Summoned to a world with only the ability to store stuff in storage then thrown into the world with only the basics. Just great they didnt even say why they needed us here in the first place.

"Even though we developed our own capabilities, we have never stopped buying character IPs. We have a huge place in the GOG creative area to showcase the character IPs we bought and to allow players to collect them," Bao Xu continued. 
"GOG world server is currently lacking in this area!"
"That's right, we are indeed lacking in that!" Min Jingchao said in realization.
"The character IPs we have bought until now are characters with a little influence locally, but none at all when it comes to overseas. These character IPs are foreign to them.
"Comparing the current GOG hero storage to IOI, they might have the advantage locally, but the reverse is true overseas. Players overseas might be more tolerant towards the heroes of IOI.
"That is a very crucial point that we have to address!"
Ye Zhizhou gave it some thought. "Then, what if we are to create an online GOG creative site?"
Min Jingchao shook his head. "No, GOG creative sites can only make good things on the precondition that there are enough players and that a large number of them participate.
"However, GOG does not have many overseas players now. We'll definitely not be able to gather good works if we are to make a creative site now. This money would either not be able to be spent or it would be spent meaninglessly.
"You should buy some international successful IPs!
"This way, it would have the same publicity effect as big-shot celebrities or even better because the target audience would be clearer. We can code these successful IPs into the game; it is much better than to get a celebrity to endorse it!"
Ye Zhizhou became excited. "Understood! As expected, this should be the answer that Boss Pei wants!"
Everyone discussed again and became even more convinced that 'buy IPs' was the best answer to Boss Pei's puzzle. It should also be something that Boss Pei had considered.
This 'buy IPs'' direction was the original principle from when GOG developed. It was now pushed into the world server and required an IP widely accepted by overseas players.
"Everyone, don't be too happy so fast. We have not fully deciphered Boss Pei's problem," Li Yada reminded everyone.
"We've decided to buy IPs, but how do we buy? Which one to buy?
"20 million US dollars will definitely not be enough if we were to buy those famous heroes since most overseas companies are eyeing them as well. The copyrights of those dramatized ones would be sky-high.
"Buying expensive big IPs will probably not be in line with Boss Pei's original intentions since Boss Pei never buys expensive big IPs locally.
"It's different from domestic markets. We have to get an IP that is influential enough for the publicity to have the effect."
Everyone entered a state of argument.
Finally, Li Yada suggested, "Therefore, we have two ways now. The first way is to buy two internationally successful IP; the second is to buy a large number of not so well known IPs that international players can identify with.
"Since we are unsure, we can send both answers to Boss Pei and let him decide."
Ye Zhizhou nodded and stood up. "Understood, thank you, everyone! I'll go back to do a simple investigation before we let Boss Pei make the final decision!"
… 
… 
August 10th, Wednesday…
Pei Qian received Ye Zhizhou's phone call not long after he woke up.
"Boss Pei, we have come up with GOG's international server publicity proposal! We want to buy some international character IPs to put them into the game!
"However, we now have a problem. Should we buy one or two famous international character IPs, or should we buy a few more character IPs that are not so well-known but will match international players' wants?"
Pei Qian thought about it for a while before replying. "The latter."
Such international character IPs would be too painful. Pei Qian was afraid that IOI would not be able to rival them. Such a worry might be strange, but it was not at all unreasonable.
The GOG game itself was already much better than IOI: a client-side game with reasonable fees and a whole load of character heroes. The game machine was easier to get used to and to spread.
Moreover, GOG was now being promoted overseas. There were two main points: its inability to adapt and the chances of its name spreading.
Unable to adapt was mainly from the fear of the hero's image not fitting overseas players' tastes and being unable to be localized.
Buying IPs could indeed solve this problem. However, if it was to purchase international famous IPs, Pei Qian was afraid that it would be too high-handed and kill IOI instantly. Then, he would not be able to spend money overseas as happily.
It was better to buy the smallest IPs and toy with IOI slowly. Using a blunt knife to slice the meat away little by little, it was much better for the fight.
Ye Zhizhou agreed, "Alright, we'll choose some more value for money and not so well-known character IPs. We'll report to you again after some time."
… 
Ye Zhizhou looked at Lin Wan and Wang Xiaobin excitedly after he hung up the phone. "Boss Pei decided! As expected, that is the right answer! We are unbeatable in deciphering Boss Pei's intentions when both of our gaming departments join forces!"
The Lin Family looked at the materials in her hands. "Don't celebrate prematurely. There is still a lot of work to be done. The United States has so many superhero characters; how are we to choose? Which one of these is suitable for Europe?"
Everyone could feel headaches approaching looking at the long list of heroes' names in English.
The appearance of superheroes could be traced back to the early 1930s. The list had grown astronomical throughout the decades of development.
Everyone had difficult choices to make:
The heroes that everyone knew were very expensive. Boss Pei decided not to buy them.
No one knew the cheaper heroes so how were they to decide if the international players would like them or not?
Who knew that these not so well-known heroes were not so well-known because they were developed at an inopportune time or because they were failures that no one liked?
It would be okay if it was the former, but if it was the latter, then it would be a waste of money by GOG to purchase such trash.
"Let's not think about the two biggest comic companies. They should be bought by all the big corporations for hundreds of millions of US dollars. We will not be able to obtain any advantage," Ye Zhizhou said.
"Moreover, their conditions will be very strict. What we can buy will probably just be for the game copyrights. Buying some lesser-known character IPs may work, but there would also be restrictions, and their prices might not be acceptable to use. Their price-quality ratios would be worse."
"Let's not consider them then; let's continue on." Lin Wan said.
"We… seem to be able to buy the third-largest comic company in the United States. There was news two days ago that they are going bankrupt," Ye Zhizhou said after he continued reading for a while.
Lin Wan instinctively felt something wrong and asked, "The third-largest comic company is going bust? What is their market share?"
Ye Zhizhou: "Less than 5%."
Lin Wan: "…"
Wang Xiaobin was taken aback as well and complained. "If the third-largest comic company does not even have 5% market share, then does that mean the United States only has three comic companies?
"Of course not, but that is what was indicated in the materials," Ye Zhizhou replied in a jolly manner.
"I can only say that it is the current status of the industry. The first two comic companies are humongous and have about 40% market share each. The third to the tenth companies share 10% of the market while the rest is shared by even smaller companies.
"These two companies have too many superhero IPs; the market is only so big. They release comics and movies. They are of totally different leagues from the other companies."
Lin Wan nodded. "Um, typical 80/20 market share. The big companies own 80% of the market share.
"No wonder, 'third-largest comic company in the United States' may sound scary, but in fact, they only hold less than 5% market share. Moreover, they have to fight with the two big giants before them. They must find it very difficult to fight. It's no wonder they are going bankrupt."
Ye Zhizhou took the laptop and quickly read the relevant information. "Yes, traditional comic styles are no longer popular. These huge comic companies earn money from movies. The comics are like huge inspirational storage where they could obtain materials at any time for a steady flow of movies.
"However, it would just be even more difficult for those that had a small market share but not able to afford to make movies.
"This Hurricane Comic Company has a few good points. They don't only use superheroes as materials. They are more diversified. A more diversified image is better for GOG as it would mean they have more choices.
"They have a few IPs that seem to be able to fulfill westerners' taste… for example, Purgatory Duke, Mutants, and Robocop.
"There was one thing very important: they had an international IP image… 20 years ago!
"The Multifaceted Man was made into a movie in 1993. They were nominated for many Oscar categories, but they did not win it. They invested 27 million US dollars and obtained a global box office of 340 million US dollars. It was top 4 in grossing for that year. The main actor's remuneration increased twenty-fold after he finished filming this movie.
"However, Hurricane Comic Company was not the investor so they did not obtain much benefit. That was its last glory. Their popularity was on a decline after that.
"It's just that… the good part is the character IP of the Multifaceted Man is still rather popular. Many westerners should find him familiar. More than half of Hurricane Comic Company's value is on this IP.
"It might feel like we are picking up from the trash, but I have to say that this trash feels rather worthwhile."


I really just want to lose money! T_T
Best boss ever, prodigy of the business world, genius creator, visionary of the century.
These are the descriptions used for Pei Qian, President of Tengda Corporation.
Ever since his rebirth, Pei Qian finds himself in possession of a system that rewards him if he manages to lose money.
Instantly, a brilliant idea comes to mind — making crappy games!
"If the game flops, all my investment cost will be lost!"
"How difficult can it be to lose money?"
Indeed... how difficult can it be?
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Item #: SCP-175
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-175 is to be kept in a metal safe when not undergoing testing. The safe is to be secured in a storage room at Site-███, with other low-maintenance SCPs. The room will be guarded by two security guards at all times in accordance with security protocol [DATA EXPUNGED].
Description: When not "active," SCP-175 resembles a yellowed piece of parchment, slightly larger than a standard piece of paper. The edges are torn, and it appears weathered and brittle. However, SCP-175 is actually quite supple and is indestructible despite its worn appearance, having resisted all attempts to remove pieces for testing.
The more interesting properties of SCP-175 are revealed when moved in relative proximity to a buried object. The proximity range seems to vary under unknown parameters: SCP-175 has become "active" in distances from as short as 30 meters to as far as several kilometers. However, on average the distance ranges between 100 and 200 meters.
When SCP-175 becomes "active," its appearance changes to become either a map, a set of directions to the buried object, or some hybrid thereof. Though the approximate size and shape of SCP-175 remain constant, its appearance may change to resemble various other paper and parchment varieties, and the writing or drawing implement and style vary as well, seemingly based on the mindset of the individual or individuals who buried the object. For a partial list of buried objects and their buriers, see Document 175-08.
If the buried object is dug up, or the map is removed from the proximity of the object, SCP-175 reverts back to its normal state.
Document #175-08: Partial list of buriers, buried objects, and appearances of SCP-175. All experiments took place at [DATA EXPUNGED] unless otherwise stated.
Dr. ███████ buried a wooden box. SCP-175 became a piece of graph paper, with a pencil-drawn map of the surrounding area, complete with a legend in the bottom-left. The location of the treasure was clearly marked. Dr. ███████ remarked that the handwriting on SCP-175 looked identical to his own.
████ ██████, a 5-year-old female child of Dr. █████, was instructed to bury a wooden box with a couple of her toys in it. SCP-175 became a crayon-drawn map of the surrounding area on a white piece of paper, clearly modeled on the style of a normal child of that age.
███████ ████, a 10-year-old male child of Agent █████, was instructed to bury a box containing some of his comic books. SCP-175 became a list of instructions on lined yellow paper, based on several landmarks in the area (trees, rocks, etc). The instructions included where to start, and how many paces to take to the next landmark, the direction to turn, and eventually, where to dig. The instructions were complete with misspellings appropriate for the knowledge of a child of that age.
████ ████████, a well-respected professional landscape artist, was instructed to bury an empty wooden box. SCP-175 became a canvas with an accurately painted overhead view of the surrounding area, with an "x" to mark the spot where the box was buried.
█████████ ███████, a professional puzzle-maker and crossword-puzzle maker, was instructed to bury a wooden box. SCP-175 became a piece of graph paper with several inked crossword and various other word puzzles, along with a meta-puzzle. Solving the smaller puzzles was necessary to find the letters to solve the meta-puzzle, which was a list of instructions for where to find the buried object.
Agent █████, who remembered a box with various objects that he had buried in his backyard at the age of 8, traveled with a research team to [DATA EXPUNGED]. SCP-175 became a pencil-drawn map of the surrounding area, along with labels that did not match his current handwriting, but did match his handwriting from papers his parents had kept that he had done at that age. Most remarkably, the map included several trees that had been cut down in the years since the box was buried.
A D-class personnel who had been a professional architect before his conviction as a serial killer was instructed to bury a wooden box. [DATA EXPUNGED]. For full details, those with sufficient clearance should see Addendum 175-13.
During transport of SCP-175, along with numerous other safe SCPs to [DATA EXPUNGED], one of the guards in the truck reported a high-pitched whine coming from the crate containing SCP-175. As per protocol, the truck was stopped and evacuated, and the nearest task force, Mobile Task Force Omega-7 (Pandora's Box) was sent to investigate after being briefed on the contents of the crate. According to the debrief, they found a sheet of metal which was emitting the whine, and the sound increased in pitch and volume as they neared a specific location. Digging in this area uncovered SCP-███, at which point the metal sheet reverted to the "inactive" state of SCP-175.
Addendum 175-13: On ███████, a D-class personnel who had been a professional architect prior to his conviction as a serial killer was instructed to bury a wooden box; the intended purpose of this experiment was to see what SCP-175 would look like when buried by an architect. When Dr. ██████ looked at SCP-175, once the box was buried, he immediately screamed, dropped to his knees, clutching his head with both hands, dropping SCP-175 to the ground, luckily, face-down. Agent ████, who was standing by the side of Dr. ██████ during this experiment, reported a flickering mass of color and a sense of extreme nausea at a glimpse of SCP-175 before it drifted to the ground. He quickly dug up the box, in order to reset SCP-175. Dr. ███████ went into a coma after this incident, and intense psychological screening of the D-class subject revealed a well-hidden schizophrenia and sociopathy. Since this experiment, strict protocol has been put in place to protect the mental health of researchers.

Mankind in its present state has been around for a quarter of a million years, yet only the last 4,000 have been of any significance.
So, what did we do for nearly 250,000 years? We huddled in caves and around small fires, fearful of the things that we didn't understand. It was more than explaining why the sun came up, it was the mystery of enormous birds with heads of men and rocks that came to life. So we called them 'gods' and 'demons', begged them to spare us, and prayed for salvation.
In time, their numbers dwindled and ours rose. The world began to make more sense when there were fewer things to fear, yet the unexplained can never truly go away, as if the universe demands the absurd and impossible.
Mankind must not go back to hiding in fear. No one else will protect us, and we must stand up for ourselves.
While the rest of mankind dwells in the light, we must stand in the darkness to fight it, contain it, and shield it from the eyes of the public, so that others may live in a sane and normal world.

We secure. We contain. We protect.
— The Administrator

"Dinner was delicious, Micheal," Kyla said as she put her spoon down after eating the last bite of the desert.
'Well, it should be I have worked quite hard on it.' I said in my mind, "Thank You, it means a lot." I replied with a smile. Soon after, others also finished eating their dinner and complimented me, and I like their compliments very much as every host would.
After dinner, we all went to the hall and talked; they all told me what had happened in the past five days when I was out of contact, and there were some interesting things that had happened, and one of them even caught my attention which I will talk about later.
"I want to thank you all for what you did, and this is a small token from me, please don't reject otherwise I will feel bad," I said and placed six boxes in front of Kayla and team.
I knew they would feel bad about receiving something for me and reject it, which is why I did not give them a chance to reject these small gifts for me.
These boxed as jet black and looked very shiny; they seemed to be made of very fine Marble. I have found them in the storage of humans whom I reverse looted in Ruin; his storage had hundreds of exquisite boxes.
They looked a little hesitant in accepting the gift, but after seeing my face, they had picked the boxes one by one.
"What's in it?" Alex asked as she picked up the box and started to open, "Don't open it here, open it in your home, and as for the things inside, all of them will be very useful to you guys." I replied with a smile.
I could tell Alex wanted to open the box very much, but she had stopped herself from doing that. They stayed for an hour more before they left for their homes together.
"It is time for us to leave Micheal!" Sophia said after some time, they have an airship to catch.
"Will you give this Rachel and Leo, tell them thanks from me," I said, and I took out two boxes and gave them to Sophia. Rachel and Leo went to the same Midzone as the twins.
The reason twins were able to come early to search for me is that they have some connection in Grimm Battlefield due to their brother, which got them permission to leave early. At the same time, it took Leo and Rachel five days to get that, but when they are about to leave, I have already been found.
Though they were not able to come, they had intentions that are more than enough for me, I am fortunate to have such friends.
"Micheal, you are giving gifts to everyone, will you not give to us," Sophia said jokingly.
"Sophia!"
Just as she said that she got admonished by Raina loudly, "I was joking, jeez, you understand a joke." Sophia said, the complaining voice.
"Sophia is right; I do have one last thing for you guys," I said, taking out a palm-size bottle from my storage, which is half-filled with the milky white liquid.
"Micheal, you don't have to give us anything; we are already indebted to you by the mold you had given us," Raina said outright, rejecting what I am giving it to them. Seeing that, I couldn't help but shake my head.
"The Violet Grade Origin Water you guys have given me had saved my life, if it weren't for it, I would have died in the forbidden ground," I said with a truthful voice.
What I said is absolutely true if not Violet origin water, I would have turned to husk before I fell into the lake to Milky White Origin Water, it could be said that they have saved my life.
"Please take it; I will feel safe if you have this with you," I said slowly, hearing how I truly wanted to have them, they finally took the bottle of Milky while Origin Water.
To others, I have only given them about fifty drops each but to twins I have given the half-full bottle which has little more than four thousand drops. This will be enough to alter their constitution and Talent by quite a Margin.
"What is it?" Sophia asked as she took the half-filled bottle in her hand, "Open it, and you will find it." I said.
They may not know about it, but when they smell its fragrance, they will understand its value on their own.
Hearing me, Sophia wasted no time in opening the cap of the bottle and took a long whip from its mouth, and just as she did that, a look of utter shock appeared in their faces.
"W...White Grade Origin Transformative Water!" Sophia said in a shaking voice, not only her voice is shaking; her body is also shaking, seeing that, I kept my gaze locked on it, in case it fell on the floor.
"What!"
Just as White Grade Origin Transformative Water uttered from Sophia's mouth, both Rain and Rachel got similar expressions on their face, and Raina, who is usually very calm, did not hesitate to snatch the bottle from her sister's hand and smell the fragrance herself.
A smile couldn't help couldn't help but appear this Comic behavior; for one moment, I thought it was not Raina, but Sophia herself; it looks like these sisters are more similar than they are different.
Compared to twins, Rachel's reaction was a little more measured, she controlled herself from snatching the bottle off Raina's hand and looked at me intently, feeling her intense gaze, I mouth something to her which brought a huge smile on her face which seemed to lit the whole room extra bright.
I was a little surprised to see such a smile on her face as the only time I had seen her such a smile on her face when I made my confession to her when we were in Ruin.
"It really is While Grade Origin Water!" Raina said after she got control over emotions and looked at me, "Micheal, this is too precious." Raina said, move her hand to give me back the bottle.
I could tell she wanted this Origin Water, but seeing its preciousness, she had decided to return it, I couldn't help but feel touched seeing it.
"Keep it; I have a few bottles more for myself." I rejected resolutely, and seeing adamant expression; she finally took back the bottle.
"Could you tell me more about this White Grade Origin Water?" I asked back; I have never heard this grade before; otherwise, I would not have called it the Milky While Origin Water.
"White Grade saturated Origin water, it is only found in the Central Continent, and even there it is quite rare," she said and started explaining its value and other details about it.
"My brother had found a thousand drops in the central continent, and it helped him gain the perfect fusion with his inheritance," Raina said after some time.
With her explaining, I got a clear idea about the value of Milky White Origin Water and couldn't help but feel lucky to get such treasure.


In the world where Humans and Monster's form a bond and fight together, the world where both Evolve together to get stronger.

Walk with Micheal as he starts his adventures with his Silver Sparrow, overcomes countless obstacle and adversaries to fulfill his greatest Dreams.

The initial and new chapters getting edited everyday.

Release Rate: 14 Ch/Week+


The cover is not mine. I couldn't track down the original creator but if the creator is out there, message me if you want me to take it down or give credit

 The pounding noise continued to get louder as it woke Mitchell from her terrible nightmare. She shot up in a cold sweat, gasping for air. As her mind began to clear, the noise became more a more distinct beeping noise. "My alarm!" 
 Mitchell looked over to her end table, checking the time. She cringed as she slapped the "dismiss" button. "There's no way this has been going off for an hour!" She twisted her body to hang her legs off of the bed, accidentally kicking her cat, Kingsly. He hissed as he bolted off the bed into the bathroom. She could still hear him grumbling when there was a knock on her door. "What?" Mitchell asked dragging out the A's, clearly irritated with how her morning was going. 
 A husky blonde woman opened the door peeked her head into the room. "You never made it to the shop, I had to call your sister in so I could come and check on you. I was worried-" 
 "Okay mom... I'm up, I'm late, I get it." Mitchell sighed as she walked to the bathroom. She turned on the sink and splashed some water onto her face, trying to fully wake up to focus on the day. She looked up to the mirror and paused. There she was, but something was different today. Her reflection in the mirror showed her normal long brown hair, blue eyes, and pale skin, but something was off. She couldn't tell if it was more sadness in her eyes than normal, or if she was looking borderline frail for her normally busty frame. All she knew was something was different. She released a heavy sigh as she reached for her toothbrush, pausing to examine her hands. Burns. After applying a thick layer of eyeliner, a bit of mascara, and some bronzer she looked almost human. Or to her, not dead dead, whatever that meant in her dreams. 
 After combing her hair through and getting dressed in a floor length black skirt with a matching black crop top, she was ready to go. She bolted halfway down the stairs, then made a giant leap over the railing, landing on the couch next to the door. She reached down, grabbing a pair of simple black sandals and slipped her feet in. "Just lock up on your way out, please!" She called to her mom as she grabbed her small leather backpack off of a hook by the door. 
 Mitchell's mom hobbled down the stairs, holding the railing for security. "One of these days you need to move out of this townhouse. Too many stairs!" Her voice was raspy and out of breath. "Just wait two more minutes and we can ride together. You are already late, anyways." She chuckled to herself as she got to the bottom landing. 
 "What are you going to do, fire me from the family business?" Mitchell smiled to her mother, reaching her arm out for support. "And maybe I like having stairs. Keeps me thin," she said as she gently helped her mother to the door. 
 "You try having five kids and a hip replacement in a ten year period, then you will hate stairs," she replied as she patted Mitchell on the back. "Speaking of kids-"
 Mitchell put her hand up, signaling her disinterest in the conversation. "Not going to happen, mom. Kids aren't my thing. You have enough grand-kids anyways."
 "From everyone but my oldest," she replied, prodding her finger into Mitchell's chest, right over her heart. "At least give me a son-in-law and a puppy grandchild."
 They eased their way out of the door, and Mitchell shut it behind them, locking it quickly. "So what is Kingsly to you? Should I tell him you're not his grandma anymore, just some crazy lady named Sarah?" She gently guided her mother to the car, opening the passenger door for her.
 "You know I hate cats, Ell," Sarah replied as she buckled herself and shut the door, eyes following Mitchell as she walked around to the driver's side of the car. She reached over, to try and open the door for her, but she was a few inches too short.
 "Still a fur-baby grandchild," Mitchell replied as she got into the car and put her seat belt on. "He's an angel, and you know it. You'll learn to love him." She turned the key in the ignition, put the car in reverse, and backed out of the driveway.
 Sarah sighed, rolling her eyes as she turned to the window. Mitchell never understood her mom's hatred for cats, but it didn't bother her. Her home, her rules, so no matter anyone's feelings, she could do as she pleased and be herself. After five minutes of silence, Mitchell spoke up, "You know, I don't plan on staying at the store forever, right? I've been accepted where KayCee is."
 "Are you sure you want to work with a friend? I read online that it can cause strain in relationships working together, especially if you mess up and she is the one who put in a good word for you," Sarah replied, turning to face Mitchell. "Plus, this is our family's pride and joy! How could we have a family store without the whole family?"
 Mitchell huffed, clearly annoyed. "Easily, keep the ones who actually care there and just let me go. I won't mess up with KayCee, because it is something I actually want to do. It's literally what I went to school for."
 "You know it makes your dad happy having us all at the store," Sarah said sternly. "He put a lot of money and labor into getting all of the antiques, plus the work into restoring them. He works harder than anyone I know, and he supported us all these years, it's the least you could do."
 "He's not my dad. You know that, and I know that. Shit, even Adam and Luke know that. They were old enough to remember our dad," Mitchell retorted. She pulled into a small shopping center, parking her mom's car behind the building, angrily turning the key to the off position. "Martin is just the guy who tried to take my dad's place. After this week, I won't be working with you here."
 Mitchell let herself out of the car and walked to the back door of the store. In faded paint, you could barely see the "Very Valuable Vintage. No entry for customers" wording on the door. "Hopefully the last week I'll be in here, and my mom isn't right about KayCee," she thought to herself. A cold sensation trickled up from her hands to her body as she turned the doorknob. Something about this day felt different, but she still couldn't figure out what. She entered the building, kicking down the door stop to prop the door for her mother as she worked her way through the back storage room to the lobby. A young couple were slowly browsing the antique furniture section, and a tall, blonde man was flipping through the catalog of First Edition books they kept in the store room. Mitchell looked over at the register and found her youngest sister propped back playing on her phone. She quickly walked over to the counter and announced in her best customer service voice, "Good morning everyone, if you need any help with any items, just let me know. Feel free to grab me if you need me!" 
 The blonde man turned and smiled at her, politely pointing down to the catalog and raised his brows, asking for help without speaking. Mitchell slid through a small opening in the counter and hurried over to him. "Hello sir, I'm Ell, what can I help you with? Looking for a specific First Edition or collectible?" She looked into his green eyes and smiled. "What a pretty man," she thought to herself as she examined his facial features. Well over six foot tall, the man had very defined cheeks and jawline, long blonde hair to the middle of his back, and a snug, button up shirt leaving nothing to the imagination on how muscular he was. 
 His deep, but gentle voice filled the air as he spoke, "Yes, actually. I noticed you have a Bible from the fourth century listed in here. May I see it?" He turned the catalog to her, showing the antique Bible's photograph and description to her. Underneath, the asking price of eighty-thousand was listed.
 Mitchell took the catalog from his hands and smiled. "Of course, sir, but unfortunately we don't keep it here because of it's value. It's being held in a safety deposit box at the bank down the road, I am more than happy to take you to see it, mister..."
 "Lunaire," he replied. "Should we set up an appointment to see it so my investor can come as well? No reason to take two trips." Lunaire casually leaned against the wall as he pulled a phone from his front pocket and began to scroll through it. "It looks like we would be available later this afternoon, around two. Would that work for you Miss Ell?"
 Mitchell felt a slight rush in her cheeks, causing her to blush slightly. "Just Ell is fine, and yes, that would work perfectly. We can meet at two, just head south from here and the first complex on your right. I'll be right out front of the WellsFargo."
 Lunaire smiled and nodded to her and typed into his phone. He reached out and took her hand, shaking it gently, "Thank you, Ell. We will be there." He turned and walked out of the door, waving at her through the front window as he made his way to his truck. Mitchell smiled and thought to herself, "Hopefully an easy sale and a nice commission check! his hands were so soft..." as she fiddled with her hands. She turned and walked back to the counter, leaning over to her sister. "Lilly, let mom know I am showing the Bible in a few hours so I wont be staying long. I'll take over the register for now, though."
 Lilly looked up from her phone for the first time since Mitchell walked in the store and shrugged. "Cool. I'll be in the back then. Mom said we got a shipment of some old-ass comics we have to go through that Dad found online. Hopefully he didn't overpay and they don't look like shit. We lost about four-hundred the last time he bought some." She slowly stood up, taking her time to stretch out before grabbing her coffee cup and retreating the the storage room. Mitchell chuckled to herself as she remembered when Lilly broke the news to Martin that the comics were junk. He always insisted on doing the searching and purchases himself, as he had a self-proclaimed eye for top sellers.
 Sarah came out from the back room with a big grin on her face. "I hear you might be selling the Bible, is this true?" She hobbled her way to Mitchell and hugged her. "We might actually be well enough ahead for the first time in years after this! Your dad will be so pleased!"
 "Martin will be so pleased," Mitchell corrected her. "This will be my parting gift for leaving, but I still want my commission for it." She nodded her head, assuring herself that this could possibly be one of her biggest commission sales yet, and the perfect time to leave without disturbing the balance in the family. "So, I'll be leaving here in a few hours. If it sells I'll let you know."
 "Did he seem very interested, or just maybe?" Sarah asked, curious.
 Mitchell rubbed her temples and sat down in Lilly's register chair. "I guess. He's here for some kind of investor, so I'm sure he has a private collection or something." Her head started pounding, causing her to wince. She looked over at the couple, watching them shrug and walk out of the shop. Sales have been lower than normal, so she wasn't surprised they didn't make a purchase. Why buy something old when you can buy new vintage style furniture for half the price? "I've got a headache, so do you mind if I help sort and you deal with anyone that might come in today?"
 Sarah nodded her head, "Of course. You've got a more important sale to focus on, so do what you have to and make sure you're at the bank early. No bad impressions! It's taken twenty years for someone to actually want to see it."
 Mitchell stood up, slid past her mother, and worked her way back to the storage room. Once again, Lilly was mindlessly scrolling on her phone, completely ignoring the boxes of comics to be sorted. She chuckled to herself. "Lord help them if they think Lilly will actually do something for this store." Mitchell pulled one of the boxes over to a desk, sat down, and began to sort them. Carefully eyeing the dates and issue numbers, she stacked them into two piles: Sales and Donate. "Looks like Martin didn't suck so bad this time," She said as she carefully dangled a early copy of Captain America in front of her sister's face. "You should post this one on the website for full asking price only. It'll sell quick without hagglers trying to cut a deal."
 "Oh, wow! Not worth fifty cents like the other junk he brought in last month!" Lilly smiled as she took the comic from Mitchell. "Thanks for helping, Ell. I'm really not feeling it today. Think mom will let me go early? I have plans tonight..." her voice trailed off as she got a new alert on her phone. Lilly smiled, blushing as she quickly typed back to her mystery friend.
 Mitchell loved seeing her sister happy. As the youngest, she had the luxury of not remembering all the bad events from their childhoods, but at the same time she would never know the unconditional love of their father that had passed. Mitchell was always jealous of her spirit, Lilly was like a ray of sunshine compared to her. "I'm sure if the Bible sells we will all be out of here early. I hope this Lunaire guy is reliable. I wonder who his investor is," she said as she continued to sort through the comics.
 "If tonight doesn't go my way, I hope that Lunaire guy is single!" Lilly laughed. "He sure was a hottie."
 They both broke out in a chorus of cackling laughter. Mitchell wiped a tear from her eye, not sure if it was from laughing or because she was always alone, never interested in anyone for herself. "I think he may be a little too old for you, Lilly. He had to be like, thirty or something. You're barely legal. Plus he doesn't seem like the type to play step-daddy."
 "I meant doesn't go my way, like, I'm stuck here covering for you. You should ask him to coffee or something, you're old so I'm sure you guys have lots of things in common," Lilly snorted. She was always so pushy for Mitchell to date, convinced she was so worried about her siblings that she ignored her own needs.
 Mitchell put her hand up, "I'm cool. I already told mom that the only grand-kid she gets from me is Kings." She smiled, hoping to stop the conversation where it was.
 "I said nothing about grand-kids, I said date. You know, like a social life besides here and KayCee. I'm pretty sure Dad thinks you guys are lesbians or something."
 Mitchell chuckled as she reached into the box for the last comic. "You know I'm not-" she cut her sentence short, focused on the cover of the comic. Death Angels. The cover had a man with long dark hair in a cloak, facial piercings, and skeletal fingers. It slowly burst into gray smoke and disappeared right before her eyes.
 Lilly looked over, oblivious to what had happened. "Whatcha find?" she asked, face scrunched in concern. "You look like you found a bug or something in there. That's happened to me before. It was still alive too!" She shuddered at the thought.
 "No..." Mitchell replied slowly. "I thought there was another book in here, but I guess my migraine is playing tricks on me."

Mitchell, the oldest of all her siblings, has never been much of a dreamer. That is, until she had a visitor in her dreams warning her of evil to come. A family curse threatens to take her life over something far in the past. Will Death take her, or will Death save her life? When everything you've been taught is flawed, what side will she stand on?

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There was a pattern on the bottleneck, which was actually the tree's original grain pattern. It looked natural and euphemistic, as it complemented the vase perfectly, making it look like a work of art.
Li Du stared at the vase. "Was this really carved by you?" he asked. "On your own?"
The little blue-eyed girl nodded, and whispered, "Well, do you like it?"
Li Du kissed the vase. He then squatted down, gave her a hug, and kissed her on the forehead. "Yes, I like it very much. It's so well-made."
He was not patronizing her; the vase was exquisite. He marveled at the little girl's carving skills.
He might be an adult, but if he were given a trunk to make a vase out of, he would definitely not be able to do half as well as she had.
The little girl gave a shy but contented smile. She then took out a small container from her backpack and said, "I also brought gifts for Ah Meow and Crispy Noodles."
Ah Meow and Crispy Noodles stretched their necks out in anticipation.
Then, the little girl opened the container to reveal the few chunks of ice inside it.
The sun's rays shined onto the ice, reflecting a beautiful soft light.
How is ice considered a gift? You could have at least brought dried fish or something. Ah Meow glowered at the little girl, his eyes wide with astonishment.
Victoria asked, "Ah Meow, I brought you ice cubes. Do you like them?"
"Meow!" Ah Meow moved his claws about with dissatisfaction. To hell with it. I'll topple your box of ice!
Li Du smacked him on the head. "Be quiet, don't make so much noise."
Then he gave Victoria a warm smile. "Ah Meow's very fond of it—he likes it so much. See how excited he is?"
Ah Meow scratched his head with his claws as he despondently nursed his grievance. Victoria couldn't really read his mood. She giggled, "As long as Ah Meow likes it. I'll bring him some more ice next time. And Crispy Noodles, does he like it? "
The raccoon was smart. He'd noticed that Ah Meow got a smack on the head from Li Du when he had expressed his discontentment.
So when the little girl asked him, he leaned forward, rubbed his head against her calf, and raised his face toward her with a fetching smile.
Li Du stroked his head approvingly. Well, this was how a good boy should behave.
Godzilla went into the cabin to get Victoria a cup of freshly pressed apple juice. Mother Mesa's home was some distance away; the little girl had come over on a bicycle and was hot and tired.
Taking the juice, the little girl said politely, "Thank you, uncle."
Godzilla laughed and went to unload the truck.
Li Du asked, "Have you been looking for me thee past few days?"
The little girl bowed her head and drank the juice. Her bangs blocked her face, and her expression could not be seen. Only her little voice was heard, "Hmm."
Li Du had been in Las Vegas the past few days, so she ha not been able to locate him. However, she had insisted on making a trip to the cabin every single day, and came by to check every morning.
The treasure hunters in the cabin told him this. After hearing this, Li Du asked, "Why were you so persistent about giving me this gift?"
The little girl remained quiet and sipped the juice with her head lowered.
Li Du had work to do, and seeing that she did not wish to speak further, he let her play there with Ah Meow, Ah Ow, and Crispy Noodles.
When he was about to leave, the little girl said, "Brother, are you going to do work?"
Li Du nodded. "Yes."
"How about I go help you out? I am good at doing work," the little girl whispered.
Li Du said, "It's better for you to play here. Later, Brother will cook something delicious for you."
The little girl shook her head. "I'll help you. Mother Mesa said one should use labor in exchange for food."
Li Du was vexed at how stubborn she was. Unloading the truck was laborious and dangerous work. It was not something a barely seven-year-old girl should be doing.
He remembered that she had paper, pens, and comic books in her backpack, so he asked, "Victoria, do you like drawing?"
"Hmm."
"How about this? You stay here and draw, then give me the drawing later. I like collecting drawings. This will also be labor, right?"
"Okay," the little girl happily agreed.
Li Du then went over to help sort things out. They had brought back two truckloads full of stuff from Las Vegas, mostly furniture and household appliances.
Hans said, "We've gotta expand the fleet, at least buy another truck. Look, we got six storages units at once this time. We can't possibly rent trucks for every auction, right?"
They indeed faced an issue. The six storage units had been small and so hadn't contained many items. If they had been six medium-sized storage units, they would have had to rent four or five trucks.
Li Du couldn't be bothered with this, and told him, "I'll leave it to you to handle."
Surprised, Hans asked, "You don't seem to care?"
"You'll be responsible for the company from now on. I'm going to the Winslow National Park to look for fire opals, and might not attend storage auctions anymore."
Hearing this, Hans got anxious. "Buddy, I'm in favor of you pursuing your hobbies. But if you don't attend the auctions, how are we gonna land the valuable units?"
"I'll attend fewer of them, not skip all of them completely," Li Du assured. "Let me know about any major storage auctions. If it's not major, then you can make the decisions."
This was acceptable to Hans. In the storage auction line of work, one could sometimes go without making money for as long as three months. However, once the money came in, one could also live off the gains for three months. Besides, there were many valuable items left at their cabin they had yet to sell off.
The items they had were worth millions of dollars. He wouldn't be available to attend storage auctions for the time being anyway; he would have to find ways to sell them off first.
As they were unloading their trucks, the old goods treasure hunters went up to them with interest.
"Hi, Boss Li, what would you like for this set of tableware? Or do you plan on selling it?"
"This is a set of pure silver antique-style tableware," Li Du said. "It's worth quite a bit. Are you sure you've got something just as valuable to match it?"
"Alright, it's obvious you know its value. What about these appliances? The TV, microwave oven, grill and so on—how should we swop?"
"Not swopping these—I've got an idea. We're going to create something fun," Hans said, resting his elbow on Lu Guan's shoulder.
Lu Guan said, "No, Big Fox, it was MY idea."
"I'm the second boss and your leader," Hans replied in a domineering way. "The subordinate's idea is also the leader's idea."
Li Du was busy until noon, and finally opened the refrigerator as he prepared to cook.
They hadn't been in at the cabin for some time. All that was left in the freezer was some leftover pork, a pig's head, and pig's offal from the Berkeley black pig.
As he took these items out, Li Du said to Hans and rest, "I'm going to whip up some Chinese farm-style dishes. Are you guys interested in trying some?"
Hans nodded quickly. "Yes, I'm interested."
The little girl, drooling, also nodded. "Yes, interested."
Li Du smiled and stroked her little head. Recalling his earlier experience selling cookies with her, he was even more sure that this little lass was a glutton.


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?! 

"You can even tell that they had a quarrel?" Shen Xixi asked with raised eyebrows.
"Well, I spent quite some time with Holmes in one of my previous quests." Zhang Heng explained as he started the car.
"How long? Two months? And that's enough for you to learn his deductive reasoning skill?" Shen Xixi asked.
"Actually... slightly longer than two months."
"That's amazing," Shen Xixi complimented, "It seems that 1810 has found the right person this time."
"...I'll do my best," Zhang Heng said and drove his car out of the parking lot. He then continued, "We still have some time. Do you want to go back to school?"
"No need." Shen Xixi shook her head. "I have nothing to do when I go back. Yogurt has been missing for more than a week. The sooner I can find her, the better. How about you? Detective, do you have any clues?"
"Hmm, we need to find the mastermind. First, we need to play by his rules. Do you remember the Sphinx that attacked us earlier?"
"Of course."
"Although the sphinx is a fake, its behavior was a direct copy of the Greek mythological Sphinx. In the surveillance video that 1810 showed me, the four Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles got into the sewer after passing the intersection. Except for Dumbledore, who acted out of character, the others tried their best to stick to their roles. That shows that no matter who their creator is, they tend to imitate their original characters."
"Hmm… Indeed.
 "We can use this pattern to find them," she said after thinking for a second.
"To be precise, we'll let them come to us," Zhang Heng said. "Although they change locations constantly, we know the place that they always go to and their behavioral pattern. Maybe we can lure them out."
"So... we're going to go into the sewer next?"
"No, I mean we can pretend to be the emperor."
"Who?"
"Sheev Palpatine, the Galactic Republic's former speaker, later launched the Clone War, declared the Jedi Order's treason, and singlehandedly established the Galactic Empire. He is regarded as the number one enemy of the Jedi Order." Zhang Heng briefly introduced the emperor's background to Shen Xixi, "If Master Yoda sees the emperor, he will definitely show up."
"Okay, I understand your plan now. Where should we start next?"
"Let's figure out a way to get the emperor's costume first. Know where we can get it?" 
Zhang Heng actually knew how to procure it, but doing so would be very troublesome. Eventually, he decided to ask Shen Xixi first.
"Well, let me think about it," the latter raised her eyebrows, "I can ask Rabbit to help us. She is a huge anime fan and is in a cosplay club. She should be able to get us the costume."
"We owe her a favor this time. It would be ideal if we can buy it because I can't guarantee that we won't damage it," Zhang Heng cautioned.
An hour later, the two came to an apartment. A boy with glasses was waiting for them at the entrance. There was a box beside his feet with the emperor's costume in it. Zhang Heng did a quick take and found out that it looked realistic enough. Although not on the same level as the Sphinx, it was good enough to fool the enemies if one didn't take a good look at it, especially at night.
"Are you really willing to spend two thousand yuan for this costume?" 
The boy hesitated.
The price of cosplay outfits fluctuated greatly and could cost up to tens of thousands of yuan. This set of Palpatine's costume was a well-made reproduction. Its real cost, however, was estimated to be only around five-hundred yuan. Besides, the seller was bored of playing an emperor at comic con, deciding that it was time to make a change. So, when he heard that someone was willing to pay a high price to buy his costume, he immediately agreed to it.
"Hmm." Zhang Heng took an envelope from the storage compartment in the car and handed it to the boy. "You can count it."
The latter took the envelope and opened it. He felt the envelope's thickness and smiled, "No need. You are a friend of Rabbit. I know I can trust you."
After that, he looked at Shen Xixi. "Dude, are you interested in Shimakaze's costume? It is a treasured collection of mine. Initially, I planned to let my future girlfriend wear it for me, but it seems that's not going to happen anytime soon. I can sell it to you at a low price."
"Thank you for your kind offer, but I think you shouldn't give up your dream," Zhang Heng said, "after all, who knows will happen tomorrow."
The boy with glasses put on a bitter smile upon hearing those words. "Tomorrow. Perhaps I will be on my own tomorrow..."
Before he could finish, he heard Shen Xixi suddenly saying, "Do you have Voldemort's costume?"
"I don't have a Voldemort costume. His popularity has dropped a lot recently. I do have Hermione's costume, though. Are you interested?" The boy was getting excited.
"How much would it set me back?"
He hesitated, "You don't need to pay me. Just wear it, and let me take a picture of you."
"Okay?"
He seemed afraid that Shen Xixi might change her mind, so he hurried back home to grab the costume.
"You guys, wait for me."
Less than five minutes later, he was back. There was a box in his arms, and he was sweating profusely. 
"Gryffindor school uniform. Tie, cloak, skirt, magic hat, scarf, and staff. It's all inside the box."
"You came well-prepared," Shen Xixi grinned.
"You're right. Everyone in the cosplay scene knows how serious I am. I used to crawl on the ground for the entire day in my Bulbasaur costume," the boy with glasses gushed. He then passed the box to Shen Xixi and shouted, "Oh, yes, I still have something to do. I need to head back first. I wish you all a good time!"
Shen Xixi frowned. When the boy with glasses ran away, she opened the box. The items in the box matched his description. When she noticed the size of the shirt and skirt, however, she became a little unhappy about it.
But soon after, her anger dissipated, seemingly amused by the boy. "The guy said he wanted my photos, but he didn't even add my WeChat account. Forget it. Let's just consider this a gift from him to us."
On the other hand, Zhang Heng had changed into the emperor's costume. Compared to other more complicated designs, this one was rather simple to wear. All he needed to do was to put on the black robe and a special skin mask. The boy with glasses was not bragging when he told them that this set was his masterpiece. He had even fashioned a pair of 'wrinkled hands' gloves.
Upon donning on the costume, Zhang Heng felt like he had transformed into a Star Wars major villain.


Growing up with eccentric materialistic parents who left him in the care of his grandfather for a job overseas, Zhang Heng had learned to adapt and be unfettered by the oddities and challenges in life. But he would soon learn the baffling truth about the world he thought he knew when one day at midnight time froze and he found himself in a world so quiet and still it was deafening. That night, he discovered that he had 24 hours more than everybody else and thus, marked the beginning of his adventures. The mysteries surrounding his newfound ability only deepened when a strange old man claimed to have given Zhang Heng that ‘gift of time’ and recruited the young man to participate in a cryptic ‘life-changing’ game on his behalf. Little did Zhang Heng know that accepting those terms meant embroiling himself in many versions of reality and exposing himself to the hidden secrets of the world—a decision he could never undo.

Milton Graves grew up a happy child, at least for the first few years of his life. His parents, Todd and Lucy, were hard working but they spoiled Milton to no end. They loved him and he loved them and their days were filled with love, happiness, and prosperity. Milton was fortunate enough to spend a lot of time with his parents.
They shared with him their love of comic books and thus he was introduced to a whole other world. A world full of people and otherworldly beings with amazing and frightening abilities, skills, and gadgets. The happiness that came from having the comic books and sharing those worlds with Milton made Todd and Lucy the happiest they had ever been. However, the world isn't all sunshine and fucking rainbows.
Lucy had been diagnosed with a rare form of cancer around the time she had become pregnant with Milton. She had been asymptomatic for years, but the symptoms started to appear after a few years and her health went on a decline. Todd attempted to stay strong for Milton's sake and even looked at getting Milton more comic books to read.
Then, the time had come for Lucy to go. Milton was heartbroken, but Todd...
Todd was destroyed due to losing Lucy.
He drank bottles upon bottles but he never touched Milton. Milton was a smart kid and he knew that if he didn't fix his dad then he would lose him too.

"Dad, I need to talk to you."

Milton got his father's attention away from all the booze and TV.

"Hey sport, what's up?"

Milton took a deep breath and with all the air in his lungs he yelled with all the courage he could.

"Get up of your lazy ass and do something with your life you deadbeat piece of shit!!!!!"

Todd was taken aback by what his 8 year old son had said. The first thing that caught him off guard was that his young son had used such profanity and the second thing was that he had no idea how to respond to those words. He thought for a minute and came up with a response.

"Milton, where did you hear those words?"

Milton looked at his dad and without skipping a beat he replied with.

"Xbox Live."

Todd muttered under his breath, 'Those damn video games.' He then looked back at his son and asked what he had in mind on how to occupy his time.
Milton ran to the office and came back pushing a large box with some numbers written on the side. Todd saw the box and recalled what was in it, the start to his comic book collection.

"Well dad, since you love comic book why not open a store?"

Todd thought about the idea for a sec and realized that with all of the new games that had been surfacing in various game stores. He also knew that the nearest game store was about 600 miles away. The town they lived in had a decent sized population and there were a few other towns nearby that had moderate populations. So Todd put down his bottle, cleaned up his act and showed his son the idea for the gaming hub that would reach thousands.

Todd and Milton began looking for the perfect place to host their shop. After looking at a few different locations, they settled on a larger space that had many unsuccessful businesses. The landlord was hesitant to make a deal with Todd as the other businesses had been more common place and had failed to prosper so what hope did a game shop have. Luckily, Todd had been a businessman and convinced the landlord to let them stay for a year and if they failed then they would move out. 

Todd made sure to get all of his documentation in order and began to order their inventory and decorations. Within three months, Todd and Milton had successfully opened their store, the Graveyard. The Graveyard had a slow opening but as word spread of the game store people flocked to it from all over the county and even some from other counties. 

"Wow dad, we did it. People can enjoy all their hobbies and we can share our hobbies with other people."

Todd hadn't seen Milton smile so much since his wife had been alive but he knew that if it wasn't for Milton, he would never have been so lucky to have this dream come true. The piece de resistance for the store was a comic book that was put in a special shadow box for all to admire. The comic was old, almost 100 years old, but it was the most expensive item in the store because of how rare it was. Many customers had offered to buy the comic but Todd had all turned them down.

Milton was told long ago, "No matter what happens Milton, promise me you won't ever sell that comic. It's very important to me and one day it will be yours. That comic is the only one of its kind."

Milton never forget those words as a kid and he remembered them into his teens. The popularity of the Graveyard also grew as Milton had and he soon felt the effects of it on the town. The last name Graves was well known throughout the town, the county and even the state. People had poured so much money and time into the Graveyard that many businesses even paid Todd to advertise some of the businesses in the shop. 

Todd, being the businessman that he was, couldn't say no and this allowed for more funding to be brought into the Graveyard which allowed for events, like MtG tournaments and charity events, to take place. Milton also became popular in the store because puberty had hit him pretty hard. He had always been on the taller side as well as being built like a twig but his love of comic books inspired him to be look like a super hero. He started training intensely and he grew taller, by his senior year of high school he was 6'5" and around 240 lbs. 

"Hey Milton, are you gonna stay after school and play some rugby on the pitch?"

"Nah, not today. I gotta go help out at the Graveyard."

"Alright, catch ya later Tombstone."

Tombstone, the ever so popular nickname that the students had given Milton due to his association with the Graveyard and his size. Milton had become well liked by his peers and he had learned about business from helping his dad run the store. The store had been expanded three times and almost covered an acre of land. Milton had become somewhat of a poster boy for the store and had even dressed up as some superheroes for kids birthday parties. He had never mind it because he knew that he was spreading joy and laughter to those around him.

While Milton had been an athlete and got good grades in school, he always knew that he wanted to help his dad run the store full time. The store was successful but it had a few issues. The store was in a very prime location to build a large business office on and many CEOs had come to Todd and offered him large sums of money to buy the store and all the land it came with. However, Todd made a promise to himself, Milton and his deceased wife that he would never sell the store to anyone. Milton had taken the same oath and swore upon his mother's grave that he would never sell the store. However, there was another issue with the store in the form of a comic book. 

Actually, it was the comic book. That rare comic book had been discovered a plethora of collectors who wanted it and tried many different ways to get it. Todd has poured a lot of many just to protect it and collectors had stopped for awhile but he knew one day that they would try to get it. The last issue was a man named Stick. Stick had gone to pawn shops and several book stores to buy comic books and then try to flip them at the Graveyard. However, Todd and Milton knew if a comic book was worth any money and Stick would always complain about how unfair they were. Stick was a notorious drug addict and he always tried to make enough money for his next fix.
A/N: Sorry for using this troupe but you know the story goes.
One day Stick was over all the bullshit that Todd and Milton had put him through and he decided enough was enough. He came in one day with a stack of comics and what looked like a game books. 

"What can I help you with this time Stick?"

"Oh nothing much, say did I ever tell you how I got my nickname?"

"No, I don't thin-"


Todd made the classic comic book mistake of never reading between the lines as Stick had stuck Todd with a butterfly knife. Milton wasn't at the store yet as he was on his way from school. As Stick hopped the counter to break into the cash register he heard the door chime.

'Ding ding'

"Hey dad, I'm here. Did we get that new pack of Yugioh cards yet?"

Milton then saw the scene that was ripped straight from the comics he loved. His father was lying on the floor bleeding out and Stick was trying to open the register. Then, all Milton saw was red and sprinted towards the register. His massive hand went for Stick's throat and Milton pulled him over the counter.

"You sick fucking little piece of shit. What did you do to my dad?!"

"H-hi M-milton, I-i was just trying to sell some comics."

"Don't play that bullshit with me. If he doesn't make it through this, then you're gonna change your name to Thomas Wayne."

Milton let the druggy go and called 911. While Milton was trying to save his dad, Stick ran out the back, down the side alley and was never heard from again. Sadly, Todd succumbed to his wound at the hospital and the whole town closed down to mourn the loss of the man who had strengthened their community. The landlord cut a deal with Milton that the rent would be taken care of and the other store owners in the town had actually pitched in to help support the store. Milton had been offered a free ride by many colleges for his academics and athletics but he turned them all down so he could run the Graveyard.

7 years later...

Milton had graduated high school and took over the Graveyard. It certainly hadn't died in popularity and while the customer base had changed a bit it was still a hangout for many comic book lovers.

"Harley Quinn is the best supervillain in Batman's rogues."

"Bitch please, Catwoman is the best. She would easily beat Harley Quinn."

Both of the young boys, Julius and Thomas ran to Milton in order to settle their argument.

"Milton, who's better Catwoman or Harley Quinn?"

"Well boys, its actually a suggestive question. It's really a matter of who you think is better. Plus other people's opinions about your favorite things don't mean shit."

"Wow."

"But you're both wrong, Poison Ivy is the best."

Before both boys had the chance to argue, Milton pointed to the live sized cardboard cut out of Pamela Isley aka Poison Ivy. The boys looked at each other and found the owners logic quite sound. 
'Oh the naivety of children, how I miss it.'

Milton had managed to stay strong and persevere in maintaining the Graveyard for the past 7 years on his own. He hadn't hired any employees because he found it hard to trust people and he wanted to maintain his father's legacy. He had put on weight since he had graduated and taken over the story but he was still plenty strong. However, there was someone watching the store. Watching and waiting for the perfect moment.

Later that night...

Milton was closing up the Graveyard for the night when the door chime went off.

'Ding ding'

"Sorry, we're closing up for the night."

"You can't even stay open for an old friend?"

'That voice, it can't be.'

"Stick, you finally showed your little rat ass back here."

When Milton turned around to face the murderer something caught his eye. A glass bottle with a rag sticking out of it in one hand and a lighter in the other.

"Stick, put that fucking bottle down now or I will break your neck."

"C'mon Milton, you think I didn't learn anything from all those comic books? Whenever the parent dies, always make sure to kill the kid so they can't take revenge."

While Milton didn't look athletic anymore, he was plenty fast and he rushed Stick. However, Stick was smart and flicked his lighter. The next thing that was seen was the glass bottle with a flaming rag go up in the air and Milton slamming Stick into the ground. It all happened so quickly but Milton was strangling Stick with his bare hands as the bottle fell to the ground. When Stick's breath finally stopped, Milton was too late as the bottle hit the ground and the store started to burn. The fire extinguisher was in the back room and by the time Milton had gotten it, the fire was far too big to extinguish. The only thing he could think of was the comic. Milton scrambled to get his drill and remove the shadow box from the wall. 

When the comic was finally free, Milton turned towards the door but the fire had gotten so crazy that there was no escaping through the front doors. Milton ran towards the back door but he forget that he had already locked it. The only Milton could do was go to the ground in the fetal position and clutch the shadowbox waiting for the smoke and fire to end him. For a second, he felt the burn of the fire on his skin and smoke in his lungs and then everything faded to black.

The Graveyard had burned down in the night and when morning came, the town could only see the horror that had befell the store. Stick's body was recovered, tagged and put into a grave but the remains of the Graveyard had been cleared and the lot had become a memorial to Milton and his parents. The town had gone silent and it slowly began to fade off the map. Although the town slowly began to die, the memorial still stood to honor the Graves and what they had done.

Somewhere else...

Milton suddenly awoke in an alley surrounded by old cardboard boxes and trash. He still had the shadow box albeit a little damaged from the smoke and fire. He tried to get a bearing on his surroundings but a loud crash had broken him out of it. He ran towards the noise even though he knew that was a fucking terrible idea and he saw something he never thought he'd ever see in his life.

He saw...

Milton Graves grew up in his dad's comic book store and eventually took it over. After a fire burned his shop to the ground and smoked him out, Milton awoke to find himself in the middle of the street. Before he could even think, two beautiful women with emerald skin were fighting. He recognized as comic book characters, but they were from different companies. How is this possible?

[TL/n: I am Happy! Another Chapter]

Orochimaru wasn't affected by their curiosity. He knew how to endure his urge to open it. Although the others were upset, they couldn't force him.


Akabane's clone smiled faintly and tried to lighten up the mood.


"The first 100 customers got a chance to win another prize at the lottery."


"Lottery?"


Orochimaru saw the text on the box and understood it quickly.


"I wish you good luck!"


He doesn't know what the other poster is, but the portrait of the painted person has aroused his heartstrings.


"I wonder who is in his poster..?"


Ryo was secretly curious but didn't dare to ask.


He hadn't read Akabane's comic because he was too busy underestimating him until he realized he was the one who took the loss. But after seeing the poster of Kakashi Hatake, he suddenly forgot his revenge and also got carried away by the situation.


Orochimaru reached in and took out a piece of paper quickly from the box.


"Third prize, small poster…"


Akabane's clone congratulated him. He took out a small size poster from the shelf and handed it to Orochimaru.


This time it was a truly random selection, without prior thought.



 

This time he couldn't help but take a look. Rolling down the poster, Orochimaru saw a fairly handsome male. He had jet black hair and red blood eyes. He wears a symbol of a red fan with a white handle. Orochimaru searched for his name.


Itachi Uchiha.


The clone glanced at it and looked confused. Among many other posters, Orochimaru got him by pure chance?


"what happened?"


Orochimaru found that Akabane's face was a bit strange, and thought there was something wrong with this poster, so he took the drawing of Uchiha Itachi and looked at it carefully, but couldn't see why.


"Nothing, this is a picture of Itachi Uchiha…"


Itachi Uchiha?


The name grabs Ryo's attention, but he tries so hard not to get noticed. Otherwise, they would think that he took an interest in comics.


"Well, I like it a lot, thank you."


Orochimaru bowed politely.


Looking at Orochimaru's poster, Sakumo became excited and also took out his lottery expecting to get something, but unfortunately, it wrote, "Thank you for your patronage."


"I'm sorry, Sakumo, and thank you for your patronage."


Hearing Akabane, Sakumo took out his comic, and the prize poster then stepped aside.


He was jealous of how lucky Orochimaru was, but looking at the poster he got, he didn't think too much about it anymore.


Then, it was Ryo's turn.


He struggled for a long time; there is a clash in his heart.


Look, why was I here again?


I didn't come to buy a comic, and now I felt stupid.


"Look, I'll read it first if I'm not satisfied, I won't pay for it!"


Ryo said with arrogance.


He took a copy from the shelf and turned the first page.


Nine-Tailed Fox!?


"Nine-tailed fox? Isn't this the strongest tailed-beast in the legend?"


Ryo was baffled and couldn't help but keep reading.


On the second page, there was the Third Hokage.


"Is this… an imaginary character?"


Looked uncanny!


The Third Hokage has aged in the comic.


How did he do that?


Ryo was easily absorbed by the story, and he continued for a few pages, didn't bother by his surroundings.


"Ryo-kun, could you first pay for that?"


The clone asked with a smile.


"Ah… right!"


Ryo responded subconsciously and then tried to maintain his calm. After a bit of thinking, he said, "Remember, I came here to challenge you not to buy the comic!"


"Well, then, Ryo-kun, you can still draw a lottery, do you want to use it?"


Akabane's clone pointed to the box.


"I… I'll buy it!"


Ryo shamelessly took out his money and paid the comic.


Please, please let me win a poster…


"Please…"


Ryo reached out and took out a piece of paper.


"Third prize: small poster."


Ryo almost jumps in excitement, but he holds it for fear of being seen by the other.


Akabane handed him the poster.


Ryo opened it up and his eyes gleaming, it was a poster from the same Uchiha Clan, a boy somewhat has a similar face with Itachi Uchiha, and his name is,


Sasuke Uchiha.


"Sasuke?"


Ryo was dazed for a moment, as this is his first time seeing Akabane's drawing.


Was he from the Uchiha Clan?


"My name is Sasuke Uchiha, I hate a lot of things and I don't particularly like anything. What I have is not a dream, because I will make it a reality. I'm going to restore my clan and destroy a certain somebody."


"what did you say?"


Ryo looked blank.


"It's nothing. Just a line suddenly came to mind."


Akabane's clone said lightly.


"Kill?… by the way. Now you should accept my challenge!"


Ryo suddenly remembered his original purpose and quickly put down the comic and poster he just bought, with a solemn expression on his face.



 

"Hey, you've read the comic right, don't you have any insight? For example… a peaceful talk?"


The clone sighed, a little helpless.


"Peaceful, my ass! I want to challenge you!"


His tone became firmer.


"All right, all right, but fighting is not my job task. Wait a minute. I'll bring you to the real Akabane."


Ryo followed the clone unwillingly.


Orochimaru and the others were planning to leave, but seeing there is a drama going to happen they hold their step and follow the two.


Then…


"Well, Ryo-kun, since you've bought my comic, I'll accept your challenge."


Akabane came out from inside. He still looked half-awake and yawning.


Ryo already put his fighting stance.


'Now is the time to witness Akaba's true prowess.'


Orochimaru thought inwardly.


He acknowledges Akabane as his dearest friend and also a strong opponent. This interesting match was the one he couldn't skip because Akabane has never shown strength.


If he can, Akabane doesn't want to get into trouble this time. He just finished opening his store and hasn't had a good sleep the past few days.


That damn clone, why did he allow this kid to cause trouble?


Akabane glanced at the clone and sighed inwardly.


After being humiliated in front of everyone from their last battle, Ryo took a cautious approach. He wouldn't let Akabane take advantage of him this time.


"let's start…"


As soon as Akabane said it, Ryo threw his kunai swiftly.


"Gotcha!"


He saw an image of Akabane taking a clear hit with his kunai.


However, Akabane's body disappeared instantly.


what?


Uchiha Ryo was baffled and watched the surroundings closely


Behind!


He noticed Akabane's position, quickly turned around.


The atmosphere suddenly changed, then he saw Akabane holding kunai, ready to kill him. He felt the pain but no marks or scratches appeared.


"This. this must be an illusion!?"


Ryo was a little too late to notice.


When?


They rushed toward him from another direction, slashing at him with his kunai dreadfully.


"Argh!…"


Feeling the touch of death slicing through his throat, followed by fear, pain, and agony. He couldn't help but scream.


The situation suddenly became silent…


He slowly opened his teary eyes, saw Akabane standing in front of him.


"This is… Hell Viewing Jutsu!"


Ryo's face was pale, and his legs trembled.


The Genjutsu itself was the three basics of chakra usage that lies on yin release, but since Ryo just found that out, he couldn't cancel it immediately.


The Kurama Clan, who has these traits as they are a Kekkei Genkai user, is rare.


" I lost.."


Everyone looked surprised.


"As I said earlier, I don't want to fight.."


Akabane handed over Ryo's comic and posters and lent his hand.


The fight was too fast. He lost again in mere seconds for the second time.


Shame and embarrassment filled his heart, Ryo picked up his comic and posters silently, nodded in thanks, turned around, and hurriedly left the store.


From the very beginning, Akabane had already cast his genjutsu. That's why he accepted the match lightly.


"Akaba-kun… when did you learn Hell Viewing Jutsu?"


Orochimaru was baffled.


"I just learned it.."


Akabane didn't tell a lie. He just finished chapter six and exchanged his points for Hell Viewing Jutsu.


{TL note: I don't know the true name of the Jutsu so name it as such, but what Akabane used was the one Kakashi used on Sakura on their assessment tests}



I, Akabane was graduated from the university of arts & design in the 21st century then suddenly traversed into the Naruto’s world, by bringing my knowledge of arts and my love of Naruto comic I decided to recreate Naruto comic here…

[Ding! Comic System has been activated!]

Great! Ninjutsu? Kekkei Genkai?

As long as I can draw more comics, I would be unmatched!

…Or am I?


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Author: Funeral
Translator: Levaa
Raw Source: sj.uukanshu.com

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*Disclaimer*
Cover, not mine, found it on net-kun. DM me if the owner wants me to remove it and I will.

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"See if there's any medicine for fever and inflammation." As Chen Yuheng placed the thermometer back in the box, he felt weak in his limbs. His muscles and joints were aching from the high fever.
Gu Anbao rummaged through the medicine box. Paracetamol… Ibuprofen… As long as the medicine had some use, she took it out of the box.
The poor thing had lived her whole eighteen years of life under the care of her family. Even though it was not to the extent of living off their labor, she was more or less dependent on others. She, therefore, had no idea of which medicine to give him at all…
The man was running a high fever and so, he lacked the energy to flare up at her. He could only patiently teach her. "Look at this column; the main treatment symptoms, then pick out the most appropriate medicine according to them… Take this box for an example, read it out to me."
She softly read, "… Suitable for relieving the common cold… uh… and influenza caused by fever, headache, nasal congestion, and sore limbs…"
"Okay. The earlier green box can also be used; it's for inflammation and pain. You can keep the rest…"
"Okay…"
She obediently put the medicine away, leaving behind only the two boxes he had selected. She then pored over the usage instructions before carefully getting the gel capsule out of its blister pocket… She pulled out a paper napkin, placed a white and a green capsule on it, and got up to head to the kitchen to pour a cup of warm water.
When she returned to the room, he was resting against the headboard with his eyes closed. He was so tired last night he hadn't even changed out of his clothes and had just headed straight to bed. The white shirt had become wrinkled and some places were drenched with sweat… He was probably feeling hot since he had the top few buttons of his shirt unbuttoned. It revealed his collarbones… and firm chest…
She inexplicably got nervous…
If she still had a heart, it would surely be thumping hard unceasingly…
She stole a glimpse at him—He's… really hot…
His slightly messy fringe was unlike how it was in the day—clean and refreshing—but rather, there was an alluring feeling to it…
How stylish…
The contours of his side profile, his slightly knitted brows, his languid posture, deep voice… and that occasional irritated expression; she was struck to the heart by all of these.
There seemed to be an electric current coursing through her body. Holding the cup of warm water in her hand, she silently approached him at the bedside and whispered, "…There you go, you can take your medicine."
Struggling to open his eyes, Chen Yuheng swept a glance at the capsules on the table and then continued his teaching. "Western and oriental medicine can't be taken at the same time; they need to be taken separately with at least thirty minutes in between."
Ah…? There's oriental medicine inside?
She picked up the instructions from the table to read it. Both seem to be… western medicine, though?
The man had already got the medicine in his hands. "These are western medicine, so they can be taken together." With that, he popped the capsules into his mouth, followed by the warm water…
His words left her dumbfounded. Then… why are you telling me this?
Even after downing a cup of water, he was still feeling restless and warm, so she poured him another cup.
While he drank mouthful after mouthful to moisturize his throat, he sensed that the robot beside him… was starting to eye him again…
Is it because my impression value is rising?
He thought.
The man once again fell into a slumber after taking the medicine.
Seeing how he still seemed very uncomfortable in his sleep, Gu Anbao found it a little worrisome… However, she was truly inexperienced… in matters of taking care of people…
Uh… Should I go online and seek help?
She turned to the direction of the study. While searching for the thermometer… she saw a computer there.
Let's just use it for a bit.
Surely… he won't find out…
She looked past her shoulders to check the person in the bedroom; he was sleeping soundly.
As she carefully closed the door, she then worried that she might not be able to hear him should he wake up and call her. So, she intentionally left a gap, then crept into the study, and switched on the computer…
Woah, the desktop icons are a mess…
She intended to open a browser to look up on how to take care of someone with a fever, but she caught sight of the QQ[1] icon, instead…
There's a QQ application here…
The nervous robot glanced past the doorway before turning back to the screen and clicking on the QQ icon as she gritted her teeth in determination. It displayed the last logged-in account number—
She quickly jotted it down and changed it into her QQ account number. Then, she logged in to her account, searched for friend by keying in the number that she had jotted down, and sent a friend request…
The entire process was completed without a pause.
… It was nerve-wracking for her. The thought of her friend request popping up when he logged into his account filled her with apprehension!
Will it pass…? Should I have added a name like Chen Yuheng, for example? It will then be easier to pass, right…? Should I… try adding again…? Can I? Will it seem too deliberate? What should I do if he gets upset and rejects my friend request straight away?
Her imagination ran wild as she sat in front of the computer while the QQ icon at the bottom right corner flashed non-stop. It took her quite a long while before she snapped out of her daze, noticed the flashing icon, and clicked on it.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh— Out popped a bunch of dialog boxes!
BigPinkPeach: Ruan-sama! I'm begging on my knees for an update!
Colorofthesky: Upstairs +1
FirstMeetingBetray: @DameGoldFish, there's nothing worth yearning for in this life. I desperately need a cure.
Oldheartdifferentbone: Didn't Ruan-sama previously say that she won't be updating in the near future since she's recuperating? Don't you all disturb my Ruan-sama! ╭(╯^╰)╮ Get lost, scram!
FirstMeetingBetray: @DameGoldFish, there's nothing worth yearning for in this life. I desperately need a cure.
FirstMeetingBetray: @DameGoldFish, there's nothing worth yearning for in this life. I desperately need a cure.
Spinningwindmill: Administrator! Someone's spamming in here! Is there anyone moderating this chat at all?!
System prompt: FirstMeetingBetray is silenced for 30 seconds.
…
She stared blankly at the chat box for a while and then checked today's date…
So, it's update day today… No wonder there are so many people urging for an update…
Most of her time was usually spent at home, and she did not have a particularly favorite hobby. Somehow, though, she had begun raising goldfish as a pastime… She reared a variety of species and had both expensive and cheap fish. And when her interest for them gradually grew, she expressed her thoughts on this hobby into a comic and posted it online. The comic was titled 'The Everyday Life of Dame Goldfish'.
She initially intended it to be a daily log of how her goldfish eat, sleep, swim, and interact with her… It was actually quite boring, but somehow… somehow… the comic got popular…
Oftentimes, there were retweets on Weibo[2] with titles such as: 'Comic for the soul', 'There's a type of comic that's suitable for solo quiet reading', 'Blood resurrection in place! Love your goldfish, love your life more!', etc…
Her enthusiastic fans set up a QQ group for her, and it was that kind of super huge group whereby it had over two thousand members in it… Since she published her comic under the pen name 'Ruan Ruan', people would usually address her as Ruan-sama or Dame Goldfish.
She clicked to open the rest of the conversation dialogue, which was sent in by netizens to consult her on the matters of rearing goldfish. She had no desire to reply to them now, though… As she closed the chats one by one, she inadvertently noticed that one of the messages mentioned 'purple dragon-robed phoenixes' and so, her gaze fixed on that message for a moment.
It was from a temporary chat session from 'Family of Fish Friends'.
Zero: Do you own two purple dragon-robed phoenixes?
She found this to be bizarre. She did own two of the said goldfish, but… she had never mentioned this to outsiders. Even her family only knew that she had a lot of goldfish but they knew nothing about their species.
How strange…
This person probably is interested in purchasing them. After all, this species is a rare find on the market.
Nonetheless, she currently had no intention of selling them off. In fact, those two goldfish were her treasures…
And so, she closed the chat and went to check out the fan page of her comic. After hesitating for a while, she typed a string of words and clicked 'send'.
Ruan Ruan: How do you take care of a friend with a fever?
[0] -sama is a formal honorific suffix used by Japanese, and can be used to flatter people.
[1] QQ is an instant messaging software service and web portal.
[2] Weibo, which means microblogging, is also known as the Chinese version of Twitter.


A botched operation has turned her into a robot; and of all things, a sex robot meant to serve the man with whom she is secretly in love! Gu Anbao finds her world crushing down on her… 
Oh, my god; why have I turned into an inflatable doll?!
Just then, her master comes dashing toward her from afar… 
You aren’t a sex toy; you’re my beloved wife machine! I won’t let anyone bully you!
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