Angel, Christine, Sandra dan Adel adalah 4 sahabat yang memutuskan untuk tinggal bersama sejak 3 tahun yang lalu. Awalnya kehidupan mereka berjalan begitu tenang, tidak ada hal-hal 'istimewa' yang terjadi pada kehidupan mereka selama 3 tahun tersebut. Hingga pada akhirnya, mereka ber-4 dipertemukan oleh takdir yang mengerikan. Fakta bahwa mereka ber-reinkarnasi dan harus menebus kesalahan mereka di masa lalu mengharuskan mereka untuk berkorban dan mencari jawaban akan kutukan dari kehidupan mereka.

Akankah mereka semua selamat?

I'm bored and waiting for new chapters of some stories and I'm a 19yr old neet with no job and nothing to do atm other than sleep and read so ye imma try to write whatever comes to mind but the general idea is dude dies meets god gets reborn super op and does stuff suggestions welcome as well he'll have a system but it will just have his status and progress

Yu Mei is a recently deceased soul given the option to either move onto the afterlife or participate as a Wish Granter, souls who complete the wishes of their clients for a chance at reincarnation after they've fulfilled enough stories.

The afterlife will always be a subject of human fascination. We all wonder what happens when we die. Stories of reincarnation give believers hope that their consciousness continues after death, but sometimes leave skeptics rolling their eyes. Some reincarnation stories, however, are not so easy to dismiss. When past-life memories come with unnerving precision, even the most hardened skeptics may become believers. 
In these potentially true reincarnation tales, individuals are able to recall intricate, eerie memories of lives they never lived. Their stories are rich with details that seem too exact to be drawn from imagination alone. People who have been reincarnated may remember information that is later verified, such as former addresses, old family members, and deadly accidents. 
While some past life recollections can be easily dismissed, these stories are rich with haunting details that defy logical explanations. Such chronicles will leave even staunch skeptics wondering, "Is reincarnation real?"
In 2009, at the age of four, Ryan Hammons began waking up, clutching his chest, and screaming about how his heart exploded in Hollywood. His mother, Cyndi, became intrigued when Ryan revealed more details from a former life. He insisted he once lived in a house in Hollywood on a street with the name "Rock" in it where he had three sons and a friend named "Senator Fives."
One day, Cyndi was going through a book featuring photos from old Hollywood. Ryan peeked over her shoulder and excitedly identified one man as George and another as himself. Cyndi contacted a psychiatrist from UVA Medical Center who conducts research on reincarnation. The psychiatrist verified the man in the photo was a film star named George Raft and the other man was Martin Martyn, who died in 1964. Upon contacting Martyn's daughter, she confirmed Martyn was a Hollywood agent, lived on North Roxbury Drive, had three sons, and once met with New York Senator Irving Ives. 
After meeting with Martyn's daughter, Ryan lost interest in his Hollywood memories. He was standoffish at the meeting and told his mother afterward his daughter's energy had changed. The psychiatrist's explanation? Upon seeing people from their past have moved on, reincarnated children gain closure and forget their former existences. 
 
Another story:
At first, Erica Ruehlman laughed off her five-year-old son Luke's odd tendency to call toys and objects "Pam." She was also unconcerned by his comments about having once been a girl. He would say he had black hair when he was a girl, or that he wore the same earrings as his mom when he was a girl. Out of curiosity, Erica eventually asked Luke who Pam was.
"I was," he said, "Well, I used to be, but I died and I went up to heaven. I saw God and then, eventually, God pushed me back down and when I woke up I was a baby and you named me Luke."
After pressing him for more details, Luke told his mother he lived in Chicago, took the train a lot, and died in a fire. After mentioning his death, Luke made a hand motion indicating someone jumping out a window. When Erica punched the information into a search engine, she discovered a news story about a fire in the Paxton Hotel in Chicago. In March of 1993, 19 people died in a fire at the building and a woman, Pam Robinson, perished when she jumped out a window. 
Erica couldn't explain how Luke would have known about a fire in Chicago. He had never been to the city, and she never discussed it with him. While the haunting story of Pam Robinson could be a coincidence, it was enough to make Erica believe.

Another story:
John and Florence Pollock were devastated when their twin daughters, Joanna and Jacqueline, died in a car accident on May 5, 1957. The following year, they were thrilled to hear they were expecting and, once again, Florence was carrying twins. The twins, Gillian and Jennifer, were born identical except for Jennifer's birthmarks. She had a birthmark on her waist, similar to a birthmark Jacqueline had, and a birthmark on her forehead that resembled one of Jacqueline's scars.
John and Florence moved away from their old home when their daughters were three months old. John and Florence told Gillian and Jennifer very little about their late sisters, but the girls seemed to share Joanna and Jacqueline's memories. They would request old toys that had belonged to the deceased twins, recognized landmarks when traveling to their parents' former home, and were inexplicably terrified of cars. Upon seeing oncoming traffic, they would shriek, "The car is coming to get us!"
Luckily, by the age of five, these frightening memories mostly faded away. The girls went on to live relatively normal adult lives. However, their story is still frequently cited as evidence of reincarnation.

DISCLAIMER: I am veing particular with regards to english translated online novels.

I would not claim to be an avid reader, heck I just started my reading career, again for lack of a better word, like a few years prior. And to be honest I never liked having to go through pages and pages of what only seems to be plain letters on a page.

But, I am not sure if I have said it before, but these online novels just drew me to them like a moth to the flame. There is just a certain kind of charm in reading the stories written by people on the internet. I do not know what the reason is nor what the reason is for, but I just could not help myself.

At first most of my reading time was spent on stories about protagonists living in their world, trying to survive and succeed in that dog-eat-dog world where they and other characters inhabit. That was at the beginning.

But as I continued to dive into the community of internet storytellers and storytelling, I guess it was inevitable, I encountered stories of a different sort. The sort which had, to me, a different trajectory with how it present itself, a new flavor in storytelling per se. And might I add it was a flavor that I could never get enough of, and that until today if you somehow offered me a story with that sort of premise, you might actually have my ears to listen. From the title itself I am pretty sure you already know what it is.

I do not know why it was, what it is about, finding ones' self in another world that I find truly compelling. It usually involves, as you know, the protagonist finding his or herself  in another world and having to navigate through that world and ultimately finding renewed purpose in life and by virtue of this renewed purpose, for the most part, his or her success. Not only as a character but also an individual. Whatever that success may be.

There many methods, storytelling-wise, to achieve this desired premise. Though for the most part it usually revolves around two big ones. Reincarnation and Transmigration.

As you know reincarnation is the phenomenon where you die and then you inhabit the body of another, and I mean to say another is in, it could you were human once then you become a fly. The idea itself is rooted in Hinduism and Buddhism, largely. Whose definition, in terms of online novels has been broadened to include if you were human in this world, then you die and become a fly in the next one.

Transmigration is the different sort where you do not have to undergo the process of experiencing the death of your current physical self, as is typical of reincarnation, to end up in the other world.

But I will have to put in a disclaimer here, that from what I surmise, it seems the terms could be used interchangeably. And why is that? Well, because of the nature of self in these stories. I am not going to go in deep into philosophical implications or what not but here is not the thing, remember what I said about reincarnation where you, a human die and then become a fly in your next life. Well transmigration, also, does not exempt you from ultimately having to inhabit a different body, or perhaps a transformed one, in the 'other world'. And that is not to talk about the soul, and memory, which is something I would like to talk about another time.

So what is so compelling about stories like these that drew me to it? Well I did say that I do not know, right? But perhaps I do, deep down I do, and I just did not acknowledge it. Others may do and may have had an acknowledgement, others may not.

I think that it is perhaps the reflection of a dream, a wish, a longing for perhaps a redo, a remake, a starting over, if one could put it that way. That perhaps somehow, one can truly achieve the happiness he or she desires. That in the world we live in today where the very definition of what success, purpose, and happiness should be and look like continues to become narrower and narrower, perhaps, we can have hope to strive for something more meaningful, something more worth our while. To redefine what is possible and what it means to find purpose, to be successful, and ultimately what it means to be happy.

What do you think? I would like to know your thought in the comments. Until then, peace.


Under the midnight moonlights a couple could be seen sitting on the sandy beach. There was also a baby in the arms of the woman.

Looking closely. The two adults were a black man and a white woman. Both looked unordinary.

While they had assumed human form and while that may also be their real appearance, it was the twinkle in their eyes that set them apart from the rest of the world.

The man said, " Who would have thought that this day would come..."

The woman said, " What day?"

The man answered, " The day that us two gods could have a son. I never thought that such a thing was possible. I never thought I would have children in my life. With another God, no less.

The woman said "We may be from different races. But our powers comes under the same alignment. We are both...Trickster gods after all."

The man said, "It's peculiar though... with us being Trickster gods and all. So...Who tricked whom? Don't tell me it's me. You were the first person in my life I never thought of tricking. Because I loved you then and I still am crazily in love with you now."

Unbeknownst to the man, the woman then bit her lip at those words.

She then asked him, "Dear Anansi, you know, you never told me how your powers work exactly...you're only a Trickster God, how come you can seal any god from any pantheon in your book and then gain their respective powers to the point of using them better than they were used in their owner's hands?"

The Trickster God, Anansi, then replied after some time, " We've been together for a long time, so I suppose you should know now." He paused for a moment and then sighed, he continued, "You see, this power once belonged to the Sky God, my father, Nyame, of my late Pantheon...but he didn't use it the way I use it. You see, while he sought to hoard the world's best stories for himself, I sought to steal and spread them. In my rebellious youth, I discovered that while I was driven by the drive of tricking people and gods alike, it wasn't as fulfilling as it should have been. I got nothing out of it other than the sheer satisfaction of winning over a little squabble. I wanted more and my greed made me turn my sight on the Sky God and his monopoly over all stories. At that time, I thought that even the story of my entire life was in his hands, I thought I was nothing but a puppet with an already predestined future. When I asked my father to relinquish all the stories to me, he gave me four trials, which I successfully completed. When he finally gave me dominion over all the stories, him who was dubbed 'the one who sees everything' thought that I was freeing the stories from him and giving it back to the world so the people could gain wisdom. The people did gain wisdom and it happened by accident. By gaining wisdom, they started questioning the existence of the gods and started relying on themselves. They...evolved. It didn't take long for the Gods to be forgotten from the collective memory and it continued until my father, the Sky God, the creation god himself was forgotten. It was in his last moment that he realized that if he still had the power over stories he would still be alive, but it was too late and I was the last one left standing. I then became the keeper of lost stories and the lost stories became part of me...part of my power. I thought it better to keep the stories inside a medium...a book...instead of having them branded on my skin."

It was a lengthy explanation, but it was enough for his wife to understand everything.

It dawned on her that she never had any secrets that she could hide from him. Perhaps, she was thinking to much...perhaps his powers weren't that perverse.

She then mustered the strength to ask, "Did you know who I was, the first time that we met?"

Anansi then closed his eyes for a moment and then said with a hint of melancholy, "Your real name is...Loki. isn't it?"

The woman handed him his sleeping son as she shakily said, "So you already knew everything. Your powers are scary. You can see the story of anything that you lay your eyes on."

"This means that my mission was a success as well as a failure." She said with a self deprecating smile.

She looked at him in the eyes and then said, "...and still you ...loved me."

Anansi, still looking at her eyes, said, " ...but you never loved me."

"No." She said.

"Now that your mission is over, are you going to return to report to Odin, your adoptive father?" Anansi asked.

She nodded.

She looked at her sleeping son in Anansi's hands for the last time, before she looked at the sky, mumbled something and then the bifrost took her in an explosion of colorful lights.

As the bifrost disappeared, a huge explosion was heard as the dome that had protected the beach was smashed into smithereens.

The huge noise woke up the baby as it looked around curiously instead of crying or being afraid as a normal baby would have been.

Anansi stood up while holding the baby. He had an eternal smile on his face.

Anansi said, "Ô Olorun the Almighty, don't you know it's good manners to knock before you enter? Not only did you let yourself in uninvited, you even woke up my son."

A booming voice then answered, "Knocking before I entered?...THIS IS MY DIVINE KINGDOM, FOOL."

Before long, a majestic scintillating black man could be seen hovering in the sky surrounded by a dozen other black men and women.

Anansi gave a loud whistle as he said looking at his son and pointing at the newly arrived, "Little Junior. Look at the welcoming committee. He brought his sons and daughters, the entire Pantheon of this Divine Kingdom."

Olorun looked at the man and baby with bulging veins on his tattooed forehead. He was so angry that his bald head appeared even more shiny because of the rising temperature of his body. He had been on the lookout, trying to find out when this god synonymous of death, Anansi, would enter his Divine Kingdom. He had been preparing for a fight he knew he could not win. If the bifrost hadn't pierced through his Divine Kingdom and showed him this location, he would never had known where Anansi was hiding.

Olorun the Almighty was the strongest God of the Black Pantheons. The reason being, he was a creation God who was born thrice at the same time. He had two other incarnations of himself...and they could become one at a moment's notice and the increase in power wasn't as simple as being threefold.

Despite all that power, Olorun knew that he could do nothing against being stripped of his existence in the memories of the people he created.

Above the Divine Kingdom, in the void, a silhouette could be seen stealthily spectating on the fight. It was none other than Chronos, Jata Akil's son.

Chronos then thought, "It took me so long to locate father's current reincarnation between multiple timelines and universes. I almost went crazy trying to find this one. It's all good now. My plan will rely on this particular reincarnation. I've never even heard of a Trickster Domain before now and earth has more than two of them in different Pantheons. That's earth for you, no matter what timeline I visit, I always learn something new."

Back to the fight below.

Olorun's children had all died. Little tendrils of text could be seen squirming on Anansi's body and then his skin would detach itself from the body to make a page that would go in a strange black book. 

Every person Anansi touched, the person's story would be printed on his body and then turned into a page that could be stored in his book.

Olorun then fused with his two incarnations.

He roared and his Divine Kingdom seemed to be on the verge of collapsing because the power he had always kept repressed was now unleashed in one go.

Anansi just looked at him roaring his lungs out and imagined if he would be the same after he stole that power.

Olorun then said, "It's over for you now." In the next second, he appeared next to Anansi and punched out with all his power.

Anansi looked at him as if he was looking at an idiot, "This moron hasn't figured out how my power works yet...well, this will be easier than expected. The most powerful God of the Black Pantheons defeated by the same punch he launched. Hehehe"

The punch connected and then Olorun started dissipating on the spot.

"Ho...how?" He asked, completely overtaken by the events.

"You must be stupid to have not realized that I only need to touch someone to steal his powers. I killed so many of your children and you were too angry to pay attention. You had a chance, but you blew it. You can only blame yourself."

Criss crossing letters appeared on Anansi's skin. Olorun's entire story was written there. It then turned into a page that went into the black book.

By then the Almighty Oloron had already vanished.

Clapping hands could be heard in sky.

Chronos descended while clapping, he said,
 "That was a very good performance. Congratulations on being the only Black God left on earth."

Anansi saw a half-black half-white youth descending from the sky, "And who might you be?"

"Chronos, at your service." Chronos said with a smile as he extended his hand for a handshake.

Anansi had seen many suicidal freaks in his time, but not many like this. Didn't this mulatto already know that he would die if he touched him…"I wonder what kind of god he is."

Anansi shook hands with Chronos and then waited for the cocky smile on the youth to disappear.

The copying of abilities resumed as normal but Chronos didn't disappear.

"Surprised, aren't you? I do not need faith power to exist, but I'm still a God just like you. You need to broaden your horizons a bit. There are many ways to become a God." Chronos said.

Anansi was surprised. He then asked, "You're not from earth are you?"

"I'm from another Universe, in another timeline, you should understand what I mean since you copied me." Chronos said.

"I understand and I also know what you're here for." Anansi was now looking at his son with misty eyes.

"He's going to be alone isn't he?" Anansi said as he stopped looking at Junior.

Chronos shook his head, "As you know, he's like a brother to me, so I'll look after him until we meet again."

It wasn't advisable for him to stay on earth as all the other Pantheons of the other races were after him. If they all allied against him, he didn't know if he could still protect Junior during the fight.

His plan of delivering his people from the rule of the Gods had worked. He had no more priorities other than looking after his son.

But now he just learned from copying the young Chronos' entire life and power that he was in fact the latter's father somewhere in time and space and that he was just a reincarnation.

Chronos' grand plan was to break the Circle of Reincarnation and turn it into something never before seen…

And for that to happen he had to seal his memories, die, regain his memories while he was in the Underworld, escape reincarnation, copy a Reincarnation Lord and then copy the book of life and death. Only after all the boxes werr checked would he enter reincarnation again and reunite with his sons.

Fate had made it that he was the only one who could do it…

And Fate had made it that he was also Chronos'  father.
















hi i'm its author joey tribbiani, 
You know that I like to ask you about many things in my stories and today I will too.

First I will say that I am back to writing, maybe not the same as at the beginning but here I am.

now I would like to thank all those who continue to support my stories despite my long absence, it is very motivating that despite my absence there are people who did not give up on me

Okay with that said, now let's talk about Joey's future.

I want to say that in this time that I have not written I had many ideas for stories, and I am going to explain them.

1 zero no tsukaima ( Am I Guiche Granmont? !! ) would be a reincarnation from childhood, and would receive as a gift the powers of the Avatar  ( obviously it would be a harem story centered on the world of zero no tsukaima, although it could eventually reach another world with the help of magic)
I adore magic is very convenient, if something has no explanation, a magician did it.


2  School Rumble ( I am Imadori Kyousuke) primarily focused on a crossover world of old-time anime. for example kanokon, kissxsiss, Azu no youichi, Bakuman, and others. the story would be more shojo style without much action.

3 Kenichi ( I'm Natsu Tanimoto? !!) the story will be in focus before Kenichi becomes a disciple of the ryousampaku  and after Natsu is trained by Ma Kensei's brother imagine a martial artist with the kimetsu no yaiba breathing style, obviously it would be a battle story . 

4 Amagamiss ( New Amagamiss ) This is a story that I had a long time ago, a crossing of anime worlds, "not many" focused on a boy who after reincarnation wants to conquer his waifu but it will not be so easy because his new physiognomy It will lead you to get into a lot of strange and dangerous situations...... what is his physiognomy? ... He is not an ordinary human, he is now a speedster.

5 Kanojo ga okarishimasu ( the protagonist's friend seeks freedom) a boy reincarnates as Kazuya's friend at the beginning of the story and he doesn't want to be just a background character, so he will do whatever he can to earn his freedom from the title of friend of the protagonist. ( history possibly harem)

6 Avatar the Legend of Korra ( I am Bolín? !!).  a poor boy dies and reincarnates as the show's favorite lavabender.  he knows what is about to happen ..... so what will he do? ..... obviously he will use his knowledge to conquer the hearts of the amazing women he will meet. ( At first I thought about doing the story with zokka, but in that case I would have to give him some special ability.)

7 Avatar the last Airbender.. ( I am Zokka? !!,) the premise is the same as with Bolin's story The protagonist knows what will happen in the future and with the help of The Ray Breathing Technique, he will become the best Warrior in the world.
and incidentally will conquer the hearts of some beauties.


Those were the stories that I thought while I was away. ..... if you are wondering why not only do I continue with my harem king system story, the answer ,It is because I lost the focus of the story, it was getting difficult to continue writing that story, it was not like with my To love ru story, 

That is why I am giving these possible stories. Tell me which one seems more interesting for me to write.

I will leave in the comments some covers of the stories, although they are only possible covers





I'm not a good person, I'm not a hero, you might even say I hate heroes

The idea of ​​always sacrificing myself for others makes me sick, but now I am in a World where heroes exist.

If I want to live in this world I will have to pretend to be a hero

at least this world has many things to entertain itself and now that I have great power, it is time to give free rein to my darkest and most obscene desires.

I am going to enjoy my life in this world and nobody is going to stop me, be they villains or Heroes.

warning contains manipulation scenes, netori (not the protagonist), and lemon

Reincarnation.

What did it mean to be reincarnated?

To someone like Estelle, who possessed knowledge of the parallel worlds' theory, reincarnation was a little bit easier to accept. 

If there were an unlimited amount of worlds, being reincarnated into one of them after death was not something too far fetched of an idea.

But what if the body you reincarnated in was supposed to hold another soul?

For Estelle, who was favored by the Gods and given the golden finger of reincarnating with her memories, she would not know how it feels. 

A lone soul, possessing little to no knowledge, lost and fluttering about. With no chances to reincarnate other than waiting in line for their turn, what did taking over a body mean?

Where would the original soul go? 










Estelle woke up in the middle of the night, her entire body drenched in sweat and her lips bloodied.

She had unconsciously bitten her own soft lips to the point of injury. The murky taste of blood invaded her taste buds.

Nearby was a large window displaying the enchanting night sky scattered with stars so small that it looked like a cluster of dusts.

Getting down from the bed, she slipped into her custom made bunny slippers and slowly walked towards the window. 

Carefully opening the latches, she was able to fully open the ventilation system, letting the cold night breeze brush against her body. The lilac curtains flied about, just like her silver locks that was still drenched in the salty liquid.

Deciding that it would be bad to let the expose the child physique to the cold air, she cast a fire spell to keep her warmth stable.

The revelation of life and the reincarnation circle made her ponder upon herself. What was she?

Did she take another soul's place? The 'her' that she talked to in her dream years ago, the tearful sight she saw, was it the original soul's wallows?

Her mind was kept awake. She did not know whether it was because of the fact that she had already slept for four hours prior to waking up, but her mind was leaning more towards supporting the busy thoughts theory.

Reincarnation.

Was she lucky because she received such a chance?

Was the rejected soul, if it even existed, automatically unlucky because the vassal got possessed by Estelle, no- Reina?

Time did not cater to everyone's wishes, it only catered to itself. Even as she repeatedly went back and forth from lying back down on the soft bed, to getting up and staring into the unknown, time unconditionally passed. 

The wind was also getting colder, so Estelle frustration level naturally rose with it.

Sighing deeply, she got off the bed once again. This time, she did not walk towards the large windows, but rather to the doors.

"Hot chocolate, lady?" Lylia's voice crept up from behind, making Estelle jolt from the shock.

"...Lylia," Estelle heaved a sigh of relief.

"Sleepless nights are annoying, right? My mother used to make a cup of hot chocolate whenever I had trouble sleeping," Lylia walked towards the nearest cabinet and retrieved a porcelain mug and a jar of milk powder.

"...If lady feels comfortable with sharing your stories, this one will undoubtedly lend her ears,"

"I didn't say I had stories," Estelle yawned as she made small steps to a wooden stool. 

Just a while ago, when she tried to sleep, she was wide awake. But now, she was yawning. What was this dumb sorcery? 

"Well, this one did not say that the offer is restricted to a single use. Feel free to come anytime," Lylia stirred the powdered milk submerged in hot water as she slowly added bits of cocoa powder inside.

"Enjoy it, perhaps it would calm down your mind," Lylia passed over the mug.

Taking a small sip, Estelle felt like her mind was refreshed.

"Thank you, Lylia,"

"It's my pleasure,"

"A Villainess should be strong," she thought as she vaporized an entire lake.

The day Estelle Clareste was born, she already had the memories of Kirisaki Reina, a 21-year-old woman living in modern Japan.

From a Villainous Duke's daughter, to the world's leader, and suddenly a Goddess?! 

Estelle's past, was it as simple as she first thought? Or was there something more lurking behind?

Will she achieve her goals, or will she meet her downfall before that?

-Photo not mine, I found it on Pinterest ^^-

China, a small town in the south of the Yangtze River.
On weekdays, except for the stalls on the roadside and there are more tourists, everything was very stable, full of red dust and life.
But since the sun and the moon were reversed, the whole Jiangnan Town was very unusual.
The most obvious manifestation of this unusual way was that the nearby hotels, guesthouses, and small hotels were all full, and the people who came were all from other places. Even the restaurants with poor business in the past were full of people.
Those people spoke with a foreign accent and didn't speak much.
When sitting, they basically a serious expression, and sometimes, their eyes were sweeping around the floor as if looking for something.
Any local people in Jiangnan Town could feel that something is wrong.
...
On the street in front of the courtyard.
Although the people from the large army had dispersed, there were still some people here.
"Incredible!"
"Yes, this light curtain is amazing."
"I can't reach my hand at all."
"If you throw a stone over, you will see that it can't get in. But the light seems to be able to penetrate, and the wind can blow in too..."
"Wind? If we use some chemical poison which can be blown in with the wind..."
"What's wrong with your brain? The person inside is said to be Mr. Ye Bei. You want to use poison gas? Believe it or not, before Mr. Ye Bei could even move his hand, the country should've already prevented you from seeing the moon tomorrow…"
"Okay, okay, I was wrong."
Those people who were still gathering at the door were very strange.
While they were discussing, there were many people on the other side who reached out their fingers and poked at the light curtain around the courtyard.
The happiest thing was that after some people poked, it seemed as if they had encountered a cobra, they jumped back abruptly, and their faces were shocked.
In short, there were all kinds of people out there.
And they all had a mentality of watching the excitement and long-term knowledge.
...
As for the courtyard at this moment, it was a different kind of scene.
"Ye Bei, what's the matter with this yard? Why is there no change in my room, but the whole yard, and the construction, are all different from before?"
Pu Qingyin stood in it. After seeing Ye Bei, she hesitated a little, but she still asked.
"I did it!"
"Uh..." Pu Qingyin choked slightly with this answer.
But soon, she came back to her senses again.
Only this time, she did not continue to ask questions about the building.
Instead, she looked at Ye Bei earnestly, and her voice became much smaller, "When I heard you say that there was a chance in the pavilion in the middle of the lotus pond, many scenes suddenly appeared in my memory. But I can be sure that it is not the memory of my childhood, and I still have a feeling, as if the memory came from the last time and space, can you tell me what happened?"
Ye Bei also turned his head slightly, and his indifferent eyes swept across Pu Qingyin's body lightly.
"Have you heard of reincarnation?"
Ye Bei had no intention of concealing it.
Pu Qingyin was puzzled at this moment, "Reincarnation? Does it refer to the reincarnation in mythological stories? In those mythological stories, after death, there will be reincarnation, and then reincarnation and rebirth..."
Pu Qingyin always felt that something was wrong, and continued, "However, in this era, there are no ghosts for a long time. It is a scientific age, and things like reincarnation are just legendary."
Ye Bei didn't explain anything, the indifferent gaze just faintly swept across Pu Qingyin's body.
"Human thoughts are really easy to be changed..."
Then he opened his mouth and said softly, "Then, do you think the sun and the moon were reversed, and the day turned into night in an instant, is also scientific? The changes in this house not long ago, the barrier around the yard, those tall trees, do you think all of them are scientific?"
In the courtyard, Pu Qingyin was stunned.
She couldn't say a word for a while.
Yes, reincarnation was in the legend.
Modern science said that those were just legends, not real.
But what happened yesterday, and what happened today, couldn't be explained by science the slightest.
This time, Pu Qingyin felt more and more confused.
The kind of knowledge that she had learned for more than ten years was hit by an unprecedented impact, and her head began to hum.
"Do you mean that the so-called reincarnation is not only found in the age of mythology, but has always existed in reality?" After a long time, when Pu Qingyin recovered a bit and asked again.
"The concept of reincarnation is in the age of mythology. Only the people and me in that age can bring life into reincarnation. After the era of mythology disappears, the reincarnation of mortals also disappears. After a person dies, the soul will be wiped out. That person will completely disappear between this world and the earth..." Ye Bei said truthfully, with a slightly imperceptible emotion in his voice.
Pu Qingyin next to him seemed to understand a little bit, and said the craziest conjecture she could think of, "I know what you mean! My father is not an ordinary person, but the Supreme Eastern Emperor in the myth, right? The reason why I have those memories is entirely because he used the methods in the era of mythology to let me go to rebirth one after another. Those memories are all the memories of the previous lives, right?"
"Interesting."
Ye Bei listened and narrowed his eyes, "You are right. The general situation is true. In fact, when the day of the end of the age of mythology, you have been adopted by the Eastern Emperor. Every life, the Eastern Emperor would watch you grow old from a child, and finally die physically. Maybe it was because of nostalgia, or maybe it was because of something else, every time when your soul was about to dissipate, he would take action and let it reincarnate... again and again..."
When Pu Qingyin heard the exact answer from Ye Bei, she was stunned.
Those memories were all from the previous era?
These situations were really hard for her to accept. But a series of things that happened recently made her have to accept it again.
"Ye Bei, I want to go to the pavilion to have a look, okay?"
After a long time, Pu Qingyin's mouth moved a little, and she spoke again. She didn't argue anything and didn't ask any more questions.
"Of course, you can." Ye Bei nodded.
"Thank you."
After that, Pu Qingyin turned around and walked towards the gate of the courtyard in a daze.
Ye Bei's eyes did not rest on Pu Qingyin's body, but fell on the field of medicine, his eyes were deep and unpredictable.
...
"Look, it looks like someone has come out!"
At the gate of the courtyard, there were fewer people gathered than before, but definitely not small either.
When Pu Qingyin walked to the door, a group of people immediately exclaimed.
"Wow, this girl is so beautiful..."
"Yeah!"
"Let's see how she will come out!"
Those people gathered their eyes and talked constantly.
Pu Qingyin also saw the transparent barrier around the courtyard, but after obtaining permission from Ye Bei, she walked over.
When she walked to the door, her pace had slowed down a bit as she stretched out her hand and touched it towards the light curtain.
As a result, at the moment of touching, something magical happened.
Shizz, shizz…
In Pu Qingyin's ear, she could clearly hear the weird sound, but there was no tactile sensation from her hand at all.
And her whole hand directly penetrated the past the barrier like a water curtain!
"I can see it, but, but there's no feeling to it?"
Pu Qingyin was slightly surprised, and secretly praised the uniqueness and magic of this thing.


He once separated heaven and earth with Pangu, created humans with Nüwa, and explained Buddhism with Tathagata. 

Once filled the sea with Jingwei, saved Chenxiang’s mother with Chenxiang, and tasted poison with Shen Nong. 

The Taoist Trinity was his disciple, the Jade Emperor worshipped him as the godfather, and Jesus and Odin respected him as the ancestor. 

He was drunk with the Dragon King for three days and three nights, and he also witnessed the graceful beauty of Chang'e flying to the moon. 

He once saw the stone popped out the Monkey King, and also once burned the Book of Life and Death. 

He was a man, a god, wind, rain, and a demon. He knew the past life and knew the future... 

In this way, Ye Bei lived for 90,000 years! Looking for the mystery of longevity in the endless years...

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It was dark. I couldn't see anything in front of me. It was like the shadows had swallowed everything around me and left me to witness the nothingness that remained. I then checked my other senses and found out that they too were gone. I could not feel the cold or heat. I could not even feel my body. I couldn't hear anything.
I tried to remember anything that could have led me to this situation and found out i couldn't remember anything about myself that could help me. I remember that I am 18, male, and loved to read stories. From myths of bygone eras and songs sung of ancient heroes, to modern fiction and novels based on other works.
I couldn't remember my looks or my life. I didn't even remember if I had any family or not. All I could recall were the novels and stories, anything else was one huge blank space in my mind that was starting to irritate me.
Suddenly a woman, well I think It's a woman, appeared out of nowhere. I couldn't identify any features like looks, but I could see the basic body shape that hinted at the strange being being a female.
''How strange. A mortal soul drifting out of the reincarnation cycle into the void. What an unusual sight you make.'' stated the strange being.
The reincarnation cycle? That sounds an awful lot like some the stories I've read were somebody after dying gets to be reborn. But if this situation is similar to that, then.....
"I'm dead aren't I?" I asked the being.
"Yes you are indeed dead. You seem to have escaped the cycle halfway, if you can't remember much. But how strange for a soul to escape." stated the woman.
As I listed to her talk, I started accepting my situation, after all nothing good will come of me denying anything.
"You have picked my interest little soul how about this, I'll let you be reborn with the memories you have left and some bonuses, but not in your original world. I'll reincarnate you in the world of one of those stories you love." she offered me.
Her offer quickly picked my interest and I mulled it over. There were no negatives to the offer and a lot of positives, but I didn't want to be hasty. So I asked the most important question right now.
"What are the 'bonuses'?" I asked. After all it doesn't matter what world I'll be in if I don't have the tools that may save my life or those I might find important.
"You're a fan of the TYPE-MOON franchise right? I'll give you the choice to pick two out of seven class cards and the cards will be permanently merged with you. You will slowly receive the memories of the people in the cards and you will get there passive and personal skills. But you will only be able to access certain Noble Phantasms once you have gotten enough memories and experiences from the class cards." she explained.
Well at least I know that with the class cards I won't be killed instantly in whatever world I'm sent to. But now I have to choose two out of the seven... I can instantly mark Berserker off the list, because I don't want to loose my sanity. I don't want to pick Lancer because of their awful luck. If I have to pick two I have to think about how the ones I choose will compliment each other. Because other wise they may impact each other negatively and may hurt my chances of survival. I think I like the pairing of Archer and Rider the best. Archers have amazing ranged abilities and due to them being on the weaker side of things stat wise they usually are compensated with better skills and Noble Phantasms. The Riders are usually very quick on their mounts which would allow me to make distance for my ranged abilities and they themselves aren't that bad at close combat. As an example I can take Achilles and Iskandar. But before that I still have one question before I can accept her offer.
"In which world will I be reincarnated?" I asked. After all I want to know if I will be sent to a peaceful place or if I will be sent to a death trap of a world.
"Your world will be chosen at random from the infinite worlds that exist in fiction." she awnsered.
Well I guess I won't know what world it is till I get there.
"Then I accept your offer of reincarnation." I said.
"Wonderful, now which two class cards will you choose?" she asked.
"I pick the Rider and Archer cards." I stated.
"Alright, now you are all set and I wish you a happy new life mortal. I hope you have many interesting adventures that will entertain me." she said as she disappeared back into the void, leaving me alone.
Suddenly a hole opened in the void and sucked me in as I lost awareness and fell asleep.
Next when I awoke it was in the hands of what seamed to be a giant woman that was looking down on me whit happy and loving but tired expression. She is covered in sweat and her eyes look like they will close any minute now. She had green hair with yellow bangs and green eyes.
She whispered to me in a quiet and tired voice.
"Welcome to the world my son, my beautiful baby. I think I'll call you Saito, Hiraga Saito."
...Brain.exe rebooting. My brain stop working there for a second, because I know that name. That is the name of the idiotic main character of the Familiar of Zero manga. That means I'm most likely in the Familiar of Zero world or more accurately I will be summoned to that world instead of Saito.
Well it could have been worse so I wont complain, but I have to prepare a lot if I want to survive the adventures I'll be dragged in to.
With that final thought I fell asleep, planing on what I will do once I wake up.

Read before reading the fic plesse:

I've been trying to find some good Fate x Familiar of Zero stories but haven't found a lot. So I thought of trying to write my own fan-fic. English is not my mother language so there might be some problems, but I hope everyone that reads this will have enjoyed it.

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A guy died and was given a chance at a new, more interesting, life with some bonuses. The only problem, he has to become the servant of a loud, easily angered, explosive mage.

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