this book include all the heroes and villlians which are losts a while ago and  we try to bring them back for you 
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A world that is filled with despair and fear. The twelve knights must figure out why the world is filled with so much despair.
This long epic series filled with mythology, Legends, and Tales that were told throughout history. The protagonists will be challenged every step of the way.
They will need to figure out how to discover the truth behind why the twelve comic worlds are filled with despair. There was told in stories but they will change fate in their favor with every step they take that will save the comic worlds.

A world that is filled with despair and fear. The twelve knights must figure out why the world is filled with so much despair.
This long epic series is filled with mythology, Legends, and Tales that were told throughout history. The protagonists will be challenged every step of the way.
They will need to figure out how to discover the truth behind why the twelve comic worlds are filled with despair. There was told in stories but they will change fate in their favor with every step they take that will save the comic worlds.
Ty Frost builds a virtual world that was supposed to give people powers but when they realize that it was real then it changes everything.
     Artwork is not my if someone says something then I will change it thank you.

A stranger arrives in a Russian backwater community with a bizarre proposition for the local landowners: cash for their 'dead souls, ' the serfs who have died in their service. A comic masterpiece. Dead Souls is eloquent on some occasions, lyrical on others, and pious and reverent elsewhere. Nicolai Gogol was a master of the spoof. The American students of today are not the only readers who have been confused by him. Russian literary history records more divergent interpretations of Gogol than perhaps of any other classic.

Dead Souls is eloquent on some occasions, lyrical on others, and pious and reverent elsewhere. Nicolai Gogol was a master of the spoof. The American students of today are not the only readers who have been confused by him. Russian literary history records more divergent interpretations of Gogol than perhaps of any other classic.In a new translation of the comic classic of Russian literature, Chichikov, an enigmatic stranger and conniving schemer, buys deceased serfs' names from their landlords' poll tax lists hoping to mortgage them for profit and to reinvent himself as a likeable gentleman.

With the cash and watch in tow, the group drove off in their car.
Li Du kept the watch in little bug's black hole. He had the real deal, why would he wear
a fake? He could not bear to dump the imitation watch, but could not derive any
happiness from keeping it either.
They stayed another night in a hotel and the next day, they started their journey back to
Phoenix.　　
Amengda Mountain in South Africa had been purchased successfully, and Li Du was
free to go over to develop the area any time he wished.
However, Li Du wanted to let Carl arrange for the diamond inspection team to conduct
their checks first. He was not in a hurry to begin the development and was keener to get
an evaluation of Amengda first.
For now, he wanted to go and resolve the bet he had made at Harry Winston, Inc. He
had to obtain Carlston Fritz's shares!
Sophie had returned to the villa first, and the five little ones had set up their own base in
the spacious backyard. Each of them drew out their territory.
Little Flathead, Ah Meng, had the largest territory. The four little ones were unwilling to
provoke Ah Meng. The hounds were clever enough to notice the wariness of their four
bosses, and were even more cautious around the new family member.
The truck entered the villa's grounds, where Big Quinn's wife, Rosalind, was waiting for
him with their three children. Seeing their father, the children climbed onto Big Quinn
and hung onto him like monkeys.
It was a heart-warming moment: Godzilla brought his gifts over to Victoria, Brother Wolf
went to see his recovering daughter and Lu Guan was reunited with his Golden
Retriever.
Hans wanted to take the opportunity to leave as well, and said, "I miss my sister very
much. I want to visit her."
"No, the two of us have to organize these books," Li Du said firmly.
Hans instantly lost his enthusiasm and said lifelessly, "We have to do all that work?"
Li Du said, "What if there are valuables in this pile of books? We have to look carefully."
Big Ivan took the initiative to bring down the books from the car. Hearing Li Du's words,
he took out a comic book that had been preserved in pristine condition. He passed it
over to them and said, "That's right. Look, this book seems like it could be valuable."
With a smile, Hans took the book from Big Ivan. His eyes widened.
Hans held the book in one hand and his phone in another. Then, seeing that his mobile
connection was too slow, Hans yelled at Lu Guan, "Let go of your stupid dog and bring
me my laptop! Hurry!"
Li Du stepped over, took a look at the book and said, "Aren't you being too dramatic?"
The comic book looked like it had been around for some time. The red cover page had
turned dull. On the front cover, Spiderman carried a little boy and was about to swing off
a skyscraper. There were shadows of cars on the streets below him.
The top right corner of the comic book carried the numbers '1962', and the bottom left
corner was labelled '12 cents'. The word Marvel was neatly printed above Spiderman. It
was a Marvel book.
Hans said, "Dramatic? I am beside myself. This seems to be the first Spiderman comic
book from 1962. If it really is, this is very valuable."
"More than ten million dollars?" Li Du asked expectantly.
Hans rolled his eyes, "How can that be? But it might fetch a few hundred thousand or a
few million."
Once he laid his hands on his laptop, Hans quickly made an internet search. Then, a
piece of news flashed on his screen. There was a picture of their comic book on the
news website.
The headline was, 'Spiderman' Snapped Up At Paris Auction. Comics Connection Pays
1.2 Million.
The news article described the story of that comic book. At an auction in Paris last year,
that first issue of Marvel's Spiderman comic was brought out, and Comics Connection
bought it for 1.2 million. It was actually exhibited in its town hall!
After reading that piece of news, Hans carefully removed the packaging to examine the
comic book more closely.
Having read the publishing details, he could not help but pump his fist in the air. He
yelled, "Yeah, yeah, yeah! This is awesome! It's this book! One million and 200,000 !
One million and 200,000 US dollars!"
Shocked, Li Du asked, "Really? Someone would actually fork out over a million for a
comic book?"
The most expensive books that Li Du had come across were the set of National
Geographic magazines he kept. They were priced at more than ten million.
However, that was ten million for more than a thousand magazines. Besides, most of
those were the only existing copies in the world. Also, from his perspective, National
Geographic magazines represented parts of history. It belonged to the narrative of all
humankind, and was not something that comic books could compare to.
Now this comic book disrupted his understanding and knowledge of magazines and
their value. A comic book, one that was published only fifty odd years ago, could
actually be worth more than one million?
A million was not the most they could earn from the comic books, however. As they
continued to organize the stack of comic books, they found a few more that were as
precious or even more so.
One of those was the first issue of Superman. On the front cover, Superman was
wearing his iconic red cape, blue spandex top, and red pants. He was running away
from a storm, looking as cool as ever.
In the middle of the front cover were the words 'Action Comics #1'. This meant that it
was the first issue.
Hans caressed the dated comic book and said, looking punch-drunk, "This is history.
We are looking at history. Buddies, this was the start of it all, the birth of American
heroes! We are looking at a baby photo of an American hero!"
Li Du asked, "Is it very valuable? Run an online check, how much can it fetch?"
Hans said, "There are no trading records online. At most, there are only ten copies of
'Action Comics #1' in the entire world. Even DC Comics Company don't have it… oh,
they had it previously, but it was stolen!"
Li Du was optimistic, "Then it should be worth a lot, right?"
"Let's put it this way, don't talk about money, brother. This book is priceless!" Hans
exclaimed. "There are no trading records of the original copy of this comic. However,
the re-released copy was sold for 1.8 million US dollars!"
Li Du was shocked. "A re-release version can fetch such a high price? Are those comics
collectors crazy?"
Hands said, "The high price is due to the main character. Superman is iconic, it is the
first superhero in human history!"
Li Du shook his head, "At the time of the Ming dynasty, we already had a superhero
named Sun Wu Kong in China. This is the first superhero in our history."
Hans called out, "Who cares who came first? Anyway, this comic is very valuable. It is
very, very valuable!"
Li Du carefully took the book out of the wrapping paper.
There was a price indicated on the front page. The comic was published in June 1938,
and its selling price had been ten cents.
As Hans continued to call out, 'careful, careful', Li Du checked the information related to
that comic book. 　　
The first issue of Superman comics, 'Action Comics #1', was the holy grail in the comics
industry. It was said that there were fifty copies of it in the world, but there were less
than ten registered on the official records. They were sitting either in huge publishing
houses or in the hands of billionaires.
Besides, Li Du also found a hand-painted copy of the 'Fantastic Four' that had Stan
Lee's autograph on it. That comic book was also worth a lot. Comic books hand-painted
by Stan Lee were typically exhibited in the gallery of Marvel Comics. Few of them were
found in the possession of individuals.


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?! 

The Shadow has a long and storied history. Over the course of the character's radio and publishing history, The Shadow became an American icon in his own right, and was even the inspiration for Batman, V for Vendetta, as well as being cited as a strong influence on the evolution of comic book heroes in general. 

The Shadow has many ties to DC, even though the character was published by many different companies at different points in history.  Superman co-creator Jerry Siegel, and Lester Dent (who wrote the Doc Savage stories) both wrote stories for The Shadow, among others.

DC Comics first published a Shadow series in the mid 1970's. An aging Shadow also appeared in Batman comics in which it is revealed that (in-universe) The Shadow was Batman's "biggest inspiration", as well as the surprising facts that The Shadow saved a young Bruce Wayne as a boy, and that The Shadow knows who Batman is, but the secret is safe with him. Batman also referenced The Shadow when he was once disguised as a night janitor at a police station, a method which The Shadow often used to obtain access to police records in his day. 

Another couple of DC published Shadow series was released in the 80's, and there was one more in the 90's. The Shadow also made a few cameo's in other comics in the 90's. 

This fanfic blends the radio version with the novel and comic book version. Certain RPG systems have been used to provide stats for the character to make tracking of changes easier. This interlude does not cover the many other Shadow comics, novels, pulps, and even movies that have been published over the years.

The Living Shadow, more commonly known as simply The Shadow, is whispered about but seldom seen, feared and mysterious, but frighteningly effective once involved. The Shadow has worked with famous figures such as Doc Savage and Batman, and is even cited by Batman as a source of inspiration and a model figure. 

Decades have passed and nothing as been seen or heard of The Shadow. Criminals have forgotten the chilling whisper in the dark, "The weed of crime bears bitter fruit!" Nor do they recall the frightening laughter in the dead of night. 

But soon the streets will again be haunted, the criminals stalked, evil pruned. 

Who knows what evil lurks in the heart? The Shadow knows!

DC FanFic Writing Contest

You can see a young man waiting at the traffic light. his name is  Bruce his parents died when he was a child so  he can`t  not remember them face, he also had no other family members.

He lived in an orphanage until he was 18, because no family wanted to adopt him 
Because of his reserved personality, his only joy in life was comic and anime, His Favourite comic  
character is Batman a.k.a Darknight

 Later, as our Protagonist wants to cross the street he is hit by truck-kun when he wanted to go to an comic store, His last thought was {PLEASE SOMEONE MUST DELETE MY INTERNET HISTORY }

Man watches a light ball drifting in the dark,The ball of light is our 21-year-old protagonist 

Yami: Where am I?

Unknown voice: You are in void of eternal silence.

Yami: are you God?

God: I am not the God of the Bible I am the Egyptian God Osiris God of the Nile of the beyond and rebirth.

Yami: will be reborn?

Osiris: yes with 1 wishs 

Yami : I wish ...

It has been almost 3 months since the start of school and we were scheduled to have our first exams next week. It would be the start of summer vacations after that. For now, I have been able to keep up with the curriculum even though I have only vague recollections of what this body's previous owner learned in middle school. I have been struggling the most with 2 subjects - Japanese and Japanese history, especially Japanese history. That's 2 out of the 5 subjects we have. Luckily, we would be able to choose streams next year and I would not have to touch history again. But it was imperative that I learn Japanese properly if I wanted to pass as a true Japanese man. So from the very first day that I possessed this body, I have been trying to cram as much knowledge about the language in my mind as I can. Luckily, I inherited some proficiency of the language from this body's previous owner, enough to understand hiragana. This helped me to understand the guide books to kanji, that I bought secretly. I can't even ask for help as people would get suspicious.
 
I am doing okay with science. Sae-sensei helped me a lot with maths. And lastly, English - the only subject I am comfortable in.
 
Monday. The day started with Sae-sensei's class as usual. She was done with the topics that were going to come in the exam. So she gave us a mock test. The questions were as tough as it could be for the limited topics that were going to come in the exam. Nonetheless, my preparation for maths was solid and I got all answers right. It was a self-evaluation, so I have no idea how others did, but listening to Endo's groans and Akagami Hime's dark expressions, it was obvious that they were not that comfortable with the subject. Luckily they were unwilling to discuss the mock test after it was over so we were able to avoid a possible awkward situation.
 
The next periods were mostly revision and doubt clearing. By the 5th period, the class was getting a bit rowdy, so I decided to ditch it and go study by myself in a quieter place. As the class representative, I could not just leave willy-nilly so I had to call in a favour. I texted Sae-sensei and asked her to get me out. Yes, you read that right, I had managed to get her LINE number during one of our after class study sessions. For some strange reason, she always sits alone in the History club's room (she is their advisor), instead of mingling with the other teachers during her breaks. I also feel that her relationship with the other teachers is a bit cold. But that is an investigation for the future. For now, I had to get out of the self-study class that our history teacher had given us while he dozed in the chair.
 
I walked up to him and told him that I was required elsewhere. He opened one eye to look at me and waved his hand, indicating me to leave. I told Endo, who was busy chatting with the guy sitting behind him to text me if somebody asks for the class representative.
 
"You leaving?"
 
"Yeah, I have something to do…, just message me if any teacher asks for me."
 
"Will do bro…see you soon."
 
"Yeah…"
 
I took the notebook in which I took notes and left the classroom. The history club's room is not far from us so I made it there in no time. As expected, Sae-sensei is sitting there by herself, reading a comic I'm sure she confiscated from a student in the morning. I have heard the comic community is very strong in Japan and the body's predecessor had an unhealthy obsession with comics and cartoons, but I personally don't understand a single one. It may be because I was poor in my last life and did not have any exposure to comics and video games during my childhood.
 
I knocked on the door, informing Sae-sensei of my presence.
 
"Ah, you're here. Can't concentrate in class?"
 
"Yeah, there nothing much to do and the students are getting rowdy."
 
"What subject do you have now?"
 
"History."
 
"And your teacher…?"
 
"He gave us a self-study class and is taking a nap."
 
"Really?"
 
"Yeah, and I couldn't do much self-study in the noisy classroom, so I asked you to get me out of there."
 
"Why didn't you just leave? There are many quiet places in this school where you could be alone…"
 
"A class representative can't go AWOL."
 
"A-wol?"
 
"Absent without leave"
 
"Pfft…that's a strange way to talk."
 
I just smiled in response. I really needed to get used to how I needed to speak in public as my new identity.
 
"Okay, do what you have to do…"
 
Sae-sensei went back to her comic and I started going through my notes. One of the advantages of studying in the history club's room is that they have a ton of reference books lying around, and I really needed to cram those dates before the exams. So I picked some that were relevant to the upcoming exam and began studying. The room descended to a comfortable silence, with only the sound of pages turning. That is until the bell signalling the end of the period rang. When I looked up from the book I was reading, I found that Sae-sensei had put down the comic at some point and was staring at me.
 
"Pretty focused… you didn't look up even once."
 
"Yeah, I'm a little weak in this subject."
 
"You gonna stay?"
 
"If you'll allow it, then yes."
 
"Got nothing to learn in class?"
 
"The portion has already been covered. The assignments and quizzes have also been collected and evaluated. So, there's not much left to do in class."
 
"Okay, I'll leave this room to you. I'll be back in the last period."
 
"Thank you very much."
 
"Mention not. I wouldn't do this for anyone who's not as serious as you are."
 
The next two periods went by smoothly. I texted Endo a couple of times to make sure that I was not needed in class and his replies told me that I was not even missed. I kept to my business and did as much study I could fit in these 2 hours.
 
15 minutes after the start of the last period, I felt a tap on my shoulder and looked up to find Sae-sensei looking over my shoulders.
 
"Uh, History…it was one of my weak subjects too. Did you take a break?"
 
"Not really, no."
 
"C'mon, you'll get neck pain if you keep your head buried in books from 3 hours continuously. Go buy me a coffee, black. Also, wash your face before you come back."
 
"Yes ma'am."
 
I went to the washroom and splashed my face generously with cold water. I hadn't noticed the fatigue that had built up while I was studying. I cracked my neck a couple of times to relieve the stress in my shoulders. This body is still a little softer than my previous one even after the exercise I have given it for the past three months. I dry my face and go to the vending machine to get 2 cans of black coffee and return to the club room.
 
"Hmm? You like your coffee black?"
 
"I don't drink coffee often, but when I do, I prefer it black."
 
"Somehow I can imagine that…come sit down and tell me how's your preparation going. You ready to take the top spot in our class?"
 
"I don't think that's likely. I did not study as much I should have in middle school, so it's hard to catch up with the real toppers, at least in this exam…"
 
"Really? Wow! That's an honest self-evaluation. How about maths? Anything you need help with?"
 
"No, I'm confident enough about the topics that are coming in the exam."
 
"So, can I expect full marks?"
 
"Absolutely…"
 
"Good! That's the confidence I am looking for."
 
The room was quiet for a while after that. I was thinking if I should go back to studying, but Sae-sensei interrupted me.
 
"What do you do in your free time?"
 
"Hmm?…Nothing much. Sometimes I listen to music, sometimes I workout. Sometimes I do both at the same time."
 
"Wow! A real health-nut! What about friends? Ever hang out with them?"
 
"Yeah…um, that's a work in progress."
 
"Knew it…you are the most aloof loner of our class. You should not be so serious all the time. You'll regret it later when you become an adult."
 
Yea…been there once. Don't think I'll miss it a second time…
 
Was what I wanted to say, but I could only nod along and thank her for the advice. We chatted for the rest of the hour. It looked like Sae-sensei did not want me to go back to studying, so I went along with her wishes and made small talk. Before both of us noticed, the last period was over and it was time for me to return home. All club activities had been suspended for the week. I thought about how much material I had been through today and compared it to my study sessions at home. After comparing the two mentally, I made a decision.
 
"I think I'll take the rest of the week off."
 
"What? Why?"
 
"I mean, I have attended every class since the start of school. I think my record won't be affected much if I take a couple of days off. I don't have anything to do in class anyway."
 
"You sure? I don't want you to study recklessly and get sick."
 
"I can take breaks whenever I want if I'm at home. Don't worry, I know how to take care of myself."
 
"I see…then I don't have anything to say. Do whatever you want…", Sae-sensei replied with a slight pout. I don't know what made her mad, but I was not going to change my mind.
 
"Thank you for today. I'll see you in exam week then. Take care."
 
"... … yeah . You too."

　"Yes, that's the work." Shen Xin nodded.
　　"Even though Dong Yun's new work is powerful, just a few serializations have achieved such results. To be honest, I think it is not as good. Even if I develop new works in the future, I don't think it can achieve the same effect."
　　"But compared to Dong Yun's new work..."
　　"Rurouni Kenshin Remembrance is the real monster!"
　　"Dong Yun is the same as you and me after all. He has been famous for many years and has a large readership..."
　　"But what about the newcomer named Shui Xin?" Shen Xin's eyes were full of dignity at this moment.
　　"Before, there was only one short comic serialized on Ink Shadow. It can be said that any manga artist on the comic has far more readers than him..."
　　"But actually? How long has it been since this work has become like this..."
　　"I don't think this work will stop its ascent after it surpasses your Tianshu."
　　"Or let me put it this way... If the story behind this work does not jump, compared to it, it is limited by the diffuser..."
　　"Your evaluation is too much!" Wang He looked at Shen Xin, somewhat disapproving.
　　"Anyway, Shui Xin is just a newcomer..."
　　"Newcomer?" Shen Xin smiled.
　　"Pharaoh, don't have your eyes too limited to Los Angeles."
　　"Indeed, in the past history of the comic industry in Los Angeles, there has never been a newcomer's work reaching the top of the three top journals."
　　"But in the history of Longguo comics, someone has done something crazier than this."
　　"For example, those young cartoonists active in the magic city..."
　　"Tang Xin, Ye Chun, and Nangongyue, if their works are not published in the comic houses of Modu, but come to comic companies like Cuttlefish, I think...with the strength of their works, You can reach the top soon, too!"
　　"Sometimes I really have to be convinced. You and I are also considered talented people in this industry, otherwise they will not be where they are today, but compared with those real comic geniuses, it is really bad. too much."
　　"No, brother, compare Shui Xin with Tang Xin and Ye Chun, do you look at him too much..." Wang He asked.
　　"Look up high?" Shen Xin shook his head.
　　"You must read those people's works on weekdays too!"
　　Wang He nodded. After all, his works can be serialized in the top periodical of the Seven Manga Clubs of the Magic City. He can't even understand it.
　　"Leave aside their respective achievements, do you think..." Shen Xin looked at Wang He.
　　"Shui Xin's work Rurouni Kenshin Remembrance of the first four chapters, compared with the first few words of those people's works when they first debuted, whose work do you think is more attractive..."
　　Upon hearing this, Wang He fell into deep thought.
　　He made comparisons inwardly...
　　Gradually, his eyes changed.
　　"I think, only from the plot, content, and depth of the work in the previous few episodes, Rurouni Kenshin Remembrance seems to be better..." Wang He hesitated.
　　"I have the same idea." Shen Xin took a sip of wine.
　　"I personally even think that Shui Xin's work may have greater potential."
　　"It's just limited to the Manying platform, which can only achieve the influence it is today."
　　"If Shui Xin had Tang Xin, Ye Chun and the others were so lucky, they met Bole so that they could make their debut at the Seventh Magic City as a newcomer, maybe... With this work, Shui Xin even In the Seventh Demon Capital, you can also occupy a place!"
　　Wang He's mouth moved, but he couldn't say anything. His sensibility made him want to refute.
But rationality told him that what Shen Xin said... seemed to make some sense.　　"It seems a bit far away." Shen Xin smiled, "Even if I put aside my previous judgments, I hope that the person who surpasses me is Shui Xin compared to Dong Yun's climb to the top of the movie."
　　"Although he is a newcomer, he can be regarded as a cartoonist who was discovered on the cuttlefish. If you are afraid that Dong Yun will lose face in front of Fengyu cartoonists after reaching the top, it is better to support Shui Xin!"
　　...
　　"It's really hard to be a cartoonist!" After Chu Yu finished his work tonight, he threw himself on the table.
　　"My head is dizzy, my hands are sore...I want to be a salted fish that doesn't do anything, and have fun every day!"
　　For one month in a row, he spent his extracurricular time on drawing comics. Since this time, Chu Yu has been extravagant to go shopping.
　　At the beginning, the freshness of drawing comics gradually disappeared, and now there are only week-by-week deadlines and comics that are actually troublesome to draw.
　　He really admires Zhao Qinyin now. If he doesn't really like it, he will not be able to create his own cartoons while maintaining his excellent grades in school, and he can be his assistant.
　　"Have fun? Hmm! I heard that, Uncle Chu is working hard, I invite you to drink tomorrow..." Su Lu teased as he sorted out the manuscript.
　　Chu Yu's expression changed drastically when he heard this.
　　Every time he went to drink to celebrate or something, he and Su Lu were drunk by Zhao Qinyin.
　　Naturally, Su Lu didn't care, but Chu Yu's countenance increased, and he felt dull. After all, he was sent home blurred by Zhao Qinyin every time.
　　"Forget it! I'll just talk about it... It's not a good result, but the same result as last week. What's worth celebrating?"
　　"Rurouni Kenshin Remembrance Chapter 6 manuscript is finished. Tomorrow I will start thinking about how to draw the seventh chapter. It is not suitable for going out!" Chu Yuyi said righteously.
　　Zhao Qinyin still talks less as before, but in the process of getting along with Chu Yu and Su Lu, she is obviously in a much better mood, and the corners of her mouth smile more often. UU reading www.uukanshu.com
　　She is like this now, with a small smile on her face, watching the two in front of her teasing each other.
　　It was late at night, and soon, Su Lu, who was holding the manuscript of Chapter 6, and Zhao Qinyin, who had completed their work, left.
　　It's eleven o'clock in the evening.
　　Chu Yu lay on the bed, thinking about today's votes for the ranking.
　　More than 25,000 votes?
　　Although it was still the same as last week and ranked fourth in the comic, the number of people who voted for Rurouni Kenshin Remembrance increased by a full 6,000 compared to the previous issue.
　　To be honest, compared with the increase in manuscript fees, the increase in the number of readers of Rurouni Kenshin Remembrance made him even more happy.
　　This made him feel that his efforts to draw comics every day and fight until the big night were not in vain.
　　In school, I no longer feel embarrassed when I hear the students around me talk about my work. On the contrary, I get excited.
　　Hearing that Rurouni Kenshin Remembrance is good-looking, he was very happy in his heart.
　　Unknowingly, after getting the cartoonist system, although he was fooled by the system and embarked on the road of cartoonist.
　　But for now, Chu Yu also felt that although he felt a bit hard to do this job, he also reaped a lot of happiness in it.
　　Whether it is to be able to read these fine comics in other worlds, or to use this as an opportunity to get to know Su Lu and Zhao Qinyin, or to get the author's remuneration income.
　　These things gradually changed Chu Yu's life...
　　"Rurouni Kenshin Remembrance requires more than three works to reach the top of the movie!"
　　"It seems that we still need to work harder."
　　Chu Yu lying on the bed took a deep breath.
　　His eyes became firm.

another work published by me {My Cartoonist Guide}

　Chu Yu, a senior two-dimensional fan, a dead house in the eyes of others, and a cheating comic book author in the eyes of readers!
On that day, he obtained the system that carries many excellent comic works on the parallel world earth... and
began his life as a comic artist who considered himself a legend, but was actually a silly comic artist!
Reader A, "Teacher, please, please finish drawing the full-time hunter first and then open a new hole? It's been three years, and three years later, three years have been opened for ten years. You want me Will my son burn me the full-time hunter's final chapter?"
Reader B, "Old thief Chuyu, you know what a fart cl. If you don't resurrect Furukawa, I will send you the blade tomorrow!"
Reader C, "Hehe, Xiangbei is down !" It's over in the top eight in the country? Chu Yu Lao Kengbi, do you want to pass by saying "the dream of youth is imperfect"? I swear, I will die for your works in the future, outside of death, from my house If I jump down, I won’t look at it again!"


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