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"What? You're the author of [Stories About The Ming Dynasty]. 

Returning home, Jiang Dejun walked in to be shocked by Jiang Cheng! 

Jiang Cheng was actually the author of [Stories About The Ming Dynasty].

"So the reason why you didn't go to Hainan with us, was because you actually wanted to stay home and write a novel? I thought you gave up on writing and wanted to become an actor?" Jiang Dejun asked, completely puzzled.

"Yeah, Xiao Cheng, are you picking up writing again?" Jiang Cheng's mother Gao Linlan asked puzzled.
 
"I never put it down and I still plan to act. I've had the idea for [Stories About The Ming Dynasty] for a while now but I was afraid of affecting my studies, so I pushed it aside till now!" Jiang Cheng lied.

"But when did you become interested in history? Let alone the Ming Dynasty?" Jiang Dejun quizzed, still with doubts.

"There's a quote online that sparked my interest and gave me inspiration - There is no China without the Qing Dynasty and no Qing Dynasty without the Ming Dynasty. I became very interested in the Ming Dynasty, so I collected information and began to write a book about the Ming Dynasty. A lot of it is thanks to your collection, Dad! Otherwise I couldn't find such a wealth of information on my own."  Jiang Cheng said, pointing to the thick stack of history books on the computer desk.

Bright Moon was his son.

Jiang Dejun thought, realizing the reality of his situation. He was stuck in two minds, pride and sheer surprise, his son had surpassed his expectations with this one. 
 
When he learned that Jiang Cheng wasn't just randomly hiding behind the scenes but in actual fact waiting for them to arrive back in order to discuss the matter of publishing. Jiang Dejun and Gao Linlan were relieved and the issue of publishing [Stories About The Ming Dynasty] became the main focus.

"I suggest you choose one of those large publishing houses. I think People's Literature Publishing House would be good. These large-scale publishing houses are generally more formal. They have their own sales models and networks, but they are also more prone to bullying. Their share splits are very low, and authors can generally only get 5 to 15% of book sales. 

Only well-known authors and novels can get over 15%. But the average author can only take less than 8%. So when you talk to these publishers, you must pay attention to grasp their bottom line and maintain your bottom line as well or else they will squeeze you dry." Jiang Dejun as an industry expert explained, giving advice.

"So that's how it is, what about those smaller publishing houses?" Jiang Cheng nodded. Fortunately, there was someone in his family who knew the inside story, otherwise he could have potentially lost several million. Because in his memory, sales for [Stories About The Ming Dynasty] in his previous life exceeded 10 million copies making it the best-selling historiography in 30 years.

"Well naturally, smaller publishing houses can't compete in terms of reach and network, which leads them to take more risks. These small publishing houses generally look for newcomers with potential to raise. Whilst also swooping in from time to time when those large publishing houses turn down less profitable books. They live in the cracks of the larger publishing houses. As for their share splits, it's slightly higher but overall pretty similar to those of larger publishing houses."

"Why don't they increase the percentage split to attract well-known authors?"

"It's not that they don't want to, but they don't dare. If they did, then they would have to face the joint suppression of the major publishing houses. Every industry has its own rules, and some rules can't be broken. "

Jiang Cheng understood the principle but seeing how badly authors were currently being squeezed, he couldn't help but feel slightly unresigned.

"Dad, what would you think about me handing over [Stories About The Ming Dynasty] to Southern Weekly for publication and distribution?" Jiang Cheng asked, putting forward his own idea.

Jiang Dejun said with relief: "As the CEO of Southern Weekly, naturally I would love to have [Stories About The Ming Dynasty] at Southern Weekly; but as your father, I have to remind you to think over your choices carefully before making a decision, after all, although Southern Weekly isn't small, it's definitely not a huge publishing house, so the benefits you could gain might not be comparable. I need to discuss it with your Uncle Xu, but I estimate that we can give you a maximum of 30%. This is because of your current popularity and the fact that you are family, otherwise it would be 20% at most. "

Jiang Cheng nodded seriously and said, "Understood, I'll talk to Uncle Xu then before making a decision."

Jiang Cheng a screenwriter is reincarnated to 2001, into the seventeen-year-old body of another Jiang Cheng. 

Clutching onto the dreams of his previous life he attempts to succeed where he previously failed. 

He starts from scratch, as a small-time screenwriter writing television shows and movie scripts. 

Filled with dreams of becoming a generational  entertainment legend and establishing an entertainment empire he takes the road to become the King of Film.

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*Discord: https://discord.gg/TeTKhzp

Why not try my other books: Angel of Death, King of Sports and Rebirth of the Entertainment Giant

Chapter 2. Back to the starting line (2)

Light novels in this world are quite similar to his previous world.

There were many similar genres like isekai, battle academy and mechs but the story in this world make more sense.

Light novels in his previous world often has plot holes but in this world, the plot holes are minimum.

But the overall quality of light novels are still less when compared to his world.

Most of the stories are of the harem and fantasy genre but there were not many novels he liked.

Rei was looking for a classic novel like «Sword art online» or «Konosuba» but there weren't many classics.

Although he found some good novels, they weren't able to captivate him like the light novels from his world.

As he was not finding any good novels, he started searching information about the publishing houses in Sakura island.

He found out that there are three major publishing houses in regards to light novels. 

The first was <Syotsu publishing>, it was a famous publishing house and has quite a reputation in the industry.

It also has produced many works and many promising authors wanted their books to publish in this company.

The second was the <GM publishers>, it was a publishing house which had grown in the last few years. 

It has published some bestselling novels which also had gotten adapted to animes.

The third was the <Shino medias>, it was a newly established publishing house which was just started 2 years ago but it had produced some good works.

It's best novel has been the «Mech contractors», a story about a 15 year old mechanic who got transported in the future.

The novel has been made into a manga and a anime series has also been announced.

That was the information Rei was able to find about the publishing houses and the novels.

He also noted down some information about the top literature books and some light novels, he will buy when he got his pocket money.

After doing that, he noticed that the day had already ended.

After eating dinner, he moved to his bed to sleep but he wasn't able to sleep.

It was a daily occurrence, Rei wasn't able to sleep properly as he was afraid that when he wake up tomorrow, he will be in his own world.

That was Rei's fear as he didn't wanted to go to his old life.

He started thinking about different things to stop him from sleeping but he wasn't able to stop himself from sleeping.

Like that, several days pass away. It was the start of his vacation, so there was no school. 

Rei was able to laze around everyday and think about his future.

He will sometimes read books he had bought from his savings and contemplate if he wanted to take the same path or not.

Rei knew he wanted to be a writer but he was too fearful to do it, he was scared of failure.

At one side he wanted to be a writer but the other side was telling him to be a star.

The previous host dreams and desires were still with Rei and he can't do anything about it.

There was a war going on in his insides. 

Rei started to notice that he would subconsciously always pick up a pen. His instincts were telling him to write but he didn't knew what to write.

"Ah, let's take the chance"

Finally, after struggling with it for some days, he finally made up his resolve to write.

He didn't knew if he will succeed or not but he will accept any result.

It was his second chance, he didn't wanted to waste it away.

As for becoming a star, he decided to take it one by one.

Now, the question was to what to write, Rei had several stories in his head but he didn't knew which to choose.

He also didn't knew if he will able to write like before. Because of alcohol and drugs, his writing had degraded and he wasn't sure if he will able to write like before.

That's why he decided to write famous novels to make his writing better.

Rei didn't get any cheat from his reincarnation but he did get something.

It was his mind, which was changed to become something like a memory chip.

Rei can literally remember everything that had happened in his previous life.

Not in brief but in full detail. If he tried to remember a book, he will able to recall all the lines of the book in a serial order. He was even able to tell where the commas would be.

He can recall every book, movie or song he had read or seen in full detail.

It was like his brain was a computer.

That's why Rei was able to easily copy the famous novels he had read in his previous life.

He started copying novels like «Harry Potter and the philosopher stone» and «Your name».

That's how he spent his remaining vacation. Copying works from his world and and writing his novel alongside it.

It was tiring to write everyday but he got used to it and the main reason he was doing it was because he was enjoying it.

He didn't have many friends, so he spent his vacation in his room only occasionally going out for his meals.

Although his parents were worried about him, he didn't care as he was really enjoying it.

He poured every bit of frustration he had with his life in his original work.

And after writing and revising for a whole month, his first book was finally completed.

-Inside a luxury cafe, East of the City of Manila-

Aurora 'Aura' Meyer had always been a failure of a writer. Her editor friend, Lucy Roces, was aware of it and this was the reason why even though their friendship was quite deep, the other party never brought up the matter of publishing Aura's book through their publishing house. 

"I say, Lucy, I'm pretty sure I'm almost there. My book is already half-way done and I only need another burst of inspiration to finish it."

"Are you still working on that same horror story? The one where the main protagonist is haunted by a black lady because of a curse or hex?" Lucy gave Aura a weird look. 

Lucy could still remember reading that half-done story due to Aura's nagging and it really left a huge impression on her. 

Her friend had the command of the language; however Aura, without being aware of it, was really not cut out for this profession as her stories were always bland, dragged out and full of loopholes. The first chapter is always one of the most important parts of a story. And Aura never failed to not realize that as her leading chapters were always without appeal. Lucy could perfectly relate to why no story of hers had been published.

"I plan to visit a really haunted place to get this burst of inspiration. My goal is to conduct my own research about ghost sightings and dig deeper regarding the very famous concept of voodoo and 'kulam'."

"Can't you just do internet research? You're a girl, going to dangerous places just to finish a book is totally pushing it." Lucy's voice was tinged with worry. 

"In this world full of billions of mysteries, if all people think like you, no more progress will be made and our civilization will be stuck to where it is currently at. You know, I believe that people should do more actual research than depend on others' already researched information. Having your own set of first-hand information is a thousand times better than getting others'. You also won't have to worry about accidentally infringing copyrights or patents. What say you? My dear friend, you can be relieved that no piece or part of the problem or topic is overlooked because if you are the one conducting the research, you'll immediately realize what you missed out."

Lucy, whose main source of income was to correct what the authors' missed out, frowned as Aura continued prattling.

"So far, it was estimated that only five million of the mysteries had been discovered. What I want to do is to conduct my own research and make some contributions....."

The aspiring writer then laughed. She grabbed her bag to bring out a book. "Hey, can you guess what this is?"

The editor merely shrugged. "We published that book so of course no one could be more familiar to that than me." It was titled 'Night of Terror' and the book was a compilation of horror stories Lucy's team had painstakingly gathered and edited to package into decent stories. Actually, more than half of the compiled stories came from a single person, a ghostwriter Lucy wished for others to have no more contact with.

"Some of the stories in this book are the same in terms of writing style and usage of vocabulary. I know the stories had been penned by the same person. Since you are the chief editor, can you arrange a meeting with the author?"

"No. He's a ghostwriter who doesn't want to be named. He feared bothersome people like you the most." Lucy answered without batting an eye. "You know, you have a rather good pair of eyes for editing. Why don't you just accept my offer and become my assistant editor?"

Aura laughed. "I'll consider that when our friendship ends. As for why, let me tell you. Friends are better having different careers to avoid comparison and some nasty troubles brought by competition. And hey, you said the author is a 'he'! How did you know so much about him, you even know he's someone who preferred not to meet bothersome people like me?" Mixed in Aura's tone was suspicion, as if the woman smelled some fishy odor between the lines. Unfortunately, her friend only raised her right brow.

Aura's lips twitched, knowing that her friend has no desire to continue that topic. She lamented how Lucy was so protective of that unnamed author. Could it be, there's a shady deal underneath? Aura's author's imagination became wild as stories starring her friend and the ghostwriter churned and turned inside her head.

"Since you are so hell-bent on doing your own research, when do you plan to leave and where?" 

"Tomorrow." Aura laughed. "I will go north. I intend to visit some famous haunted places like the Diplomat Hotel and the Laperal House. Then I will try to investigate if hexers and witches really do exist. Hopefully, the tribesmen near the City of Pines knew some information. Friend, wish me luck! I will not go back unless my book is finished. I hope when that time comes you'll reconsider publishing my book. Haha."

Lucy looked away. The editor actually was not expecting much from this failure writer friend of hers. Also, a secret she would never divulge to her friend was how her boss warned her about entertaining the publishing of Aura's books. She wondered if her boss had heard some weird rumors from the other publishing houses. She could only sigh as she studied her friend's expression who seemed too excited for the trip tomorrow.

[ Perhaps, when the time comes, my only option to show my support as her friend is by educating her on how to self-publish. ]

.....

After her meet-up with Aurora, Lucy Roces decided to visit the ghostwriter behind most of the stories of 'Night of Terror'. She first bought some chicken and vegetables for dinner which she planned to share with the ghostwriter before driving his apartment located on the outskirts of the city. An hour after, she was already parking her red car on the roadside.  

"Nathan! Nathan! Please hear me out! I beg you! Why can't you accept me again?! I'm sincerely sorry for what I did before. Can't you forgive me already? I'm begging you, please forgive me. I still love you! I really do!" A gorgeous sobbing woman pleaded to a neatly dressed man. 

"I'm sorry. I no longer have any feelings for you. I'm sure you understand that when you left me three years ago for a businessman you hooked up with, we're already over, and will never be together again." The man's face was devoid of any emotion. He showed the way out to the woman but the other refused to leave.

Lucy watched as the crying woman held onto the man's shirt, "Why!? You're being so heartless and stubborn, Nathan. Can't you really give me a second chance? I swear this time, I will be the best girl for you. I-I will do my best to make you the happiest man in the world. Please believe me. Give me a chance, okay? I will love only you and will never betray you." 

The man called Nathan blinked. He eyed her with a raised brow. "But you already betrayed me, no? And since you already did it once, you can surely do it again, and again. I'm sorry but my heart is not that big. It can only accommodate one faithful lover. My heart is also fragile so I don't want to enter an insecure relationship where betrayal and jealousy can happen at any time. I'm sorry. Even if second chances are easy to say and give, we still have to see whether the person is worthy or not."

Lucy only got out of the car once she confirmed that the woman had already been pushed outside the gate. She did not immediately walk over though. Lucy waited for the other woman to completely leave before approaching the man. 

"Is she your previous lover?" she asked as she watched the woman cursed and said something like 'You'll regret this!' before bolting away.

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*City of Manila - the capital of the Philippines

*kulam - witchcraft, puts emphasis on the innate power of the self and secret knowledge of Magica Baja or low magic. Earth (soil), fire, herbs, spices, candles, oils and kitchenwares and utensils are often used for rituals, charms, spells, and potions.

*City of Pines - Baguio City, a mountain resort city located in Northern Luzon, Philippines; known as Summer Capital of the country due to its cool climate.

*Diplomat Hotel - also called Dominican Hill Retreat House, a popular haunted hotel in the City of Pines due to many sightings of ghosts and other paranormal activities. It sometimes ranked number one in the list of Philippines' most haunted places.

*Laperal White House - a house owned by the Laperal clan in the City of Pines, believed to be haunted due to the role it played in World War 2.

Ley Baler died. 
However, he later discovered that he has nowhere to go because a war of goddesses erupted in the world of the deceased and destroyed the kingdom of the dead! 

Poor him and his fellow souls!

Thankfully, he got saved by another beautiful goddess and was even turned into a Skyworld dweller. However, since he is not a natural-born Anito, one of the lowest ranking races of the Skyworld, he would have to create followers and believers on earth. Otherwise, his weak spirit will slowly wane till it reduces to not even a speck of dust in the great wide universe.

The challenge though is that his powers have nothing to do with healing or anything useful. So how would he gather followers? What should he do with his abilities that are more suited for construction sites?!!!


Follow Ley's journey as he established his own church, discover why the kingdom of the dead was attacked, and attain real godhood through his weird, no, amazing abilities.

....
Once upon a time, The Creator willed the creation of the Three Great Worlds.

Once upon a time, the soul of a dead man turned into an Anito, a weak god of the land.

And once upon a time, a myth regarding manipulation of fate took its place in history as a young man created roads interconnecting people's destinies... 


PS: Pic is not mine. All credits to the creator.

...
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Jae-Sik hesitated in front of Gun-Ho's office before he entered the office.
"Hey, Jae-Sik, please come in. The guests already left."
Jae-Sik entered the office and sat carefully at the conference table in Gun-Ho's office.
"I talked with the lady president who used to work for KimBooks."
"That's good. So you found her phone number."
"My college friend who was my junior at that time happened to work for KimBooks at their editorial department. He also majored in creative writing like me. He made me promise to him that I wouldn't tell anyone that I got her number from him."
"Really? So what does that lady president say?"
"She said she wanted to have some time off from her work at first. And then, once she found out that the person who wanted to talk with her is the president of a big auto parts company, she seems to be interested suddenly."
"So is she willing to meet with me?"
"She said she would visit the company. It seems that she has already been contacted by so many swindlers who said they would want to start a publishing company with her. So, she wants to make sure that you are really the person who is running a big company."
"Haha, really? So when is she coming here?"
"She said she will be here by 2 pm tomorrow."
"That's good. You should be here by 2 pm tomorrow too, okay?"
"Okay, I will."
"Do you have any information on her? Like how old she is?"
"I don't know much about her, but as far as I know, she graduated from Ewha Woman's University; she should be in her late 40s. She has an extensive sales network in the publishing industry, and she has incisive eyes in selecting good books to publish."
"Haha. I see. Okay, I will see you tomorrow at my office."
 
Gun-Ho was dozing off in his office after lunch when Jae-Sik came with a lady. She was that lady president who was known to have the hand of Midas in the publishing field; her name was Jeong-Sook Shin. She looked proud and intelligent. She walked into the office with a long white scarf around her neck. Jae-Sik introduced her to Gun-Ho.
"She is the previous president of KimBooks. This is President Gun-Ho Goo of GH Mobile here."
She offered first her hands to Gun-Ho for a handshake.
"I'm Jeong-Sook Shin. Very nice to meet you."
"I'm Gun-Ho Goo. Please have a seat."
Jeong-Sook sat on a chair.
"I was surprised twice since I came to this company. At first, I was surprised by the size of the company. I was actually expecting to see a factory with several tens of workers, but there are 250 workers in this company. Second, I was surprised because the president of this big company is so young. When I heard that the president of a manufacturing company is interested in starting a publishing company, I expected to see an old man."
 
Gun-Ho picked up the book written by Professor Jien Wang—Economy Trend in China for the 21st Century and showed it to Jeong-Sook.
"A friend of mine in China wrote this book. I want to publish this book in Korea."
The lady was wondering.
"Are you saying that you just want to publish this book, rather than starting a publishing company?"
"Of course not. I want to publish books that are best-selling books on Amazon.com, starting from this book here. I heard you have discerning eyes for recognizing good books."
"Since you are running a big company, I suppose you have enough funds to invest. How much do you intend to invest in a publishing company?"
"How much do you think would be enough?"
"It will take a few months to publish a book, and you need to pay for the expenses including labor until then. You can assume that it will take at least 300 million won until a publishing company starts generating enough income to be self-sufficient."
"300 million won. Okay. With how much salary would you be happy to work with me in running a publishing company?"
"I don't remember telling you that I would work with you in running a publishing business. I just came here out of curiosity since I am taking my time off from work, and I heard someone in the manufacturing industry was interested in the publishing industry."
"I don't know anything about publishing business, but you have been in the publishing field for a long time, and you have extensive experience and discernment in selecting books. I will take care of the necessary funds. Would you work with me and start a publishing company?"
"I have a few conditions."
"What are they?"
 
"First, I don't want to be interfered in running the publishing company."
"That I can do. I can't interfere with something I don't know about. Moreover, I don't have time or energy to do so since I have another company that I need to run."
"Hahaha. That's the thing I like about. That's why I have declined many offers to work together in running a publishing company. I knew you wouldn't interfere in the publishing business since you have your manufacturing company to run."
"Is there a second condition?"
"I'd like to have a stock option in addition to a salary. The major reason why I quit KimBooks was that I couldn't reach an agreement with its president on a stock option. I want 10%."
Gun-Ho shook his head.
"I have a company in China, and I give a stock option of 5%. I can't give you more than that. I need to keep balance and fairness within my companies. Moreover, a publishing business requires me to take a high risk of failure, and the business is not a type of business that would generate substantial revenue."
"Okay, then I will take a salary plus 5% stock option."
"Okay, I will give you that. However, I have a few conditions as well."
"I am listening."
 
"I want you to let Mr. Jae-Sik Moon manage the editorial department."
"Mr. Jae-Sik Moon? Of course, I would love to work with him. He used to work in the publishing industry, and he is an award-winning author of a full-length novel as well. He has extensive work experience in editing as well."
"Secondarily, I know three people in a design company in Seoul. I want you to hire them."
"I can give them an opportunity to have an interview with me. I need to see them first before I can tell you whether I would hire them or not. However, since you recommend them, I will see their qualification favorably."
"I will provide you an office-tel that is located close to the Gangnam station in Seoul."
"Sure. An office-tel would be enough until the company becomes stable."
"Okay then. We will contact you as soon as we complete any administration work on our side. The capital of the company is 300 million won, and the company's name will be GH Media. We will register Gun-Ho Goo and Jeong-Sook Shin as the directors of the company. For any paperwork we need from you in order to register your name as the director of the company, you will be contacted by Manger Seong-Il Kang from GH Development in Seoul."
"Sounds good."
 
When Jeong-Sook and Jae-Sik walked out of Gun-Ho's office, Jeong-Sook asked,
"What does President Goo's father do?"
"President Goo is a self-made successful man."
"Wow! He is so young though."
"He has another factory being built right now; they will soon move to that location. The new factory is in Jiksan Town; he is building a highly advanced factory in a 5,000 pyung large land there."
"5,000 pyung? Wow, he is an amazing person. I don't understand why he wants to have a small publishing company though."
"Why not? He probably likes it a lot."
 
Gun-Ho made a call to his office in Seoul—GH Development. Ji-Young Jeong picked up the phone.
"How is the design company next door doing?"
"Nothing has changed yet, sir. The office is still closed temporarily."
"You said that you know well the person who worked for that company, right?"
"Yes, the person I am close to is the team leader of their design team."
"Can you tell her to come to the office? Tell her that I will acquire that design company."
"Sir? Are you going to buy that design company?"
"Yes. I will be there by noon today. Tell her that I want to meet with her at noon if she doesn't have any prior engagement."
"Sure, I will let her know."

This is the story of a poor young man whose poverty even shreds apart their family willing to climb his way through society and into the top. A very realistic novel that moves away from fantasy and sci-fi and focuses solely on the issues of society and life.

"This White Room feels like a classroom, don't you think so, my dear? We got an unseeing lecturer and there are only two students here in this realm of yours. Hehehe." Heather was gleefully swinging left and right on the revolving high backed seat this time and she used her feet to control the movement so it would not spin out of control like the earlier time...!

"Yeah, it feels like so. Well, Ceres, you can begin right now." I called out and soon, Ceres was moving a kind of cute little hand across the screen and pointed to each of the following items as we repeated what she had explained like mouse, keyboard, CPU and monitor screen.

I wanted very much to ask her how come this little cute thing with two buttons and without a tail could be called a mouse but Heather beat me to it. 

Heather lifted it up and looked at the underside, only to find a red tiny light underneath and there's no legs or any gender to indicate if the mouse she was holding was male or female. 

There wasn't a tail to it but somehow the mouse looked like a mouse if the two small buttons in front could be considered as its eyes, even though it was missing a head and the buttons were facing upwards...!

Everything was cordless and we were soon introduced to the keyboard as Heather lifted it up and place it on her lap instead. The keyboard had a back-light and the keys illuminated in the low light environment of the White Room. 

What we had seen on the big screen before us was exactly the same as what we see on our monitor screen. Those little cute figures on the screen were called icons and all the necessary icons were there — word processing, desktop publishing and even a drawing program that had a palette of colours and a paintbrush on it. 

We were told to move the mouse on the surface and we watched the same cute little hand moved along the monitor screen. The buttons on the mouse were used to click on the icons to activate the program. 

I looked at the keyboard and decided to place it on my lap too, just like that Heather was doing and the feel of the light and strong material looks rather pleasing to the touch and sight. 

I saw the keyboard had a clickety feeling to it and when I pressed on it, it came back right up immediately. It seemed that there's a little something underneath the keys they make them bounce back once it's being depressed. 

After we had been shown of the full introduction of the personal computer, we now moved on to moving the mouse around and the little hand that moves across the screen was known as the pointer. 

"We will now do a simple word processing where you would be learning how to type. The Shift button makes the words to be in uppercase when depressed and the Caps Lock key would make the whole words to be in uppercase throughout until you depress it once more."

"Pressing the Shift button allows you to insert special characters on the top row of your keyboard and releasing it would insert the normal numerical instead." 

"Now, what I want you to do is to move your mouse and hover the little pointer over the 'W' that signifies the word processing program and click the left-hand button once." 

Ceres was guiding us on how to coordinate the movements of the little pointer across the screen, activating the program, bringing up the word processing blank screen before us in the monitor screen and then, we would soon be madly hitting the keys like a chicken pecking for food on the ground, with two hands and one finger each at a time...! 

Within a short period of time, we were able to hit the keys and type out our names, learn how to clear the screen back to its normal state, learning how to cut and paste and lastly how to click and drag to highlight the words on the screen to adjust the fonts and its size. 

There weren't many fonts on the screen (maybe to keep up with the current fonts from the Gutenberg machine) but we were able to make huge sizes of our names and then highlight the whole name to add bold, italic or strikethrough styles. 

We were having fun using the word processing program and before we knew it, an hour had passed since Ceres and taught us on how to use the desktop publishing program where we could insert some images that were found in the library. 

The only thing is to remember what kind of icons to press because Heather was seamlessly printing her name as well as our children's name.

 It seems that she had used all the colours that are available on the program and wanted to make labels for the twins. 

Ceres concluded that the visual tutorials and I turned to Heather as I told her we could come back here and practise some more. I juggled the boxes of medals in front of her to remind our main purpose of coming to this realm and she slapped her forehead, totally forgetting about our main intent...! 

"Ooh... Ooh... Sorry dear, this machine here is really fun to learn and see how many prints that I had made from small to biggest. Hahaha. The children could have these to learn their alphabets and also to read out and see how their names would look like when it's printed this way...! "

Heather was happily collecting all the printouts and placed them on the handcart as she pushed it near me. "Let's go to the Fusion Chamber now my dear. We could run a few machines to reproduce these medals, am I right?" 

"Yes, my honey bunny... Let's go then. We got 2 more hours here and I wonder how long we need to spend while waiting to reproduce these medals." I beckoned to Heather to come closer as I clicked on the information system panel and slowly swipe the room to our intended destination. 

Once we had reached there, I placed the printouts elsewhere as I place 4 empty crates near 4 machines. "Let's do a test reproduction and see how well it does and how long it takes to complete one. I intend to make 200 Macleod Star medals, 500 Bronze Good Service Medals, 200 Silver Good Service Medals and lastly 50 Golden Good Service Models." 

"Since we had successfully brought these medals to this realm, I don't think we would have any problems to make reproductions of these medals and bring it back with us once it's completed."

"Come, dear, you take two medals and then follow my instructions." I motioned her to take the bronze and silver gold service medals that would be reproduced 500 and 200 sets respectively. 

She went to one machine, opened the sliding door and placed the bronze medal together with its mini ribbon clasp and the box holder too and closed the sliding door of the machine.

 Upon my instructions, she turned the first dial to duplicate, then multiple and lastly accessories. She checked the dial for the quantity and turned to 500. 

She had made sure that the medal inside the machine was bronze as her hand held the silver one and once she had confirmed of the process, she pulled the lever. 

Immediately the machine hummed slightly as the revolving lights in front of the label moved around clockwise and she discovered that a single revolution means a single item had been duplicated. 

The empty crate that was placed in the marked out area on the floor remained empty as she moved on to the next machine and related the process.

 After doing so for the Silver Good Service Medal, she turned the dial to 200 before she cranked the lever towards her. After she had done so, I was pretty sure that she would have no problem to continue the test of the medals in my hand as I handed them to her instead. 

She gladly took them from me and proceeded to place them into the machines for the Golden Good Service Medal and for the Macleod Star medal too.

 After doing so, she brushed her palms together and bounded next to me as the machines were slowly doing their work for us. 

"Let's go back to the White Room dear... There's so much I want to do and haven't finished what I was doing."

"I wanted to see what the desktop publishing program could do since I clicked on the image library and found thousand of pictures I could insert in."

"Since the words could be used to be enlarged or shrunk, I think the images could be done the same way too...! "

Heather was literally bounding beside me like a small little girl and her ample bosom was running against my arm, even though I was wearing the full suit of armour still. Her bounciness could really give someone a nose bleed...!

I nodded my head as I looked at my information system panel and clicked back to the White Room where we were when we arrived earlier. Heather was excited as she released my hands and bounded back to her seat and started to call up the desktop publishing program by clicking on it.

It seemed that she had more ideas than me as I sat down and stared instead at the machine after I had taken a cup of hot tea and was calmly sipping on it.

"What are you thinking of Audemars. I wasn't able to read your mind right now at all." Ceres sounded in my mind since it's rather personal and doesn't want to disrupt Heather who was hitting the keyboard with her fingers as she moved some images over around the screen.

"I don't know, Ceres. It seems that this environment before me is very familiar. Not the setting but the way I'm sitting here in front of this machine is like I was used to this type of environment as if I was used to working in such places before."

I reached my hand out to the sides of the seat I was sitting on and I felt some lever were there. Subconsciously I moved my hands and pulled back a lever and the seat I was sitting on dropped lower by a few inches.

I raised my butt off the seat and pulled the lever once again and the seat raised back to its normal position. Heather turned her head and looked at the commotion and she too tried to pull the lever at the sides of her seat but instead of bringing it up and down, the seat suddenly inclined backwards, making Heather scream for help again...!

Heather didn't notice that I was actually pulling the other lever but Heather was pulling the one that makes the seat incline backwards and forwards. I went over to Heather and adjusted the seat for her once again and she was looking rather pale as she thought that the seat would make her fall backwards.

This little silly girl... Hahaha...!

I returned back to my seat and I held the mouse in my right hand. Somehow the feeling of holding such things like the mouse and keyboard was like a part of my original self before I started to transmigrate through multiple characters and parallel universes.

I looked at the many icons on the screen before me and I saw a blue colour orb which I recognised as a globe with the words 'WWW' underneath it. I wanted to click on it but the words seemed to be greyed out.

"I'm sorry Audemars, but you won't be able to access the Internet and the world wide web. It's unavailable here in this era and the information that you may receive would be like a few hundred sets of encyclopedias filled  to the brim...!"

"Tell me Ceres, who am I in the past? Is there's any way I could recollect some information to know who I was from the start and I am sure I don't happen to start this life in the Polynesian era, am I right?"

I asked since I am rather curious as there might be some clues to know who I was before. Did something happen to me that threw me to the first transmigration trip to the Polynesia Islands where I started to learn about meditation, opening the chakra points and also the third eye?

"I won't be able to answer that question that's lingering inside your mind because I was only created recently when I was the former self in the parallel universe as Audemars Macleod too."

"Max existed before this and the only person that could answer any questions that you may need to find the solution is you, Audemars. You yourself hold the key to the information that is safely tucked away at the back of your mind."

"Sigh... How I wished you could be more transparent, Ceres." I let out a long sigh audibly and Heather glanced back at me and wondered why I was sitting there doing nothing at all.

Heather was intent to perform her desktop publishing programs and from my angle, I could see that she had done quite a lot of things on the screen. Guess she had gotten a good grip on the task at hand even though she was only at it for an hour.

Smart and bright, my dear little Heather... Hahaha.

During the period of 1337-1453, a terrible war broke in Medieval England and that period was called (Hundred Year's War) and a huge turmoil ensued between the England and France with the involvement of rebels as well as opportunists. 

Prince Audemars Macleod, a descendent of King Richard Macleod of Darlington had barely managed to escape with his life when the Manor he was living in was besieged by rebels in 1440, when he was just barely 18 years old.

Let us travel through time and relive the experiences of this young Prince as he was forced to 'banished' and survive with some followers they entrusted their lives with him.

Little did he realise that he was actually living in the past of his future and had no recollection of anything except when he was narrated by a Seer that had been inducted as a permanent resident of the town he founded later.

*This is a fictional world. Most plants, vegetables, fruits and certain animals didn't exist in England that time.

*Almost all novels start off with a system. This does not reveal any hint of a system until you get to almost halfway through the novel. 

* Mobsters are included in the later chapters of this novel too. 

*This is a slow grind so bear with it as the storyline develops. Thank you and happy reading...

The manager sighed and felt worried. If his employees hadn't consulted him and went to publish the news, his media company would have been doomed. 
Everybody knew that the president loved his wife a lot, and he definitely wouldn't dig his own grave. 
He didn't even know if the documents were true or not! Even if they were, he didn't dare to publish it too. 
His company didn't need to exchange that risk for the boost in sales and viewership. 
"Only idiots will report on it! If you're not an idiot, go back and do your job well! You should just destroy such information. You can only report on how wonderful the president and his wife are. Pretend you've never seen anything else." 
"Yes, sir." 
Meanwhile, other media companies adopted the same strategy too. 
Reading through their almost-released news, the boss of one of the companies raged. "A whole bunch of morons! Why did I even hire all of you? How could you even think of publishing such news? Are you running out of materials to write about?" 
"Look at all of you! Have you lost your mind? Should you be reporting about such news?" 
"Your heads have gone all rusty! You're just sending yourselves to your own graves! Do you know what you're doing? Do I have to spell it out for you?" 
"I'm so exasperated! It's a good thing I found out before the news was released. Just wait to be fired!" 
"You're making me so mad! You don't put in effort in your work and just think of exploiting opportunities. You can't report on this!" 
"Who agreed to publishing this? Own up now! Who wrote this article? I'm taking away your pay this month. Count your lucky stars that I didn't fire you! I slogged so hard to set up this company. Do you think that money comes by so easily?" 
"I still want to work for several more years, but all of you are making things so difficult for me! It's so annoying!" 
…
Every single media company in Country X collectively chose to ignore those documents, destroying it instantaneously. 
He Meichun and Chi Jiajia waited gleefully for the news to go viral. After waiting for a day, they still hadn't heard anything, so she asked her subordinates to check on it. They told her that no one would ever report on the first lady's news. 
Chi Jiajia was so livid that she slammed her head against the railings. She had truly underestimated Bai Yaoyao's influence. 
If they won't report on it, she would do it herself. With the internet, she could post anything she wanted to. 
But Chi Jiajia wasn't stupid too. In order not to reveal her IP address, she found a computer elsewhere and uploaded Bai Yaoyao's information. 
After that, Chi Jiajia immediately returned to the Chi family. 
Upon arrival, she switched on her computer and realized that within this short period of time, her post had already amassed thousands of comments and views. The hits were growing exponentially. 
Chi Jiajia burst out laughing. "Bai Yaoyao, let's see what you can do now. You want to become the first lady? Dream on!" 
He Meichun watched by the side and gloated happily. "Jiajia, you're so smart." 
… 
Meanwhile, Bai Yaoyao was choosing accessories at home and didn't know what was happening online. 
"Bixue, he prepared so much jewelry for me. My head is spinning just looking at all of it." 
"You can just choose a few that you like." 
Bai Yaoyao picked up the jewelry box and said, "I think I prefer a simpler look. I don't really care about such materialistic things." 
When Duan Yanhao returned, he overheard her words. Walking towards her, he said, "I care, even if you don't. I don't want you to be deprived of anything. I can give you anything in this world." 


Yun Bixue is in dire straits—
Her fiancé has abandoned her for the country’s top socialite. Worst of all, her family has been declared bankrupt, and the media has forced her into desperation. In her desolation, she seeks help from the powerful Young Master Xie, and gains strength through her marriage with him during her lowest period. From that day onwards, she eggs herself to grow stronger to become the best wife for her husband.

This novel is a sweet, sugary book. There are no heart-wrenching scenes or misunderstandings.

Sugary Scene
Yun Bixue: "Limo, aren't you going to ask who I met today?"
Xie Limo: "It doesn’t matter who you met. What matters is that you’re here by my side now."
Yun Bixue "Limo, let's make a pinky promise. In the future, I will trust you, and you will trust me too. We will not allow external factors to affect our home, and we’ll be just like the saying 'if you do not abandon me, I will always be at your side until the end of my life'.”

Xie Limo met Yun Bixue's determined gaze and without thinking, he reached out his finger and sealed the promise before intertwining their fingers together.  

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