this book include all the heroes and villlians which are losts a while ago and  we try to bring them back for you 
#IM

She's a Bully.
He's a Bully.

She's a Playgirl.
He's a Playboy.

She's Badgirl.
He's Badboy.

She's a Gangster.
He's a Gangster.

She's a Trouble Maker.
He's a Trouble Maker.

But what will happen if they became couples?

Will they live introuble and beyond?


The Trouble Maker Couple.

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After grappling with his state in mind, Kazuka felt calmer when he came up with the solution. The money that Kazuka saved earlier could be said to have forgotten a little before but as he continued to think the memory of Kazuka's previous savings appeared in his head.

"Asuka, can you immerse me in the Music Shop? I want to buy a guitar and try to learn to play the guitar" Ryan said to his younger brother, the goal is to increase his brother's Parameters to be higher but apart from He wants to get guitar and singing skills. 

The aim is quite clear which is to use the song to draw Suzune Ayano, a common but most effective way.

" You ... have really changed, Nii-san. You are getting better and more active, I like it " Asuka Eiji said.

" Y-You like me? I know myself is handsome and attractive to many women but we have Brother and Sister " Kazuka shook his head, as if he was against their relationship. But actually she was just joking to make their relationship closer than before because Asuka didn't seem too comfortable with Kazuka.

" Not like that! Asuka gasped and defended herself making Kazuka burst into laughter.

"Y-You're playing with me!" 

" Ha ha ha ... Wait a minute, look at your blushing face. It's so funny "Kazuka laughed seeing his sister's face flushed red but He felt happy seeing the screen in front of him.

[ Asuka Eiji 55 -> 56, get 1 point]

Even if it is only 1 Point but it shows that his steps are correct and to establish that parameter he has to work hard and use all his emotions.

Asuka glared at Kazuka, she puffed out her cheeks and looked away Kazuka tries to talk to her but Asuka just keeps ignoring Himself and doesn't reply to everything He said. Sensing that Asuka didn't want to say anything, Kazuka thought of a way to persuade her.

" Angel-Chan, Are you completely ignoring me? How about I buy ice cream as an apology "Kazuka said, using Asuka's preference.

"Jumbo Ice Cream because I also want some payment to take you to the Music Shop" Asuka added and she had a non-negotiating face.

" O-Oke "

Kazuka can only give in and agree because of a long debate or maybe Asuka becomes annoyed and angry because she is not being obeyed for now. He can only obey Asuka's words.

Seeing his children fighting, Father who was carrying the last meal immediately stopped them.

" Stop there kids, it's time to eat. Hurry up and eat because we will leave early, I have a meeting "Dad said.

Nobody argued and they ate quickly, not too fast because they didn't want to choke, it didn't take long for them to finish eating and immediately went to the front.after putting on their shoes they left immediately and this time in his father's car, not going as usual because he usually left earlier than them.

Get into the car and the car is going on the road pretty fast.

...

The first lesson was Physics followed by Biology, a pretty good match for Physics and Chemistry even for Kazuka who could easily follow the lessons. During class he turned his attention to Suzune Ayano and then to the book containing His pictures.

[ You can learn drawing skills by paying 2 Ntr Points, Accept or decline]

'Hmm ... There's nothing wrong with learning this stuff, right. I can start making Comics' thought Kazuka and decided to take it.

After that he immediately raised his drawing Skill to the pinnacle level and as soon as the information entered his head, he had information about various types of drawing and he can make the image look like the original so it is impossible to distinguish.

Kazuka tried to make some kind of comic from his memory, without using any tools he could draw any lines or other curves The difference was very clear, before he got the drawing skill and after he got the drawing skill.

[Drawing skills can be upgraded to Comic Creator for 1 Ntr Point, Accept or Decline]

Surprise appeared in Kazuka's eyes because he didn't know that Skills could be upgraded like that, from Skill drawing to Comic Maker He wanted to know what the difference was so he decided to agree. After that, knowledge about comic making appeared in his mind, in contrast to the drawing skills of a comic maker, which shows more about Comic Plot, how to draw good comics.

Kazuka believes that he can make comics that are much better even when compared to the previous world, he can make a storyline and it is very easy in comics, different from writers who cover not only novels, but also poetry, film scripts, and others.

The idea of ​​a storyline popped up in his head inspired by One Piece Anime and he even thought of the many storylines until the end. The number of chapters is around 500's lower than the One Piece Comics but will not lose and exceed the comic with extraordinary details plus real image quality.

'I'm more confident in making comics now, maybe I need to do it and make my debut as a Comic Creator, after all this country is Japan in the Alternative world. The comics are more developed compared to other countries, so it will be easier for me to get contracts and profits. '

Having this kind of system is very confusing he can become anything so that's why he is confused to focus on one thing because the system also makes him limit himself.from doing anything because he needed to tease someone else's lover to earn Ntr Points and was lucky enough that Himself didn't have a Quest function so it was looser and no guidance.

"Kazuka Eiji! Please pay attention to my studies" said the female teacher.

[ Hana Keiko, 5 -> 0 ]

Kazuka's eyes twitched but he kept his face neutral and replied " I already understand Keiko-sensei, so it's not like I don't want to pay attention but I would rather hone my drawing skills than pay attention to the lessons I have mastered "

[ Hana Keiko , 0 -> -5]

[ Suzune Ayano 17 -> 25, Get 8 Points ]

[ Suzu Hirose, 5 -> 35, Get 30 Poin ]

[ Kanna Hashimoto, 0 -> 15, Get 15 Poin ]

Kazuka was surprised by the three girls whose Parameters had increased, in his opinion he must have a drop in the same parameters as the Hana Keiko who was currently glowering at him. He was confused because it was increasing instead of decreasing, he really didn't understand any woman in that world.

Max is a miserable man, he lives life with monotony nothing stirs his life. Not having a colorful life, only anime is an escape for him.

But his life takes a turn when he gets a mysterious system that makes him have to take someone else's woman, whether it's someone else's girlfriend or wife.

Apart from that he was also taken to another world, Alternative Earth where his actions had never been done and the term Ntr is not known at all.

Excited nako sa bago kong trabaho sa Maynila. Malayo sa probinsya at mahirap bumyahe, pero tiniis ko ito. After 5 hours na byahe, nakarating nako sa pinakasikat na comic maker sa bansa, ang Vyxien Inc. Pumasok ako at nakita ko sa loob na ang ganda ng kanilang lobby. Hinatak ako ni Fina papasok.

"Ahhhhhh!" Sigaw ko.
"Andito kana pala Chia!" Sabi nya.
"Walangya ka! Bigla mo nlng ako hahatakin. Pag may nangyari sakin." Sabi ko. 

Pumunta na kami sa office ng president, si Marie Yllona Villaroel, ang pinakasikat na author sa Pilipinas at ang author ng Vyxien's Love. Pinakilala ako ni Fina sa kanya dahil sa sikat kong story na CROANAH.

"Maam, sya po si Chia. Pinsan ko galing Tarlac." Sabi ni Fina.
"Oh! Hello Ms. Chia." Sabi ni Maam Yllona.
"Chia Michele Almario po. 20 years old from Tarlac City." Nagpakilala ako sa kanya.
"Fina, sya ba yung pinsan mong gumawa ng Croanah?" Sabi ni maam.
"Opo. Sya po." Sabi ni Fina.
"Pirmahan mo muna ang iyong kontrata. Welcome sa Vyxien Inc!" Sabi ni maam.
"Thank you po!" Sabi ko.

Pagkatapos kong pumirma, pumunta na kami sa bago kong office. Maganda, maayos, at malinis. Tuwang-tuwa ako sa modern office ko.

"Maganda ba?" Tanong ni maam.
"Syempre, why not!" Sabay tawa namin.
"Bes! This is your time to shine hehe." Sabi ni Fina.
"Thank you po talaga." Sabi ko.

Tinuruan ako kung paano gamitin ang mga gamit sa office ko. Masaya ako dahil hindi na panglibro ang story ko kundi pang-comics na.

Croanah is a fictional book from Chia Almario (Lead Cast). Entry to Croanah can be through Chia's magical tablet where you can see Chynna (Lead Cast in Croanah). On the other hand, reentry to the real world happens through Chynna's secret hole.
When Croanah ends in last chapter, the Croanah world continues to exist but the "characters" will instantaneously lose their titles as "characters" and may live their own lives.

Walang kahit isa ang nakakapunta sa Croanah maliban kay Chia. Sa Croanah ay maraming krimen at patayan na ang naganap, pero malalagpasan kaya ito nila Chia at Chynna. Hindi nila alam na magkaparehas sila ng apelyido.

Makabalik pa kaya si Chia sa totoong mundo? O maging habangbuhay na karakter sa Croanah?

My Maker vanishes after giving me a brief rundown introduction to the wider universe. 
The multiverse, actually.
And oh boy, I am just a mere tadpole, finding my way in an endless ocean full of cosmic terrors. Fucking cosmic terrors!
That is how insignificant I am.
But I like being insignificant. I get to live longer.
There is nothing to see here, Cthulhu. Nothing to see at all. 
I am just a tiny tadpole digging a little home for himself in this small corner of the multiverse.
Good thing that my Maker is one of the Primordial. 
Primordial are like at the top of the cosmic food chain, just a bit higher than their nemesis, the Aspects. At least that is what my Maker has claimed. Sounds about right.
In any case, I don't want to run into an Aspect, being granted power by a Primordial and all. I wouldn't want to run into their champions either.
As one of the Primordial Champions, I am still above the Gods! Hah! Puny Gods! Me smash!
Just kidding. My Maker have already warned me that it won't come and save me if I get myself in deep shit, so that means no pissing off those comic horrors and their underlings.
Most can make me dead without thinking. 
Deader, I mean. I am already dead, being a ghost and all. 
And the reason I didn't get to move onto the astral or spiritual plane of existence like everyone else is because my soul is a Millennium Soul. It just means that I am special.
I knew it! I fucking knew it! I am the chosen one. The chosen one! Hah! I mean the chosen soul!
A Millennium Soul!
Being a Millennium Soul also allows me to withstand the spiritual pressure from those cosmic horrors, at least for a while. Any other spirits would be vaporized into oblivion.
Phew! I wouldn't want that to happen. Cease to exist, that is.
Thank you for sparing my perverted life, great Maker! I will sacrifice billions of unborn children straight from my loins in your name.
But being a Millennium Soul prevents my entrance into the afterlife, so no heavenly-defying beauties for me to use as a pillow. Fuck! 
I guess I will have to find a way to break into paradise instead. At least just to see my parents again.
I never had a chance to say goodbye. And watching them falling apart after I died is really painful. I am their only child after all. Poor mum. Poor dad.
Huhuhuhuhu…
I mean. Boobooboobooboo…b.
Just an extra 'b' to complete the word.
Damn those untouchable bouncy titties. I will find a way to suffocate myself between them! 
Mark my word! Mark my word, I say! This is my mission in life. In the afterlife. 
Eh? That didn't sound right either. What the hell am I floating here for? I am a ghost, I know that, but what is this state of living? Ghostly life? Alright, I will go with that.
Before my Maker left to seek out more underlings, it did leave me with a System.
Final-fucking-ly!
I wonder when I get the damn thing? I did get hit by a fucking truck, so where is my isekai-adventure? Where is my loli goddesses with huge breasts? 
Please don't tell me that it is reserved for the Japanese only!
My great-great-great-grandmother is Japanese. Bless her dead heart.
That still counts! Right! Right!? Anyone?
Of course, no one can hear me scream, being dead and all. Ghost joke! 
Ahem. 
Alright, calm down, me. Being dead and alone for so fucking long, I have to find way to entertain myself somehow. Touching myself all day and night just isn't going to cut it. 
Painting every hot girl that I see with my steamy ectoplasm doesn't really count.
Heh. 
Alright, enough of crazy talk. Let's get down to sexy business.
Umm… status?
The moment I have thought of that word, my own voice rings out in my mind. It wasn't that surprising, considering I have been hearing voices all day long. 
But I would love a hot seducing voice instead, but beggar can't be chooser.
I did beg for my life, but there is no shame in smooching up to my Maker. And in doing so, I was given a power instead getting erased from existence! 
So, hurrah for being a coward?
[Name: Ghostly Ghost] – the fuck!? Alright, I will bite. 
Damien sounds shitty anyway. Sorry mum. I will make it up to you one day, wherever you are. I hope dad is with you since he looks even more ghastly than me after you left him behind.
[Species: Ghost (Primordial Champion)] – can you be any more obvious!?
[Level: -1] – tadpole, see? Is that a negative? Seriously!?
[Sexual Point (SP): 25/100] – My Maker did say mention something about this in the brief introduction to all things that I should stay the hell away. I was paying more attention to the cosmic horrors.
[Magical Points (MP): N/A (awaken magic is required)] – well, that is interesting. I will guess that is on my list of things to do. My Maker didn't tell me anything about this though. Well, that just sucks.
[Health: N/A (physical body is missing)] – yup.
[Stamina: N/A (physical body is missing)] – uh huh. 
I will comment on every little thing because I am a more than just insane for being stuck in this ghostly state for so long if you haven't noticed.
[Attributes: N/A (physical body is missing)] – eh? What have I been exercising my hands and junior all these times for? At least give me some Strength or Endurance!
[Powers: Power of Possession (Primordial). The Gamer (Primordial)] – Hurrah! Not just one power, but two set of powers. My maker is super generous!
[Skillset: Possession (10SP).]
[Ability: Locked]
…
Everything else is locked at the moment. However, I do have an awesome skill called Possession. 
It allows me to possess anything, living or dead, for about a day or two, depending on how strong the will and spirit of the possessed person is. So, does that mean I can get to play a baby for years and get to suck on some hot momma's titty?
Ahem. Sorry. Sorry.
While a cool skill, the SP cost is exceedingly high for my meager sexual energy.
Good thing I can restore my sexual energy by sexually harassing girls. I wouldn't have it any other way. 
Heh.
I didn't need to check the inventory or market or anything else since they are all locked. I will have to unlock them gradually by growing some steel balls. 
Let's try growing some eyes to see first, huh. Being a tadpole and all.
I float around to check everyone else out, and with my gamer eyes, I can see a number floating above their head. Most are 1 or 2, but some are much higher, like 5 or 6. 
The number is an indication of how much sexual energy I can harvest from them. It is done by releasing their sexual tension and spreading my Maker's ideals. 
That means turning the world into a sexual paradise. 
My maker is a Primordial Sin of Lust. What part of that means anything else?
Strange that there are also numbers hovering above children. Those numbers are higher than average from what I can tell. Did that mean taboo nature means more rewards?
I will have to experiment to find out.
But in any case, I wouldn't bother with those low numbers. Wasting time on them 
That said, I wouldn't bother with those low numbers. Possession cost 10SP, so with simple math, I will actually lose points for wasting time on those people. That is no good. I need a bigger score.
I hover around for a bit and notice the highest number I have seen thus far. 
22! Wow. 
That is much better! Even if I didn't like his appearance. He is kind of fat and ugly.
I immediately haunt him, finding that he is driving towards to a Catholic school to pick up his daughter.
So many sexy girls are here. Holy fuck! I mean unholy fuck!
"Hey daddy."
It comes from a blond-haired girl, standing at around six feet tall. Her face is angelic with tanned skin and bright blue eyes. Her breasts pushed out of her tight blazer, and they are huge for even her sporty frame.
"Hello, sweetie. Mum can't pick you up today, so I guess you will have me."
I didn't recall how I get to their house since my eyes are glue to her breasts. Must be nice to stare at them every day. I notice her father is also staring at them.
And the number has become 24! Nice! Very nice!
Time to release all that sexual tension.

I am a pervert.
I am such a pervert.
Even in death, I couldn’t help myself. I couldn’t help myself at all!
As a ghost, I am on a mission to spread manly culture throughout this world and the next. Join me on my adventure throughout the multiverse. Read about my endless debauchery. And feel what I feel!
Even Gods tremble erotically in my presence and spread their legs to welcome me. Hah!
I am such a pervert. 
And this will be super fun!
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This story contains extreme sexual situation and more sexual situations. No one under 18 is allowed.

The little blue Corvette idles on the street in front of Cosmo's Comics & Café, but I'm reluctant to get out. The fog's already lifted from the city and temperatures are above fifty-five. It's set to become a beautiful day in the Bay. I have three spectacular friends waiting inside on plush couches with a sugary breakfast of French toast smothered with caramel and chocolate. Four months ago I'd be out of the car by now. Today my feet won't move in their direction. I love my friends, but there's someone better beside me.

"You'll call me when you girls finish for the day, right?" Ryland turns on the hazard lights, the little dings with each blink filling in our silence.

I blow out a breath against the window, fogging up a small area, which quickly disappears. "Yeah."

"You're going to be late."

Aspen texted me last night with news she had a surprise for us this morning. I don't like surprises. At least surprises I don't know about in advance. "We could go back to your place and play DR." I try to tempt him to drive away.

"Is everything okay?" he asks, not taking me up on the offer.

"Yeah." More condensation builds on the window only to dissipate as fast.

Ryland leans over placing a hand on the back of my neck, his fingers caught in a few strands of hair. "You love your girl time on Sundays. Since Aspen took over Cosmo's we men have been relegated to Finn's place."

"Well she wasn't allowed to have all of us over at one time per her old rules, so really that's your fault." I laugh and put my hand on the door handle, the closest I've come to leaving. "And don't let Finn fool you. The guys hang out at Cosmo's on Sunday mornings every once and a while. He just doesn't want to get out of his pajamas this early most weekends." I totally understand.

"That sounds like Finn." He pulls me closer. "Go enjoy the nice couches and gossip, but no pillow fights or whatever else you girls might do together. You'll give the nerds heart attacks."

"Okay." I shake my head a few times at him. "I'll make sure to let Aspen know our clothes have to stay on this week."

I close the distance between us expecting a quick peck on the lips, but Ryland pulls me toward him. My heart picks up and I fist the fabric of his white shirt stopping any retreat. He bites my lower lip as he pulls away, his lips tipped up smiling down at me before he lets go.

It's the sendoff I needed. "Saucy, Tiger." I release his shirt and pat it down, and then I open the door and step out to the sidewalk before I change my mind.

I refuse to stand on the street and watch him drive away, so once his hazard lights shut off, I turn and walk into Cosmo's.

The comic shop we've spent Sundays at since the weather turned too cold for Aspen is bright and airy for the small space it encompasses. The smell of coffee permeates the area. Exposed brick lines both walls, a large window and front door taking up the space at the entrance. To the left running most of the way along, there's a checkout and section for customers to order coffee and other hot drinks. The right wall's filled with metal shelving to display the comic book dolls and other boxed items. The middle of the store toward the front is stacked full of tall white box structures holding hundreds, maybe thousands, of various comics separated out by maker and then series.

Most of these areas are easy to overlook, but the back of the room draws my attention. Along the back wall, a few feet from a door marked employees only, three thick orange-ish colored couches form a half circle with a thick coffee table placed in the middle.

Tucked away from the two customers pawing through the stacks of comics wait Aspen, Amanda, and Simone as I suspected. Each claimed a couch as their own and I throw myself down on the opposite end of Aspen's. Her thick winter coat fills the empty space between us and I remove my purple San Francisco fleece and lay it on top.

"The next time you two try to make a porno on the street, let me know. I bet I'd make millions if I posted it online." She reaches to the coffee table and grabs a green mug, passing it to my waiting hand.

I breathe across the top to help cool the coffee with the one sugar she knows I need. "You saw, huh?"

"The whole street saw." Simone's eyes widen and she pulls on her blue sweater pretending to cool down. "It was hot."

Trey's right. We've definitely corrupted his sweet and innocent woman. I'm kind of proud how quickly it happened.

"So you two are like... a thing now... officially? A PDA kind of couple?" Aspen watches my face for any hint of a lie, but it's wasted effort. I'm not going to even try.

I pull out my cell phone. "Yes."

"Yes? That's all you have for us?" Amanda asks.

"Don't worry. She'll slip sooner or later and then we'll get our answers." Aspen answers for me pulling up one of the free comic books Jason, the store owner, leaves on the coffee table. She feigns interest in whoever the big green guy is fighting this edition.

She drops the comic within a minute and the conversation flows to important topics, such as why the food delivery is late and her weekly Finn update. He's still a nerd and they're grossly in love.

When nothing exciting comes up, even when Amanda shares her latest dating story, I reach for my phone out of habit and end up texting Ryland.

Me: You need tinted windows.

His response is almost immediate.

Ryland: I'll get right on that, Kitten.

I start to text back my standard complaint to not call me Kitten, the reply as much a part of our standard conversation as the nickname, but Aspen perks up and I draw my attention to where she stares out the large glass front window.

"Oh, good the food's here." Aspen tracks a guy as he walks past the front and opens the door.

My mouth started salivating before I walked in this morning and I've been impatiently waiting for someone to feed me since I sat down. Monday through Saturday I'm iffy on the whole breakfast meal, but Sundays... Sundays are the day where we call it brunch and use it as an excuse to stuff our faces with sugary goodness. Most weekends the promise of Tahiti French toast is the one reason I get out of bed.



A contemporary romance series full of hot nerds from USA TODAY Bestselling Author Megan Matthews. 
San Francisco is heating up this summer.

With grad school under my belt I’m ready to start the next chapter of my life. San Francisco is a brand-new city. I have an amazing apartment, a new job, family, and friends to keep me occupied. Life in the city will be easy. Or at least it would if I could figure out why my heart skips a beat every time I see my hot neighbor.

Handsome, funny, and always around right when I need him, Finnegan McRyan is my own personal knight in shining armor. The tousled hair and sexy glasses don’t hurt his appeal either. Finn acts like the perfect man, but there’s something about him that has me questioning if it’s too good to be true.
Can I count on him when it really matters or is Finn using his good guy image to hide the truth?
#explicit content
#Age 18+
The Boys of RDA is created by Megan Matthews, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author

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

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

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

"Ok, ok. Although there are many incredible things in the world, just like you, just like this Chat Group."
"But, Seriously? I am a movie character?!! Oh, my goodness!!"
Tony had a lot of speculations after learning that there are different worlds. After all, the information about other universes or the parallel world is theoretical, the human brain can generate many bold ideas.
 He even guessed that in the world of Kousuke, he is a character in movies, novels, comics, etc. 
This is the worst guess he has made.
"Don't you believe me? I can prove myself…"
Seeing that Tony was in a dilemma, Kousuke sighed and decided to use his ultimate move to get him to believe.
Spoilers!
"No, no, stop, stop, I believe it, you are right. Please refrain yourself from whatever you are about to say."
Tony knew that Kousuke was about to give spoilers. Without a second thought, he quickly stopped him.
"…Fine." Kousuke clicked his tongue and did not give the spoilers.
"…" Silence descended the Chat Group.
…
Outside the examination hall, Kousuke was listening to the 2-nd Stage of the Chunin exams' rules, the practicals. 
"Out of you all, only 10 will be promoted to Chunins. Rest will have to retake the exams next year." The same scar face dude said in a cold voice. He looked at the eyes of rookies and continued, "You are given a week for preparation. Now, you are permitted to leave the avenue."
After giving his mandatory forced speech, the scarface dude walked away from the crowd. 
Kousuke also walked away from the crowd and opened his sign-in System.
[It is detected that the Host is currently visiting the National Shinobi Association.]
[Would you like to sign-in?]
[Yes] / [No]
Kosuke looked around for a moment and scanned the area with his sensory abilities. Seeing that no one is paying attention to him, he clicked on the [Yes] and curiously looked at the rewards.
[Sign-in in 10s…5s…1s]
[Sign-in completed.]
[Congratulations, Host, you have been rewarded an [[A-level power]]: Teleportation.]
[Note: You need to wait for three-minutes before using this ability. This can be referred to from Saiki K.'s Disastrous life.]
Although the rewards this time is not comparable to the first one, it is not weak. Teleportation is a compelling ability. If used correctly, it can be a life-saving card. It can teleport you along with anything you touch to any part of the world.
But, drawbacks are apparent.
It requires a recharge of three minutes to use the ability. You cannot use it continuously.
'Interesting, although there is the same type of ninjutsu in the world, I don't think that anyone in the world would be able to use it. Maybe in ancient times, The Fourth Hokage is the  last person to use this type of ninjutsu.' Kosuke thought and looked at the crowd near him.
Glancing at the empty-cliché-alleyway-where-not-so-suspicious-people-do-heroic-deed-go. Kosuke walked towards it and teleported towards the new house that he bought from his savings.
The house is a 1BHK apartment inside the Economic Hub of the city. This home type is mainly preferred by ninjas who do not want to disturb their families and silently perform their missions. No one will bother them here.
Kosuke suddenly appeared in the bedroom without any special effects.
After tidying his clothes, he walked towards the window and looked at the bustling city. Citizens were rushing to their workplace after having their lunch, Shinobi was jumping from building to building, Children were looking at the disappearing shadow of Shinobi with awe and desire, Female Shinobi were spreading awareness regarding women rights.
Just like a modern-day Naruto world should be.
Perfectly balanced.
…
[Dimensional Chat Group]
[Kosuke opened a live video call]
[Stark joined the call]
"Hey, Mr. Stark. How are you coping with the 'Truth'?" Kosuke looked at Tony with slight concern. Not everyone can act as nothing happened after learning that their entire life is just a paintbrush of others. In this case, a box-office.
"Don't call me Mr., just call me Tony or Stark." Tony waved his hands and changed the subject.
"Fine, Stark." Kosuke nodded and said, "It seems that you want to ask some questions." 
Tony did not conceal anything and directly asked, 
"Am I the protagonist?"
"…" I seem to have forgotten that Tony is not included in the "Normal" type of person.
Instead of screaming and shouting that everything is a lie, he directly asked whether he is the protagonist. Only a Stark can do that.
Kosuke nodded and said, "Yes, you are the protagonist…"
"Heh, See, even the universe is charmed by my handsome appearance." Tony narcissistically said and interrupted Kosuke.
But Kosuke did not complain and directly broke his fantasy by his following words.
"… But, you are one of the protagonists."
"…" Tony, on the other hand, was embarrassed that his face was slapped by another party.
Kosuke was also embarrassed by this awkward atmosphere and directly left the video call.
[Kosuke left the video call]
[Stark left the video call]
…
 
In the world of Marvel.
Tony did not sleep since he joined the Chat Group. His eyes were reddened, and his hairs were messy. He looked haggard, which is the polar opposite of his image as a playboy. He weakly slumped on the sofa near the piano and stared at the ceiling.
"Excuse me, Mr. Stark. Ms. Potts is coming to your position. Would you like to stop her?"
Jarvis, his personal AI butler and one of the most advanced Artificial Intelligence in the world, is one of his proudest creations. Jarvis's name was dedicated to his previous house butler, who was also named Jarvis.
Tony abruptly woke up from the daze and hurridly hide the Marvel comic given to him by Kosuke beneath the pillows.
"Tony, I don't know what you are doing. Are you still a child? Why are you reading comics?" 
Pepper's voice came from behind.
"Hehe, Potts, want to have a drink?" Tony waved his hands and changed the subject. He looked around and said, "Also, who said that only kids can read comics? I am sure that I am not one of those people."
Pepper looked at him with suspicion and did not say anything. Tony nervously looked at her and said, "This comic… was written by my nephew. Ah, yes, nephew. He aspires to be a comic book…maker? Yeah. You can also ask Jarvis."
"Yes, Ms. Potts. Mr. Stark is right."
"…" She looked at him, blankly and said, "You don't have a nephew."
"I do. I have one. He's studying in a boarding school in Europe. Also, he is Japanese." Tony did not waver and created a false identity to hide his actions.
"…" Pepper, fortunately, did not question anymore and started to inform him about fluctuations in the company due to his previous behaviour.
Which was closing the Weapons and Arms manufacturing department of Stark Industries. 
Tony seriously looked at the information and was silent for a moment. His eyes narrowed when he saw a familiar name in the report.
 Obadiah Stane.
 His former uncle, current partner, future Iron Monger. According to the comic given by Kosuke, his uncle was the one responsible for his kidnapping.
'Such a scheming bastard. If I didn't know the future in advance, I would have succumbed to his plans.'
Tony thought and said to Pepper, "Potts, why don't you do me a favour?"
"You are my boss," Pepper said but still agree to the favour.
"Great!" Tony clapped his hands and took the pen drive from the coffee table nearby, and said: "I want you to go to my office and…"
Tony explained the plan but did not say anything about Obadiah. He just told her to copy some encrypted files from the computers of shareholders.
After all, this is reality. He does not believe that everything in the comic is real. Even if the comic says that his uncle was responsible for his kidnapping, He will not act without evidence.
If the comic is correct, then… nevermind.
With this thought, he gave the pen drive to Pepper and drove her away from the mansion.
…
Advanced Shinobi History and Academic Institution.
Inside the crowded auditorium, every student was sitting in an orderly manner. On the podium, Professional Academian invited by the University was giving a lecture regarding the events till the fourth great Shinobi war.
The middle-aged professor looked at the students from the top and started to explain:
"In our world, there are many wonders. Everyone is blessed by God, who has given us the Chakra. We are natural warriors, an Assassin, a Shinobi. But to me, this is nothing but bullshit."
"If there is God, then why hasn't he shown himself? If you ask me about a guy called Uchiha Madara, he is nothing but a faker. I mean, can anyone wage war against hundreds of thousands of enemies and almost win? Bullshit."
"Although I am offending the beliefs of the Uchiha clan, believe me, they just depend on the fame their ancestor, Uchiha Sasuke, has gained over his lifetime."
"Uchiha Sasuke, Most powerful Shinobi to ever exist. I support that. After all, this is proved by the facts. But, even if he was the most powerful Shinobi to ever exist, was he immortal?" 
"His power died along with him."
"There are some rumours about Hyuga Toneri, one of the most potent Hyuga blood to ever exist. Is this some rumours? Even during the era of modernization, Shinobi's powers were gradually weakened. Due to the emergence of modern weapons, it was nearly extinct."
"But, we preserved."
Professor looked at the students with enthusiasm and finally explained.
"You know, this is my personal opinion. Now, let's focus on the facts we have discovered and proven regarding the fourth Shinobi war."
"Let me start from the beginning…"
"In the ancient era, there were five hidden villages. Namely, Hidden Leaf, Sand, Mist, Rock, Lightning. After the warring state period, they have been in constant warfare when they were established."
"But, after the fourth Shinobi war, they started to co-exist with each other. So, the question is, What happens in this war? Why was this so different? Is it essential to our generation? What was revealed in this war? What was the aftermath?"
"But, answers to these questions are related to one man, Uchiha Sasuke, the one who united the nations, one who promoted the peace."
"Let me tell you something about this great man. He was born in Hidden Leaf village on the day of Nine-Devil-Destruction. He was shunned by the villagers because of his birth date. But, he did not blacken."
"As an orphan, he did not get familial love. But, he treated his entire village as his family, even if they shunned him."
"Just like every other Uchihas, he was also a genius. In his peak, he opened the mysterious 3-rd Sharingan with three tomoes."
"When he turned 18-year-old, he experienced the battlefield. In the end, after the victory of the Fourth Shinobi War, he was considered a Hero."
"The Fourth Shinobi War was between the Akatsuki village and five hidden villages. The leader of Akatsuki, Itachi Hyuga, Known for his heinous deeds, longed for the destruction of the world. But, our hero, Sasuke Uchiha, defeated him and brought the world into a peaceful era."
"This is a summarised version of what we have found in the ruins of the Fourth Shinobi War battlefield and ancient archives of hidden villages. For more reference, you can refer to my book─ History of Shinobi Wars."
"Thank you."
The professor bowed elegantly and walked towards the teacher's lounge.
"*Clap*." ×45
"*Clap*." ×23
"*Clap*." ×54
Everyone started to applause.
"…" Kosuke, who just wanted to sign-in at one of the significant places in the world.
"…" Tony, who was on the video call with Kosuke after watching the original Naruto anime.
"…" The author, who is high on meth.

Looking around at his surrounding and seeing some weird people with Naruto headbands jumping on the roof-to-roof while spitting fire from their face, Kosuke is not-so-calm anymore.

As a "Legal" Transmigrator and almost a Reincarnator, He is a person who has seen virtually everything. But finding that he is in a world filled with ninjas and shit, maybe his previous life experience is not-so-good anymore.

"Sasuke Uchiha was the most powerful Shinobi to ever exist." His teacher once told him in the history class.

He asked, "What about Naruto Uzumaki?"

To which he got a reply, "Who? There is no such person in history."

"Then what about Tailed-beasts and Otsutsuki's?" He asked with a hopeful gaze.

"You mean Devil creature? Also, what Otsutsuki? Are you acting senile?"

Since then, he realized that this world is Fucked up.
….
But, a day before his Chunin exams, he got a mysterious Sign-in System. Which enabled him to get various rewards after sign-in at historical locations.

Suddenly, a new type of voice rang in his mind…

[You have been invited to Dimensional Chat Group]

[Would you like to join?]

Now, his sign-in scope is upgraded from a single world to a whole multiverse.

Group members: Tony Stark, Sherlock Holmes, Saiki Kusuo, Nakiri Erina, Diana Prince, …

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