It's dark, I died. What do I expect? My life was horrible either way. If only, if only I could do it again.

"AHHHHH." screamed Azure.
"Where am I?"
"I remember dying."
"It's so dark."
"Even when I'm dead, it's dark."

I kept running. I ran until I couldn't. I ran until I was done. But when I ran, the darker it got. Then I saw someone. A

"-old man?"
"Hey who are you and why am I here!" screamed Azure.
"Welcome young one." said the Man.

Hey isn't his voice like-

Flashback:

Lighting of Hell!"

"I've also wanted to do that!"

Flashback End:

"Hey are you the one who struck me with lighting?" said Azure.
"I see you noticed." said the Man.
"Then are you god?!" said Azure.
"Yes." said "God"
"You seem-"
"more childish then I thought." said Azure.
"Hey! I have ears!" said God.
"So, what am I doing here?" said Azure.
 "Well, you see in the Gods Realm, we deal people who die with KP (Karma Points)."
"If they have 10 KP then they get a wish." explained God.
"Um, God?" said Azure.
"Yes?" said God
"If someone has something like 500 KP doesn't that mean that they have something like 50 wishes?" asked Azure.
"Pfttttttt."
"Well child, no one really has gotten lots of KP."
"The most was something like 100 KP, and that was 5,000 years ago." said God.
"I see, I see."
"How many KP do I have then?" asked Azure.
"About enough for at least 3 wishes." said God.
"This is basically a Genie thingy right?" said Azure.
"Yeah I guess." said God.
"So 3 wishes huh, hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm." said Azure.

3 hours later:

"I've decided!" said Azure.
'Yeah finally, I've been waiting for so long." said God.
"Can I be-"
Azure explained the things she wanted.

She wanted to be young again, something like 12.
She wanted to have comics and a bunch of powers.
The last wish, was really loud.

"OK! FOR MY LAST WISH, PLEASE DO NOT MAKE ME BORN IN A RICH NOBLE ASS FAMILY:" screamed Azure, if there was anything she did not want, she did not want this.
"Yeah, yeah I've already got them, I'll be transferring you now." said God.
"Bye." said God.

After an hour:
"This girl-" said God, but was interrupted.
"She is very interesting?" said a Voice.
I guess you could say that." said God.
"I've watched her on Earth, she doesn't have these "Friends" that the Earthligs speak off." said the Voice.
"I know, I know, she's our fathers lost daughter, what should we do?" said God.
"We haven't planned things that far." said the Voice.
"Hal, don't interfere with her life until she needs help." said God.
"I got it." said "Hal."

To Azure.

Ok, I've gotten everything I need. My name is now Sora and I am 10 years old. I remember the old man saying something about Status.
"Status."

Stats:
Name: Sora (Azure)
Age: 10 (Mentally 17)
HP: Full
MP: Normal
Skills: Comic, Soul, Appraisal.

"My skills are nice, apparently you can buy skills and others. Skills are used by MP." said Sora.
(My skill Comics is just like it sounds, you get a comic and can get this out of it. Like if I get a Naruto volume and Naruto does a Shadow Clone Jutsu, I can call upon the powers. Soul, make something come to life. If I get Naruto from Naruto, he is basically lifeless, using Soul I can make him alive. And Appraisal is just like it sounds like. These are OP, I am going to sleep. (Weird statement Sora.) My life is a trouble, I can't believe this.) thought Sora.
Although Sora is smart, she is kinda like Shikamaru. Her life is a pain in the ass, she had to admit that.

The Next Morning:

"Haaaa! So sleep..." said Sora.
"I am so hungry." said Sora.
"I know! I should create some food!" said Sora.
Lucky her, the food had the same tastes it would in real life. This was a lifesaver.
(Thank's God.) thought Sora.
Now, she heard- no she smelt and heard something weird, was it metal? Was it rust? No-

It was blood.

End.

How was that? I know, I know this is short. I was again BUSY. I also wasn't in the mood to write again. If I feel good I'll get na other 700 word chapter in a few days. If I feel really bad, and not in the mood to write- then I'll get one in like a week. Sorry.

"Well, let's try it out.", Jim had decided to fully investigate, even if it turned out to just be a complex hallucination.

"Appraise." The moment he said this, a feeling came over him, he instinctively knew something was missing. "Right, a target."

[Cooking Lv. 1]
[Success Rate In Cooking Up, Finished Product Quality Increased, Understanding Of Methods Increased]
[Would Host Like To Activate Assistance?]

"Er...sure."

[Initializing...]

Suddenly, a few items appeared in his mind, an oven, frying pan, and spatula.

"What if I wanted to make Spaghetti?"

The frying pan instantly changed into a cooking pot, the spatula into spaghetti tongs.

"Huh..."

He decided to shift gears, activating Appraisal on Focus

[Appraisal Lv. Up]
[Appraisal Has Reached Level 2]
[Focus Lv. 1]
[Modifies Perception, Learning Rate Up]

"Seriously?" Jim decided to take some of his old school textbooks out and activated Focus while staring at them.

[Congratulations Host, Reading Skill Obtained]
[Reading Lv. Up]
[Focus Lv. Up]
[Reading Has Reached Level 4]
[Focus Has Reached Level 2]

Suddenly, his head started aching, Jim noticed that he had ended up reading a dozen textbooks, looking at the clock 20 minutes had passed, despite feeling like only a few seconds had passed. Trying to recall the contents of the books caused all sorts of information to surface, it seems he had completely memorized them.

"Whoa! Okay, okay, calm down"

[Reading Lv. 4]
[Comprehension Rate Up, Learning Rate Up, Reading Speed Up]
[Focus Lv. 2]
[Modifies Perception, Learning Rate Up]

"Hm...Focus doesn't seem to have changed? Or maybe just the effect becomes better? Whatever, let's wait for this headache to calm down" Jim began rubbing his temples, after a few minutes and a glass of water, he started feeling better. "Let's try this again."

[Reading Lv. Up]
[Focus Lv. Up]
[Reading Has Reached Level 6]
[Focus Has Reached Level 3]

His head began aching again, the clock showed close to 40 minutes had passed, but all of the books in his house had been perfectly memorized, it had to be stated that Jim was a maniac at reading novels, over a hundred fantasy books, manga, comic books, textbooks, even appliance manuals laid sprawled on his floor.

"Hahah! What is this? It feels great!" The feeling of having a wide span of knowledge at his fingertips was intoxicating, just a slight intention allowed him to describe the exact order of re-assembling his bed. No, wait, who was he kidding? He couldn't actually start talking about it in the first place. After a cold bucket of water was dumped on his emotions, Jim picked himself back up and decided to head to the library.

Upon reaching the front door, his hand started trembling. "Ugh...come on, it's just a few blocks away" He headed out.

[Congratulations Host, Fear Resistance Skill Obtained]
[Congratulations Host, Willpower Skill Obtained]
[Congratulations Host, Host Has Obtained 5 Skills, Skill Seeker Gift Pack Awarded]

A middle aged man stumbles across an artifact which changes his life in ways he could not imagine.

Author's Note: I'm sure you guys have noticed the lack of updates. I don't have writer's block nor are there any events preventing me from writing. I honestly just don't have to motivation to keep going for now. Thus, I'm putting the novel on Hiatus, I hope everyone has enjoyed what I've written, thank you.

After the appraisal of the stray cat, Hank, the price of the colorful cloud cloth was really not high, they could only earn around two hundred Moe Coins a week, plus the sale of the rainbow butterfly, Zhou Yu would receive around six hundred Moe Coins a week. This income was already pretty good because he could only earn about five thousand Moe Coins through daily quests every month. This side business roughly increased his income by half. Moreover, it also improved the commercial level of Luhua village.
The king of thieves followed Hank around and got some information back. Some of the small villages next to Luhua were without owners, just like Luhua village. It was just that they did not produce a guardian like Zhou Yu, so their levels were much lower.
Having a bunch of ownerless lands nearby would be a good time to expand his territory if Zhou Yu was simply playing a territory conquering game. But idols contend for hegemony was different. Conquering a desolate village, that could not produce idols, would not bring any benefit. Unless it had some legendary stuff like a wild creative tree or something of that nature. Otherwise, no other force would bother to conquer this kind of village.
Even if Zhou Yu became an independent force, he would not touch these places.
However, the situation was different when it came to the provincial capital, where there were several large forces, including Star Light city and the fallen city, as well as the alliance formed by several small independent forces. Together, these three forces form an interesting balance, that no one could do anything to the other.
This was a good situation because, in this way, they probably would not come to harass Luhua village. Instead, some small forces in the south were much more dangerous, they were still in a state of chaotic war, and they may launch an attack on Luhua village at any time.
For this, Zhou Yu also specially asked the king of thieves, that if his force was defeated, what would the consequences be? The king of thieves' answer was, "if Luhua village was defeated, the idols and the talented people of Luhua village would become other people's goods, the name of the guardian would be taken away from you. However, you can still take the rest of the people to find other places to live, or pay a certain amount of money to get the village back."
Leaving Luhua village was not going to happen, after all, he had already built an amusement park here, and it was even more impossible to ask him to give little Muli and his other kids to other people.
"Then, did my senior Zhou Miao build a force before?"
During this period, Zhou Yu had also investigated some of Zhou Miao's past. It seemed like even after he became famous, he still didn't move to other places. According to the normal development speed, his base should also be able to be upgraded to a city, it made Zhou Yu wonder how he got away from this crisis.
However, no one could answer this question, and the king of thieves also had no information about this. Perhaps Zhou Miao joined Star Light city or the fallen city. It was also possible that Zhou Miao did not have any conflicts with people in his entire life. Or maybe he had unified Star Light city and other forces other than the fallen city.
Zhou Yu had no ambitions, he just wanted to stay in Luhua village and protect it. He did not want to dominate the world, even in the ACG world. Guarding mini Luhua village was more than enough for him.
Fortunately, the village has not been upgraded to a city, and at the moment the villagers of mini Luhua village were still satisfied with their living environment, coupled with having little Muli and Bai Mo those two idols in the village, Zhou Yu was not scared of being challenged by other forces. Or maybe those small forces in the south were scared that Zhou Yu would want to expand his territory at the moment.
......…
The comic series "the hunt for revenge", Liu Gongcai has finally seen it, and he was finally relieved after seeing it. The main artist was still the fast-handed Wang, but in the fast-handed Wang's personal profile, it said that he had joined a studio called Ying Xiu comic studio, and this studio was a lot like Zhou Yu's other teams, they didn't want to show their faces at all.
Although the style has not changed much, it was more delicate and exquisite. Moreover, the overwhelming feeling that came from the comic even made Liu Gongcai feel moved. The characters in this comic became more vivid, and the surging emotional conflicts were much better displayed in this comic.
Maybe someone else did the writing of this story?
Anyway, just like what Zhou Yu said, it was a good comic. And the ending of "assassin" was also reasonable and logical and did not give people a sense of abruptness. They just needed to wait for some time, then they would be able to start carrying out the preliminary advertising of the hunt for revenge.
However, something that interested him was that Zhou Yu emphasized that the production time of "the hunt for revenge" would be at most one chapter a week, and it would not be possible to draw two or more chapters a week like "assassin". If it was unlucky, they might not be able to meet the deadline, so he needed to stockpile some chapters first, and when "assassin" was about to end, they probably could start to release the chapters of the hunt for revenge.
During the promotional activities of "assassin", they indeed often release two chapters a week, for which it had helped them to attract a lot of readers. After all, it was rare to find an artist of such high quality and such high efficiency. Now that the fast-handed Wang has joined a studio, of course, he would not be able to enjoy as much freedom as before, so it was understandable that his speed would be slowed down.
Fortunately, the assassin had over a hundred chapters in stock, so it could still last for a long time.
However, Liu Gongcai also encountered another trouble recently. He didn't know which bastard in the editorial office had leaked information, that "the assassin" was about to end. The news then began to spread on the Internet, causing huge reactions online. For the live-action movie "assassin", it was very bad news.
If the comic assassin was over before the movie version was released, then it would have a huge impact on the sale of the movie.
For this, Liu Gongcai had to constantly come out to assure the film investors and the readers, that there was no need to worry. If it were not for the stockpiled chapters that Zhou Yu handed to him later on, he wouldn't have this much confidence in explaining to other people.
At the shooting scene of the film "assassin", Liu Gongcai once again assured the film partners that the comic assassin would not end anytime soon, and when the film was about to be released, the comic would even release multiple chapters to help to promote the film.
The only pity thing was that Zhou Yu still did not agree to let Muli sing the theme song, even if she didn't need to show her face. The reason was that she was currently shooting "the little Muli's incredible maze" and had no spare time.
No spare time my ass. It is just an animation variety show, how is it possible that she doesn't have time?
Speaking of this show, it became very popular recently. And unexpectedly, the voice actors of the twelve adventurers of the show all had very good singing voices. Especially the one called Yi Nian, whose voice was simply stunning. How could such a person just be a voice actor?
Some of the supporting roles appearing in the show also began to have a little bit of fame, such as the alluring female owner of the tavern, and her dance in the tavern was simply amazing.
Liu Gongcai couldn't help but marvel at the fact that there were so many talented people working for Zhou Yu. Each one of them could instantly become famous if they left Zhou Yu. However...
As he finished thinking, he raised his head. Suddenly, he saw a scene that made his heart skip a beat. The female lead of the film assassin was currently wiping sweat for Lou Xiaobao, and the expressions of those two people were quite ambiguous.
Is this a good thing or a bad thing?


Zhou Yu, a reclusive otaku, who did not like to go out of his house, was one day forced out of his house by a series of unexpected events.
Our discord channel is 
https://discord.gg/xgjKg7G

Rylee was still groggy when Tara dumped her on Evan's doorstep. She felt disoriented as she slipped into the wheelchair, and the front door had barely opened before Tara took off. Evan awkwardly helped pull the chair inside, the interior smelling a little like pizza, giving her one hint what he ate the night before.

"I take it Zane stopped by last night?" She guessed. He nodded in confirmation.

"I think he just needed someone to hang out with. He's taking this pretty hard. Do you need anything to drink?" He offered somewhat awkwardly.

Rylee wondered when the last time was he had a girl here. That wasn't to say the apartment was dirty or anything. Other than the pizza box, the living room was tidy, with a few framed posters flanking the TV. His furniture was mismatched, but well kept, and the carpet looked like he vacuumed on a regular basis. When they entered the kitchen, there was a coffee pot and a waffle maker on the counter, and a few pop culture themed mugs hanging from the cabinet. She could imagine a much worse bachelor pad than this. She only imagine what Zane's place looked like...

"I hope you reminded him to stop blaming himself," Rylee sighed. "The only one we are angry at is the woman who ran that red light."

"I did, but it may take some time for the guilt to go away. Heck, even I feel like you got the raw end of things..." his gaze swept to her. Rylee was wearing a loose fitting sun dress, which hadn't been her first choice of outfits, but it was the only thing that didn't catch on the stitches. Her pale legs were starting to show different colored bruises, splotches of purple and green, from the crash. When she looked at herself this morning, she was amazed by the number of tiny cuts she kept finding. Even with the worst injuries covered by her clothing she knew she looked bad.

Feeling his eyes, Rylee looked back, feeling more bold than she had in awhile. His attention felt like an invitation to return the appraisal. His arm was tucked in the sling, covering most of his skin, but there were a few small cuts along the right side of his face. She forced herself to turn away before she could stare too long at the one on the corner of his mouth...

When she turned, she spotted something on the table, and her eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Hey! That's my hat!" 

"This?" He walked over and picked up the ball-cap with a bewildered look. "It got left at the park the other day and I was trying to get Zane to look for the owner." He handed it over with an amused expression. Rylee examined the buttons, relieved to see everything was there. 

He watched her, noting the adornments. "So you're a fan of more than just Poker Monsters I take it?"

Rylee gave a sheepish shrug. "I've always been a bit of a nerd. That's why Zane and I got along so well." She pointed at his mugs with a smile. "But you seem to have similar interests. I'm surprised it took so long for us to meet."

"Zane has tried to introduce us a few times, I think. I'm just not as social as him," Evan admitted.  "Plus, work has gotten busier lately. I have to force myself to focus to get things done by their due dates."

Rylee remembered why she had come, "Yeah, about that. Tara said I might be able to help? I'm not a professional, like you, but I can't imagine drawing without my dominate hand."

He gave a one shouldered shrug, "I'm willing to give it a shot." He took control of the chair and steered her into the office. It was clearly a place where he spent most of his time, and it was organized with supplies, the focal point his large desk. 

Evan brought the monitor to life with a wiggle of the mouse, revealing the digital canvas he had ready. She could tell he attempted to rough something out on his own, but the line art was shaky and uneven. Putting her hat on, she motioned for him to step aside, then gingerly maneuvered herself into the chair. 

"Let's see what we can do with this," she picked up his pen, letting the familiarity comfort her. 

Opening a new layer, she set to work. It was easily to trace what he had done, using the pen where needed, and switching to the mouse for more uniform areas. Evan watched at first, before stepping back and letting her do her thing. She had expected him to hover like a protective mother, but the gesture showed he actually trusted her. 

But why? They had known each other for little over a day at this point. The mutual friendship linked them, for all intents and purposes, they were still strangers. She couldn't imagine trusting someone with her artwork, knowing one wrong move could destroy everything. She was naturally a control freak, though, and was always reluctant to let things go. Everything she gathered about Evan told her he was different. 

It took most of the morning for her to finish the line work, and then Evan talked her through the color scheme. She followed his instructions, and even when she got it wrong, he didn't get frustrated or annoyed. There was a natural calm around him as he patiently sent her in the right direction. By lunch, the project was done. 

"So what was this for anyway?" She asked, zooming out to look at the finished canvas. Rylee could have sworn she had seen this character before...

"My Power Patron account. I have my comic on there, but one of the backer rewards is excluding bonus art," he explained. 

Rylee dropped the pen, "Wait, comic... you draw Twisted Tales?!" She put a hand to her mouth, trying not to gawk. Oh sweet cup of noodles, she just volunteered to help with one of the top web comics....

"Err, yeah. Sorry, I don't like to brag about it. To me it's just a job now. I don't like to drag my Internet life into my day to day business." He explained. 

Rylee was still mortified. "Evan, you can't let me do this! Your fans, won't they get upset? Oh hell, your fans," the word made her mouth dry. She maneuvered into the wheelchair, needing a drink after all. 

"Do you need a hand?" He asked, but she waved him off. 

"I can do it. Just thirsty all of a sudden."

"Okay. You can help yourself to anything in the fridge," he offered, but let her have some space. While he didn't have a girlfriend, he had a sister, and had long ago learned that sometimes you just had to stay out of the way. 

Instead of following, he sat in the open chair and looked over what she had done. There were a few areas he had to change but that was more to reflect a cohesive style than a statement toward her abilities. She mimicked his shading style artfully, and clearly had good control over the tablet. All it took was a watermark and he was set to upload the finished draft.

Thinking about Rylee's comment, he put a note for his followers.

'Hey everyone! Thanks for being such great supporters. Unfortunately, I have good and bad news today.

'The bad news is, I injured my arm yesterday and it could take some time to heal. The good news is I have a friend willing to help with the comic updates. Because your input means so much, I feel inclined to ask your opinion.

The latest work was a team effort, to show the capabilities of my assistant. If you would like the comic to continue as planned, cast your vote to let us know you approve. If you'd rather wait for me to heal and continue the comic solo, feel free to give your feedback. I wouldn't be here without you, so thanks for your time!'

Feeling satisfied with the wording, he posted it, before deciding to see where Rylee had taken off to.

Rylee was a college student with her dreams spread out before her. She was engaged to her best friend, pursuing her passion for art, and couldn’t wait for the future. But everything came crashing down when he departed, leaving her heart and her wallet empty. 

Despite the pain of betrayal, she tried not to loose hope. Putting her plans on hold, she was forced to focus on a 9-5 work cycle, secretly wondering about the ambitions she shelved in the process. The occasional artist alley table was not enough to fulfill her longing to do what she loved, and importantly, to find REAL love.

Everything changes as she grows closer to an online friend. Late night role playing adventures turn into long conversations, and his encouragement spurs her to return to forgotten projects. Meanwhile, she meets a famous artist, who makes her want to give love another chance.

Could it be, this love story, would be hers this time?

Authors notes: Bi-weekly updates, original story, thank you for reading!

All of a sudden, the gang leader, Richard Snider's, flames died out. Everyone was surprised. The gang members were shocked. The girl, who Aron thought was mute, gasped. And the gang leader showed an expression of disbelief, since he was sure he had mana left.
However, Aron wasn't surprised.
He groaned and lifted his body up. 
Then, unexpectedly, flames started burning from the tip of Aron's hands. Slowly, they traced up to his palms and then his shoulders. Unlike Richard's flames, Aron's flames felt much hotter and brighter. 
Aron wondered if it was because his flames were feeding on Primordial Chaos.
Everyone was staring at Aron. He looked just like an Angel that fell from the Heavens. His hoodie had burned away revealing his otherworldly beauty. The flames in his hand felt like holy fire which would vanquish all evil. Nobody could take their eyes of him.
However, Aron was too excited to notice the stares pointed towards him.
Yes. This is it. My plan is a success!
He had successfully managed to make use of the appraisal tool and Universal Shift in order to transfer Richard Snider's skill to his skill board.
Aron rejoiced. He was the first human in the world to have more than one skill. But, he knew it wasn't a time to celebrate.
"Aaargh! Why do you have my skill?" The gang leader roared and got ready to pounce on Aron.
However, before Richard could move, Aron swiftly landed a punch in his guts. Even though Aron had taken Richard's skills, Richard still was a class above him. Each time he punched Richard, it felt as if he was hitting an iron wall. Then, finally, after hitting Richard with several flaming fists, Richard fainted.
He then turned his head towards the gang members who were harassing the beautiful girl, but they had already escaped when they noticed their gang leader was being beaten.
Groaning, Aron fell to the ground. He hadn't left the fight unscathed. In fact, he was barely able to muster the strength to stand up, when he was punched by the gang leader. Without any energy to move, Aron muttered his house's address, hoping the girl would understand. Then, he immediately fainted.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Alissa Smith was a proud, independent woman. At least on surface that is. She was actually a very lonely and sad girl.
Her parents were internationally known businessmen. They believed work was more important than family. All her life, Alissa grew without love or someone to rely on. Her parents, who never came home, always told her to focus on her studies. And that's what she did, hoping she could get love in return. But what did she get?
All she got was isolation from classmates and ostracization in society. She was on the verge of breaking down.
Today, as she was returning to home from her parent's funeral, she confronted gangsters. She was star struck. She didn't know whom to call or whom to ask for help. Her parents were dead, and even if they were alive, they wouldn't care. All she could do was await doom.
However, suddenly, as a beacon of hope in her sea of despair, a man appeared before her and the gangsters. The gangsters thought the man was a fool and started beating him. But, the man, instead of running away and tending his injuries, was yelling at her to escape. Unexpectedly, rather than a fool, she thought of the man was a hero. The type she had secretly read in comic books when her parents weren't at home.
Unable to take her eyes of the man, she stayed rooted to her spot, trying to understand what she was feeling. She had never felt it before. Each time the man got hurt, it felt as if hundreds of weights were pressed across her chest. She felt as if she would cry. But she never cried, not even when her parent's died she thought. She wondered if this was the so called "love" she had read in novels. She had yet to experience any. After all, nobody, not even her parents, loved her.
By the end of the fight, she had decided.
She wanted to learn more about this man and her feelings.

Aron Winter. A F Class Adventurer. Weak. Ugly. Fat. These were all words used to describe him.

However, one day, in a Dungeon, he found a mysterious fruit that changed his life.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I had to change accounts. My new account name is the same as the old one, FatalDestiny_7539. I am still continuing  to write this story. Here is the link: https://www.webnovel.com/book/dungeon-hunter-rise-to-the-top_20125785006968205 

Sorry for any inconvenience.

All of a sudden, the gang leader, Richard Snider's, flames died out. Everyone was surprised. The gang members were shocked. The girl, who Aron thought was mute, gasped. And the gang leader showed an expression of disbelief, since he was sure he had mana left.
However, Aron wasn't surprised.
He groaned and lifted his body up.
Then, unexpectedly, flames started burning from the tip of Aron's hands. Slowly, they traced up to his palms and then his shoulders. Unlike Richard's flames, Aron's flames felt much hotter and brighter.
Aron wondered if it was because his flames were feeding on Primordial Chaos.
Everyone was staring at Aron. He looked just like an Angel that fell from the Heavens. His hoodie had burned away revealing his otherworldly beauty. The flames in his hand felt like holy fire which would vanquish all evil. Nobody could take their eyes off him.
However, Aron was too excited to notice the stares pointed towards him.
Yes. This is it. My plan is a success!
He had successfully managed to make use of the appraisal tool and Universal Shift in order to transfer Richard Snider's skill to his skill board.
Aron rejoiced. He was the first human in the world to have more than one skill. But, he knew it wasn't a time to celebrate.
"Aaargh! Why do you have my skill?" The gang leader roared and got ready to pounce on Aron.
However, before Richard could move, Aron swiftly landed a punch in his guts. Even though Aron had taken Richard's skills, Richard still was a class above him. Each time he punched Richard, it felt as if he was hitting an iron wall. Then, finally, after hitting Richard with several flaming fists, Richard fainted.
He then turned his head towards the gang members who were harassing the beautiful girl, but they had already escaped when they noticed their gang leader was being beaten.
Groaning, Aron fell to the ground. He hadn't left the fight unscathed. In fact, he was barely able to muster the strength to stand up, when he was punched by the gang leader. Without any energy to move, Aron muttered his house's address, hoping the girl would understand. Then, he immediately fainted.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Alissa Smith was a proud, independent woman. At least on the surface that is. She was actually a very lonely and sad girl.
Her parents were internationally known businessmen. They believed work was more important than family. All her life, Alissa grew without love or someone to rely on. Her parents, who never came home, always told her to focus on her studies. And that's what she did, hoping she could get love in return. But what did she get?
All she got was isolation from classmates and ostracization in society. She was on the verge of breaking down.
Today, as she was returning to home from her parent's funeral, she confronted gangsters. She was star struck. She didn't know whom to call or whom to ask for help. Her parents were dead, and even if they were alive, they wouldn't care. All she could do was await doom.
However, suddenly, as a beacon of hope in her sea of despair, a man appeared before her and the gangsters. The gangsters thought the man was a fool and started beating him. But, the man, instead of running away and tending his injuries, was yelling at her to escape. Unexpectedly, rather than a fool, she thought of the man was a hero. The type she had secretly read in comic books when her parents weren't at home.
Unable to take her eyes off the man, she stayed rooted to her spot, trying to understand what she was feeling. She had never felt it before. Each time the man got hurt, it felt as if hundreds of weights were pressed across her chest. She felt as if she would cry. But she never cried, not even when her parents died she thought. She wondered if this was the so-called "love" she had read in novels. She had yet to experience any. After all, nobody, not even her parents, loved her.
By the end of the fight, she had decided.
She wanted to learn more about this man and her feelings.

Aron Winter. A F Class Adventurer. Weak. Ugly. Fat. He was the definition of all of these.

However, one day, in a Dungeon, he found a mysterious fruit that changed his life.

All of a sudden, the gang leader, Richard Snider's, flames died out. Everyone was surprised. The gang members were shocked. The girl, who Aron thought was mute, gasped. And the gang leader showed an expression of disbelief, since he was sure he had mana left.
However, Aron wasn't surprised.
He groaned and lifted his body up.
Then, unexpectedly, flames started burning from the tip of Aron's hands. Slowly, they traced up to his palms and then his shoulders. Unlike Richard's flames, Aron's flames felt much hotter and brighter.
Aron wondered if it was because his flames were feeding on Primordial Chaos.
Everyone was staring at Aron. He looked just like an Angel that fell from the Heavens. His hoodie had burned away revealing his otherworldly beauty. The flames in his hand felt like holy fire which would vanquish all evil. Nobody could take their eyes of him.
However, Aron was too excited to notice the stares pointed towards him.
Yes. This is it. My plan is a success!
He had successfully managed to make use of the appraisal tool and Universal Shift in order to transfer Richard Snider's skill to his skill board.
Aron rejoiced. He was the first human in the world to have more than one skill. But, he knew it wasn't a time to celebrate.
"Aaargh! Why do you have my skill?" The gang leader roared and got ready to pounce on Aron.
However, before Richard could move, Aron swiftly landed a punch in his guts. Even though Aron had taken Richard's skills, Richard still was a class above him. Each time he punched Richard, it felt as if he was hitting an iron wall. Then, finally, after hitting Richard with several flaming fists, Richard fainted.
He then turned his head towards the gang members who were harassing the beautiful girl, but they had already escaped when they noticed their gang leader was being beaten.
Groaning, Aron fell to the ground. He hadn't left the fight unscathed. In fact, he was barely able to muster the strength to stand up, when he was punched by the gang leader. Without any energy to move, Aron muttered his house's address, hoping the girl would understand. Then, he immediately fainted.


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


Alissa Smith was a proud, independent woman. At least on surface that is. She was actually a very lonely and sad girl.
Her parents were internationally known businessmen. They believed work was more important than family. All her life, Alissa grew without love or someone to rely on. Her parents, who never came home, always told her to focus on her studies. And that's what she did, hoping she could get love in return. But what did she get?
All she got was isolation from classmates and ostracization in society. She was on the verge of breaking down.
Today, as she was returning to home from her parent's funeral, she confronted gangsters. She was star struck. She didn't know whom to call or whom to ask for help. Her parents were dead, and even if they were alive, they wouldn't care. All she could do was await doom.
However, suddenly, as a beacon of hope in her sea of despair, a man appeared before her and the gangsters. The gangsters thought the man was a fool and started beating him. But, the man, instead of running away and tending his injuries, was yelling at her to escape. Unexpectedly, rather than a fool, she thought of the man was a hero. The type she had secretly read in comic books when her parents weren't at home.
Unable to take her eyes of the man, she stayed rooted to her spot, trying to understand what she was feeling. She had never felt it before. Each time the man got hurt, it felt as if hundreds of weights were pressed across her chest. She felt as if she would cry. But she never cried, not even when her parent's died she thought. She wondered if this was the so called "love" she had read in novels. She had yet to experience any. After all, nobody, not even her parents, loved her.
By the end of the fight, she had decided.
She wanted to learn more about this man and her feelings.

Aron Winter. A F Class Adventurer. Weak. Ugly. Fat. These were all words used to describe him.

However, one day, in a Dungeon, he found a mysterious fruit that changed his life.

The day was running to an end, Errit had been identifying items to the best of his ability, he had only come across six items that he couldn't figure out but it left him with impressions for his improvement.  When he closed up shop, he laid on the rug.  He was tired, prices for furniture was a little bizarre,  sometimes they wanted nothing, sometimes they wanted entire fortunes.  It was a strange market, but he had the rug. 

With its special quality, whatever it truly was, he was able to refresh himself faster.  There were thousands of herbs in his collection, and he wanted to reach level 5 as fast as possible.  It would mark his improvement significantly and he would have a gigantic lead on the competition locally.

He started writing, it started slowly but he soon got a rhythm for it.  After the first hour, he had done almost thirty and his hand was starting to cramp.  He had to find a better way, he started thinking like a comic book character, thinking that it was better than having no direction for his trouble. 
'Maybe I can get a magic pen, paintbrush, printer or .. something.' He held out the pen and stared at it.'  He set it down and tried something new.

He grabbed the pen with the chains.  It was odd, controlling it was difficult.  The pen wanted to slip.  It fell.

Errit wasn't detoured, he was determined.  Grabbing some of the grasses from his trash pile, he wrapped a bunch of them around the pen.  It was stable, but awful looking.  he grabbed it with the chains again and tried to write with it.  It was very crude.

Walking to the backroom, he pulled out a new stack of paper.  The paper he usually used for notes and started to write with the Chains.  It moved very quickly, but it was too fast and jerked.  Occasionally it tore the paper.  He was trying his best and thinking hard, 'Why isn't this as easy as tearing things apart?'

He got serious.  For the rest of the night until he slept, he did nothing except work on his chainwriting.  By the end he had managed to write his name.  It was difficult, more difficult than fighting.  Errit sweat, his power was drained.  He sat on the rug and his energy started to refill much faster.  The sweating stopped.  "So this is why it was so dirty.  Whoever use to own this did all their work on it."  It was only a speculation, but it made enough sense.

He started to inspect the rug closely, He  had been sleeping on it but he hadn't taken any time to take a good look.  The threads were wonderful, its color was deep.  Maybe an inch thick, it was warm as he laid on it.  Not a heat warm, but an inviting, soothing feeling.  Soft, enveloping.  He started to check it over thread by thread, appraising it for himself.  There were many types of fibers, it wasn't just a hide or a single type of weave.  Near a corner, a small cut was present.  

It was only a small tear in the rug but it was likely the reason for its abandonment.  Errit sighed inside, the rug was already great but to think it was faulty.. he sighed again.  There were no markings from its creator's signature or a tag on the rug.   It was filled with spellwork and formations.  It was spectacular, but for the person who had its commissioned and ultimately abandoned it, the rug was not even worth the trouble of taking along.

He looked at the cut, angry.  'Such a good thing, and its broken.'  He hadn't been so upset even when the woman was screaming earlier.  He picked it up and set it on the countertop with a glowstone and several lightrods nearby for measure.  While going over the loom patterns and the formations he decided it was a better idea to start writing them down, The Rug was one of the items he hadn't been able to identify much at all.  He took off the mask.

"Usually this thing helps me a lot."  He looked at the mask, fumbled with it and started to appraise it as well.

There were monster eye sockets and banded flesh along its edge, each was different but gave off the feeling of being watched.  'Have I always been this intimidating looking?'  Errit wondered what other sorts of issues would have arisen had he chosen to wear the blackout hat more.  'The mask is better, these abilities are too good to pass up.'  There was some internal struggle, a conflicting sense of accomplishment but it soon passed.  His stomach rumbled.

Eating his dinner, he played with the mask in his hands and stared at the rug.  Both of them were handcrafted items, things of immense power, one was broken, the other could break some day.  Finishing in a hurry, Errit brought out his notebook and started to jot down a list of things he would have Vae go shopping for.  

It was morning, Errit slept on the rug and woke up feeling refreshed, his morning was interrupted by the dozens of people ready to come inside.  The summer months were a busy time for any adventurer and free CP and appraisal was certainly a way to enjoy all of the spoils.  
"I've gotta figure something out, its just too slow."  Errit wanted to work on his chainwriting some more, but it was bothersome to bring them out.    Vae kicked her way through the group of adventurers standing outside.

"OUT OF MY WAY!" Vae made her way through the mob and knocked on the door.

'I guess its time.'  Errit opened the door and let her in, locking it behind her.  "Huh?  Are you not opening today?"  Vae asked.

"Yeah, we're going to open but I wanted to ask you about your abilities.  When were you satisfied with your level of control?"  His question was genuine and unfiltered, she could tell that he was having some sort of a crisis.

"Abilities grow, they don't ever really normalize.  You just have to accept that one day, you might make a huge mistake.  For me, It was joining the rankings.  I got ahead of myself, battle isn't fun, people die very easily.  I can kill be snapping, but anyone faster than my snap can kill me just as easily.  When I joined the ranker ladder at the capital a few years ago, they came after me at my home.   People wanted to challenge me constantly, thinking they had something to prove by my death.  Being hunted fucking sucks."  She wanted to spit but stayed herself.

"Ah.  So anonymity matters a lot on this world."  Errit spoke without thinking.

"This world?  what other worlds could you have been to?  Earth?"  She laughed it off, suspicious.  "Are we going to open or not?" She asked.

"Yeah yeah.. "  Errit unlocked the door and moved back behind the counter.  "Kinky Appraisal, what brings you here today.

"I have this dragons head, please verify its contents."  A large head materialised on the floor, blood spilled onto the wood.  It sizzled.

"You bring an acid dragon head into my shop?  You're going to pay for your appraisal.  In fact, because your stupidity.. Everyone will pay today.  Errit walked outside to the line and addressed them, "Hey.  This asshole brought acid into my shop and spilled it all over the floor, for the rest of the day, all appraisals are set to 10%.  Thank him, and make sure he knows how welcome he is."

Walking back inside, Errit looked at the man and the severed head destroying his floor.  "If I appraise this, I want four scales.  Those over there, that are clinging to the side, those look good.  You decide, you're already going to have to pay someone else.. but you're already in my debt.. so, choose."

"I'd give you the wings if you'd only just shut up and identify my items, where is your master?"  The man was piss drunk and rude.  "I did say please."  He pulled out the wings.  "Since we're at odds and I don't want the trouble, here are those wings.  Now.. Can you identify the items or should I just go somewhere else?"  he tilted his head to the side, it was confusing.

"Fine.  Can you write? or do I have to do that for you too?"  Errit pushed a pen and paper over then pointed to the sign.  'All material writs will be written by the owner and then checked by Kink.'

"I don't think you can do that.  why not just do this for me and let me go back to drinking."  The man was ready to go, he looked around and felt like leaving.

Errit stopped him, grabbed the paper and started writing quickly as he looked it over.  "Hel Dragon's Head.  Three five inch horns on the bridge of its snout, large ear ridges.  All teeth in tact, tongue in tact, essence gland in tact.  There is no monster core, its been removed.  Head is severed three feet past its second vertebae, its a clean cut."  he counted the scales that remained.  "619 scales, both eyes in tact.  No damage to the trophy."  After writing the last bit down he stamped it.

"Next time then."  Errit stored away the wings before he changed his mind and then the man left.

'Fuck.. my floor!'  A hole started to appear, it dripped into the basement.

Kink, the Story of Errit.  
֍ꟷꟷꟷꟷ֍
Decades have past since the War of the Zao Clan.  A fallen Soldier, Errit, reincarnates on Shiyan after escaping a Hell Loop.  Facing a strange world, he runs for his life.
֍ꟷꟷꟷꟷ֍
Finding Civilization, Errit figures out a plan for Domination.  Undermine the foundations of the Kingdom's stability, its monopolies and control over vital industry.   
֍ꟷꟷꟷꟷ֍
My other works include:

Re:Birth as the Hero
https://www.webnovel.com/book/17340962606579205

TEXAN IN ANOTHER WORLD (C▓NSOR▓D)
https://www.webnovel.com/book/17332235305415905

The Dog gets more respect
https://www.webnovel.com/book/17362329505538505

Gu Fifth Brother hugged his drawing book and hid behind him. He was so nervous that his whole body was filled with sweat. There were not many people on this road, so he felt much better. If there were many people, he was afraid he would be having spasms already. 
That group of little gangsters had originally wanted to rob him when they saw Li Chen. "Hey, don't be a busybody."
Li Chen unbuttoned his cuff links and put them in his pocket. He rolled up his sleeves a little at a time and said calmly, "No time to talk nonsense to you all. I'll fight you all!" 
That group of little gangsters saw that he was a suave office worker. With one look, they could tell that he had been sitting in the office over the years. There were no wrinkles in his clothes at all. and he was someone who placed a lot of importance on appearance. 
They did not take him seriously at all.
"Hey, little fellow, do you know who I am? I am the king of Donglin 13th street. When those small businesses see me, they have to respect me. You want to fight for justice, consider your own capability. Don't… " 
He had not finished speaking when Li Chen had already walked over. "I'll only use one hand to fight with you all." 
He grabbed the little gangster and raised his knee upwards. It came into contact directly with his abdomen. The little gangster cried out pitifully. He was picked up by him and thrown over his shoulder. He fell embarrassingly. 
Those few little gangsters shouted. One of them even pulled out a knife and flung it towards Li Chen. Yun An and Shen Qianshu rushed over. Yun An watched until his eyes were filled with anger. "Be careful."
Shen Qianshu was about to go and help when she stopped in her tracks. 
Li Chen avoided the knife by turning sideways. He caught hold of his arm and twisted it slightly. That person screamed pitifully, and his knife landed on the ground. Li Chen's back seemed to have grown a pair of eyes. He reversed his leg and kicked a man who was coming at him with a wooden stick five to six meters away.
He placed one hand on his back, and the other hand swiftly attacked. In an instant, he pressed the five little gangsters down rubbing against the ground. One of them wanted to go and pick the knife up. However, Li Chen was agile, and with one foot, he stepped on his hand. 
"Ah ah… "
"Seeking death!"
"Big hero spare our lives. Big hero spare our lives. We have been blinded. Let us go, let us go."
Li Chen glanced at Fifth Brother, who was shivering behind. Suddenly, he used his strength to step and break the man's bones. A pitiful scream rushed up to the clouds. Yun An felt very painful just by watching. 
Li Chen… is actually this kind of Li Chen?
So handsome, so cool. Doesn't he only jog every time he goes to the gym?
When did he train to have such good skills? 
"Stop, stop. Police. What are you all doing?"
Shen Qianshu said, "Big Brother police, we are acting courageously for what is right!!"
…
A group of people was brought into the police station. That group of police wanted to touch Fifth Brother. Li Chen walked over and stood in front of him. "Don't touch him. He's not well."
Fifth Brother withdrew himself behind Li Chen. He wished so badly that he could go home and not come out again. 
Yun An's expression was unclear.
In the police station, everybody was recording their statements.
That group of little gangsters pointed at Li Chen and said, "He beat us. My bone is broken. I want to go and do an appraisal. I want him to compensate me."
"Shut up. You already used your knife."
The surveillance cameras were checked, and everything could be proved. They also simply did a statement recording and were released. Fifth Brother was silent throughout. Li Chen asked, "Where are the people who followed you?"
Fifth Brother shook his head to indicate that he did not know.
Shen Qianshu had already gone to make a call.
"Why did you personally come out?" Li Chen asked.
Fifth Brother faced Li Chen and said without knowing why, "I wanted to talk with the publisher about the publishing of the comic today. It was actually discussed by the manager. I… I felt that I had gotten better recently, and I thought… thought to come out and try if I could… talk."
People with social phobia did not have normal social interactions. 


Seven years ago, Shen Qianshu is impregnated with Ye Ling's child in an accident. 
Seven years later, the little boy becomes famous and is thought of as the nation's son.

When he suddenly sees Ye Ling appear, he greets, "Hello, Daddy?"
Ye Ling watches as the little prince roars, "Where's my princess?"
Just as Shen Qianshu is preparing to run with her son, she gets pushed down by Ye Ling. 

"You can leave if you want, but leave me a princess first. Let's have another baby!"


comic appraisal novel

Appraisal Society

Not Avaliable

Revolution System

The Rise Of Otaku

Fallen Sparrow

Rise to the Top

DUNGEON HUNTER: Rise to the Top

To the top

Kink, the Story of Errit [RNG]: Kink

Priceless Baby: 101 Bedside Stories

People search comic appraisal also like: