Resurrecting in 5. . . . . .
Resurrecting in 4. . . . . .
Resurrecting in 3. . . . . .
Resurrecting in 2. . . . . .
Resurrecting in 1. . . . . .

You have been resurrected. 

"I will not let you use your Eul's Scepter again on me Shadow Fiend." 

"Over Soul!"

"Let's see if you can 1 combo kill me again Shadow Fiend." 

"Getsuga Tensho!"

A combination of MMORPG and Anime World where our Problem Children will travel in different worlds as they learned new techniques/skills/spells and meet different people on their journey. 

Disclaimer: I do not own the picture cover and any of the characters from the anime series and games except for my OC.

Resurrecting in 5. . . . . .
Resurrecting in 4. . . . . .
Resurrecting in 3. . . . . .
Resurrecting in 2. . . . . .
Resurrecting in 1. . . . . .

You have been resurrected. 

"I will not let you use your Eul's Scepter again on me Shadow Fiend." 

"Over Soul!"

"Let's see if you can 1 combo kill me again Shadow Fiend." 

"Getsuga Tensho!"

A combination of MMORPG and Anime World where our Problem Children will travel in different worlds as they learned new techniques/skills/spells and meet different people on their journey. 

Disclaimer: I do not own the picture cover and any of the characters from the anime series and games except for my OC.

Author's Note;
- This is a rewritten version of JMMORPGW. I planned to add the background of other characters like MC Father, clan members and other clans as the story goes on, unlike in the other book that some readers didn't want it. But I still hope that you can go easy on me, Thank you.
- I started writing it because I couldn't find any to love Ru FF on that day and honestly English is the probably the worst subject of mine in HS. 
- I am writing this FF with the support of my friends and family, so if you don't want it, you can stop reading this. It was a peaceful resolution than cursing someone. 
- Lastly, One Piece, Bleach or Fairy tail should I send for MC to train? I plan this FF to be long, and hopefully, when am busy on something, got sick or stress over something, are the only reason i cannot update.

A young successful lawyer fell in love with an idol from South Korea.

Namaku Arvin Melviano Yahya. Aku seorang fotografer muda. Bakat memfotoku berkembang, sejak kelas 2 SMP. Maka tak diragukan lagi, jika rumahku dipenuhi piala dan piagam lomba fotografer.

Selain suka memfoto pemandangan alam. Dari tanah ke langit, dari yang kecil ke yang besar, dari yang terlihat hingga tak terlihat, seperti penampakan hantu yang tak sengaja tertangkap di kameraku. Aku sangat suka memfoto fenomena indah matahari tenggelam. Jangan heran, jika melihat dinding kamarku dipenuhi foto sunset, hasil jebretanku setiap sore.

Hidupku adalah ketidakpedulianku.

Masa bodoh, mempunyai teman atau tidak. Aku punya segalanya. Ayahku pengusaha terkenal di Indonesia, aku bisa menghasilkan uang sendiri dengan memfoto dan mengedit foto, ketampananku tak bisa diungkapkan lagi, kecerdasanku jauh di atas rata-rata. Namun, aku sedikit pendiam. Kegengsianku sangat tinggi. Prinsip hidupku, aku takkan menyapa siapa pun orang yang tak kukenal. Mungkin itulah, penyebab semua manusia segan berteman denganku. Kecuali, gadis-gadis yang mengidolakanku. 

Sejak aku dimasukkan di grup Mahasiswa-Mahasiswi baru di Whats App. Setiap malam nomor gadis tak dikenal selalu menerorku, bahkan ada yang lebih gila, memintaku jadi pacarnya, tapi ada pula yang berbeda.

Seorang gadis kristiani, nama lengkapnya Clayrine Christa Beryl. Aku memanggil singkat namanya, Ay. Karena bagiku merepotkan sekali memanggil nama panggilan orang yang panjang-panjang.

Ay mengirim chat padaku. Ay ingin menjadi temanku. Ay satu kelas denganku di kampus. Aku menerimanya menjadi temanku, walaupun bagiku Ay sangat menyebalkan. Kecantikannya membuatku jatuh hati, keceriaannya membuatku bahagia, kejujurannya membuatku selalu salah tingkah. Namun, penyesalan seumur hidupku adalah aku terlambat mengungkapkan perasaanku.

Sweety is a single, working lady. She is staying with her friend, Roma, who has a boyfriend. Roma and her boyfriend, Ray, make love almost everyday in their room which is next to Sweety room. Sweety can't help but to masturbate by stimulating her sensitive parts. She is still virgin. She always has a fantasy where a muscular guy with long big penis will steal her virginity.

     Sweety is venting all her frustration and desire in her Facebook named 'Dirty Picture' where she upload all her picture with flirty and sex gesture. She never shows her full face. No one knows her. But she knows so many people as she got lots of private messages from guys and girls inviting her for sex. She got lots of dick and pussy picture as well. She badly need sex but they all are just not her type. She wants a man that fulfill the criteria as her dream man to steal her virginity. She wants her first sex to be special. 

     One fine day, Sweety was shocked with the news that someone stole her identity. There is another person created 'Dirty Pictures' as her Facebook profile. That person just add 's' to make different. Thanks to one of her fan that message her the details of 'Dirty Pictures' Facebook profile. 

     In anger, Sweety private message to 'Dirty Pictures'. She asked her why she is being a pussy to steal her identity. To her astonishment, 'she' replied that 'she' can't be a pussy as 'she' doesn't have one but 'she' can be a dick. 'She' send 'her' dick picture. OMG. Its not SHE but HE. 'Dirty Pictures' is created by a guy. The guy send another message saying that his dick picture is just for her and not to show or send to another person. He added by saying that he is just like Sweety, a single guy who wants to put sexy picture in Facebook without letting anyone knows who he is and gain some attraction by doing it. 

     Sweety didn't reply anything. She just turn off her phone and lie down. As usual. She can hear "Ahhh.. Ouhhhh.. Yes baby.." from Roma's room. But she didn't pay attention to it. She is thinking about the guy. How would he be. His personality is just as secret as hers. But yeah. She has his dick picture. She smiled and lost into her fantasy.

     What will happen next? Read the story to know further.

A group of criminals soon to be in a squad are destined to jump from different universes to do jobs of both good and bad soon enough, children will be introduced in the picture. Will they be able to raise the children and run away from there traumatizing past?

A group of criminals soon to be in a squad is destined to jump from different universes to do good and bad jobs. Soon enough, children will be introduced in the picture. Will they be able to raise the children and run away from their traumatizing past?

"Everyone, don't be lenient on her. This b*tch has been trying to harm our Master Lin. We have to kill her."
"Let's kill her."
"We're going to destroy her."
"Get out, our cheapest killing service is $50. Someone like her is not worthy of the $50 price tag. I can't do it."
"Awesome…"
After reading the comments, Ying Jin was infuriated. Her body started trembling with rage. "These scums, have they gone mad?" Then, she looked at her agent.
"Tell me, have I done anything wrong? Why are these rubbish scolding me?"
Her agent remained silent. She was stunned by this too as she hadn't expected it to be like this.
Lin Fan looked at the situation online and he didn't expect the matter to be resolved so easily. Even if someone started to flame him, he just had to speak up about it and people would definitely cover the bad comments. They wouldn't have an opportunity to flame him again.
This left a lot of people helpless.
When Lin Fan admitted that he was the person in the picture, he was prepared to start an internet war. However, he hadn't expected that the netizens wouldn't make a big fuss out of it.
Now that things had developed to this stage, he felt that he should say something to conclude the whole scandal. After thinking about it, he finally thought of what to say.
"Thank you, everyone, for your support. This scandal has been concluded. I'm a pure man and I wouldn't do something so inhumane. Oh, right, I'll say something too. Ying Jin, you're f*cking ugly. You look 'good' when you're digging your nose. If anyone's interested, you can re-post this. I believe she looks really elegant in this posture."
After that, he posted an HD picture. It was Ying Jin participating in a certain activity. She was using her index finger to dig her nose. Her eyes were opened wide and she looked like she was enjoying herself.
When the picture was posted, everyone on Weibo laughed.
"Haha, that's hilarious. Where did Master Lin get this picture from? Wasn't it removed from the internet?"
"The old picture from four years ago is going to be circulated again."
"She looks impressive. I just vomited my dinner from last night."
"I shan't say anything else. Master Lin, you're really a beast. There were two beautiful ladies accompanying you and you didn't do anything. It's depressing."
"Quick, let's post this picture on Ying Jin's Weibo."
"Re-posted!"
When Ying Jin saw the picture, she was enraged. She immediately smashed the furniture beside her.
"Incorrigible. He's a jerk for daring to do that." Ying Jin was furious. The thing that she was afraid of was being disclosed. The picture was the bane of her existence. When the picture had been first posted, she had spent quite a big sum of money to remove the picture from the Internet. She hadn't expected someone to post it again.
Furthermore, it was posted by this fella. This fella's hardcore fans would definitely re-post it.
Her agent was trembling beside her. She finally understood that if Ying Jin was to continue having a conflict with this fella, she would definitely be at a disadvantage.
This time, she had tried to gain an advantage but ended up losing. She lost in an illogical manner.
"I want to sue you. I want to sue you for infringing my rights." Ying Jin screamed in rage. However, besides her agent, nobody else heard that.
At Cloud Street.
Lin Fan laughed. He wasn't even bothered by Ying Jin. She was probably dancing around ecstatically and he had to suppress her.
Then, someone called.
Wang Ming Yang said, "How did you do it?"
Lin Fan was confused, "What do you mean? I don't know. Perhaps I'm too popular."
"Did you know that this was going to happen?" It was no surprise that Wang Ming Yang thought of it that way. Nobody would have dared to admit it.
Lin Fan smiled, "Not really. I was prepared for an Internet war. Oh, right, ask Wu Huan Yue not to be sad. This matter is over. She doesn't have to care about it anymore."
"Yeah, I told her that. She's better now."
After chatting for a while longer, they hung up.
The next day!
Another piece of news appeared on the Internet.
The media quickly followed this news and published more articles, especially since they involved Ying Jin. It was something that excited the media platforms.
Reporters from Shanghai Media were fans of Lin Fan's and they didn't want to publish anything about the scandal again. They decided to focus on something else.
Then, Lin Fan went to Nanshan Children's Welfare Institute after selling scallion pancakes.
At the welfare institute.
Lin Fan said, "Director Huang, when will the education block be built?"
Director Huang had been witnessing the changes in the welfare institute and she had never been this happy.
"Soon. They said it'll take about a month more."
Lin Fan nodded, "Alright then, when the block is finished, the children can start to learn more knowledge. Today, I'm here to teach the children a lively lesson."
Director Huang knew that Master Lin was really capable and she was looking forward to it. "Master Lin, what is in the bag?"
Lin Fan opened the bag and there were stalks of flowering plants.
"I saw that the surroundings of the welfare institute are a little dull. Hence, I want to work with the children to decorate the walls around here. I'll get the kids to take care of a stalk each. It is to develop their hands-on skills too."
Director Huang nodded, "That's a good idea. It can develop their skills and sense of responsibility. Master Lin, I think you're even more professional than us when it comes to educating the children."
Lin Fan waved his hand humbly, "I just do whatever that I think of. Oh, right, where are the children?"
"Today's weather is a little cold. Han Lu brought the children for a run. Han Lu is a decent chap. In the few months here, I wouldn't have been able to cope without him," Director Huang complimented him, "A caring and responsible chap like him is hard to find these days."
When Lin Fan arrived at the stadium behind the welfare institute, Han Lu was leading the children in the exercises.
He stood there and smiled when he saw Lin Fan.
Han Lu said, "Master Lin, you're here."
"Yeah," Lin Fan nodded. Then, he patted Han Lu's shoulder, "Not bad!"
Han Lu smiled, "I don't have any other talents. I only know how to train them physically. Hence, I brought the kids here."
Lin Fan said, "That's okay. I brought some stalks of flowering plants for the children to plant. It will add some color to their lives here. You can help us too."
"Okay." Han Lu nodded. Then, he clapped, "Time to gather…"
The children were ecstatic when they saw Lin Fan, "Uncle Lin…"
Lin Fan smiled brilliantly, it was a great feeling to be so welcomed.
"Alright, everyone, stand straight. Today, I brought some flowering plants for all of you. Let's plant them together, shall we?" Lin Fan smiled and asked.
"Okay!"
…
Those plants weren't expensive. They were exchanged for with points at the Encyclopedic departmental store. Furthermore, they were different from those outside. They were easy to take care of and they didn't have any flaws. The vital moment would be when the flowers start to bloom. That would be beautiful.
He just wanted to develop the children's interest and earn some Encyclopedic Points at the same time.
If some of the kids were talented in flower art, they might become amazing florists in the future.
No, they definitely would become amazing florists in the future.
With someone like him as their teacher, what other problems could they encounter?


I am Lin Fan and I've become a jack of all trades just because of a powerful Encyclopedia. 
In the first ever competition organised for trolls, all the other contestants lost. The crowd exclaimed, "Brother, you're so good at trolling." 
Lin Fan replied, "But I've never been trolling..."

Once, there was an older woman who held onto a memory. 
A simple frame and a thin layer of glass were the only two things that guarded her aged and cracked picture from falling apart. The flimsy protection could not reverse the damage already done to it. 
It sported charred markings, like a burn victim, scars, from being folded horizontally and vertically, and gave way to frayed edges, from the test of time.
The quality of the picture was no less impressive, smuged and blurred beyond recognition. 

She held unto a memory, not a picture, so, with bright eyes and a sharp mind, she viewed it as freshly as the day it was taken.

She became a young girl again, covered in cuts and bruises, her clothing torn to shreds. The only other person in her memory of the time, in the picture, was a man who had gotten it taken for the first time.
The smile on her face, she remembered, was radiant, blooming, and victorious. She held a victorious sign to the camera, while he was preoccupied with applying a single bandaid to a scrape on her knee. 


She swapped the frame in her hands for another, one where she was a young woman with two children. The picture,surprisingly, came out perfect, lights and angles were all thought out and measured. The only blemish that affected the photos quality, was a thumb that had carelessly fallen onto the lens. 
She could remember the thoughtful expression of the man behind the camera as he lost himself in thought. 
The picture gave her a view of the children that were beside her, the little boy, dark skin and raven black hair towered a whole 15 centimeters above the golden haired little girl. He patted her head in a brotherly manner that drew the little girls attention and childish affection.
The older woman chuckled with a low timber or faux restrain, the kind that only an older person can have, or acquire, when they see young people in love.
She replaced the frame in her hand with a perfectly captured picture. She was a much older woman in her memory, well past 40,  yet still youthful and beautiful. On either side of her, dozens of children and young adults, stood to take a picture.  
A beautiful woman stood behind her, with a head of raven black hair and porcelain skin, holding her waist from behind. She remembered her whispers of a promise, one that would leave them free in a new world. 
How true does she know her words to be, now, she did not dare to disbelieve.
How hard had he worked to make her dream come true, to make their dream come true? How hard had she worked to keep all of those children safe, to him him safe, from harm? 

The last frame she had onto showed a chaotic mess of a family. Dozens of children, dozens of teenager, and dozens of adults, stood here and there with combative expressions as they all tried to out do each other in making a crazy pose.
The center of the photo had two guys surrounded by children as they were tied to a burning pole. The children danced like they were sacrificing to the gods while the teenager laughed. The adults on the outermost line danced along with the children while chanting weird phrases.
She remembered the moment most fondly, while standing next to a golden haired young woman.

Tears slid over the grooves in her wrinkled skin whe she placed the pristine condition photo next to the others.
She shuffled over to her oldest piece of furniture, and old armchair big enough to fit three adults that still looked like the day it was made. That is, if one were to overlook the patchwork of stitched cloth that was made from different color material.
Her room had nothing but a bed fit for a king, a dresser that held the pictures inside thier frames, above it, and the armchair.
The only dashes of color were on the chair or in the pictures, everything in the room was either white, or a shade of grey.

She sat on the armchair, with the first simple frame in her hands, and looked out of the open balcony door.
 She watched the distant storm clouds roll across the earth, taking with it, the life of the world below it.
Lightning flashed and crackled without stop, lighting up the clouds so consistently that disfigured shadows were splayed across the clouds. Some of those shadows fell, followed by the storm clouds dispersing, more often, the light was consumed, spurring the clouds into movement.

The distant wind blew all the was to her face, and as she closed her eyes, she could feel the wind caress her face. She could feel the wind, blow through her still thick hair, blowing it in waves.
The sun reflected on the slightly rippling lake, creating a warm canvas of serenity. Sparse trees created a clean and obvious path to a lake that stood by her home.
The old woman breathed in a mouthful of fresh morning air. 
Grey clouds vanished from sight as the sun's rays peeked over the horizon.
In the light of day walked a dead man as free and unfettered as the wind. Shining on this man, was the suns golden ray's of splendor.
As he walked closer to her, out of the light, he became mode familiar. Slowly, his shoes were revealed, black in color, yet radiant in luster. A black suit was then slowly revealed, a sharp contrast to the sun's gold as it was a perfect shade, devoid of any light or a mix of every color. A black vest and black tie, with the background of a white collared shirt.
She stood up and put a smile on her mature and weathered face. 
The picture in her hands, which were clenched so tightly, released, the glass, encasing the picture, shattered.

The picture shattered along with glass, and turned into dust that recollected infront of the old woman.
A person stood in the place of the gathered dust, a young girl who resembled the first picture. The girl wore the same tattered clothing from the picture, the same, light brown hair and bright golden eyes.
She ran towards the young man with her doll like face, streams of crystal, beading down her rosey cheeks.
When her tears touched her clothing, they turned into a golden silk dress, with silver ornaments and diamond like stones in the shape of tears.
Her feet were bare, producing a little pitter patter as they stomped against the wooden floor.
Every step she took seemed to get her farther away, just as every step was accompanied by her aging.
Eventually, she stepped out of the room and into the light of the sun. She watched the man drop down moments before and walk towards the lake.
Her hair had elongated, and her dress shortened and tightened into something skin tight and mature. Her hair had darkened but also turned a shade of red, while her eyes darkened until they reached a beautiful dark gold color.

The woman's beauty was entirely unrealistic, beyond human description, and can only be conceptualized as a heavenly maiden. Even though she was older than her childish appearence, her age now, could be anywhere from her late teens to middle age.

The beauty of her long hair and clothing were overshadowed by the woman's smile. With tears stil falling from her eyes she, cut her hair and ripped her dress, jumped off of the low hanging balcony and ran after the man who had vanished down the path.
She found him by the lake, and without addressing him, took him into her embrace under the suns light. It was a simple hug, yet in that moment it was as if all of the world's light, all of heaven's will was focused on one spot.

The sun's light was then slowly disappearing, the last sight under the sun was a man's hand caress an imperfect face. His thumb slowly tracing a line on the woman's jaw up to her cheek, then eye, before moving aside the woman's hair. In the corner of her temple was a small scar, though small in size it still defiled an otherwise perfect face.
The scar found itself covered by warm lips, quivering, sorrowful lips that were full of hesitation and regret.
As the light vanished once again beneath the rolling clouds the two's lips gently touched before vanishing into nothing. The man had faded into dust, just like the photo, he vanished, carried by the breeze that harshly blew through.
Grey clouds once again filled the sky casting the world into darkness.

It was in that darkness the world returned to as it should. 
The home, room, and chair that she was accustomed to rapidly deteriorated. The wooden building decomposed  at a visible rate. The surrounding grass wilted into dust, the streams and rivers that fed into the lake, dried out. 
Everything in the world rapidly vanished or collapsed,  even the sky was rent by invisible hands. 
The womans body cracked and festered, breaking apart and revealing a skeleton with yellowed bones. Soon after, even the bone turned to dust as the wind tore grinded them down.

All that was left alive in this world was the cackling and screaming of malformed creatures, disfigured monsters, all of which, were beyond understanding.
Just before the building fell, the horizon, seen from its window, did not show a clearing of the storm, nor a single ray from the beautiful sun.
It showed death, it sounded with the wails of beasts and the fallen. 
The last light had vanished from the world, never to be seen again.

A collection of stories that I have thought about or  made that somehow fits into my world but at different points in time
(BTW, I hate that I have to specify the leading role with gender. Not all of them are male)

children picture novel

Journey of the Problem Children

A Picture

YOUR PICTURE

Picture This

Class Picture

Picture perfect

Dirty Picture

Nameless Jumper

A Valiant Life

Anthology: Ups & Downs

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