what if the world of black Lagoon got a new character plucked from this world and given new memories and skills of that of a highly skilled individual before being thrown into the shit, protected by the Author God he will thrive and have a hell of a good time doing it all, can anyone stop him...Nope

Getting a second chance in life, Fan Lingxin swore to take revenge against the people who betrayed her. 

Her best friend who seduced her fiancee, her mother-in-law who schemed, and her parents who dared to sell her off! 

...Huh? Their roles have been switched?

Unexpectedly, Fan Lingxin reincarnated into the body of her best friend! 

"How surreal to see myself... I will become the best best friend!"

Betrayal? No, why would I betray myself? 

Scheming? I will stop them before it impacts me! 

Husband? I will find someone else!

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Eric reached the pinnacle of his life. All the efforts climbing up the ladder brought him to this point of success and it was worth it.
Like a mafia boss who had attained notorious fame and spread fear, he terrorised his authors yet he was still the most acclaimed, famous and successful editor of all times.
Not even the most popular authors could throw him off the top spot he proudly claimed as his.
Eric had everything, he was rich, he was young and unbelievably craved by all the women in the world.
Charismatic, handsome and kind were words that hung like clouds over his head. Not a single bad word was written about him in the media and the press fought to write the most flattering articles about him.
If there was a person in this world who was the literal depiction of a saint, the whole world would point at Eric.
If the devil came to claim the most loved person in the world, every human would throw themselves in front of Eric and gladly offer their soul to the devil in hopes to let this pure soul of Eric's stay untainted and undevoured.
Indeed, everyone would. Everyone that didn't know Eric personally.
There were always exceptions. Each coin had two sides just like how Eric had two faces.
A tyrant, a bastard and a scum were words that circled him like a devious chant to curse him and every now and then, random voodoo dolls hung in obvious parts of the office.
Just like Eric was loved by everyone in the world outside his office, he was immensely hated inside his office.
Every author he was in charge of, loathed him with a passion. The fact that it was thanks to him they all became successful didn't matter it the face of their dignity sullied and their humanity trampled on, questioned if they even were seen as living human beings.
While Eric sat like an arrogant CEO in his office, he enjoyed the beautiful view of the large window in front of him. The sun was going down, dying Eric in a blood orange shine. Eric wasn't a successful editor for nothing. He was a hard worker who deserved to be the top editor.
"What a great view," Eric toasted to the window with his wine glass and twirled it in his hand before gulping it down.
What a delicious taste. The whole sonata of his anguished authors made him smile. Ah yes, the suffering of the authors was pure ecstasy to him.
Eric himself didn't know why he hated authors so much. Maybe because something bad happened in his past life but Eric didn't believe in this bogus hogus.
All he cared about was to see those trash authors suffer even more. Their stories only became famous and popular because of him. Eric had the perfect talent and skill, the nose to know what made a great story. The public knew it and the authors bitterly knew it too.
"Wonderful," trashing the authors in his mind exhilarated him and Eric always had the habit to mumble to himself like an evil mastermind.
Knock. Knock. A knock on the door appeared.
"Come in," Eric haughty turned on his chair and put the wine glass down on his large ebony table. His office was sleek black and a few plants stood at the walls.
The door opened and a tall woman in a tight pencil skirt came in. Her pretty face was framed by her blonde hair and her hour-glass body was particularly eye-catching. She was the hot assistant every successful businessman had to have.
"Boss, you have the event tonight. Do you want me to call the car now?"
"Ah, I'm too popular," Eric sighed as if he was truly pained about that. His assistant remained motionless but inside she spit incessant cusses and slurs.
If it wasn't for the good pay and Eric's handsome face, she would've long thrown this job away, thrown herself at him and gotten a one-night stand and then run off to live on an island.
"It's really a problem, boss."
"Well," Eric sighed, "Cancel it. I still got my stuff to do."
"Of course, boss," the assistant left.
Eric still had several revisions to go through and he couldn't miss out on the opportunities to tear his authors down.
An hour passed and another knock appeared. Was it his assistant again?
"I'm really too popular," Eric was as delusional as always, "Come in."
But instead of his hot assistant, it was a young male with messy short black hair and a quite handsome face. His cheeks were red and he looked nervous enough to let the envelope he held slip.
Where did this clown come from? But Eric gave the young male a beautiful smile and the male's eyes slightly shook. Yes, be amazed by my beauty.
Eric already knew what this guy wanted. It was obvious and Eric would play it like always, be the perfect angel the public made him out to be before he viciously tore them down and shut them down forever.
Yes, this newbie was an author. Fresh blood to prey on.
"Hello there," Eric motioned the anxious male to take a seat, "Would you like some water?"
"Y-Yes please," the male slowly nodded.
Eric poured him some water, "Are you here to hand in a manuscript?"
"Y-Yes! Are you ok with that?"
"Ok with that?
Eric slightly raised his eyebrow. This fellow didn't come through her assistant? Then how the hell did he get in? This building was properly watched by tight security.
On top of that, Eric's office was on the bloody 60th floor, so how the hell did this guy make it past the security? However, Eric didn't bother with the details and instead focused on his act, "Of course, I'd love to."
"Here it is!" the male's hands were trembling so much that Eric literally felt it just by touching the envelope.
"Then let's get started," Eric opened the envelope and read the first page. Trash Trash Trash.
Cliché. Already written before. Already seen a 100 times.
Eric had some hopes for this guy seeing how he just dared to march in but instead a load of shit farted right into his face. Eric sighed and then the angel made way for the demon.
"Lemme put it bluntly," even Eric's warm and amicable tone and way of talking changed to a mocking and crude one, "It's straight up shit. If I gotta use an analogy, it'd be shitting gold compared to shitting diarrhoea, you know what you are?"
"W-What?" the male was visibly confused.
"Boy, all authors are shit. Thus they can only shit. The difference is in what they shit out. By best, they can be milked by shitting, ok? Some gold bars, that's where the vulnerable poopers known as authors become famous. Then there are the diarrhoea shitters like you, polluting the brilliant bathroom and clean toilet bowl the writing stands for, thinking their stinky diarrhoea is fairy dust. Get yourself a life and fuck off."
Eric gulped down the wine and his sharp eyes mocked the male who was flustered then offended. Eric said such vulgar words with such a casual tone. It was a stark contrast to his handsome appearance.
"I...see," the male tried to compose himself and stretched out his hands, "Can I get my manuscript back?"
"This shit?" Eric thought for a while before grinning, flashing his brilliant white teeth, "I'm in a bad mood thanks to reading your trash. This'll make me feel better."
Eric ripped all hopes of the author into tiny shreds. The white scraps of paper floated in the air before the male who had red eyes now. Yes, this was what Eric wanted to see. The authors humiliated.
"You didn't have to go so far, you... you bastard!" all the respect and admiration the guy had for Eric vanished, "Just you wait! I'll curse you! I curse you in the name of the son of the Demon Lord! You'll be cursed!"
"Boohoo, I'm so scared," Eric yawned and picked up his phone to call his assistant, "Got another case here. Take care of it. Don't let the public figure out."
The proud Eric would soon realise what blatant mistake he did. His fate was sealed.

As the most successful editor, beloved by the whole world, touted as the holy angel, Eric dared to offend everyone under heavens and hell!
Nothing new. Only problem is, well... this time... the person he offended is... this handsome, self-proclaimed Demon Lord in his office!

Demon Lord: My son cursed you, so I came to take you away.
Eric: Yeah, no thank you.
Yet the demon lord doesn't take a no.
Eric: Then why did you ask in the first place?
Demon Lord: Because I wanted to charm you.
Eric: You have no charm. Grow a pair of boobs, then come ba-

Next second, Eric finds himself in the Demon World. His punshiment? To make the aspiring demons proper authors. Only then can Eric escape. But the thing is, Eric has to teleport into each story to edit it!

The even bigger problem, the Demon Lord seems to follow him!

"Excuse me, good sir, why the hell are you the final boss in every story that I've to seduce? Please get out of here and do your duty as the Demon Lord! Stop making all the students write about you!"

Yet the biggest problem the whole universe ever had to face, all the demons... seem to want him!

"This is not a breeding ground. Thank you. Please kindly fuck off. My body is not for your lusting entertainment!!!"


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Disclaimer: This has steamy scenes and loads of profanities. Read at your own risk and be ready to have your sanity and integrity questioned.

The second book in the 'Scum Series'. You don't need to have read the first book to read this but it's a damn, funny, bs book, so read it as well- 'Shameless transmigration' it's called.

Picture doesn't belong to me. Credit to artist.

On March 30, 1820, Anna Sewell was born into a devoutly Quaker family. Her mother, Mary Wright Sewell, was a successful children's book author. Sewell was mostly educated at home and did not attend school for the first time until she was twelve years old. Two years later, she seriously injured both ankles in an accident. From then on, Sewell had extremely limited mobility; she required crutches and could never walk great distances. 

SAnna_Sewellewell resorted to using horse-drawn carriages for transportation. Soon she fell in love with horses and became deeply concerned about their humane treatment. That concern led her to undertake the children's classic Black Beauty. Sewell undertook the novel not for children, but for those who cared for horses. She said her "special aim [was] to induce kindness, sympathy, and an understanding" toward equines. But when Sewell began the novel in 1871, her health was already failing. At first, she narrated the story to her mother. In 1876, Sewell began writing on small slips of paper, which her mother would then transcribe. 

Sewell completed Black Beauty in 1877, only five months before she passed away. She did, however, live long enough to enjoy the book's initial success. Though Sewell finished only one novel during her lifetime, that book has survived as a wonderful literary legacy.

Sewell is one of many legendary authors who managed to publish only a single novel during their lifetime. Here are a couple more examples of such authors.

Edgar Allan Poe
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One of the earliest American authors to embrace the short story, Edgar Allan Poe was a master of suspense and horror. He's credited with originating detective fiction and contributing to the evolution of science fiction. A truly prolific author, Poe was the first American author to earn his living (paltry though it sometimes was) through writing. Yet he only wrote one novel: The Narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym of Nantucket (1838). Jules Verne would later write a sequel in 1897 called An Anarctic Mystery, but also known as The Sphinx of the Ice Fields. 

Emily Brontë
Like her sisters, Emily Brontë originally published under a more androgynous pseudonym. When Wuthering Heights was published in 1847, it bore the name of Ellis Bell. The novel met with mixed reviews from critics, who mostly found the book unbelievable and even scandalous. In a later edition, Charlotte Brontë wrote a preface to the novel, defending her sister's work. Unfortunately Emily would not survive to write another masterpiece; she died of tuberculosis only a year after Wuthering Heights was published. 

Oscar Wilde
Oscar Wilde wrote plenty of plays and poetry, but The Picture of Dorian Gray (1890) would be his only novel. It didn't win Wilde any friends with literary critics, who called the novel everything from "effeminate" to "unclean." Always eager to please, Wilde revised the novel but directed the rest of his energies to plays and poetry. During Wilde's lifetime, he would be best known for these, but it was Dorian Gray that earned Wilde a place in the literary canon. 

Margaret Mitchell
Margaret Mitchell had never wanted to publish a novel, but then a colleague expressed doubt that Mitchell could accomplish such a feat. Gone with the Wind was published in 1936, propelling Mitchell to the exact kind of fame she had wanted to avoid. She won the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction in 1957. 

Gone with the Wind has remained one of the bestselling books of all time. Mitchell, who hated being in the limelight, refused to publish another novel and had little time to reconsider—she died at age 49, after being struck by a car. Her novella Lost Laysen was published posthumously in 1996. 

Ross Lockridge, Jr
Though Ross Lockridge, Jr. has yet to become a household name, the author received considerable acclaim for his first novel, Raintree County, published in 1948. The book is often considered a Great American Novel, placing Lockridge in the illustrious company of legendary authors like Mark Twain and Ernest Hemingway. Raintree County topped the New York Times bestseller list and was adapted for the silver screen in 1951. But it would be Lockridge's last work; he committed suicide only three months after Raintree County was published. 

Ellison_JuneteenthRalph Ellison
When Ralph Ellison published Invisible Man in 1952, it met with almost immediate acclaim. It won the U.S. National Book Award for Fiction in 1953. Ellison continued to write, hoping to match the success of his debut novel. But in 1967, a fire in his home destroyed Ellison's second manuscript. Ellison persevered, eventually producing a new manuscript that sprawled to over 2,000 pages. After he died, the manuscript was condensed, edited, and published as Juneteenth. 

Boris Pasternak
Boris Pasternak is remembered as a titan of twentieth-century poetry. It's no wonder that his attempt at a novel would be nothing short of spectacular—yet Dr. Zhivago (1957) was almost not published at all. The manuscript had to be smuggled out of Russia and published abroad. In 1958, Pasternak was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature, and his latest novel certainly contributed to the Swedish committee's decision. Unfortunately the Russian government disapproved of Pasternak's perspective, and he was forced to decline the Nobel Prize under threat of punishment. 

Harper Lee
Since Harper Lee published To Kill a Mockingbird in 1960, it has become one of the most popular and enduring works of American literature. The novel earned the 1961 Pulitzer Prize for Fiction and consistently finds its way onto school reading lists. In 2007, Lee was awarded the Presidential Medal of Freedom for her contribution to letters. Lee published a second novel the year before her death, but circumstances surrounding it are murky at best. Although Go Set a Watchman was marketed by its publisher as a sequel to Lee's magnum opus, we now know it was merely a rough draft for To Kill A Mockingbird. 

It's unclear why Lee never published again between Mockingbird and the release of Watchman, though she did spend several years on a novel called The Long Goodbye before abandoning the project. Lee has made another mark on literature thanks to her friendship with Truman Capote, whom she assisted in researching In Cold Blood. 

John Kennedy Toole
When A Confederacy of Dunces was published in 1980, it earned author John Kennedy Toole a posthumous Pulitzer Prize. The brilliant but troubled Toole had finished the novel much earlier. But the stress of consistent rejections from publishers wore on Toole, as did other aspects of his life. He committed suicide in 1969. The book was published thanks to the hard work of Toole's mother and has since been recognized as an outstanding work of twentieth-century American literature.

Thanks to Adnan's teachings about how to use the power of order, Shousei Maishi successfully used the power of order to cancel his transformation as a trap character and return to his original form, an office worker wearing a suit.
Imai Yoshida similarly succeeded in canceling his transformation. He transformed from a blue cell phone into his original self, a middle-aged man wearing a jacket and eyeglasses.
Miyabi could have returned to her original form as well. However, Adnan recommended that she maintain her Demon Fox form until the end as this would improve her overall power level.
Right after that, this world began to completely collapse.
Everyone heard a tremendous thunderous explosion at this moment. They saw many dimensional tears appearing in the banquet hall!
The blonde curly-haired prince waved his hand and wiped away the dimensional tears. He then lifted his hands and made an action that appeared like he was ripping something in midair.
*Crack crack crack…* The center of the banquet hall's extravagant ceiling slowly tore apart to reveal a large black void hole. There were numerous red dots of light swirling around in this hole.
"Now, I need to completely concentrate on casting the spell that will allow me to return to my original world… I'll be counting on all of you to protect me," he stated sincerely to everyone. He then pointed towards Miyabi and the other authors.
Miyabi and the other authors immediately began to glow red as they received the final remnants of the power of order that Adnan possessed in this world.
Then, Adnan glanced over at Seiji one final time before he closed his eyes.
A black light then began emitting from Adnan's body that formed into a faint line which gradually started reaching for the void hole in the ceiling.
*Boom!!*
The banquet hall door was busted open, numerous skeletons rushing in at once!
Miyabi was the quickest to react. She waved at the banquet hall door, instantly fixing it with the power of order.
Seiji, Natsuya, and the others defended against the onslaught of skeletons. They were soon able to defeat all the skeletons.
Nomura and the other authors also began working on maintaining the stability of the banquet hall with the power of order.
However, the calmness was only a short respite. Numerous dimensional tears appeared yet again in the banquet hall together with another thunderous explosion!
Miyabi and the others were forced to concentrate on fixing the dimensional tears first. This immediately caused a large number of skeletons to break through the banquet hall door as well as the walls!
Behind the skeletons were armored zombie knights as well as zombie girls wearing school uniforms!
Seiji, Hitaka, and Rana—the three Spirit-branded Retainers—acted as the vanguard on the frontlines. Shika, Matsutani, and the ghost child Ya-chan acted as the midline support for the frontline. Natsuya acted in the rear by herself, supporting everyone.
With two reliable warriors like Hitaka and Rana supporting him, as well as Shika and Natsuya backing him up, Seiji felt that battling here went incredibly smoothly.
First, they focused on decreasing the number of skeleton mobs, which were the weakest and most numerous. Then, they slew the zombie girls, and finally defeated the zombie knights. Seiji's team was as unstoppable as a flowing river!
'I can reach Challenger rank with such a team behind me!
'Cough, I should stop getting sidetracked.'
This was only the second wave of enemy monsters. The most dangerous stuff would definitely come after.
A new enemy troop type appeared in the third wave of enemy monsters: magic crossbow-wielding zombie soldiers! These enemies evidently came from Nomura's story setting.
These soldiers posed little threat by themselves. However, they were incredibly numerous and quite dangerous in large numbers when they all focused fire. They became the top priority to eliminate.
A battle-hammer-wielding minotaur zombie boss monster appeared in the fourth wave of enemy monsters! This was one of the guests in the Moon Bunny Eatery: the strongest Beastman in that world.
This minotaur zombie wielded its battle hammer with astonishing might and attack power! However, its speed was relatively slow and its movements easily predictable. Seiji and Rana teamed up and managed to defeat it with just the two of them.
The fifth wave of enemy monsters contained large amounts of enemy zombie knights that were riding skeleton horses! They posed a threat due to their high-speed charges, but were otherwise actually quite easy to deal with.
The sixth wave of enemy monsters contained a small magical mecha as a boss monster! This magic mecha was equipped with all sorts of magic spells and weapons. It possessed both great attack and defense power.
Seiji and Hitaka combined to slice off its left and right legs. Natsuya cast a powerful attack spell after it was immobilized to explode the magic mecha apart.
The seventh wave contained a zombie elf wielding a longbow, a zombie warrior wielding a greatsword, a zombie samurai wielding a katana, and a zombie mage wielding a mage staff! All of these were characters that appeared as Moon Bunny Eatery's guests! They were all powerful warriors in that story.
Seiji faced the zombie warrior, Hitaka faced the samurai, Rana faced the elf archer, while Shika, Matsutani, and Ya-chan combined their efforts to kill off the mage first. The three then helped out Rana, Hitaka, and Seiji, speedily defeating these bosses!
The eighth wave contained a large magic mecha, a bone dragon, and countless zombie girls…
The ninth wave contained three bone dragons, a large amount of magic crossbow zombie soldiers, and a large amount of zombie knights…
The tenth wave contained two large magic mechas, as well as large amounts of magic crossbow soldiers, knights, zombie girls, and seven or eight customers from the Moon Bunny Eatery…
The eleventh wave…
Seiji and the others got stuck in endless battles.
Meanwhile, Miyabi and the other authors felt that they were about to reach their limit.
The world's collapse became more and more severe. The power of order they were using was growing weaker by the second. They were no longer able to take care of all the dimensional tears, and dangerous dimensional tears kept accumulating in number.
If the number of dimensional tears surpassed a certain limit, the entire banquet hall would instantly collapse, and everyone here would be swallowed up by chaos!
However, Adnan still hadn't successfully left yet.
Miyabi looked towards the blonde curly-haired prince to see that he was almost entirely covered in black mist now. The light connecting him to the void hole in the ceiling was so powerful that it even seemed solid… it seemed like he was almost completely ready.
But, they still might not be able to hold out for long enough!
Just as she was worrying so, Miyabi suddenly sensed that the power of order suddenly lost one of its pillars of support.
Yuuko Hashimoto had collapsed.
She had been seriously injured earlier during the search for Shousei Maishi, so now, she was the first one unable to withstand the mental burden anymore as she spent herself entirely and collapsed!
"Hashimoto-san!" Nomura shouted.
There was no response.
Maishi, who was the closest to where Yuuko collapsed, reflexively wanted to go and check on her condition.
"Don't be distracted by anything! Continue stabilizing this space with the power of order!" Miyabi commanded him. "The most important thing right now is to protect this space!!"
Maishi instantly stopped in his movements, nodded, and went back to focusing on using the power of order.
Since Yuuko had collapsed, that meant even more pressure on the remaining authors.
Miyabi was beginning to feel a headache.
Seiji and the others were too busy dealing with the endless amounts of enemy monsters to come help them. And even if they did have the free time, they didn't have the ability of the power of order that the authors did in this world, which was the only ability that could fix the dimensional tears.
Not long after, Yoshida was no longer able to bear the mental burden and collapsed as well.
Following him was Nomura. He said "I'm sorry…" before being the third to collapse.
Miyabi felt her head beginning to pound with intense pain. Her vision became hazy as well.
She gritted her teeth and did her best to hang on, fixing the dimensional tears. A moment later, she saw Maishi suddenly kneel on the ground before collapsing as well.
Miyabi was now the only author with the power of order still standing.
Her headache became even fiercer, and her entire body was now trembling.
"Goodbye, cat onee-san…"
The ghost child Ya-chan who was currently fighting on the frontlines turned around to look back at her and said goodbye with a smile before it transformed into a mist that disappeared.
Seiji saw this and hurriedly turned to look behind him. He saw that apart from Miyabi, everyone else from the authors' defense line had collapsed!
It also seemed evident that Miyabi was at her limits.
'Is this no good? Am I going to have to load?'
Just as he began to think this, he suddenly heard Prince Adnan speak up, "Thank you all… everyone from another world…"
The black mist enveloping the blonde curly-haired prince suddenly evaporated and revealed a middle school boy instead—Shoutarou Rinura.
At the exact same time, the magic walls sealing off the portal back to Seiji's world vanished.
Mission complete!
It was now time to retreat.
"Natsuya!" Seiji glanced towards the president who was also looking in his direction. Both of them nodded at each other.
This was the time to use their ultimate ability.
[Mana Exchange]—to power both of them up!
Their Mana became deeply interconnected through this, further increasing both their power levels.
Seiji felt himself heating up inside as if something was boiling. This burning sensation wiped away all his fatigue, replacing the fatigue with a seemingly endless amount of power!
The power showed in his physical appearance. His golden form became even more extravagant, and mystical spell formations appeared all around him that kept glittering. Golden trails followed after him wherever he moved, making it seem like Seiji had grown a pair of golden wings.
As for Natsuya, she was enveloped in a dark-red light containing all sorts of tiny spell formations and complex runes. It appeared as if she had put on an extravagant mage robe.
Natsuya speedily uttered an incantation and made a seal to cast a large-scale AOE attack spell...
Spell of Destruction, "Infinity Edge"!
Three circular spell formations appeared and began shooting large amounts of red mystical blades. It was as if a red thunderstorm had descended upon all the monsters in the banquet hall!
Most monsters were instantly destroyed by this powerful AOE attack spell. However, a few powerful ones were able to survive.
Seiji attacked the remaining monsters, transforming into a high speed, high attack streak of golden light that could barely be seen flashing between the monsters. He slew all the remaining monsters!
With the mage providing AOE magic and the warrior providing melee finishing blows, just the two of them managed to suppress all the enemy monsters.
"Now! Take Nomura-san and the others back to reality!"


Translator note: Apologies to the readers. This series is currently on hiatus. We ask for your understanding!
A 30-year-old Chinese NEET is reincarnated into the body of an otaku that choked to death on instant noodles. As he comes to grips with his new life, he realizes that this world is subtly different from Earth. The denizens of this world are far better looking, and this new world also possesses futuristic technology as well as mysterious Yin Yang masters! 
After reincarnating, he realized that he was endowed with a miraculous game-like system, which enables him to increase his own stats and transcend the limits of the human body. This system even has a game-breaking ability to save and load in real life!
In this new world that’s akin to a 2-D game, he just wants to enjoy life and head for a glorious future... However, he is quickly embroiled in a complex plot. Can he unlock his true potential and utilize his system to break the shackles that confine him and discover the truth about his previous body’s circumstances? 



The long-abandoned passageways of a mysterious old pyramid were now once again alive with commotion. 

These hallways that had not seen a single 'living' soul were suddenly filled with numerous figures, both human and inhuman, locked in a battle of life and death laid witness to only by a misty darkness of eras long gone. 

"ALMOST THERE!" 

"Don't stop moving!" 

"Jarek is injured, we need another set of hands here!" 

"Go, I've got this!" 

"How long!?" 

The panic-stricken voices of a little more than a dozen individuals echoed in the hallways, coloured in by the heart-wrenching sniveling roars of the flood of deformed nightmare-inducing monstrosities that they had picked up along the way and brought with them to the heart of the pyramid. 

The barbarians were standing with their backs against one another, and often times with some other things as well that managed to sneak their way into their ranks. 

They stood guard in front of a giant door no more than 15 meters in length and 9 meters in width. Three giant hallways led to this place and ended in front of the door and right now, each of those hallways was filled to the brim with beasts, deviant monsters, and grotesque miscreations of unholy thoughts brought into the physical realm by some vile element that lurked within the countless shadows of this abandoned structure. 

Burak was engaged in combat with the largest creature that was trying to eat its way in from the left hallway, doing his best to keep it away because killing it never even crossed his mind. 

It was a four-legged creature that remarkably similar to a dog from earth. The only differences were that this thing had no skin, its flesh was harder than steel that covered every single orifice including the eyes. 

When it opened its mouth the lower jaw separated into two further sections each one lined with hundreds of sharp hollow teeth that sprayed a red liquid in an arc in front of it. The ends of its tongue had a hard shell covering them that when smashed together created a spark that ignited the red liquid. 

Its size was close to 9 meters in length. The serrated tail on its back swung left and right like an ax, cutting down even the numerous other canine creatures in half that had followed behind it. (Reference Image in Authors notes) 

On the right hallway was Isak along with three other barbarians. They were fighting against a humanoid creature with extremely long, segmented limbs with a black tumor-like growth that replaced its head. 

Each of its limbs were somewhere between three to four meters long when fully extended but wherever it attacked from the back, each segment would elongate even further. 

The space around its forelimbs would twist and expand which along with all these factors combined meant that it could attack almost instantly from any direction and distance within thirty meters. (Reference Image in Authors notes) 

And in the middle hallway where all the other barbarians were gathered was a horde of identical aquatic monsters with wide serrated mouths, 2-3 pairs of eyes, and up to 9 different limbs. The most peculiar thing about them was the presence of a human face inside their mouths. 

It was created naturally from its own muscles and did not have any eyes, but it let out high-pitched screams every time the creature attacked. (Reference Image in Authors notes) 

The screams had a strange almost hypnotizing characteristic about them that would often make the barbarians zone out or even attack their own companions in confusion. 

And behind all of them was Hao Xuan. He was standing in front of the glass panel on the side of the door doing...nothing. 

'Baracus how long?! We don't have time for this!' Hao Xuan urged him again. 

'There are numerous encryptions in place. I have broken through the first 2.49 million, the rest should be done.....now.' 

With a light, barely audibly click, the gigantic black door retreated into the wall. 

'Five seconds, it will close automatically after that,' Baracus warned. 

Hao Xuan spun around and shouted, "COME! IT WILL CLOSE AGAIN!" 

The barbarians were already prepared so they suddenly locked arms and bashed their heads in front of them in unison, releasing an energy-infused shockwave that sent all nearby creatures tumbling away. 

Burak landed a punch right into the mouth of the canine creature, burning it in the process but managing to push it back enough to retreat. 

Isak swung his swords in front of him in a crisis cross manner, firing two Blackfire sword slashes into the hallway and did the same along with the accompanying barbarians. He was the last one to enter as the door automatically shut behind him before the monsters had the chance to get back on their feet. 

"No...more..." one of the panting barbarians that appeared to be the youngest threw his curved blade onto the floor and fell to his knees, "I can't...go on," he mumbled under his breath but everyone heard him clearly. 

 Even if someone wanted to rebuke him, no one had the energy to. 

No one expected these monstrous creatures to grow in size and aptitude as they went deeper. On the way, one of them even accidentally wandered away from the group and ended up in one of those strange spaces. That's where the aquatic creatures had come from. 

The monsters got more and more vicious and mysterious. It was more like a den of monsters than an empty facility. 

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The world ended in 2012. Hao Xuan was transported to a new realm along with the rest of humanity. The novel follows his adventures through this vast new plane, fighting men and beasts alike, making friends, finding love, and etching out his own existence in the boundless universe all the while trying to unravel an insidious plot that he has unwittingly become a part of. 
Romance, humor, friendship, betrayal, loss, schemes, light, and darkness.
All the creatures from your dreams, stories, and movies are real in this absurdly wonderous world.

TLDR: A Xuanhuan Eastern High fantasy novel centered around a displaced teen from earth in a world of cultivators, mythical monsters, Archaic Demons, and Old Gods. 

Tags: Magic, Adventure, Cultivation, Martial Arts, XianXia, Romance, Futuristic, Story Buildup, Demons and Gods, Gore and Violence, Armies, Kingdom Building, mystery, exploration, sci-fi, Mech, World Jumping. 

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The next day…
After a full night, Celestial Bane rose from 21st place to 1st at a pace that could cause other authors to suddenly feel despair!
Along the way, countless buttocks were pierced through as Celestial Bane shot through all those placed before it to the top![1]
A new novel by a rookie suddenly made the top of the list. Countless people were sent into a daze at its progress. That was a black horse, a horse so black that the color seeped into the depth of its soul.
Terrifying!
Shocking!
The author's corner went into an uproar!
A heated discussion around Celestial Bane had started!
"F*ck! There's this new novel recently. Did you guys see it?"
"You're talking about Celestial Bane, right? I've seen it. It's good!"
"I didn't find it that special. It just felt normal. That statistics must have been faked! How can someone be that terrifying?"
"I think it's faked too. I'll show you the data right now!"
Immediately, someone uploaded Celestial Bane's data in the authors' group chat.
Its collection rate went from 5,000 to 13,000 overnight! The recommendation votes went from 9,000 to 15,000!
The number of reviews went up by 300 while gifts went up by another 120!
It all happened in one night!
That kind of progress would immediately outshine countless big shots. It caused many authors to feel despair!
At the same time, Yuewen's editorial department also burst into a scene.
It was impossible for them to miss this. Celestial Bane's result was just too heaven-defying!
They double and triple checked the novel's data, only to have everyone gasp in surprise. "Epic, absolutely epic. Seems like it's the birth of a god-like author!"
"This is just too heaven-defying. Could it be a mistake from the server's data? Are you sure this is a rookie?!"
"I'm sure. He's definitely a rookie!"
"Damn! That's really piercing the heavens. This is a black horse that f*cked the heavens!"
"If this goes on, he'll rise to godly status with just this book alone!"
"This looks a little unbelievable if that's a rookie. Could this data be faked?"
"It can't be! I've checked it thrice. His data appears normal. Although it had major increments in every aspect, they were well documented. It's the real deal!"
They discussed what had happened with the occasional gasp of surprise. After all these years of their work, it was the first time they witnessed such results!
In fact, it outshined the current big shots in Yuewen!
"Did you guys notice that this is a xianxia novel!?" One of the editors asked.
That caused many editor's hearts to spasm. Xianxia had been unpopular for five years, yet it managed to produce such an explosive title. One that blew the skies away!
Rustle!
Their gaze immediately focused on Yogurt who kept quiet in a corner!
Yogurt swallowed a mouthful of saliva, then spoke up weakly, "Uhm...that's the author that I contracted."
All the editors instantly turned green with jealousy.
Envious to the max!
Yogurt had been working with the xianxia genre for such a long time, finally discovering this godly novel. That was his major break!
"Yogurt, you're now one of the better ones. From now on, I'm the most pitiful one in the entire editorial department!" Sunny Day laughed bitterly as he threw a friendly punch at Yogurt.
'We've promised to be underdogs for life, yet you've quietly made your break.'
"I'm just lucky," Yogurt answered sheepishly, scratching his head.
"From now on, the xianxia genre will be a hit for some time. I'm so jealous!" The other editors came over to excitedly congratulate Yogurt.
Yogurt answered them individually. Previously no one ever bothered with the xianxia genre. Even those novels that had elements of xianxia were looked down upon.
"Yogurt, not bad. You must watch this rookie carefully. Groom him well," said the chief editor.
From the results shown, this author had the potential to be a big shot!
For any website, big shots were precious! A big shot in the xianxia genre was all the more invaluable!
"Mm, yes!" Yogurt nodded enthusiastically. That was a major turning point in his life!
...
Long Aotian was an experienced web novel reader.
As a bookworm for the past five years, he was very picky with his novels. Only the cream of the crop could pique his attention!
He was recently suffering from a lack of books to read. A bunch of cliche novels appeared on Yuewen. It was either about systems or face slapping. It felt great to read them for killing time, but it still left his heart feeling empty.
It was hard to find a good novel!
He was lamenting in his heart while turning on QQ Read.
QQ Read was the official novel reading site. One could communicate with the authors there and support them directly.
Writing a novel was difficult!
To be an author was even more so!
Compared to office work, being an author was like working on a rocking boat. They lacked income stability and were not covered by insurance. All they had to rely on was the one cent per chapter subscription fee to survive. Oftentimes they would not even have a proper meal. Furthermore, they had to endure their friend's and families' criticism of their career choice. Life was tough for them.
Reading a novel could help one relax. Long Aotian had always felt that he should do his best to support the authors!
Moreover, one cent per chapter meant that he only needed to spend a few cents a day. That was affordable!
Clicking into Claim A Mountain, Be A King, he was suddenly stunned. His face turned gloomy.
'F*ck! Why hasn't Rugao Under The Bridge updated his chapters!?'
'What's going on?!'
There was only a note to the readers saying, [I'm sorry dear readers. Celestial Bane is just too interesting. I got caught up reading it and was unable to stop. I beg your forgiveness. To those that need something to read, you can give Celestial Bane a try. I highly recommend it!]
'WTF. He stalled his update just to read whatchamacallit Celestial Bane?!'
'Forgive your *ss!'
'Can that compare with your Claim A Mountain, Be A King?'
Long Aotian was extremely disappointed. He did not search for Celestial Bane but instead opened up a different novel.
As an experienced reader, he would, of course, have more than one novel in his library.
He opened up I Eat Potato's Heaven's Path. 
'F*ck! Why is this not updated as well?!'
It was similarly an apologetic note from the author. Even the excuse given was the same, [I'm sorry dear readers. Celestial Bane is just too interesting. I got caught up reading it and was unable to stop. I beg your forgiveness. To those that need something to read, you can give Celestial Bane a try. I highly recommend it!]
'Celestial Bane? Just what kind of godly novel is that?'
He opened up his third book. Alluring Tomato's The Great Ruler.
Long Aotian almost cried out loud. Even this novel halted updates because of Celestial Bane.
'I, Long Aotian, have never felt so wronged since my childhood!'
"I must find out just what kind of monstrosity this Celestial Bane is!" Long Aotian immediately searched for Celestial Bane. 
He saw the synopsis.
Celestial Bane's synopsis managed to obtain Long Aotian's acknowledgment. 'Not bad. Definitely leagues better than those casual novels.'
Next, chapter one, chapter two…
With that, his entire being calmed down and was immediately immersed in the novel.
Page by page flipped by up until he saw the latest chapter. Just when he wanted to flip to the next page, he noticed that there were no more pages behind it. It showed that it was waiting for the author's update.
'That's it?'
'That short?'
Long Aotian was not willing to give up. He went back and refreshed the page once more, yet the result was the same.
"F*ck! That's all? This is just too short!"...
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[1] Since the author is trying to be funny with this phrase, we thought of providing another cheeky and pretentious version of this particular phrase for our readers. Let us know in the chapter review if you like this so we can add more such TN in future chapters if we get enough support. 
version1: 
"Moving forward, many posteriors had their cheeks forcefully parted and run through mercilessly from their blind spot, illuminating there which sunlight does not touch along its way to the heavens, reaching for the top."
version2:
 "As it progressed, countless gluteus Maximi had been assaulted with such force, the shockwave it produced parted the fleshy mounds thus penetrating through its tunnel along the way to the top."


Ye Lingchen was a regular high schooler who struggled with exams and expectations from his parents.
All that changed after he woke up from a strange dream and discovered that he had been granted the 'Prodigy System'. His life changed from this point on. Reading a book allowed him to learn its content immediately. Listening to lectures granted instant understanding of the lesson. Observation of a technique imprinted knowledge of the technique used.
Learning had never been so easy, and as the saying goes, knowledge is power. In this case, he now had access to a ton of unbridled power. 
What does it feel like to become a 'prodigy' overnight? Follow Ye Lingchen on this journey to discover the limitless possibilities...

Translated by: ShawnSuh
Edited by: SootyOwl


"And, that's all for the day." 

"Good job, everyone." 

At the end of filming, the set was filled with the sound of the filming crew acknowledging each other for their hard work, and one of them was Ji Hye Goo, who made her way to her van while drying her hair with a towel. Then, as soon as her back hit the soft backrest of the warm, cozy van, the actress let out a deep sigh, filled with a sense of relief and accomplishment.

"Ji Hye, you were amazing til the end," her manager, who had been waiting for her in the car with the heater turned on ahead of time, said while sticking his thumb up. That day was the last day of filming, and next to the actress, was a pile of crumpled up scripts. She had always given it her best in an attempt to get that perfect take and she had always wanted to be the best there was. She wanted to be able to express a wide array of emotions, and as an actress, that desire had become something natural and, in some ways, even obligatory.

"I'm pretty happy with how things turned out today, too," the actress said playfully, and the manager played along with a smile.

"Yun Woo must have been a big help."

"Mr. Woo is seriously an incredible author. He's astounding," Ji Hye said as she picked up a book from under the piles of crumpled up scripts. It was a literary magazine, written by nine authors, on the subject of death. It was a collaboration of some of the top authors in Korea. From San Jung Youn, who was the very first recipient of an international award in Italy, to Joon Soo Bong, who was on the rise as of late, the list of authors included some of the most famous and familiar names in Korean literature such as Seo Joong Ahn or Dong Gil Uhm, the youngblood of detective novels, Mideum Choo, and the leading figure of Korean horror novels, Dae Soo Na. On top of that, the list went on with the most recent winner of the Dong Kyung Literary Award, Geun Woo Yoo, and the name of the person whose thoughts alone made the hearts of many jump, Yun Woo.

'The Beginning and the End' contained Yun Woo's piece by the name of 'River,' which was often credited as the piece that showed up those who looked down at the young author. It had successfully managed to remove most preconceived notions about the young author, leaving numerous critics and fans impressed. People either grew fond of Yun Woo or deepened their preexisting affection for the author, and it was the same way for Ji Hye. Yun Woo's writing had a powerful impact on her acting. During the filming of a scene where she had to portray death, she had always brought a copy of 'River' with her, constantly thinking back on it on set. Ever since reading the short story, her portrayal of death had improved significantly.

Every time she read 'River,' she always felt something welling up from within, making her shake her head violently in order to shake it off. It made her feel as though she knew what death really was, as well as the reason for her birth and the direction she was headed to in life. It allowed her to indulge in her arrogant yet blissful delusion, all without a sense of guilt. 

Yun Woo's writing was comparable to a skilled actor's performance. The audience would receive the emotions expressed by the author with their hearts open. When he breathed, the audience breathed as well, and when he died, the audience shed tears of sorrow. The readers were able to understand and accept his stories, being closer to them than anybody else.

"Sigh," the actress let out, patting her hair with the towel. The cloth absorbed the moisture in her hair. Yun Woo had been of incredible help to her, and thanks to him, she had been able to die better than anyone else and finish filming in one piece.

"You can read that book now, right?"

At the manager's question, the actress smiled brightly. The novel he had published within a year of teaching the actress about death. The very book that shattered the worries of those who had doubted him. The book responsible for placing the author in the middle of all sorts of horror stories. 'Sublimation,' AKA The Black Book. The publishing company had revealed that the author had been part of designing the famous black cover. Although she had bought it the day it was published, she had been putting off reading it in order to focus on filming. After comforting herself repeatedly that she'd read after filming had ended and that that day wasn't far away, she had endured as though going through a miserable diet routine.

Now, the day had finally come. After drying her hair, Ji Hye went out in order to say goodbye to the filming crew once again and finalize her future schedule with them. Then, as the actress enjoyed her long-anticipated book, the van took her home after everything had been put in order. 

The first thing that came to her attention was the insatiable fire, despite it having swallowed everything around it already. In the moving car, Ji Hye turned the pages skillfully. Even without readers having to make an effort to concentrate, Yun Woo's writing tended to guide them naturally. Yet, determined to not miss a single word, the actress read through the novel cautiously and intently while the van repeated the process of stopping and moving. 

"Ji Hye, we're here," the manager called to her upon arriving at the parking lot, which had taken them two and a half hours to do. However, the actress gave no answer.

"Ji Hye?"

"You go on ahead."

"What?" 

As the flustered manager looked back in her direction, he saw that the actress looked extremely bothered, unlike her usual self. The manager had been working with her for a decade, and just like her widely-perceived image of being positive and healthy, Ji Hye Goo, one of the top stars in Korea, was as wise as her name. Well versed in interpersonal interaction, she never gave into anger or annoyance easily, and while she was friendly, she was never excessively so. 

(TL's Note: Ji Hye means wisdom in Korean.)

However, there had been rare occasions when Ji Hye had worn that expression on her face. It had happened when she hadn't been treated fairly or had been disrupted in the middle of a performance. During an informal occasion, Ji Hye had shared that she had lingering displeasure within her of when she couldn't express her emotions to the degree she had in mind, and the manager had interpreted that as her feeling bothered, a feeling that rose up when a straight line got crooked. After a messy coloring job that neglected the perfect outline of a circle or after finding a tiny speckle on a white garment. Something that came from the very first handprint on a new car or from an mismatched pair of chopsticks. They all accompanied a sense of displeasure, and having worked with the actress for the last decade, the manager knew instinctively that that was what she was feeling. She had been bothered beyond belief by the voice coming from elsewhere, pulling her out of her immersion of the scene in the novel. 

"Is everything OK?"

"I'll come out after I'm done reading," she said in a calm tone of voice. However, when the manager studied her appearance, she was quite tense, all while wearing an expression that was the polar opposite of 'Sublimation,' the novel she was reading. She looked like she was never going to put the black book down, and without saying anything, the manager got out of the car with the key still left in the ignition. With the manager gone, she was all alone and she didn't come out of the car until the sun had completely set and risen again the next morning.

"Ha," she let out as she closed the book. 'What's this ending? I don't get it. I don't get what Yun Woo did here.' She realized that she had been influenced by the author without a clue as to how. The book had somehow managed to overwhelm her completely even before she had read it. Then, remembering the last scene she had just filmed the night before, a sense of relief sank into her, followed by the thought of the satisfying portrayal of death, which was still fresh in her mind.

Yun Woo's writing was like a performance from a talented actor. An image of an empty, well-lit stage popped up in her mind. The talented actor had left without even a goodbye. Then, another actor appeared onstage, an actor who was slightly older and carried a weightier presence. However, that actor was nowhere near as calm or graceful as the previous actor. On top of that, he had a nonchalant and shameless attitude about him. Shallow, and indecent. Yet, he was a good actor. A famous actor. The distinction between the two became fuzzier and more difficult. What set them apart from each other? What separated before and after? There was no way to know. Were the two actors inherently different? Were they different actors? What if it was the same actor all along, tricking the audience with his skills, which were beyond comprehension? What if it was a performance that tricked even the actors? Ji Hye's heart began to beat faster, and the fact that she could no longer decipher it came with a sense of pleasure. Then, she covered her face with her hands, feeling like she would cry at any given minute.

"I am me." 

What sounded like an excuse came out of her mouth behind her hands.

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"I'm serious. All you gotta do is write." 

"No. You, of all people, have no right to tell me things like that. I find it rather arrogant. Kind of like Yun Pil." 

"So, you agree that Yun Pil is arrogant?"

Burying her face in her hands, Mideum groaned in pain, and after having been summoned somewhat against his will, Juho was now dealing with her. He was well acquainted with her drunkard-like words by that point. 

As he stared at her for a brief moment, Dong Gil asked while wearing his usual, cold expression, "So, you wrote this ending, right?"

"Who else? It was published with Yun Woo's name on it."

"I'm just having reasonable doubt."

"I understand," Juho said calmly, and at that, Dong Gil's expression softened up a bit. 

"I know that you don't really have a reason to pull of something like that. I mean, it wouldn't make sense to hire another author when you're near the very end of the novel."

"Right?!"

"So, does that mean you have a split personality?"

"No." 

There was no end to Dong Gil's doubt, and unfortunately, he wasn't the only person who responded that way. In reality, there had been all sort of horror stories, which were far worse than Dong Gil's conjectures, floating around the internet. Yun Woo, sublimated.

"I just changed the writing style at the very end so that it would fit whatever was going on better," Juho told the truth with honesty. However, the more the authors listened, the more bitter their expressions grew.

"If it was that simple, I would have been doing it already!" Mideum shouted, and Dong Gil stopped her emphatically because they were at a restaurant. Even though they were in a room, there was no promise that the walls would keep their voices from getting out if they kept raising them. Then, Juho cut a small piece of chicken and brought it up to his mouth. Contrary to what he had been told about getting a free meal, what had really been waiting for him at the restaurant had been an interrogation.

"Pyung Jin Lee's been drooling all over your novel. He's not going to critique it, apparently," Sang Choi said with his mouth full.

"Why would he drool all over my novel?"

"Hello? Because what you wrote was out of this world! Yun Woo is a mystery to most people, and do you know how many people out there are prone to thinking that you have a split personality? Personally, I think you had some sort of trick up your sleeve, a trick that no one can know unless you tell them. When it comes to legality, I say we set it aside for now." 

At that, Juho quietly locked eyes with the author, and after a snicker, Sang changed the subject, "Anyway, that was a smart move you made, sending society such heartrending message after a piece like 'River.'" 

"Whoever said anything about a heartrending message?"

"Playing coy, huh?" Sang said, cleansing his palate with the glass of red wine. 

"'Live. Live on.' That was the central message of 'River," he said, pointing at Juho with his fork. "And then, 'Resist!' That was the message that followed after the short story. Am I wrong?" 

"Is that how you interpreted it?"

"Identity crisis, an ego gone astray, and the missing subject. Hell awaits those who doubted and argued, despite having wandered around the wilderness," Sang said while narrowing his eyes, emphasizing the word hell. "A hell made of sentences that couldn't have possibly been written by Yun Woo."

Juho mashed a piece of chicken with his knife, making a soft noise as it rubbed against his plate. 

"Do you doubt me as well, Mr. Choi?" he asked light-heartedly, and the romance writer shook his head in denial.

"No, I'm grateful." 

As he answered Juho in a calm tone of voice, all the other authors looked in his direction.

"'An author writes a piece that brings up questions regarding his personality.' You have no clue how shocking that would be to any author. Oh, no. Not you. You'd never understand. I'm sure there are a number of aspiring authors who've given up writing after reading your novel."

It was a rather cruel remark. Yun Woo. Genius. Stellar. Mysterious. Those who were led to doubting their own identity by that mysterious existence soon found themselves in a swamp of despair. 

"'Sublimation' is just the right book for this age. One of the reasons your readers are so obsessed with you is that they are able to relate to a story that is so terrifyingly unrealistic. Why do they relate to it? Because the terror in 'Sublimation' isn't very far off from the terror in reality. People living as cogwheels in this modern society are wearing out their identities, day by day."

The room sank into silence, and Juho slowly raised his hand to scratch his neck.

"That's an interesting way to look at it." 

"You're a cheeky one, you know that? I just pray that there won't be idiots who try to change their writing style because of you." 

At Sang's remark, Mideum lifted her head as if pricked in the heart. Then, looking in Juho's direction with narrowed eyes, she said, "Choi, isn't he just like Yun Pil?"

"I've never read the series, so I wouldn't know."

"You haven't?" 

Ignoring the apparent look of hurt on her face, Sang said, "I'm sure my writing will improve because of yours. After all, I am Sang Choi, the top." 

Listening to Sang's remark, Juho felt like he had gotten a glimpse of how his writing affected his fellow authors. A piece of writing that had left its creator's hand tended to grow in size, much like a lifeform. It felt like a lifeform that had borne out of thin air rather than that his own hands were selling it out to the world. As it caught people's eyes, those lifeforms provoked emotions, and as an author, Juho couldn't do anything to control that. He was powerless. Yet, he couldn't help but smile ever so slightly at that sense of pressure.

"Now, I'd like to hear more about this alternate writing style of yours," Dong Gil said quietly, wearing the look of a reporter staring at his prey right before his eyes. There was doubt and curiosity in those eyes that were yet to be appeased. Then, with an awkward smile, Juho spoke as sparingly as possible.

Yum Woo is the youngest author in history to enter the literature world. His debut work was a massive hit but this success was short lived for the unprepared.

A miraculous second chance comes his way one day.

This is the beginning of that journey.

(This is for the characters who are gonna be in the story. The story actual will come after this. Special advice for authors: I think all authors should do this kind stuff, so their readers could become more excited about their story, or take a sneak peek of who will be in it. Don't forget to keep that in mind! I understand if you have a account but you don't write any books. It's fine. I found many people like that. And, Not all of the characters will be in that information, now, peace out!- Author-san)
Name:  Louisana Val de Candelaria
Nickname: Louis
Gender: Female
Looks: The main cover
Likes: Books, mystery's, sweets, being tough
Dislikes: Anyone who is mean
Info: She is the lost princess of the Eucintai Empire. Nobody knew where she has been since then. She trained secretly as a mage in a tower. Now, she can use magic! It's a system called "System Call" It's almost in every novel anyways, so this is NOT a copy. She is kind, but when someone starts to annoy her, she get's angry.
Age: 6 in a half.  (In time skip: 15)
(Supporting Characters)
Name: Eros Orna Mounteverdest
Nickname: Li
Gender: Male
Looks: Black hair, red eyes, handsome features
Likes: Protecting his kingdom no matter what
Dislikes: Anyone who get's in his way, unless it's for a reason
Info: Eros is from the Insiundere Empire which is in the far east. It's the second biggest empire in the world, besides the Eucintai Empire. Things can get good or worse around there. It's like the 'truth or dare' game! His mother is Queen Sinda, and his dad is King Louis.
Age: 6 (In time skip: 17)
Name: Willow Rita Mounteverdest
Nickname: W
Gender: Female
Looks: Brown hair, blue eyes
Likes: looking around, exploring
Dislikes: Insects
Info: She is the twin sister of Eros and does too lives in the Insiundere Empire. She        can also be kind of quiet, and is also the best friend of  Louisana. She is also very          scared with sharing any information with strangers, so that's one of reasons why she does not talk much.
Age: 6 (In time skip: 17)
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"Hurry up!" yelled my boss angry as a giant.
"I'm sorry, i'm sorry. Everyone needed help." I replied begging.
"Ugh! I don't know why i still keep you around." My boss sighed. "That's it. You are fired!"
"Boss please!" I was the one who is yelling now. "I need this job! Without it, I'm poor!"
"Yeah, whatever." He rolls his eyes. "I don't care. Now, pack your things and go. NOW."
I grumbled, and did what i was told. I heard snickering from the room, which made me slam the door on the way out. I hope I never see this place again! At least help a woman out!
Hello! My name is Park-Lin Kai! I'm 26! On my way home, I accidentally got shot by a murder. I also went to the hospital, but even the nurses and doctors couldn't do anything to help me! So, I died and got reincarnated as the young girl Theodora de Vanidestine.
Please add my story to your library so you don't miss any new updates, or search it up and keep it in your history. To make the views grow, share this story I would really appreciate all of that so if you do, thank you so much :)
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"Louis? You there?"
"Louisana? You okay? I hope your not gone."
I flinched at the word 'gone' and opened my eyes immediately. "You....you too...who are you?" was the only words i was able to say.
The two of people looked at each other, and then me.
"Your kidding, right?" questioned the girl with brown hair.
"No, she might be joking." answered the woman with black hair.
"Oh I-Never mind." I replied. I started to get up from the bed i was laying down on. Ah- I  got my memory back. The brown girl is Willow, my best friend and the black haired  woman is my mom, Queen Rosenbelle. Wait a minute, how do I know that? Oh, I did die  so...The real me must be in a grave or something.
"You almost scared us! We thought you were dead!"
"Willow dear, It is true but she probably didn't mean to."
  "I'm sorry it's just..."
  "I know, i know."
  Willow thinks Queen Rosenbelle as her own mother. Her actual mother is sick, and hadn't spend time with her. She is very distant from her, but actually wishes to see her. And I understand that kind of feeling. Seeing someone you love in trouble...it makes    you very heartbroken. But who knows. Like, something might have accidentally  happened and it affected her mother.
"I'm alright, I'm alright. I could use some alone time..." I look at both with them with a  apologetic look.
"As you wish Theo." They both looked at each other and without hesitation not looking back leaving the sad echoing of their voices keep staying with me, and also my room which makes it sound like a ghost.
Things only got started for me anyways. Let's see how this goes, for from now on.

Park-Lin Kai is having a horrible life of her boss yelling at her, and parent's hitting her. She had enough, and was about to kill herself for no reason, but instead got shot. She was then sent to the hospital but didn't make it.

Her story leads her becoming, the princess of magic, 
 6-years old Louisana Val de Candelaria. All of the princes are 
interested into having marriage, but she's not sure. Is marriage even aloud there? Here comes to questions.

Will things go well as usual? Will Louis be able to use magic herself?

Yes or No?

Your yes is your yes, and your no, is your no.

Read this book to find out!

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