Note: Not for backstabbing people or lovers.

Super heroes who are quite shy to reveal themselves in public.

Note: fictional, please read without comparison with your lover or ex or beloved or someone you think you know more than him or her because after all it is a mere subject of the contest.

Please read with open mind. Trying to be the lost descendant of Shakespeare when English just a language to speak to convey our feelings not a barrier with subtle rules.

　　Chu Yu temporarily removed his thoughts from these three works.
　　The alcohol at the party yesterday made him feel very bad now. He got up and found something to eat from the refrigerator. After washing up, two assistants, Lin Fan and He Sheng, also came to Chu Yu's home.
　　Taking advantage of this opportunity, Chu Yu informed the two of her thoughts about serializing a new work.
　　"Chu Yu, are you sure?" He Sheng was silent for a while after hearing the words.
　　The two of them don't care about the pressure of double opening. After all, after working with Chu Yu for a long time, I understand that Chu Yu is basically restrained in doing things. Although it is double opening, most of the difficult tasks are basically done by Chu Yu alone. Up.
　　It is precisely because of this that the two came to Chu Yu to rent a place to work almost at 11 o'clock in the morning. This shows that it is indeed easier for them to assist Chu Yu in completing the work of Natsume's friend account.
　　Even if Chu Yu doubled, their workload doubled, it would not be too hard.
　　It's just that for Chu Yu, can he withstand the pressure of conceiving the plot and painting work of two works every week?
　　"I don't have to worry here!" Chu Yu said.
　　"Of course, this matter has not been decided yet. After all, although I want to do this here, I still have to agree with Xuangui. The reason for mentioning this matter now is that I want you to have an advance mental preparation."
　　"That 's okay. First, what kind of work is Chu Yu's new work?" Lin Fan asked.
　　He and He Sheng were also very curious, what kind of idea did Chu Yu have?
　　In order to make him want to double open even while serializing a popular work like Natsume's Friends Book!
　　"Well, how do you say it? It's probably a comic about racing cars!"
　　Chu Yu didn't hide it from them, after all, the two of them must have participated in the creation of this work for the first time by then. No need to hide from them!
　　Racing...comics?
　　He Sheng and Lin Fan looked at each other.
　　This Chu Yu's style is beating a bit!
　　Looking at Chu Yu's previous works, whether it's the Garden of Words, Rurouni Kenshin Remembrance, or Natsume's Friends Account, the core of these works is not passion and fighting, but more. Preference for romance, girly style.
　　But racing comics, this kind of theme comics must be competition and passion.
　　Chu Yu didn't have a similar style of work before. If he came up with such a new work this time, can he manage it?
　　After all, Chu Yu is not an unremarkable cartoonist anymore. In the magic city, although Chu Yu is still not up to the top cartoonist status, among the newcomer cartoonists who have emerged in the magic city in the past two years, Chu Yu is undoubtedly the most dazzling existence among them.
　　If the new work rushes, then the criticism of the media and the ridicule of those who look at the water will come together. Can Chu Yu accept such a result?
　　"Why do you all have this expression?" Chu Yu looked at the silent two and asked strangely.
　　"Chu Yu...Are you sure it's a racing cartoon?" He Sheng asked.
　　"In the past history of the Dragon Kingdom comics industry, there are no classics in the racing comics. The more famous ones are the peak moments, miraculous phantoms and other works. It's just that the audience doesn't like such racing games very much. After all, professional knowledge. Too many, it looks rather boring, and in the comics about professional racing drivers, the plots of those regular races are not easy to portray, and it is difficult to shine. Therefore, the similar works of Long Kingdom in the past have basically not become popular." 　　"You even think about it." To transform the new work, should we also consider changing the subject matter?" 　　"No!" Chu Yu shook his head. 　　"And who said that the racing comics I am going to draw are for professional races?" 　　"What I am going to draw are racing comics of racers hidden in the folks. You have confidence in me! This work is very exciting. ! " 　　" civil racer? "wins a look weird. 　　Does it mean to draw cartoons for the night racing party?

　　Will there be a market for such comics?
　　Although both He Sheng and Lin Fan had doubts in their hearts, seeing that Chu Yu's attitude was so firm, they couldn't persuade them anymore. They had to believe in Chu Yu's talent first.
　　"I'll discuss this with Li Xi in a while. If she agrees with me, maybe in the next few weeks, the three of us will not only complete the manuscripts of Natsume's Friends Book, but also write new manga. The manuscripts of the first three episodes of the book are also completed!" Chu Yu said.
　　"Understood!"
　　"
　　Understood !" He Sheng and Lin Fan responded. After that, they each painted the background of the latest manuscript of Natsume's Friends Account in their jobs....
　　.. .....
　　Two days later, Li Xi came to Chu Yu's residence.
　　"New work?" Li Xi was not surprised after hearing Chu Yu's thoughts.
　　After all, Chu Yu had had this idea for several months, and Li Xi had been mentally prepared for it a long time ago.
　　However, Li Xi frowned unnaturally when he learned that Chu Yu's new work was a racing cartoon.
　　She... is not optimistic about this subject.
　　After all, there are many caricature cartoons in the history of Long Country, but there is not one classic work that can be praised by everyone. Of course, Li Xi knows that no classic works with similar themes were born before, which does not mean that Chu Yu could not paint.
　　But so many works in the past had poor results, which also shows a problem. This kind of subject is not easy to draw, and it is difficult to shine. In that case, why do you have to choose this kind of comics?
　　"Since you mentioned this to me, did you draw the name draft of this work?"
　　Li Xi didn't directly say that racing comics are not good based on her own preferences. If she wants to deny a work, it must be her Only after seeing this work will I comment like this.
　　"Of course!" Chu Yu said as he passed a stack of name manuscripts to Li Xi from behind.
　　In the past two days, since he decided to do it, Chu Yu didn't use ink, at least he drew the name draft of the first three words of the initial D.
　　"Initial D?"
　　"What does this name mean?" Li Xi asked.
　　The original name of the initial D is Initial D, which means the initial letter is D. D is the abbreviation of Drift/Drifting, which is what car fans usually say about flicking and drifting...
　　Chu Yu doesn't understand these things very well. , But there are related notes in the introduction of the works in the system space, so Chu Yu also retells those things to Li Xi. 
　　Li Xi was dizzy and motioned directly to Chu Yu to stop. Knowing that it was not very important, but the story, she picked up the name manuscript and read it carefully.
　　Soon, her eyes became loose from the beginning, and gradually became serious and focused.
　　A teenager working at a gas station, legend has it that the owner of the fastest tofu shop in the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the protagonist Takumi Fujiwara who is the son of the owner of the tofu shop, the Akagi REDSUNS team who came to the autumn mountain to kick the hall, the fiasco-senior Takumi...
　　And finally, Keisuke Takahashi, who was ready to go back, ran into Fujiwara Takumi driving ae86 to deliver tofu on the road, and was overtaken by his old-fashioned scum truck on the curve of Akina Mountain...
　　The whole work, although the rhythm is slow, but from the beginning, there is a kind of magic that has captured Li Xi's heart.
　　For Li Xi, to judge whether a work has potential or not, she only looks at one point, that is, after you have read one sentence, whether you still want to read the next one.
　　When Li Xi finished reading the name manuscript of the three episodes, and realized that the follow-up plot was gone, the anxiety in Li Xi's heart at that moment clearly told her...
　　It was very interesting... ...This work!

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　Chu Yu, a senior two-dimensional fan, a dead house in the eyes of others, and a cheating comic book author in the eyes of readers!
On that day, he obtained the system that carries many excellent comic works on the parallel world earth... and
began his life as a comic artist who considered himself a legend, but was actually a silly comic artist!
Reader A, "Teacher, please, please finish drawing the full-time hunter first and then open a new hole? It's been three years, and three years later, three years have been opened for ten years. You want me Will my son burn me the full-time hunter's final chapter?"
Reader B, "Old thief Chuyu, you know what a fart cl. If you don't resurrect Furukawa, I will send you the blade tomorrow!"
Reader C, "Hehe, Xiangbei is down !" It's over in the top eight in the country? Chu Yu Lao Kengbi, do you want to pass by saying "the dream of youth is imperfect"? I swear, I will die for your works in the future, outside of death, from my house If I jump down, I won’t look at it again!"


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　　Wilhelm asked Goebbels to gather a group of cartoonists and set up a comics studio, preparing to establish the famous DC Comics Company and Marvel Comics Company of the original space-time America.


　　In his opinion, cultural penetration is sometimes more terrifying than armed invasion. Later generations even included cultural infiltration into psychological warfare, which became a kind of "cultural war" and "cultural aggression."


　　After all, force is obvious, and everyone can see a plain war. You can resist (including mental and physical resistance) when you know it. But cultural penetration is carried out in secret. The most powerful thing is to subtly change the beliefs, values, etc. in the hearts of the public. For example, before Wilhelm crossed, a large number of Western film and television cultural works were flooded into different parts of the world, and Western thoughts and culture also penetrated everywhere. For example, Western individual heroism, etc., these ideas are not necessarily bad, it is better to say that some are beneficial to today's society, but the important thing is that these ideas and culture are eroding traditional culture.


　　Since there are countless examples of this, Wilhelm will certainly not let go of such a secret front. From now on, there will be nothing about Captain America, only stories about "Captain Germany" and his friends. Superman will also be an alien landing in Germany. All American elements in comic stories will be replaced by German ones. The late old man Stan Lee in the original time and space is only seven or eight years old now, maybe he will create some other classic characters.


　　On th day, he was copying the world settings, timeline, and character profiles of "Marvel" when the phone on the desk suddenly rang.


　　Wilhelm couldn't help but complain about the harsh ringing of the telephone before he picked up the receiver. It was William II who called. "Wilhelm, do you know Henel Company?"


　　Henel Company? Isn't it the one that designed the first assault rifle Sturmgewehr 44?. "Of course, what's the matter, grandpa?"


　　"That Heinel is here and wants to talk to you, are you free now?"


　　Oh, this Heinel is so capable that he contacted him through William II. "If you have time, let him come over and talk to you."


　　Ten minutes later, Annie led a middle-aged man in his 50s, anyone could tell at a glance that he was a shrewd businessman. "His Royal Highness, Mr. Heinel is here."


　　Wilhelm smiled and said after Henel finished his salute. "Mr. Heinel, I was going to contact you in a few days, but I didn't expect you to find me first. Let's just stop talking nonsense, although I don't know from where you heard it, but I guess you are here for weapon designs? Come on, what price are you willing to pay?"


　　Heinel secretly wiped the sweat in his forehead,  the royal prince is really straight-forward. Fortunately, he had already prepared before he came, and took out a file from the bag. "This is my company's 16% equity transfer agreement, Your Highness."


　　16%? Wilhelm raised his eyebrows. It seems that the situation of the Heinel Company is not very optimistic. He ordered the secretary to put the agreement away and took out four drawings from the drawer. "Since Mr. Heinel is so enthusiastic, here are four design drawings. Take them."


　　"Thank you, Your Majesty." As if Heinel received a treasure, he respectfully took it, and couldn't help but take a glance. Sure enough, just like Walter said, his Highness style of naming weapons is really confusing.


　　MP40, MP41, StG44, StG45.


　　It made him completely unable to guess what these names were based on.


　　MP40 and StG44 (MP44) are familiar to everyone, so let's not talk about them. The so-called MP41 is not a submachine gun made in the original space-time Germany, but the famous British Sten Mk.II submachine gun. 


　　And StG45 is a later simplified version of StG44 (MP44). Its production cost was only 45 marks, which was lower than StG44's 70 marks. The production time and raw materials required were also relatively small, which was suitable for Nazi Germany, who was severely lacking resources at that time.


　　When he turned to the last MP41, Heinel couldn't help being taken aback.


"His Royal Highness Wilhelm, this last one?"


　　Wilhelm had already guessed the reaction of the other party and smiled. "Is it ugly?" The Sten submachine gun is composed of 47 parts. The structure is very simple. Most of the components are stamped. Only the bolt and barrel require machine tools. The butt is welded from a steel bar and a steel plate. The body of the gun is a steel pipe. The spring inside can be seen through the bolt groove.


　　Heinel smiled awkwardly. Indeed, the appearance of this gun is not only ugly, but also unconventional. In his opinion, the MP40 in front is already a very classic submachine gun. 


　　"Do you see how much the cost has been reduced?". Although sten gun is criticized, it has many advantages: first, it is a powerful weapon; second, it has low cost; third, it is convenient for rapid mass production. Its simple structure and low cost have also been appreciated by the enemy.


　　Heinel quickly estimated it in his mind. "If it is mass produced, it should be controlled within ten dollars." After saying that, even he was a little surprised. Such a gun is too cheap.


　　"Yes, I designed the MP41 and StG45 to mass-produce at the lowest cost, so that we can provide assistance to our allies in the future. This assistance is likely to be provided free of charge and can only be paid by the government, so I want to do my best at cost savings. But I can guarantee that at least 2 million of these two guns will be produced, which is enough for you to make a fortune."


　　After Heinel left happily, Annie reported that the representatives of Henschel, MAN, Rheinmatt, Krupp, Daimler-Benz, Fokker-Wolf, Bavarian Machinery Manufacturing Plant (BMW), Bavarian Aircraft Factory (Messerschmitt) have arrived.


　　"Take them to the Conference Room Number 1." Wilhelm rubbed his tired temples. Fuck, there are so many things to manage. If he becomes the emperor in the future, there will be even more work, right? Being an emperor is really not easy. Perhaps his "daddy" had seen through this early so he left the emperor's throne to him?

When the whole of Europe shuddered under the wings of the German Air Force,

When the tiger tank roared and smashed the walls of Moscow,

Wilhelm stood in front of many reporters and smiled:

“No one can stop the expansion of the Third Reich except God.”

Brother Wolf stopped him. Li Du waved and said, "Don't hurry, Sean, first explain the origin of this jewelry."
Sean acted calm and said, "There's nothing to explain. I doubt this guy is really Cole Winston. Why should I believe you?"
Cole smiled when he heard this. "I can show you my license, but I expect that when you see it, you will question whether it's real or not."
Sean was clearly losing face. The situation had spun out of control. Who could expect things would turn out so?
Li Du did not press the matter. He knew the evidence was in his favor.
He switched off the call and said to Sean, "I won't make a scene, but these jewels were either stolen from Harry Winston group, or they are limitation infringing on our patent rights and intellectual property rights. Our group reserves the right to pursue this matter."
Sean was a bit flustered and said, "You can't scare me. There is nothing wrong with the jewelry I bought."
Li Du smiled and said, "If you say so. I hope you can prove it when our lawyer and the police contact you."
He handed the jewelry back to Sean, who tried to pass it to Ariana.
Ariana already knew what was going on. Why would she accept such a gift? "I don't know where you got this. You'd better return it…"
Sean looked at her angrily and said, "Don't you believe me?"
Ariana did not know what to say and looked to the others for help.
Hans gave Porter a push and Porter moved in front of Ariana.
He wasn't afraid of Sean. He just didn't know what to do next.
Since he was pushed out to face Sean, however, he calmly said, "Come on, man, Ariana's right. You'd better return these jewels where they came from"
Sean took the opportunity to leave. He shouted, "Fine, you do not trust me! You don't think of me as a friend! I guess I was blind, so f*ck you!"
Cursing, he quickly walked out of the villa.
In this way, the atmosphere of the birthday party was destroyed. Li Du apologized to Ariana and then told her that he had to do it, or she would have accepted the jewelry and might have got in trouble.
Porter took out his gift, presented it to Ariana and said, "I have tickets for the Heat's opener and Christmas day. I remember you like the Heat, so how about if we go to the game together?"
Ariana graciously accepted the ticket, smiled and gave Porter a hug.
The young people clapped their hands and made happy noises. Then they began to dance again, which restored the atmosphere of the birthday party in a large measure.
Li Du had nothing to do with the rest of the matter. He stayed out of the way, waiting for the party to end.
However, his identity meant he could not quite stay out of it. Several girls took an immediate interest in him when they learned that he was a shareholder in the Harry Winston group.
Li Du chatted and had drinks with them, but when they wanted to exchange contact information, he would politely but firmly refuse.
Hans strolled up from behind and said sourly, "Now who should be quiet? Who is messing with girls at the party?"
Li Du did not know quite know how the party started, but after Sean left, Porter felt much better, and his relationship with Ariana was much closer.
At the end of the evening, Porter sent off the guests, and they got down to business.
Hans took out the 25 valuable comics, of which five were most valuable: Superman's first Action Comic #1, Stan Lee's hand-painted Fantastic Four, the first edition of Spiderman, and two DC and Marvel combined product comics which introduced the first batch of heroes.
Twenty other magazines also had considerable value, being rare or having special significance in the history of comic books.
Porter couldn't put a price on the magazines, so the next day he contacted one of the industry's leading experts to consult with him.
Li Du was in no hurry. They stayed in the villa, which belonged to Porter's family anyway.
Porter brought in an expert from New York whom Li Du didn't know but had recently read about.
The name of the expert was Pressler, and he was the editor-in-chief of Wired Comics, the company that bought the first issue of the Spiderman magazine in Paris for 1.2 million dollars.
Pessler, a soft-spoken middle-aged man, talked quietly with Porter, made phone calls and evaluated the comic books.
The two men discussed this for about an hour and a half and then handed Li Du and Hans a report with their quotes for the magazines.
The highest price they offered was three million dollars for a hand-drawn copy of the Fantastic Four and four million for four other high-value magazines, or one million for each on average.
Of the other twenty magazines, there was a set of twelve magazines from the early days of Captain America. They sold for a total price of one million dollars. The package deal was eight million and four hundred thousand dollars.
Li Du was prepared for a good offer but was still shocked by these numbers.
Hans bargained with Porter and got a rounded up price of nine million as the final transaction price.
The contract was signed and the business was done. Li Du could now say what was on his mind. "Did not expect these comic books to be so expensive!"
Porter said, "As far as I'm concerned, I can't believe jewelry and gemstones are so expensive. It depends on the market. If there is a market, there is a price. Classic comics are in the same place as famous paintings and jewelry because they are all unique and can bring pleasure to people," he added.
Li Du spread out his hands, meaning to say, whatever you want, you pay for it.
"Can you get more comics from the 1930s, 40s, 50s, and 60s?" Porter asked.
Li Du shook his head and said, "I can't promise."
"The 1930s through 1950s were the golden age of comic book publishing in the United States," Porter said with a sigh. "Unfortunately, almost all comic books published at that time disappeared. I hope they can be carefully collected."
Li Du said, "You can give me a list, and I'll let you know if we come across any more comics."
Porter said, "If you find any more vintage comics, you have to promise you'll call me before you talk to anyone else. My comic book store needs more babies."


They love gold, and they love silver. Even more so, they love gems that dazzle, like stars across the skies. 
Firearms, jewelleries, and precious metals; A collector’s world will not be complete without antiques.  
Storage auctions, old goods trade, re-estate sales and gold-digging. But the truth is, if one wants to make money, then the supreme way is through searching for the legendary treasures. 
Holding the fort, there’s an ocelot, a wolf, and an Andes condor. At the side, there’s a loyal hound, an irascible ape, and an African honey badger. Who said that you can only rely on humans when treasure hunting?! 

Kimura Kazuki knew that Takeshi Rena was actually sent by Ryo Otake to start a scene.
Actually, there was no need for that. Ryo Otake, however, was attentive to detail, so Kimura Kazuki accepted his ideas wholeheartedly.
Nonetheless, she was thankful to Ryo Otake for sending Tadeshi Rena over. Looking at the warrior shadow behind Takeshi Rena, Kimura Kazuki asked calmly, "Are you here for the manuscripts?"
"Yup." Takeshi Rena answered honestly. "Miss Qingqiu, you have not updated your comics for a month... Based on the rules, you have to upload one new chapter per week to be published in installments. Otherwise, you might lose a lot of readers. If you still refuse to upload any new chapters, I am afraid Seikisha will cut your comics off their company..."
Seikisha? What a coincidence!
Kimura Kazuki was slightly surprised. She had not thought that Ryo Otake was the editor of Seikisha...
After some contemplation, she let out a friendly smile, "Do editors usually come to the comic artist's residence to ask for their manuscripts?"
Even Chiba Shiori could not resist Kimura Kazuki's smile, it was only natural that the same would apply to Takeshi Rena. She was in a daze for a while. After snapping out of it, she stuttered, "No, not exactly. We usually ask for manuscripts through phone calls since these comics strips are to be uploaded to the magazine. Only comics artists who are well-known in the industry would be visited by the editors asking for manuscripts." After speaking such statements, Takeshi Rena was also curious.
The comic strips of the girl known as Kimura Kazuko in front of her were not well-known. Why would the Chief Editor ask her to pressure Kimura Kazuko for her manuscripts? Was it because Kimura Kazuko was staying at the Weier apartment? Or was it her established family background, making it harder for them to cut off her comics?
Takeshi Rena harbored resentment toward the rich and famous in the past. However, she did not feel any resentment toward Kimura Kazuko.
Kimura Kazuki nodded her head. Then, she looked at the back of Takeshi Rena. The warrior shadow was still standing beside Takeshi Rena unmovingly.
The strength of this thing was... actually weak, it did not even reach the First Foundation State. However, it was similar to a ghost. Hence, Kimura Kazuki was attentive to it.
After being lost in her thoughts, Kimura Kazuki said, "I will resume uploading comics next week." She gave a smile and said, "This is the first time I am visited by editors asking for my manuscripts. I think this is a good experience. If you have anything in the future, you can give me a call. I can help you with any small matters."
Takeshi Rena was not good at concealing her emotions, so Kimura Kazuki could see how Takeshi Rena was feeling through one glance. So, she had acted the role of a young lady of high status. Kimura Kazuki knew that if she left a deep impression on Takeshi Rena, she would definitely think of her at the first second if she faces any trouble.
Kimura Kazuki gave his own personal contact number to Takeshi Rena instead of "Kimura Kazuki's."
"Sure!" Takeshi Rena added Kimura Kazuki's number into her phone contact list excitedly. At this point, she had willingly dropped all of her pride, ego, and dignity as it would be foolish to reject such an opportunity. The contact given was different from the one on the notes provided by her boss. Perhaps this was the private contact number of the young woman in front of her.
By asking for manuscripts from a comic artist, she had earned such a fortune.
Takeshi Rena might have exhausted half of her lifetime's fortune to meet such a young lady of high status right before her.
Subsequently, Kimura Kazuki and Takeshi Rena engaged in a conversation happily, and both got to know each other more. Takeshi Rena revealed her family matters bit by bit as Kimura Kazuki slowly led into it.
Takeshi Rena grew up in a single-parent household. She was raised by her father, and she had a younger brother. However, from Takeshi Rena's story, Kimura Kazuki felt that Tadeshi Rena's younger brother was a lost cause. From Takeshi Rena's description, her brother frequently cooped himself at home. If they weren't, she probably would not even interact with him at all.
However, from her description, Takeshi Yuta, Takeshi Rena's younger brother, seemed to be improving himself...
Upon hearing Takeshi Rena's words, Kimura Kazuki was deep in thought. If she guessed correctly, her main focus was on Takeshi Rena's brother.
Time went by swiftly as both women were conversing with one another. When Takeshi Rena was using the washroom, she glanced through her cell phone. She found out that it was already 5 o'clock in the evening and she was startled. She needed to go to her company for reports. Hence, she immediately bid farewell to Kimura Kazuki.
Kimura Kazuki did not try to ask Takeshi Rena to stay. He told Takeshi Rena that he would upload her comics next week. After bidding farewell to Takeshi Rena, he sat on a sofa and took out her cellphone and a notebook. Then, he started texting romantic messages written in the notebook to his seven "boyfriends."
After receiving news transmitted by Kimura Kazuki, Ryo Otake signaled the other seven police officers to start their romantic texting session.
The texting session was actually very significant. Based on Kimura Kazuki's assumptions, Natsuna Yamanaka filtered and picked her victims based on data messages. Or else, how would she be able to murder three women within two or three days? Searching for victims was a bothersome process. Natsuna Yamanaka's choices of victims were pretty strange. Her victims were women who were in a relationship with different men.
A case that was rare enough as it is. She could even find many cases as such. She was smart.
In the end, Kimura Kazuki stopped sending text messages after securing a dinner date with one of his "boyfriends." Of course, the dinner date was fake. The message was to lure Natsuna Yamanaka.
Later that night, he was standing at the french window of his bedroom. Kimura Kazuki gazed at the Tokyo Tower from afar and let out a sigh. It was good to be rich... All of a sudden, a greenish-black ghost face passed through his windows.
Kimura Kazuki turned his head rapidly with an expression of fear and panic. He shouted, "Who's there?"
Kimura Kazuki glanced twice and regained his composure. He did not think that Natsuna Yamanaka would come here so fast. It looked like she had a personal vendetta against beautiful women. He was only sending out his selfies to his "boyfriends" a moment ago, but he was actually trying to lure Natsuna Yamanaka out.
Indeed... Natsuna Yamanake was already searching for him in just less than an hour.
Even though Kimura Kazuki was sympathetic to Natsuna Yamanaka's plight, she should not become a ghost after her death and harm someone else.
While lost in thought, his eyes were fixated on the computer in her bedroom. The computer screen suddenly lit up. The whiteness of the light was as blurry as the old television and emitted a buzzing sound. It was horrifying in such a big bedroom. The next moment, the computer shone again, and he saw a big tree and a house on the computer screen. This made Kimura Kazuki had a flashback. This was Sato's house at Spirit District, which was also where Natsuna Yamanake was found dead...
As time passed, he could see that the ground underneath the tree was shaking gently.
Kimura Kazuki was speechless. Natsuna Yamanaka was actually emulating the classic scene from the movie, "The Ring." She was thinking of appearing out from the computer screen to scare him.
Moreover, Kimura Kazuki had to express emotions of fear to play along with her act.
Any normal individual involved in such a situation would probably be horrified and broken down. Even though "The Ring" was a movie, the movie alone had scared many people to death.
The emotions portrayed in a movie would be different than in reality.
Kimura Kazuki would play along with Natsuna Yamanaka. However, he still needed to confirm something.


Time travelling from the majestic era after the Recuperation of Reiki, he became Kimura Kazuki, a 16-year-old high school student in Japan, one year before the Reiki Recuperation.

Tentatively, he set out to hone himself to the bone, burning candles at both ends to stockpile resources in preparation for the imminent Recuperation of Reiki. His goal was to be many steps ahead of all humanity when the time comes.

However, it seemed like fate had decided to play a cruel trick on him.

One year later, the Recuperation of Reiki... did not happen as expected.

Here is my second idea for a ff


The mc will die and go to a fictional world (classic) the world the mc is in will be exactly the same as the original but there are no mangas/comics/animes. The Mc will have a system that will post 1 manga/comic chapter per day (the Mc can pick the manga/comic or it could just be a random thing)and the Mc will get VP(view points) from the amount of people who read the chapters (1 person can only give 1 vp per chapter but if they read different chapters they can give more VP). With the VP he can upgrade the system with different things ( able to produce 2 chapters a day, better quality, better story telling, half the time for production, etc and the cost would increase proportionately) he will also be able to by character cards (can summon what is on the card and the card would have limited uses (like 10 uses and it goes down the better the character is) and a time limit (weaker characters can be summoned for longer times than better ones)).

I would say after awhile (and if he collects enough VP) he could 'rebirth' this would reset everything he has however he will get 1 permanent upgrade that can't be taken away. the 'rebirth' will also send him to another world by himself. In this case he will be the only person going to the next world nobody else and he will reset everything he bought from the system/lose his VP and character cards) The only thing he will keep is his skills (let's say he learns to play guitar in the next world he would know how to play guitar but he would have to practice to get his body use to playing the guitar). This is all to make this like an omniverse fanfic without letting the MC get to OP to make the story boring (just remember to not only put him in worlds like naruto/dbz/one piece and to try to put him in world's where their may not be any powers)

The system would allow him to choose 1 manga/comic that it will make and to get more he would have to buy it (1 of the rebirths could grant him 2 manga/comics the system will make without buying anything). If the Mc uses the same manga/comic for different worlds he could only get 50% of the view points and this would make him not choose the same manga/comic. Another feature that you could add is that if he makes the manga/comic from the world he is in he would get a 25% increase in VP (ex: he makes the naruto manga while he is in the world of naruto). I would also say that the system shouldn't be one of those talkative ones and should just be an ai if the MC needs help that involves the system (the system won't help the Mc but if Mc has a question that concerns the system the system will answer if it can)

The Mc (depending on the world he is in) will get a power that corresponds with the world he is in (in naruto he would get chakra, in mha he would get a quirk, in saiki k he would be a weak psychic, etc. However he will lose this when he goes to the next world)


That is the gist of this idea if you need better explanations on a part just ask and I will see if I can clear it up.

Anyways you can use this idea if you want if possible though can you say you got the idea from me (either in synopsis or first chapter) would be appreciated. 

Deadpool felt nothing at all when he heard someone calling.

"Your Highness, wake up..."

"Shut up, I'm trying to sleep."

"Your Highness, my Royal Prince!"

"Damn it, smugscholar, you're only doing this to get that damn Hardcore RTW Fan Badge! They haven't even officially announced it and you've already started? Disqualified!"

"Please wake up! You need to announce your verdict!"

"I don't think QI will give it to you anyway! They'll get you to delete this fanfiction. It's copyright! It's a scam. Here's 95 reasons why..."

Roland, or Deadpool, opened his eyes and looked the person that was trying try wake him up. The person's face was old, seemingly in his fifties or sixties, and he wore a white robe. Deadpool's jaw dropped in awe and he was quite surprised.

"At first glance, had a little resemblance to Gandalf, from The Lord of the Rings, said the original author. Man, will we get more cameos like this? Does that count as copyright too?" Deadpool said as he jumped up energetically, studying this 'Gandalf'.

"Your Highness, I do not understand what you're saying. Please enlighten this old one," 'Gandalf' said.

Deadpool, or Wade Wilson, as he was known on Earth and probably other planets across several universes and timelines, looked around.

Apparently, he was in a public square and was standing near gallows that was too hard to describe. He had seen such a thing before, but most notably during that one time when he played with Professor X's Cerebro. He could've sworn that he had looked into the past and saw a poor girl by the name of Joan d'Arc executed using the same device. Maybe it was another girl. He wasn't too sure.

Speaking of girls, he saw a hooded felon who had her hands tied behind her back. She was wearing a piece of rag and she was so skinny that he could use a strand of his hair to break her bones, should he have any.

"Yes, I don't have hair," Deadpool addressed the readers who are reading this right now. "I mean, check the movie, not the comics. Who are comics? No, why are comics?"

Deadpool shook his head in disappointment as he imagining himself as Ryan Reynolds is better than being a 2D character.

The girl shivered due to the cold wind but her determination in trying to stand straight was commendable.

"Well, poor girl. I'll just have to get this done and over with before settling shit with Thanos for sending me here," Deadpool said as he checked himself out for a moment there. He felt his face and it felt the same as it was, the only exception being that he did not have his classic red suit on.

He felt his 'power' surging through this body and as he was checking himself out, memories that were not his own came flooding into his poor brain. The memories of the person he was in had updated him on everything he needed to know about this world.

Looking at the girl, Deadpool muttered, "Witch, huh."

"Your Highness?" 'Gandalf' urged cautiously.

"Shut it, Dumbledore, I'm thinking," Deadpool knew that his name was Barov but meh, who cares. He's the Assistant Minister of Finance, and was sent here to assist me with government affairs.

Moving onto first-person view huh? Alright.

As for myself, I'm the Fourth Prince of yadda yadda yadda... whatever, you've probably read all this before. Do you want me to spoil you what happened in Deadpool 2 starring Ryan Reynolds? No? Okay.

So basically my dad in this life, who goes by Wimbledon III, which is the name of an absolute fuck twat, decided to let his kids fight for the throne based on their capability to govern. He gave each of them five years to manage different territories and whoever becomes the biggest deal wins the big prize.

Well, Deadpool had no issues with this. Aside from that fact that each territory is different and some had more advantage than others, there are no problems at all. The King of Graycastle is indeed wise, like every other villain in you'll find in the novels at this site.

Pondering more about it, Deadpool felt that he has an overwhelming advantage as compared to his siblings. He came from a world where mutants and gods fight all day long and technology reigned supreme! He could basically push his territory to industrialization and win the game!

Alternatively...

"I could create Skynet and destroy this world for good before asking one of the Terminators to send me back to whence I came," Deadpool thought aloud, to the confusion of the people around him. This was especially so for big old white-bearded Braavos who was standing next to him.

"Whatever. Everybody dismissed! Go home! I need to think this through."

I postponed the execution of the girl (who reminded me of Firefist, that poor lad) to another day and after fifteen minutes of arguing with a group of nobles on why I decided not to kill that witch on the spot with my bare hands (or the gallows, whichever they preferred), I was escorted to a nice room. As I mulled around in bed which smelled as if a group of more than ten people had made love on, I started thinking on what to do next. Should I let her go? Or should I kill her and break this fan-fiction for good? 

Either ways, I ended up here because I was stroking Thanos' chin like it was a sleeping baby when he was busy spending daddy time with Gamora, and somehow banished me into this place where I ended up being this guy named Roland who looked exactly just like me and could do the shit I do, which includes but are not limited to regeneration, not dying and other stuff.

Oh, and the author changed back to third-person view later on in chapter 1.

Two viewpoints in ONE chapter. This is going well so far.

"Forget it, no matter what, at least I am still alive and shouldn't complain too much because I was not wiped out of existence. Thankfully, Thanos didn't pull that trick where half of my body would disappear. That would be quite sad," Deadpool began to wise up to the fact that he would need to adjust to this life because he was sure that he would be here for a good amount of time. 

Messing around with spacetime and trying to get back to his original universe would be something hard to achieve but as Vanessa once said, "Well, sweetie, I DO have my ways, you know..."

And so do I, baby, so do I.

Damn it, Thanos!

You used your fucking Space and Time gems on me because I stroked your chin like it was a sleeping baby? Now I ended up becoming an honorable prince in the Middle Ages of Europe. I'm still ugly and my suit is in my knapsack?! I thought this was a reincarnation fan-fiction but hmm... something is not quite right here. 

Hey author! Smugscholar, that's right. What's going on here? There's what now? B-bitches? Oh, witches. And I'm not on Earth? Monkey balls, that's just great.

Roland, a prince regarded as hopeless by his own father and assigned to the worst fief (what's a fief?), spends his time developing a poor and backward town into a strong and modern city (I should build an Avengers Tower here), while fighting against his siblings for the throne (Thor x Loki) and absolute control over the kingdom (anddddd... that's boring). 

Join Roland as he befriends and allies with witches and, through fighting and even farming, pushes back invaders from the realm of evil. 

Alright, that last part is just bullshit. Fuck friendships, fuck allies, I just want to get home back to Vanessa. And I'll smack anyone with a Nine Legendary Brick (or something) should they stand in my way.

I got the badge already. I'll finish this within the next 5 chapters unless there's a demand.

P.S. Per the questioning of some hardcore fans, I have adapted the character of Deadpool™ for the market of Qidian International™. Any similarities or differences doesn't really matter as this is a sub-par fan-fiction done for an online badge. Thank you.

P.P.S. Check out the GATE fanfiction.  It sure as hell is better than this and hella more suitable for this market.

P.P.P.S DONE

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