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*If some of the books seem a bit short, it is because I'm having a break from updating them*

Nanfeng felt immense pressure on his first day as Fang Zhao's assistant.
The next day, Fang Zhao had class. After Nanfeng completed his own tasks, he didn't head home immediately. Instead, he sought shelter in a pavilion that was part of an on-campus park. He opened a plastic container to reveal slices of iced watermelon. Nanfeng wanted to take in the artsy vibe of the HuangArt campus.
Someone was practicing the piano nearby. Legs crossed, Nanfeng shook along with the beat. He felt he had gotten a taste of the artistic life.
Soon, a parent and her child joined Nanfeng in the pavilion. The child looked like he was a secondary school student. Judging from their conversation, they were at HuangArt to sit for an exam. The parent was consoling her son, who was complaining about how hard the HuangArt exam was.
"HuangArt's admission exams are tough. Even prospective students with connections need to sit for them. But do you know why HuangArt has these exams? It's for your own good. The administration doesn't want any of their students to be in the awkward position of cluelessly munching away at a melon because they can't follow an academic discussion."
Nanfeng, who was eating watermelon 10 meters away: "..."
He felt like he had been punched in the gut.
It was quite the demoralizing comment.
But Nanfeng quickly regained his composure.
The sky was the limit for Fang Zhao's career. As Fang Zhao's assistant, he had to be presentable too!
Should he sign up for a short-term course?
After consulting with a few friends who also worked in the same industry, Nanfeng signed up for an online course. After filing his application, he didn't immediately head back to his own flat, instead making his way to Yan Biao's place. He watched the season finale of "Founding Era" with Yan Biao and Zuo Yu. Nanfeng had already watched the episodes from the Yanzhou chapter that featured Fang Zhao, but the entire series was too long. He couldn't possibly catch up in a day or two.
He would watch the remaining episodes when he had time, not just those of the Yanzhou chapter but the other chapters as well. He wasn't interested in the series per se; he wanted to get to know the actors cast in the series better.
After finishing class, Fang Zhao returned to his dorm room and organized his notes for the day. When it was time, he turned on his TV to a preset channel.
As long as he didn't have class, Fang Zhao would tune into the 10th season of "Founding Era." Today was the season finale.
Unlike the previous seasons, the 10th season of "Founding Era" had a brighter visual tone.
Downcast from a grim and grey color palette since the first season, audiences were finally rewarded with a change in the 10th season.
The overall epic storyline was quite stifling, but the 10th season was much more upbeat even though quite a few main characters died.
From the full recovery of territory to cleaning house in Huangzhou, to the Founding Era and the naming of the 12 continents, to a new regime, a new order, and a world—after enduring 100 years of suffering, the human race was finally marching toward a brighter future. 
A short film concluded the series.
It featured the final victory, the triumphant homecoming of the heroes, and the changes to the world in the 500 years after the Founding Era.
The score to the short film kicked off with a Chinese flute and violin solo that resembled a lone voice beckoning from the vast landscape.
A powerful force was gradually forming and gathering pace steadily.
Darkness always preceded the dawn, but darkness also became the dawn.
Bellows from the brass section resembled deafening cries that pierced the dawn, charging toward the sky and beckoning the future.
The world was rebuilt on this wasteland under a warm, nourishing light. A series of pale headstones told the stories of countless legends.
Every note that traveled to the ear evoked a fragmented memory, and every melody formed coherent scenes in the mind.
Like a preacher relaying an epic narrative.
The TV series was a lesson in history and time that told of grand, epic battles and legendary figures who were also regular folks.
Blurry shadows appeared in the film. These were the characters that survived or perished during the 10 seasons.
During the 100-year Period of Destruction, it was the work of these titans that had led to them escaping the darkness and forging a new world.
Now, five hundred years later, they were long gone. What history remembered was their determination and glory as well as tragedy and sorrow. But what took their place was something brighter, a sense of purpose powerful enough to motivate people to strive their entire lifetimes.
In later years, people called it faith. Others called it the grand cause.
It was this force that had underpinned 100 years of struggle and gave rise to countless miracles.
The short film was accompanied by an uninterrupted 10-minute score.
Ten minutes, far longer than the average song, was sufficient to convey a mind-blowing range of color.
Ten minutes, 12 melodies, 28 sections, more than 100 lines of music. They encompassed the cultural elements of all 12 continents. A large and complex ensemble of instruments. The rich range of emotion and the exquisite melodies that varied in pace but came off as seamlessly edited, coupled with the repeated variations, did not result in an overwhelming or protracted effect. The piece did not feel long at all, with surprises popping up at every corner, giving little in the way of respite. It had both the weight of an epic and the sheer beauty of a romantic score. A stunning and grand construction filled with twists and turns that put the listener in the moment and stirred their emotions.
When Mo Lang had composed the piece, he had been inspired by Fang Zhao's "This Life of Mine."
What Mo Long had wanted to create was not just a perfunctory account of these historical figures or collection of memories. What he had wanted to do was recreate the ethos of the era.
As if these giants had never left and the hope and faith that had propelled them into battle had lived on.
The human body might decompose, but the human spirit lived forever!
The blood of the martyrs painted the skies red as the heroes made a triumphant return!
Remembering these forgotten souls and etching their stories into stone.
Forgetfulness was the ultimate killer. 
The short film ended with a monologue from the character playing General Lu Xi from Xizhou while he was resting on his deathbed.
"I will have experienced three deaths in my life. The first time was when the Period of Destruction began. I bid farewell to my past and took on a new identity. The second time will be my imminent death, when my heart stops and my coffin is buried. I will be declared dead by a doctor, by friends and family, and by society. As for my third death, it will occur when the last person in this vast universe who remembered me forgets me. At that point, I will have nothing to do with the world. That is when I will truly disappear. I lived through my first death, and I'm about to welcome my second, but as long as you remember me..." The hoarse yet firm voice summoned all the remaining strength of his lungs, transcending time and space. "I. Shall. Live. On. Forever!"
Fade to black, followed by the text: "Please remember them."
Commemoration and the passing of the torch could withstand the test of time.
Audiences from around the world only shifted their attention away from the screen when the end credits rolled. They felt a sense of loss and were reinvigorated at the same time.
The 10 seasons of "Founding Era" had finally concluded.
A visual and auditory feast, without a doubt.
When these stories of the past were transformed into images and the effect was enhanced by a haunting score, 10 seasons later, audiences acutely felt the power of fate and faith.
"Unsurpassable god-level work!"
"We probably won't see another piece of filmed entertainment that can rival 'Founding Era' for another 100 years."
"They weren't kidding about the series being a milestone. Even if there's a remake featuring a bunch of big stars, it can't beat the original. It's just not the same."
"I'm outta here. Gotta go pay my respects at the martyrs' cemetery."
"I've decided. My plan for the second half of the year is to hit all the martyrs' cemeteries on all 12 continents!"
"Who's going to the martyrs' cemetery in Qi'an? Can I trouble you to bring back a good-luck charm from Old Fang's grave?"
"They're in high demand these days and will be difficult to come by. I think there's a quota of one per person."
"I love the soundtrack! The score to the short film at the end is jaw-dropping!" 
"The piece was written by Master Mo Lang. It's a complex, meandering piece that incorporates elements from all 12 continents. It's grand and meticulous at the same time. This is a true master at his finest. No wonder he's a national treasure, someone who's won the Galaxy World Medal, the highest honor in the arts world!"
"Factoring in all 10 seasons, the score for 'Founding Era' is so strong. The songs keep getting better and better. The final piece that ran with the short film at the end was the grandest of them all."
"Did anyone notice the credits at the end of the film? Two people were credited with the arrangement of the final song. One was Mo Lang, and the other Fang Zhao!"
"What? Fang Zhao was involved?"
Curious viewers rewound the episode. Lo and behold, there was Fang Zhao's name.
Concluding score "Legend"
Composer: Mo Lang
Arrangement: Mo Lang, Fang Zhao
"..."
"This was a tough song to compose—and arrange as well. Fang Zhao was actually one of the arrangers?"
"As far as us academics are concerned, arrangement is a form of composition. In other words, Fang Zhao took part in the writing of the song."
"No wonder he's a genius who got into the Twelve Tones program. He's on a completely different level."
The more people discussed Fang Zhao, the more folks studied the end credits. Some of them scrutinized the list word by word. Thus, their attention was drawn to the list of musicians who had taken part in the recording of the final song.
"The world's top three orchestras, Huangzhou Nightfall, Hongmenlan, and Saint Byron were all involved!"
"I knew it! Sheng Yong from Saint Byron nailed his solo!"
"My absolute favorite TLB also took part! No wonder the performance in the middle of the song sounded familiar."
"I took a close look at the list of parties who participated in the recording. Besides the world's top three orchestras, the others are all masters or critically acclaimed ensembles. They represent a wide range of styles. It's hard to believe that someone was actually able to incorporate them all into one song." 
In that context, lined up alongside a host of world-class masters, Fang Zhao paled in comparison. But the criticism was muted by the fact that Fang Zhao had been admitted to the Twelve Tones program.
Yet while professionals and non-professionals alike touted their beloved orchestras, bands, and masters that had taken part in the recording, a lone comment quickly became the focus of attention over a short period of time.
"Such a show-off, Granddaddy Mo! I can't handle such a sophisticated piece! This is the kind of material that will become my dissertation topic or appear in my final exam! I wanna cry my eyes out!"
After worshipping this magnificent piece, breaking down how technically difficult it was and admiring the all-star lineup that recorded the song, students from various music academies became paralyzed with fear.
A single thought lingered in their heads after reading the comment: Sh*t. This is definitely going to show up on an exam!


"Every time background music plays in my head, I feel like there is nothing to be afraid of." —Fang Zhao
Toward the end of the apocalyptic period, Fang Zhao lost his life. However, instead of dying, he found himself 500 years later in the body of a young and aspiring composer who shared the same name. Having received a second chance at life, Fang Zhao sets out to achieve the previous owner's dreams.
Armed with the experience of living through an apocalyptic age and his profession as a composer before that period, Fang Zhao uses his talent, wits, and knowledge to make his mark in the entertainment industry of the future.

So I have been thinking for a while, and I feel so bad for having to do this because I don't like leaving anything unfinished as I always complete what I start. But I am sorry to announce that I am having to put all stories outside of Lines Crossed and You Plus Me Equals is done. I do not plan on giving up on these series I am putting on pause, just putting them off. I really want to get those stories done. As of right now I have about 10 unreleased chapters that I need to get edited but have just stopped from lack of focus and drive.

I am so sorry, life has just been very busy and I have a book launch coming in the new year. Between Lines Crossed and You Plus Me Equals launch, I just have found myself to busy and stressed and my writing feels dejected and empty. 

So that the quality of my writing stays high and I am happy with what I am releasing, I am choosing as of now to focus on just these two stories. I hope you all can understand and can continue to support Lines Crossed until it ends. I promise I am still working on these other stories as I feel inspired. I just don't want to push myself to try and meet too many deadlines.

I will meet you all again on these other stories again in the new year. Remember Love is Love.

Keep commenting, whenever I am sad or feeling down your comments really brighten my day. Meeting you guys in the pages of a book is one of my favorite parts of writing. 

~Kat

"The next time you want to wear a woman's suit to an interview you might want to make sure it fits you in all areas." His voice came out a slight lilt of amusement churning through its deep baritone.

The soft, husky hum slithered all over Heart's ear, making his body shiver.

With that one sentence, this man had stripped him of his confidence and made him feel exposed, Heart wondered what was wrong with him. Because the moment the shiver ended his body began telling him he wanted more.

He knew he should feel repulsed, annoyed, disgusted, creeped out. But he didn't,

Not at all.

'What does he want? What is he going to do to me?' Heart tried to think if there was some way he had met this guy the week before and forgotten. Maybe he had run into him?

There was a small zipping sound and he felt stunned as his pants got unbearably tighter as the zipper, zipped closed around his length. The man pulled back and headed for the door as if zipping up another man's pants for him was something he did every day for someone.

Heart stared after him stunned.

"My fly was undone." Hearts stated stupidly.

"Hmm," The man crooned.

'Why did I like that so much?' Heart blinked twice realizing the man had stopped again at the door and was looking back at him.

"Why didn't you just tell me so I could zip it up?" Heart said, flushing.

"It's just a zipper, what's a low fly between friends." He quipped.

"Friends." Heart stuttered

'When did we become friends?'



What if your destiny was both fate and design? What if the real Fate was not having met you, but how we choose to live after meeting? When Fate unexpectedly ties five strings, five human lives that were never supposed to meet connect with shy, timid Heart, a boy who is at a major turning point in his life. It’s these strings that pull him into a new far more dangerous direction. Far out of the comfort of his world and into a new one filled with darkness, friendship, hate, and love. This is their Fate, the one they took into their own hands. The one they fought and planned for. A war is coming. And Death will come to ask for their lives, but only they have the power to change it.

*This story Includes three main BL Couples and it takes place in Thailand. Please do not take offence and understand all couples are fictional.

For the readers:


OK.
I welcome you to my world. 

I've been organizing it for some time now (years actually) so it should be nice to read it. This piece of artwork will be my second, so if you wanna learn about the universe this story lines are happening in, go my first novel and read it. It can be called an intro.
Stories are self explanatory. But if you need more info ask in the comments, I'll see it probably. 
Many of them are not interconnected, except the fact that they're about the people that are sharing a world.
Stories are not restricted to a definite number of chapters. So a story might be extremely short or ten chapters long depending on the happenings it is about.
Chapters will be divided into volumes according to the age the story-line is happening in. It will become sci-fi in the future, but the beginning is ancient. Everything should be organized. 
IF you find some confusing parts do not be afraid to comment or leave a review. I do not bite, much.

I marked it as a novel for general audiences because there will not be any explicit scenes, except the ones of carnage and destruction. If the scene is too disturbing to you jump over it. 

Remember chapters are not important to this book, but the stories.


From your honest and humble author,
Theo.



P.S.  The novel will start publishing when I see fit. 
P.S.S.This type of novel is inspired directly by CreamandCookies, a fellow writer here on WN. Go read his novels, Because if you actually liked mine you'll adore his.

This novel... No, let's call it a book or whatever. 
This is a collection book holding many stories based on Gronos and its men.
They are primarily war stories with varying points of view.(FP and TP)
If u wanna get to know the planet Gronos go read my first novel.
Releases will be one story for a day. If the story has insufficient words, readers will be provided with another one. But will of course have to provide me with info of what to change, and of course support in powerstones. 

No things come free.

Special info:
Stories might leave Gronosian universe and add a spicy touch to my work.

A very good day abd welcome ladies and gentlemen 🌼! It is with great pleasure I welcome you to my first book that I created after 5 years of having now ideas nor tales to write. So after a couple of search and refering back to my old drafts, I have finally decided to combine 2 of my original drafts to create this writing. 

This book will contain short stories that I will paraphrase from original authors and put my original drafts here. Forgive me if I update late since I sometimes have writers block or I'm too lazy to update 😅 (KIDDING!) but I will try my best to create a work for all of the readers who came acrosa my writing. So without any distraction, I welcome you all to Once Upon A Tale! 

Please take note that I will be giving the reference to the original authors since I will paraphrase some of the lines or take their stories as my refrences! 

Love, Stephy 🌸

A collectable tales from all around the world and legends

Lex came into my room and opened up the curtains.
 
"Your Coffee and toast is ready in the kitchen Miss Nozomi." Lex said with a smile and then left the room.
 
"Thanks Lex!"  I yelled as my door shut behind him. "Looks like I have no choice but to get ready." I climb out of bed and look out my window. The sun pours in like a stream of melted caramel. The warm feeling runs through me, putting a smile on my face.
 
I walk over to my mirror and start to brush out my dark auburn hair, which accents my warm skin tone. "my hair has gotten long, its down to my back now. Maybe I will arrange a cut soon!" I reminded myself.
 
I pulled off my sleeping garments and threw them in the pile of clothes in the corner of my room. Then I opened my drawers for something comfortably to wear. I grabbed a white top with a union crest of two swords on the right shoulder and my black cargo slacks that have lots of pockets on both sides. I tie up my combat boots and run out of the room.
 
            I walked into the dining hall where I see my father, mother, and Lex sitting eating breakfast.
 
"Darling, why must you wear something so, unfashionable." Asked my Mother.
 
            "Reese please, she can wear whatever she wants. Let her express herself!" My Father retorted. Mother gave him a stare and then shook her head. Then she smiled and said.
 
            "whatever Emanuel, I guess were lucky our daughter has a mind of her own. As long as it doesn't get her in trouble."
 
"Me? Get in trouble? Mom, please." I said while we all laughed together. "I'm going out to the market today. does anyone need anything?"
 
            "No, Nozomi, thank you." Mother said with a smile. I nodded, took a sip of coffee, and shoved the toast in my mouth. I ran to the guard shed to get my backpack and sword. I opened the locker that had my name above it. Then I slipped into my brown leather jacket and threw my backpack over my shoulders. The pack has a built in sheath for my short sword. I pulled the sword out, swung it back and forth, then put it back in its sheath.
 
            I ran along the path leading outside the gates of our estate towards the city of Leem. Which is the capitol of the Surate Province. Its mostly woods except for Leem and another city, but I like it that way. Untouched by civilization and the war. For now, at least. The walk is a short one, only ten minutes from our estate. Its just far enough to drown out the noise of the city but close enough to enjoy what Leem has to offer, like the markets; tree art museum; and the Luther Rifle Company.
 
            Emerging from the forest path I came into Leem. The site of all the economic bustle in the Surate Province. A big welcome sign hung from two large gray buildings. Most buildings were 10 to 15 stories high except for the capitol tower in the center of the city which was 21 stories high. The capitol building houses my father's and other officials' offices, the economic department, and the defense branch of Surate. My father is the low-president of Surate, which is one of the highest officials except for the high-president of the Union. Each province is taken care of by low-presidents and they report to the high-president in the Bethra province. My father, Emanuel Sproul, was elected 7 years ago and has 3 years left in his term.
 
            I continued through the streets passing by blue and white apartment buildings with small trees lining the front of the buildings. Seeing normal people commuting from their houses to work gives me hope that the war isn't destroying everyone's lives. Children were throwing a ball around right outside the walls of the market. Their parents must be selling or buying things in there. Walking into the market you get hit with a mass of people in lines trying to buy the freshest produce and meat.
 
            I arrived at my favorite food stand ran by Mr. Kesa and the smell was overwhelming. The thin slice of deer meat cooked over a burning log and an egg mixed with goat cheese made my mouth water. "Hey Mr. Kesa, how are you?" I yelled up to the older man with gray hair and dirty white shirt.
 
            "Miss Nozomi! I'm splendid. How is school going for you?" he asked in his old achy voice.
 
            "I'm almost finished Mr. Kesa, only one month left and then I can join the DBS. Although I know my parents don't want me to." I replied to him and I know he could see the gleam in my eyes when I talked about serving in the Defense Branch.
 
            "That's wonderful Miss Nozomi. Not everyone has that kind of dedication to the Union. Anyway I don't want to keep you. Would you like your usual smoked deer and cheese filled egg roll up?" He asked.
 
            "Yes please, the usual." I smiled and dropped 5 Union Coins on the counter next to the wood burning stove. He handed me the roll up and I inhaled the warm smell of the still steaming meat and egg. "goodbye Mr. Kesa, have a good one." I yelled as I turned and walked deeper into the market. Vendors and small shops lined the streets and created tiny alleyways.

              I walked through the maze of vendors and merchants dashing to quickly get to my destination. I ate my roll up quickly as a ran, biting deeply letting the warm taste fill my mouth. After a couple minutes of running I came out of the blended alleyways into a bigger street in front of a big building. This was a short cut to get to the Luther Rifle Company. I was going to pick up a present for my fathers birthday, I had ordered him a custom made rifle for hunting. The Luther building was a tall 10 story gray colored tower filled with many firearm assemble machines and offices. The first floor was just the store. I crossed the busy street crowded with people shopping and running late to work. As I was about to walk into the Luther building, I accidentally knocked into someone. We bumped shoulders which left me unbalanced and I fell over onto the ground. I looked up into the eyes of a tall man in a black leather coat. He had red sharp hair down to  his shoulders. The smell of smoke protruded into my nose and I started to cough a little.

            "Watch out miss, you never know who'll you'll run into out in the world". The man spoke in a low mysterious voice. I was startled by this and confused, I looked up into his beat red eyes and a chill ran through my body.

           "I'm so sorry mister" I said as I got back onto my feet. I bowed to him. "I'll be more careful in the future". I said and than I walked past him into the Luther building. Who was that guy I thought to myself. He gave off such a sinister vibe. I pushed my way through the building doors and entered the Luther store. 

The store is made of all kinds of beautiful woods from all over Surate. Fancy weapons hang all over behind the counters. The Luther rifle company is top of the line in modern firearms and is the largest weapons manufacturer in the nation other than the militaries supply factory's up in the industrial province in Chroma. Luther's firearms are much more for hobby than for warfare and thus they are much more expensive. 

"Ah, Ms.Sproul, it's so nice to see you again. I assume your here to pick up your fathers gift?" A pleasing light voice from behind one of the counters called to me.

"Hey Mr. Doch, is it ready yet?" I answered back to the tall man with curly blonde hair. He is the spokesperson for Mr. Luther and his company. My family is personal friends with Mr. Luther so it's only natural that he would be waiting for me.

"Of course, right this way ma'am." I follow Mr. Doch through the wood counter tops and through a big wooden door. We entered into a small conference room with a gorgeous mahogany table. "Wait right here Ms. Sproul, I'll be back in a minute with the firearm."

I sat down in a comfortable chair and waited a few moments until Doch came back Into the room carrying a stunning blue stained wooden case. The shine on the case flowed as Doch put it down on the table. He than opened the case to reveal the firearm to me. It was the newest L-3R model. It also like the case has a shiny blue wood finish and the metal parts were covered in a gold finish. The rifle was about 2 1/2 feet long.

"It's a semi-automatic repeater rifle and it holds three, .44 magnum bullets. They are loaded into the back of the barrel and then the gun is primed by a loader on the right side." Mr. Doch explained how the firearm works. 

"Thank you so much Mr. Doch, I'm sure my father will love this!" I expressed my gratitude and bowed. After this I grabbed the case and walked out of the room. I continued out of the building back onto the crowded streets of Leem. I followed the flow of the crowd until I reached the exit of the city back into the forest.

I decided that I was going to do some sword practice on my own before returning home. I really need to perfect my style before taking the defense exit exam if I want make it into the branch. After graduating from the Surate defense school, depending on your exit exam scores, you can join the defense branch at the rank of Silver 1 instead of Copper 1. The Union's military hierarchy is broken into different colors starting at Copper and moving to Bronze, Silver, Gold, Platinum, and Diamond. The highest military officials are at a level of their own called champion while each other color is broken into ranks 1-3.

After leaving the city I ran off to the location in the woods where I always practice at since I was little.

This is a story of a young man struggling with the demons of his past and present. Zepher is no hero, he is an assassin for the Unions mysterious Shadow Company. A select group of orphans raised to be killing machines for the Union military. Headed by the even more mysterious man code named Mentor.

After a high ranking politician is killed, a plan is set in motion to gather the worlds greatest weapons. The 13 blades are fabled weapons that are said to be more powerful than anything imaginable. When, where, and who they will appear to is something unknown. Most people say they don’t exist but whoever attains their power will truly become a moving force in the world.

Follow Zepher and his companions as he travels the world in search of who he is and who he wants to become.

People of Sisna were in a bad mood because of the cold weather and heavy working life. 

After the cold began, villagers began cultivating Red Lotus. Soon after the first harvest, they started plowing the fields for a second one. In winter, the village always continue harvesting this interesting red wheat. 
Red Lotus was an interesting thing that If there is enough cold, you could continue to harvest. 

But between every plowing and harvest, there was a short growing time. In this time, the village was in a rare holiday. So, everyone began their quiet vacation at home.

Of course, in the two houses of this village, the situation was the opposite.

The first house was the home of Director Munmer, a house where Nihan was a guest and did not leave. The other was the house of the village healer Yuzu. These two houses were already side by side, by which rest of the village could not envy these houses more.

..

Nihan, as usual, was immersed in telling his stories. These stories were composed of things related of an old war which Nihan had participated in the past. Some of them were the exotic adventures he had with the nobles he had rescued.

"... at that time, I learned the place called "The Red Room" was actually a room that opened to all good tastes of the world. But after tasting all the pleasures, the one entered the room would die no matter what. I thought for a long time in front of the room... but that great noble Bieveng told me these words as an advise so I decided not to enter.. "

Most recently he described what was the red room ", one of the great mysteries dilemma in a distant empire.

He used the names of formerly forgotten old buildings or great heros. He used mostly modified false or half true things about aristocrats, just to create a story that would fill several books' content in a day. But sometimes, just sometimes he would really tell the true stories! But nobody knew this fact. Of course, villagers couldn't separate these strange and unique moments from the other false stories.

While all the people in the manager's house listened the Red Room" with holding their breaths, no one was really sure whether the Red Room was real or not. They wouldn't care if all the story was been made up. 

After a long tired work in the fields, these people didn't care about trivial things like "fiction-forged-false" anymore.

 Probably there was no one alive and still know that place anymore. But no matter how strange it is, at a very distant point on a continent, there was indeed a real building called "Red room". These villagers didn't know that but Red Room was certainly visited by Nihan a long time ago. 

The people in the house were out of their breaths after hearing the story of the day with strange dreams and long debates. In fact, though, they kept listening to these stories all the time. But a couple who were the source of all the tense air in the house fired all the listeners. They knew after every big final of the stories, there was a chance to kick all these people. Every night....every day..

They were Manager Munmer and his wife. Both had simple and calm lives over 60 years. Of course, this man came to the village six months ago and haunted their home.

Whatever they did, they couldn't get rid of the crazy old man. So they started to experience the most animated but comedy-filled moments of their lives.

..

Same day..

Eren was having a birthday dinner with her mother, grandfather, and Helen, her mother Yuzu's best friend.

He was excited to have Helen as a guest this day, because she was the only girl in the village whose age was close to Yuzu.

Helen was alike every woman of Sisna. She looked exacly 18-19 years old from outside, although her age wasn't certain, she was really young though. The Grandi, which have quite a long life but are very unstable in their ambition or desires, don't have many children. For a long time, even the middle aged Grandi Womans in their prime ages would imitate young girls. But somehow Eren learned that the most young generation in the village were two girls and one boy. Two of the girls were Yuzu and Helen. Eren thought they would be between 20 and 25 at most.

For example, Yuzu seemed to be 21-22 years old even if she was only 2 years older than Helen. If she didn't have a mature aura, with all her acting, with the young and beautiful face she had, Eren would say she was just 17 this year. That's why Eren always found that Yuzu behaved like an adult on purpose.

Anyway, Eren was happy to be around Helen who has both a rare character and very beautiful body. Especially the rare moments when they hugged and slept together were some of the happiest moments in Eren's life. She was mature and different, with strikingly different(sexy) lines and impressively well developed body unlike other Grandies which were normally weak and thin!

She smiled a lot, inquisitively got into every job, decided to do quickly, and sometimes intend to make dirty jokes.

 She was different from most of the surly Grandies in Eren's life.

Even her hair was lighter and brighter than normal grandies have. Sometimes her hair, which turned white" rather than yellow, was unique under the sun. But even white parts of her hair shine like other grandies. 
Eren still have a hard time to understand their hairs and shining thing. "WHY JUST HAİR! IT IS NOT 
SCIENTIFIC."

From the bio class on Earth, Eren knew all of their hair on the body must have shine if Grandies' hair were different. But just hair?

Not fuc**ng scientific!  

..

At the dinner, Eren was eating chicken and rice, as well as a few plants. When the meal was almost over, Eren raised his head and looked the beautiful sexy duo. His step mother Yuzu and her best friend Helen.

"Can I ask something for my birthday?"

Eren looked so honest and pure on this moment. He bent his head to Helen and looked her sweetly.

"Of cource little Er. What do you want?" 

"We should sleep together tonight."

As someone who has decided to leave things like shyness and hesitation behind, sleeping with someone so humorous, pleasant and eye-catching was he had to achieve. Eren didn't leave these wishes to chance or destiny.(F.ck those things) 

 With the smiling Helen, they lay down after an hour. Eren didn't even see Yuzu behind him and his grandfather lying next to them on the sofa.

In those moments, he had already been surrounded by rambunctious thoughts, wrapped in Internet videos and adult thoughts. Helen's hair was constantly played with the hand of Eren. While Eren's little body was wrapped with the hands of a sexy, grown up woman. 

Eren fell asleep with a happy smile.

He had beautiful dreams instead of bad nightmares after sleeping.

...

Wind ...

Eren waited a few minutes while watching the water's flowing under the bridge. He watched Yuzu and did relieved after seeing she had gone to the field. But Eren still waited a couple minutes for safety. After being sure no one watching him, Eren crossed the bridge and followed the dirt road on the opposite side.

 As he walked with small steps, even the short distance was too long for a little boy.

 When he finally came to the entrance of the altar, he crossed the narrow wooded corridor and walked inside. Right in the middle of the altar, there was the same stone.

He remembered the day he took the bracelet and wore it on da right wrist. It was two years ago. His grandfather gave him the earth bracelet and said all his knowledge about crazy altars and secrets. 

On that day, Eren heard that the bracelet had something people usually didn't have. So wearing these things would fix the lack of concentration and increase intimacy with the elements. That's why he's never taken off the bracelet since then. But now..

He gently took off the bracelet and put it in his pocket. There was a smile on his face but before he felt something, he waited on purpose for a difference! 

 With a sudden heartbeat, as though some of the excitement and vitality in his chest were torn off and taken back. It happened in a second. Like your favourite song was paused from mp3 player while you listening all the time.

 Like a thunder, or a slow motion bad-sci-fi effect. It affect his body, brain and soul both slowly and immediately. But Eren still didn't believe whether there is really a soul in the body, anyway. 

Dumb!

 There was another heartbeat and another one and another.

one by one....then one other .. Dumb!

For the last time in the rhythm, he felt his power and energy "fall" like a teenager's depression does.

He waited for a few minutes to adjust without moving. Although the vitality he used to had decreased a bit, nothing bad happened.

 The element predisposition he had acquired for the last years, or the levels (lvl) he received for short, seemed to have not gone.

He tried to pierce his left palm with a small sharp piece he brought with him. First he had to puncture the lower vein parts by pressing on his palm and hurting his hand in a rookie way. Eren never hurt himself in both lifes he lived. It was sad but even hurting and bleed your hand was harder than it looked in hollywood movies.

With an uncomfortable expression on his face, Eren suppressed his disgust and pain. 

"You wouldn't have made an altar which measuring our levels by spitting saliva, wouldn't you? I swear you must have been a very stupid creator. They say "Holy Sky God". I say just "Brainless moron!

What a stupid lvl measure system !!", Eren lost his composure a little bit, then cursed before hardly relaxing again.

Drops of blood flowed onto the stone. One by one they all went into the stone and disappeared instantly.

The minutes passed, and after about 5 minutes again, the tiny black text appeared on the stone.

If Eren hadn't heard that this shity magic writings were the same language as his ex planet's, perhaps he couldn't have come here on his own.

 But as soon as he heard his grandfather, he was pleased. Clearly, the use of the language and the without including literature meaning behind this, Earth's language in this planet say a lot of things. 

For example right now, Eren was half sure for a guess. "Maybe this is future of the Earth. Or one of many possible futures of it. My memories or soul stuck on the planet somehow and I regained them as becaming Eren again. Borning like a new person but taking these memories made me resemble the old Eren from the past Earth! Anyway. I dont care. Fuck them all. Fuck your magic and gods! I DON'T CARE.."

He lost it again. But this time just a little bit..:/

Anyway after looking the figures, they surprised Eren when the texts on the stone came together for a meaningful way.

"Eren Han Kugyo"

"Yeah yeah we know this, you moron!"

Race: 8/6 Daedra (High Species-Superior Human) .... 8/2 Zzyxzze (Bloody Tooth Type-Monster)

The inheritance element: Electricity ... 7 "... Earth ... 5" ... Mental ... 2 "... Water ... 1" ... Fire ... 1 ". ... Darkness ... 1 "... Air ... 1" ... ... ...!

"Wtf is superior human ha! WTFUCK is this word choices!!!

 All creation are just equal! Beng different doesn't mean any shit in my eyes. Our feelings make a difference but laws, shapes, basic rules or time does not classify the living. They could differ, maybe the life but not the living, you piece of shit!"

Finally when his hard suppressed whisper finished, he saw the exact numbers!

"Holy S..."

Eren was very surprised by the absurd numbers. Also his hand was in pain so his mentality was very sarcastic at that moment.

He read the writings and numbers again with the alphabet he had always known and learned in his old life.

"My shitty native language is fuc...Magic Language here!"

After reading again and again he figured one other thing. Clearly, the scripts looked only one minute and disappeared from stone.

Eren stand up and started to walk back and forth on da floor.

 "Earth Element - Lvl 5 " 

It was quite normal. But what about "Electric Element- Lvl 7!" 

That was something out of his expectations.

He hadn't done a special study on electricity for more than 10 minutes, ignored it because Yuzu would be angry if she notice. Even though he had to sneak occasionally, all his attention and time was for the soil.

How could it be Lvl 7?

"I worked on the wrong element without knowing, Wtf?"

He thought of everything that's logical and also unreasonable, then shook his head again. It just simply disn't make sense. Eren thought, questioned and thought more. A kind of unresponsive answer was there, in his head. But it was hard for him to notice the truth.

When he was meditating for the earth element, he didn't know about the shiny electric energy that had comes out of his hands. If he had a person accompanying him, maybe he would have noticed.

He didn't hear the strange "china" or the "zZzzxzz" voices from the different parts of his body.

In short Eren continued to look at the stone without knowing any shit.

"Fuck you stone!"

..


After a few more minutes at the altar, he went back the same way and wanted to complete his day's meditation or whatever it is, before the evening came.

He went in his usual place and sat in a proper position to switch to meditation.

One of his hands was on his leg which was crossed. His head was looking down at a very slight angle, but the majority of his chest and upper body was looked across.

F..uurrrr... (very cold winter breeze..)

Eren watched the village from afar while breathing the cold air.

Somehow, just somehow it was hard to endure this ridiculous fantasy crap. Eren was lucky and taking his second chance but all this bullshit was really hard to believe for him.

While taking deep breaths, he watched the sky, Sisna Village and dawn.

Sometimes he was thinking about the old world and what was missing in this village.

Clean Pijamas, restrooms, bathrooms, a stronger warming method in winter, cleaner kitchens and a lot ,Lot More!..

Eren liked and used to sleep in this world with a beautiful woman like Yuzu whom he couldn't even imagine on Earth. But on the other hand, the clutter of the environment and ordinary stagnant life began to disturb him.

Eren sighed thinking about this village and his old planet.

He didn't meditate that day.

"What do elements and levels make anyway. Fucking retards! What do I do with magic, when I have an outfit in shit color?"

Eren couldn't stand the cold anymore and ran home.

*I died as thinking what would've happened if I lived one more time.

Without any friends, without laughter at all, and I'm sure I've never been loved.

No god, no angel, no family, no friend.. Nobody helped me! --- Not even one tiny miracle showed like the movies and books showed us!

I realized that there is no miracle, good luck or perfect coincidences in this life. I gave up of those crap.

..............

I thought everything would end. I'd sleep and rest forever. What a perfect plan for my eternity ha?

That was the fucking plan!

But no. Like Damn Earth wasn't enough, now I must live in this f*cking planet full of "Fantasy Crap".

Everyone keep talking about magic and miracles. "Just shut up would you!"

The village people who talks about evolution, the children blowing fire from their mouth, and the dragons I hear---all of these seem to mocking with me."Don't come closer you piece of.!"

I just want a normal life. I'm sorry but keep away your magic and secondhand miracles from me.  "Wait, I'm not sorry."

On this brand new life, just stay away from me!"

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** A story of the rebirth of a person who dies in a life of total misfortune. **

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***Warning: This novel contains real mature content (+18 Violence and Adult Content)***

It's been a week since Akihiro started getting missions... ALMOST daily. Luckily, the [Chain Mission] only went on for 4 days. In those four days, he gathered all of the [Fallen Sakura Sword Art Fragments] and completed the book in the LHP.

Akihiro had to say he was quite impressed with the Sword Art. It is composed of 3 skills based on a Sakura Tree growing, the Sakura Flower blooming, and the Sakura Flowers falling. 

The first move [Fallen Sakura: 100 Branches] was more of a dance, which allows the user to increase the strength of his slashes up to 100x.

The second move [Fallen Sakura: Bloom] was a thrusting technique together with a special movement technique. Which allows him to dash forward quickly and pierce a hole in his enemies, creating an image of the enemies' blood 'blooming' into the shape of a sakura flower.

The last move [Fallen Sakura: Rain] was a sword drawing technique which can allow him to make up to 50 slashes in an instant.

Akihiro practiced using the Sword Art but he didn't make much progress on it. It didn't help that his body wasn't fit. Sure, he did gain some muscles over the past week of training. But his body was still underdeveloped compared to a teenager, so his body couldn't imitate the irregular forms depicted in the [Fallen Sakura Sword Art]. 

It was only after a day of training that Akihiro realized he forgot the main function of the LHP, which was to combine and perfect books. So Akihiro combined the already perfect [Fallen Sakura Sword Art] and the [Basic Sword Training Manual]. The results were the [Fallen Sakura Sword Style], which went over some basic forms to hold which will complement the sword skills in the manual.


" 646... 647... 648... 649... 750!" 

Akihiro just finished a set of 750 sword swings and was sweating from head to toe. He wasn't wearing anything on top which showed the faint lines of the muscles that were developing on his arms, chest, and back.

After Akihiro realized how truly weak he was, he started training regardless of the missions given by the system, as he realized how easily he or those close to him may die in future situations. After all, the youkai world was a 'dog eat dog' type of world.

To everyone in the Nura compound, Akihiro suddenly turned into a training maniac for no particular reason. His Grandfather just laughed while repeatedly saying, "Good!", or was just laughing at how pathetic Akihiro looked when he was trying to follow the different forms according to the [Fallen Sakura Sword Style].

His mother, Wakana, was against such training and tried to repeatedly stop Akihiro, nagging on how he won't grow tall in the future. But with how stubborn Akihiro is, he lightly brushed off all of the complaints, to not hurt his mother's feelings, and kept training.

Akihiro's father, Rihan, on the other hand, was quite suave with the whole training business, he even sparred lightly with Akihiro a couple of times. Which earned some pouts and light punches from his mother.

And the youkai? Well, they just sat by the side cheering him on, drinking, or... are passed out on the floor sleeping. 

Akihiro sighed as he thought about everything that happened over the past week. In fact, he found it weird how much he had changed. He even started to LIKE training. 

After doing all those sword swings, Akihiro started to do some stretches to ease his aching muscles. Obviously, he couldn't do 750 swings in one go. He broke it up into 3 parts and a short rest of about 5-10 minutes in between.

(A/N: For you guys who can't do this simple math, one part = 250 sword swings.)

" Young master! Here is a towel!" 

As normal Little Snow was as energetic and loud as ever. But she had a tint of red on her face, as Akihiro wasn't wearing anything on top. For Akihiro, it was always amusing to see her act like that, as the average 3-year-old girl might make a fuss about it or complain but not blush.

"Thanks again, Little Snow."Akihiro replied as he took the towel and started wiping off the sweat on his body. Akihiro already did 100 sit-ups and 50 push-ups, so he put his shirt back on after he wiped all of his sweat and went outside for a run. 

"Akihiro! Before you start running come and eat lunch!" 

Akihiro heard the screams of his mother and sighed as he headed back towards the dining hall together with Little Snow. That was the last straw for his mother, no matter what he had to eat 3 meals a day, at the right times. This was the requirement Wakana set if Akihiro wanted to continue and train.

To be fair, his mother's worries were very... reasonable. As a child who trains, starting from young, most likely won't grow tall in the future. So he didn't mind taking a bit of time out of his schedule to eat. Plus, a man can't train on an empty stomach.

When the duo entered the dining hall, his father was already there eating and feeding Rikuo at the same time. There was also some other youkai either eating or just chatting about. Akihiro found an empty spot near his father and sat down while greeting him. Naturally with Little snow right next to him.

"Hi, Dad/Good afternoon Rihan-sama!" Akihiro and Little Snow both greeted the black-haired man who had one eye closed...

"Good afternoon you two. How is your training Akihiro?" Rihan greeted back and asked a question.

"Just like yesterday, tiring." Akihiro gave a short reply to the question.

Akihiro focused on the food that was set before him by Kejoro. He thanked Kejoro and began eating.

"Akihiro, why did you starting to train yourself?" Rihan suddenly brought up the topic of Akihiro training.

Little Snow who was also eating, interested in the topic of the drastic change over the young master, perked up her ears. Before, he was a lazy boy who slept nearly all day long nearly anywhere he can lie down on, so it was understandable.

"... I just want to become strong I guess? Sort of like Gramps from the stories he tells me, perhaps?" Akihiro gave both the truth and a lie. 

It was true Akihiro wanted to be strong, but it wasn't because of the stories his grandfather told him about. He wanted to become stronger so he will have a higher chance of survival in the future and to protect his friends and family.

Rihan just gave a nod, but it seemed as though he knew Akihiro was lying. Meanwhile, poor Little Snow seems to have been tricked... once again.

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"Huff* Puff*" Akihiro was now jogging around the neighborhood.

Some pedestrians stared at Akihiro, as it was odd for a 3-year-old to be running around... with another 3-year-old. Yes, Little Snow being the 'cold' plaster she is, stuck right next to him trying her best not to get ditched by him again...

(A/N: Heh! Get it? 'Cold'? Yuuki-Onna? No? Ok... T.T)

Now Akihiro can easily run 200meters without wheezing like a balloon losing air, and he tries to run at least 1.6km a day. Little Snow is even having a hard time catching up with him now; Yuuki-Onna' are not physically strong youkai, but more (1)spiritually strong youkai.

After Akihiro's 1.6-1.7km run with Little Snow, he came back into the Nura compound with her on his back. 

'Aaahh! I am so embarrassed!' Little Snow couldn't help but scream in her mind.

She was the young master's aid and yet... he was giving her a piggyback ride. She was able to 'feel' the stares of the other youkai, as the young master carried her. She already knew she was going to be teased later by brute Aotabo.

'It does feel nice to be carried by Akihiro-sama... And he smells good too... Kya! What am I thinking!' Little Snow blushed as she buried her face on Akihiro's back, as her mind continued to wander.

The man himself, Akihiro, was completely oblivious towards how Little Snow was falling in love with him over time; not because of her mother's orders. 
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(1)Spiritual- By spiritual I mean something like Yuuki-Onna' ability to create ice or like the wind guy who can create wind(if you know who I mean). Think of mana, magic, chakra, etc. attacks, those would be considered 'spiritual'.

"You got lucky this time little red." As the steam started subsiding and disappearing, the silhouette of To-qe also started appearing for everyone to see, as he stood there with the Great Sword on his back and the white steam coming out of his body many people got the impression that he looked like some kind of berserker.

Loming who was watching this scene was angered knowing that his illusion was broken by this brute of a guy, he wanted to go forward and just fight it off with him but a hand blocked his path from doing so "Don't make any more trouble you two, the gate is about to open and anyone that make more fights than they should have will get kick out here, losing their right to enroll."

Loming knew what the disciple was talking about was right and that he wasn't kidding when he said that so he turned around letting his sleeves flapped around in the wind and left a few words when he left with the 2 men he was with "Watch your back out there."

To-qe snorted in response hearing what Loming had said and also turned around to leave that place, the disciple there looked at the 2 who was walking away and thought to himself while instructing the onlookers to form a line ---- The trials will be worth watching this time around, there are many hot-blooded people this year, should I invite senior brother Yong? ----

The onlooker settled down rather quickly when they were instructed, the others who had their companions and people with started talking about the earlier fight and of course the "Three Trials" that they would have to passes in order for them to become a proper disciple here.

"Did you hear that they change the last year's trial this time around? I heard that there were a lot of deaths last year a person who was there said that it was caused by a newcomer that had a powerful bloodline."

"Is that so, then will the "Magical Beast Hunt" taken out this year? Or will they take out the "Death Hike"? I want one of those two to be taken out because they cause the most casualties each year."

"No they won't will keep those trials for us to undertake, but the easiest trial this past hundred years that they had been doing was taken out and changed to something new, I don't actually know what it is but I heard that it would be something that had something to do with combat."

"What? Didn't you say that they changed it because there were many deaths last year? Why did they add something that can add to the body count?" 

"I'm not that sure but they say that the Academy doesn't want to half-ass the trials so instead of making it easier they made it harder in order to filter out the weak one and the people that have the talent for it. I don't have any problem with that, I will take the top 10 people and attract the eyes of the teachers and become a personal disciple."

"Stop talking trash, I will be the one to take it, you don't have the capabilities so just seat down here your only throwing your life away if you go and take this trial."

While the others were about to start another fight, one person who was shorter than the other present was making his way through the crowd as if he was running after someone, the young man was short but that was because he was young about 12 in age.

"Line up and maintain order, the registration is about to start don't be hasty and form 10 lines, to make things faster this year only people that have the strength of 4th level Body Refinement and above can participate this year, also be warned that the people that can become an inner sect disciple have been updated to a person that had entered the 3 main Classes." At this moment, a shout came from above attracting the gazes of many people.

Sounds of displeasure sounded out in the crowd because of the announcement, a sudden announcement happened at this moment and that announcement made many people that were below the 3rd level of Body Refinement unable to go through the trial and the requirement to become an inner sect disciple was also raised a real higher than it used to.

This made an uproar, but another shout of announcement came after the last one, this time the person that was behind the voice had a much aged voice than the first one "Young one's keep quiet, I will make this simple, for those that have a problem with this sudden announcement then leave here now, if you don't have the strength that we require then we don't need you, go to the "Dual Dragon School" if you don't want to be here, that is all for those that have the strength continue forward." 

The simple and straightforward announcement made the people who were causing an uproar to become quiet, people that only have the strength of 3rd level and below started leaving for those who have the strength of 4th level Body Refinement and higher didn't move from their position.

Many were still upset by the sudden change in the rules of the enrollment in the academy but for those that were upset they didn't have the courage to speak up, because the voice that just spoke was something infamous around the Green Forest City.

The voice that came from the academy rarely appears and it only does so when things in the front gate gets rowdy to certain extent, there was one time in the past that someone shouted back and that young man exploded then and there, there was also a time when there were some that didn't follow the instructions of that voice and got their arms broken.

Many complained when this happened that even some influential people in the City came themselves, but all of these people were met with disregard by the academy and just gave them a cold shoulder, some were angered so they started a commotion in the academy grounds, but when those people came out their arms were also broken the same way the young people had their arms broken.

Because of this stories and the authenticity that it held in the City, no more young people tried to disobey the instructions of that aged voice as they were afraid to get their arms broken and explode without warning.

This kind of thing should've made the academy's fame to fall short and even close down from getting people of power as an enemy, however against everyone's expectations the academy lived on and gained even more fame from this event.

Many youths thought that the academy was only showing their strength, this attracted many people, many youths to go and enroll to them and now after 200 hundred years the people had not forgotten about it, although they do not know whose voice it belonged to it didn't stop others to fear it and even revere once it showed up.

The disciples that were floating up in the air turned their gaze from the sky to the youths that were preparing to line up, they started giving out instruction to them and after a while, the order outside the front gate returned to normal.

The gates started opening for the youths who have been hoping for it to happen all watched as it open for them, their eyes glittered from excitement.

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Please Read: This novel has a history that it already had even before the main character of our story reincarnated, please note that. (I am mentioning this because a friend of mine said that this chapter mentioned something totally unrelated to the main character. Everything that is mentioned in the story have a connection in the future, no matter how little that it may be would still have a part in the future part of the story.)

He died at the hands of his eldest brother that he idolized all his life...

Dean looked at the leader of the True Dragon that was wreaking havoc in the Heavens Gate. 

He took one look at this giant beasts that span over 3 mountain range and made a conclusion "This guy is my dinner."

The Planet Toppling beast that destroyed many ancient sects and family. Carving fear at the hearts of many it was unrivaled.

"So so, it needed more saltiness. But wife could fix that for me."

The great Devouring Overlord of the Continent and the Heaven is truly willful.

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