Who is going to be the judge" said Jiro with a questioning tone

"Why not ask the workers to help us pick the best song" said Kei 

"Alright then, let the best song win" said Jiro with absolute confidence in her victory 

When Kei let the employees of the store know what they were up to. They immediately agreed, since the day had been slow and they had little to do.

As Kei saw Jiro look so confident. He could not help but feel bad, after all he had a decade and a half of experience. While she, a ten year old, only had five years at best. 

Not to mention he could plagiarize any song that does not exist in this world. All in all, this was a one sided battle.

'Maybe I should just play one of my original songs instead' thought Kei as he felt like he was bullying Jiro 

'Yeah, I will use one of my songs. I mean how good could she be at this age anyway' thought Kei with confidence starting to brighten his eyes

Since the employees had all gathered up, Jiro decided to go first.

"Alright, since I'm first I will give it all I got" said Jiro as she prepared to play her song

When Kei and the employees heard Jiro say that. They all became silent so they could focus on her song.

Kei who had full confidence up until now. Had it shattered in the blink of an eye.

'How the hell is she this good, she is only ten years old and is already this good' thought Kei as he heard Jiro play her song.

It was not only Kei who thought that. Even the employees were impressed by her song.

As time went by, Jiro finished her song with a happy look on her face.

"Alright, it is your turn now" said Jiro with a refreshing smile on her face

When Kei heard that, the only thing going through his mind was 'yup, I am going to plagiarize. Yeah, I'm doing it, there is no other way' 

As Kei made his way in front of the people, he started to think of which song he should use as his own. 

Once he got in front of everyone, he started to play. When everyone heard the song, they were so shocked that they had no words to say.

When Jiro heard the song Kei was playing, she knew she had lost.

When Kei finished his song, all he could see were the shocked stares aimed at him. 

'I guess I did the song justice' thought Kei as he made his way towards Jiro 

When Jiro saw Kei coming towards her. She could only sigh, as she was recalling how good the song Kei had just played was.

Just as Jiro was going to tell Kei that he had won. Kei who was now in front of her, handed the guitar over to her.

When Jiro saw the guitar in her hands, she was confused. It was only until Kei spoke that she understood that Kei was giving her the guitar.

"You can have the guitar, I will just go look for another one that I like" said Kei with a smile

Although Kei won. He did not feel good about it. The reason being that he had to use someone else's song to win. 

'If I cant win with a song that was made by me, then there is no point in winning' thought Kei as he gave the guitar to Jiro

"Thank you" said Jiro 

"Your welcome, by the way, my name is Naomasa Kei" said Kei in a friendly tone

"Jiro Kyoka" said Jiro while smiling 

"It is nice to meet you, Jiro" said Kei 

"It is nice to meet you too" responded Jiro

Now that the competition was over. Kei and Jiro started to talk about all kinds of different things. By the time they finished talking they realized it was getting late.

Before Jiro left, Kei asked Jiro if they could hang out again and play some music together. 

When Jiro heard that Kei wanted to hang out again with her. She was happy knowing Kei wanted to play some music together. 

The two then exchanged numbers and quickly said their goodbyes since it was starting to get late.

As Kei was making his way home he decided that he would go to a few other music stores tomorrow and see if he could find another guitar that he would like.
——————————————————————-

The next day Kei woke up early and had breakfast. Once he finished eating, he made his way out the front door.

'Today is the day that I get my guitar' thought Kei as he headed to a different music shop

Once Kei got there he once again headed to the section where the guitars were displayed. Sadly he did not find one he liked.

Since he found nothing that he liked, he made his way to another store.

After going to the third store. Kei still had no luck finding a guitar to his liking. As he left the store Kei could not help thinking 'why am I being so picky?' 

As Kei continued to walk, the thought he had kept plaguing him. Suddenly he saw man doing fire spinning on the street. 

When the fire spinner finished his routine, Kei went to approach him. 

Once Kei was in front of him, he put some money in the collection bin.

Kei then spoke to the man "that was a great routine you did, does your quirk aid you in the routine"

"Actually it does not, but between you and me, I do not have a quirk" whispered the man

Kei was surprised that the man did not have a quirk. He had a costume that resembled that of a hero.

Before Kei could ask the question he had been thinking. The man seemed to know what he was going to ask and said " it was my dream to be a hero. This is the outfit I would have worn if I had been gifted with a quirk. Unfortunately I was the only one in my family that was not blessed with a quirk"

When Kei heard that, he could not help think of the one man that could take quirks from people.

"What part of Japan are your family from?. Not to be rude, but you do not see many people with physical characteristics like yours" asked Kei 

"Oh, I am not a native of Japan. My home land is a country south of the Chinese border" said the man while happily smiling

Kei and the man kept chatting for a while, until Kei remembered what he had come out for.

When Kei remembered he was looking to buy a guitar he said "it was nice chatting with you, but I have to go. I have been looking all day for a guitar that suits my style, but sadly I've had no luck so far"

When the man heard what Kei was looking for he said to Kei "I am not sure if you have gone to it, but if you are looking for a guitar, try going to Immortal Legends shop. The owner used to be a world renowned pianist, but her real passion was in rock music"

"Thank you the suggestion, my is Naomasa Kei by the way" said Kei to the man with a deep sense of gratitude 

"Don't mention it, my name is Thánh Gióng" said the man

"Alright I have to be going. If fate allows it we will meet again" said the man to Kei as he started walking away

When Kei saw the man start walking away, he immediately started walking towards the shop the man had mentioned to him.
——————————————————————-

Kei finally arrived to Immortal Legends shop. Just as he was going to go in the store, he saw a sign below the open sign that said 'this is not a shop of historic heroes'.

When Kei read the sign he thought 'huh, I guess a lot of people must have come in for that' as he went into store.

When Kei entered the store he saw largest collection of guitars and guitar memorabilia he had ever seen in both his past and current life.

Just as he was mesmerized by the sight, he heard someone say "hey boy, are you here to buy something or are you going to keep staring around like an idiot"

When Kei heard what the woman said, he responded in an embarrassed tone "I am here looking to buy. I was referred here by someone I met a bit ago. He said you were world renowned musician"

"Oh, they even mentioned that" said the woman 

When Kei heard her confirm what the man said was true, he asked "what kind of musician were you?"

"A pianist" she said in a monotone voice with what looked like distain in her eyes

When Kei heard her answer, he could not help but say "from the looks of this place, I thought you would have been a guitarist"

The woman then said with disdain in her voice "I would have been but these accursed fingers were meant for the damn piano rather than the  wondrous strings of the guitar"

When Kei heard the woman say that, he decided to quickly change the topic "so anyway, I came to find a guitar that suits my taste. I was hoping you have one for me to buy"

The woman then said " what do I look like, a damn tour guide. You have perfectly functioning eyes and legs, go look for yourself and let me know if you see something you like"

When Kei heard her say that, he started around to see if any guitar caught his eye.
 
After looking around a guitar that somewhat interested him. He picked it up and started playing the song he used to beat Jiro in the contest they had.

When he finished the song, the woman said "so your the brat, who created that wonderful song"

When Kei heard the woman say she recognized the song, he asked "how do you know this song?"

The woman then took out her phone and showed him a recording of the competition he had with Jiro.

When Kei saw the video he thought 'of course, if they did that in my previous world. They would obviously do it here too'

"So tell me what is the name of the song?" Asked the woman with a look that showed how curious she was to hear the title of the song

"The name of the song is called [Yesterday]" said Kei with a look of embarrassment

"That is a pretty good name" said woman before continuing "I have a few unique guitars in the back. Follow me, let's see if one fits your style, that is if you are interested"

Kei who had not found a guitar that suited him, followed the woman to back. There he saw an assortment of guitars. Kei tried them one by one until he finally found one he liked.

"How much for this one?" Asked Kei 

"You have a good eye, what is it that caught interest in that guitar?" Asked the woman clearly interested in hearing his answer 

"Not sure, just the weight and the balance to it" responded Kei 

When the woman heard keis answer, she was silent for a while before she said "play me a song with that guitar, just not the one you played before"

When Kei heard what she said he started playing a different song.

Once Kei finished the song the woman said "that was brilliant, but that is not a cheap guitar. How much were you planning on spending?"

Kei then told her how much he had to spend on the guitar. The woman stared off into space with contemplative look on her face.

The woman then said "we can consider it a down payment" she then continued "as for the rest of the payment. Come here and play some of your original songs every other week and on some select holidays until you pay it off"

When Kei heard he could keep the guitar for just playing a few songs he agreed immediately. He then thanked the woman and went back home.

As he was making his way back home, he could not help think of how lucky he was to meet the man that recommended the shop to him.

“I died” 

Those were the first words Yamamoto Kei said to himself, thinking he was alone in the endless darkness of the void.

Little did he know that he wasn’t alone. For a system was there with him, to present him with a gift and a new world he can call home.

Note: this is not a novel where the MC will reincarnate and magically get god level acting skills or BS his way out of any situation. This novel is about an MC who is training constantly to reach his goals in the world he is now living in.

fire guitar novel

wrong

Knights Multiverse

World Star System

gjuytdfxn

Having acquired a cheat abilitie , I became unrivaled

Seaside Pictures

The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

Black Lotus Male: I really didn't want to be green tea

Meant to Marry Me

Reincarnated in my Hero Academia

People search fire guitar also like: