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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This is a collection of romance fantasies. From an office love triangle with the CEO and his assistant to a stalker making you think your meeting was destined. There are many other different short stories that could possibly happen or only ever happen in your fantasy's. Each chapter is a new short story. Like a bedtime book for romance readers.
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I got my title picture from a comic on Webcomics.

"Annie! Is nice to see you. You look even better than the last time we met" A middle aged guy greeted my mother once we entered his office.  

"Oh Clark stop with your lies" My mother replied playfully. It was clear that the both of them were friends, or in really good terms at the very least. 

"And you must be the young genius I been hearing about... Mister Sam Bane" He said amicably, and then he offered me his hand to shake "I'm Clarke Cook, it's a pleasure to meet you" 

"Good day to you sir" I shook his hand firmly. Or with the most strength my seven year old self could muster. 

After the short interaction, I finally could relax a bit. For some reason, ever since yesterday night I was really nervous about this reunion. I guess that I really wanted for it to work out. 

"Take a sit please" He said after a while, with a never ending smile on his face. 

His office was a mess. I could tell that he worked hard, if the multiple papers all over his desk, and the big bags under his eyes were any indication. Still, it didn't gave much confidence on his organizational skills. 

"Thanks Clark" My mother replied. And before I could notice the mood changed. It was like the both of them went from normal mode to business mode, in just second. 

Before coming here, my mother just told me to let her negotiate in my behalf. And I planned to do exactly that, especially now with the professional aura she inspires. 

"Well, let's start with the book composition first" said Clark, "Annie, like you already know, I like the three stories you've sent me last week. They appeal to a younger demographic, which is  a group that is gaining traction lately. Although I have to say that these stories are too short to be released as books on their own. So, I propose to compile them. I think five stories could make a good sized book" 

It was reasonable. My stories were a little too short. I could've done them longer, but I wanted to keep them simple, considering that the target readers would be mostly kids. 

"That's a good idea. Although I think that the stories should have a common theme between them. For example, a book collection could be about princesses. Sam here has written about ten stories about princesses, so it shouldn't be a problem, right Sam?" My mother said, and tactfully helped me to get into the conversation. 

"Yes, there's no problem with that" I said calmly. Mr. Clark finally looked at me after that. He looked interested with that bit of news. 

"That sounds good to me. I'll need to read the five stories you plan to publish, so we can progress any further... But in an act of good faith of Sam's work, we can talk about the details of the deal we will be making" 

"What do you propose then?" Mother asked. 

He looked at me for a second before concentrating on my mother once again. Then, he brought up a paper he had at the only clear zone of his desktop, and passed it out to my mom. 

The contract I assume. I planned to read it on my own when my mother finishes it, but I couldn't help to look at her to see if I could get any information from her face expressions. Which ended up being a pointless endeavor. 

"Ha!" She exclaimed "I see your intentions Clark. If this is how it will be, let's stop here. We'll take our leave" My mother finally said. And then stood up from her seat and walked to the exit. 

I could only guess what unreasonable things were written on there. So for now I just followed her up. Although for some reason I felt that this wasn't the end of the discussion. 

"Wait!" Clark finally said, "I admit the contract may be a little unfair, but we can discuss it, no need to go away just like that" 

My mother turned back with a smirk on her face, "I'm surprised, I've heard a little about your situation Clark. But now with you flinching so quick, I'm wondering of how bad it really is" 

To my surprise it seems that we were not in the losing end of the negotiations to begin with. My mother really played him hard. Clark's face said all I wanted to know. He was mad, but he still stayed quiet about it. 

"Yeah, it's true. We are in need of a success, and that's the principal reason to even consider to publish a kid's book, besides the publicity within itself that it could generate" He admitted. 

"I've heard that all the upcoming writers choose to go with other companies, after all you've had a bad record in the last five years" My mother added while the both of us took a seat once again. 

"You really did your research, huh?" he said with a defeated look. "... I wanted to start my own comic book company, but at the end all the good artists preferred to go with either 'power comics' or 'marvelous', and before I realized, the book company I had spent so many years to build up, was on his way to bankruptcy" 

It was kind of a sad story, but also an amazing opportunity. If I played my cards right, maybe making my own comics wasn't impossible for me in the near future. 

"So, in your times of need you thought on cheating your good friend of so many years" Mother said while making 'tsk' noises, pointing the bad deed Clark has made, "Sam is young, so there will be no problem if he waits a couple of years to get published... So now I wonder, what deal could you offer us, so we can even consider making a deal with you" 

Clark clenched his jaw at that, and had a serious expression on his face. He kept quiet though, it seemed that he was seriously considering the matter. 

"What do you want?" He finally asked. 

"Twenty percent, and the rights will belong to him completely" Mother demanded. 

That was a extremely good deal, especially for a newcomer like me, asking for that much was out of my expectations.

"That's... acceptable. But Sam will have to publish at least four books with us" He countered. 

"Are you joking? Two is the most we are going to concede" Mother said with displeasure. 

That was something we had talked about before. If I was successful enough, I could go with a bigger publishing company in the future. And my mother had a high faith on my success for some reason. 

Now there was a clear disagreement between them. I honestly couldn't care less if I had to write four books for this company, with the new deal offered I would have no complaints. But I knew what I wanted. 

"How about I do publish four books, but you'll have to publish a comicbook of mine... With the same conditions as the one with the books" I interrupted them. 

The both of them stared at me with surprised faces. "What do you mean?" Clark asked after a while. 

"Well... I have this idea for a comic, and I felt compelled to do it after I heard that you own a comic company" I explained. 

"Are you talking about the one you've made with Hanna?" Mother asked me with a worried face. It was clear that she thought that it wasn't that great. 

It wasn't a bad comic per se, but I do agree that it isn't the kind of comic that sells well with the masses, nor profesional enough to be a comic on his own. But I'm aware which comics are the best sellers at this era, compared to my old reality.   

"No" I said, before Clark could have asked about it, "I have an idea for a superhero comic, but I don't have the talent to draw. So I thought it was a good compromise that if my books are successful enough, Mister Clark will hire an artist to draw my comic, and then he'll publish it" 

"That's interesting. What do you think Clark?" Mother asked with a simple smile on her face.  

This wasn't something we had discussed before, so I was relieved that she just went along with the idea. 

Clark just sighed and nodded with a smile of his own. Even if he tried to hide it, I could see that he was happy about the deal. In the end, he wanted both of his companies to succeed, and now there was a chance for it to be possible.

Samuel Bane, a guy who was just a normal 23 year old in another life, was living in a new world with his memory intact. 

The new world is almost exactly the same as the one he lived before, except that the period of time was similar to the mid 80's that he knew by the movies and tv shows he watched.

This story will focus on how Sam enters the entertainment business. Getting his works published and meeting new people on his way towards an unheard level of success. 

The concept of the story has inspiration in "I'm really a super star", but it's nothing alike.


> Currently I'm posting a chapter every Tuesday.

FEATURES

10 Classic Superheroes, Ranked By Their Origin Stories

by Neeraj Kumar Prajapati 

Not everyone is born a hero. In the case of superheroes, it's a singular moment that typically sets the individual on the path to becoming a force for good. That's what is known as the origin story. Whether it's an alien with unbelievable powers or a regular Earthling who's just trying to do the best with their natural talents, each comic book protagonist has an experience that leads them on their heroic path. And boy, have there been a lot of these told for both classic and modern heroes. 

The comic book medium has been going strong for more 75 years, and over those decades hundreds, if not thousands, of superheroes have been introduced. Typically these origin stories have been seen across a variety of media by both passionate comic book fans and people who are just looking for a good tale. And just because a hero is successful doesn't mean that they got off to the best start with their origin stories, but when these tales are told right, they're the stuff of legend. Here are some of the most famous superheroes of all time ranked by how great and epic their origin stories are. 

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1. The X-Men

Of course, each individual X-Men has their own unique stories, but together the team's origin tale is a classic. As mutants, they were all born with their abilities rather than imbued with them by science, magic or aliens. Consequently, many of these people face mistrust and bigotry from the general population who view them as freaks of nature. However, despite their persecution, they still use their powers to protect the innocent. Brought together by Charles Xavier, the X-Men not only combat threats ranging from fanatical humans to fellow mutants, but their overall mission is to fight for the rights of their fellow mutants and usher in a world of acceptance and peace. So even though their overall story is based in a superhero world, it's memorable because their goals are similar to what many of us want to achieve in real life.

Seen On Screen: In Bryan Singer's initial X-Menforay, back in 2000.

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2. The Flash (Barry Allen)

In the 1950s, DC Comics decided to relaunch several of their most successful superheroes from the 1940s as new individuals. The Flash was the first to receive this treatment, being reintroduced in 1956 as forensic scientist Barry Allen. While working late in his lab one night, he was struck by lightning, which subsequently knocked him into shelf full of chemicals. After waking up, he discovered he could run at superhuman speeds, and donning the red and yellow costume that's become much more recognizable than his predecessor's, Barry became the new Flash and built a quite a supporting cast. Visually it's one of the best origins on this list, but it also has a distinct sci-fi feel to it that few DC hero origins had before it. Many non-comic book fans saw this origin told for the first time back in October on the CW series The Flash.

Seen On Screen: As mentioned, the best version of The Flash Can be seen each week on The CW.

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3. Green Lantern (Hal Jordan)

Green Lantern was the second DC hero to be revitalized during the Silver Age of comic books. This time around, test pilot Hal Jordan inherited a special ring after it was bequeathed to him by a dying alien named Abin Sur who had crash-landed on Earth. Unlike the magical ring that the Golden Age Green Lantern wore, Hal Jordan's ring was a product of science that allowed him to use his willpower to fly and make solid constructs with his mind. Inheriting Abin Sur's legacy, Hal became the new Green Lantern of Sector 2814, and the first human to ever join the Green Lantern Corps. Like The Flash, it's memorable for its sci-fi feel, but also to due to how this Green Lantern inherited his heroic legacy from a mysterious visitor (which would later be repeated with Kyle Rayner) whereas his predecessor Alan Scott just sort of stumbled upon his power.

Seen On Screen: In the flawed, but right now only, Green Lantern origin movie with Ryan Reynolds, which hit theaters in 2011.

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4. Iron Man

Although the location for Iron Man's origin has changed several times throughout the decades, the story itself has not. While demonstrating some of his creations abroad, Tony Stark was injured and taken captive by enemy soldiers. While in captivity, he was forced to build weapons for these terrorists, but with the help of scientist Ho Yinsen, he built a mechanical suit that allowed him to defeat his captors and escape to freedom. With a renewed perspective on life, Tony uses his new armor to protect the innocent as Iron Man. Not only is it one of best redemption origin stories and full of action as Tony escaped his imprisonment, it also showed that not everyone who becomes a superhero starts out as a moral individual. Sometimes takes a nudge (or in Tony's case nearly dying from shrapnel in your heart) to discover your true potential.

Seen On Screen: Stark's destiny was brought to life by Jon Favreau in 2008's Iron Man, with Robert Downey Jr. in the lead.

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5 Captain America

Captain America's origin story wouldn't work well as an anti-drug PSA, but it's an excellent story of trumping over the odds. Steve Rogerswanted to serve in World War II, but his scrawny body and ill health prevented him from enlisting. Fortunately for him, he was chosen as the test subject for Project Rebirth, and after being injected with the Super Soldier Serum, his body became the epitome of physical perfection. Soon after the scientist who created the serum was assassinated by a Nazi spy, leaving the serum's formula lost and making Steve the only one of his kind. He subsequently became Captain America to not only to help defeat the Axis forces, but to become one of the most well-known superheroes in the present-day after being frozen for decades. As mentioned earlier, it's memorable for featuring the little guy rising up to beat the odds, but it also helps that it was an important reflection of the era he was created in and even inspired good to defeat evil in real life.

"Ancestral secret recipe, Liu's braised meat, one spirit stone for one jar."
"The best flying sword transformed by an immortal, reluctantly part with the treasure, get it now before it's gone!"
"Secret cultivation law personally passed on by Daoist Master of Deity Stage for five thousand spirit stones!"
On the wide squares in the B3 Area, all kinds of people were running a variety of businesses. From the spiritual treasure and secret method down life's daily necessities. Everything was there. Enthusiastic merchants, passing pedestrians, and spectators waiting to see the even… All kinds of people especially lived up the previously empty area created by the Earth Immortals.
It had been three months since the opening of the City of Immortals and tens of millions of people had entered this dream city. Then, like seeds, they took root and germinated here, and then their branches and leaves flourished. The B3 Area was just a small miniature of that huge background.
Of course, for many people, this B3 Area was already vast enough to be worthwhile for them to spend their minds to explore.
"Little Mouse, have you found the three golden vine leaves?"
"The earliest one will arrive in the afternoon… okay, no need to hurry. I can't produce you the golden vine leaf even if you force me to death. Moreover, where do you want to find me the golden vine leaf in half a day?"
"Humph, don't forget you still need me to boil you the Eight Desolation Six Directions Soup. If you delay my matter, don't expect you would become an immortal cultivator for your entire life!"
"I-I know, you don't have to repeat it every day, you dead face. Why didn't I find that you are actually so wordy when we're still in the suburbs? Okay, I'm going out to clean some goods while you can take care of the house. Also, don't you think it's time for you to take a bath? Your smell stinks the entire house."
"Get lost!"
After escaping from that dark and damp semi-basement, the teenager took a long breath and felt fresh air filling his lungs again. He then made a flip and showed a cunning and clever smile.
He was exactly Shu Si, the teenager that was prompted by his impulse to enter the city three months ago.
After being rescued by Wang Lu, he lived in the City of Immortals. The residence in A17 Area provided enough daily supplies of necessities of life. The teenager who had been hungry for a meal in the outskirts of Plentiful City now had no worry about food and clothing. However, soon he found out that the outside was more interesting than eating and sleeping in the room.
There were immortal fates everywhere in the City of Immortals. Those high and mighty cultivators could be seen everywhere there, and with more density than that of Plentiful City. Shu Si had been fantasizing about being accepted as the last disciple by one of the immortals with noble character and high in prestige and embarked on the path of immortal cultivation.
However, after several days of wandering in the City of Immortals, he realized that his idea was simply too simple. At first, he failed to meet his immortal fate in Plentiful City, and now, it was as difficult as that in the City of Immortals. There were many immortals with good moral standing and reputation, but none of them were interested in him. The red-and-white-robed cultivator that he met on the first day was undoubtedly a good person, but he soon knew that the red-and-white-robed cultivator was very far from him and that they would probably never meet each other again in his life… Moreover, that person had quite a big reputation, but he also had a similarly big controversy; His personal enemies were everywhere. If he rashly said he had a relationship with him, he might be hurt.
Shu Si spent a few days in the City of Immortals looking for immortal fate to no avail. Instead, what he found was the amiability of the cultivators. Many cultivators were willing to deign to speak to an ordinary mortal like him, and their words were generally along the line of: "Get away, you stinky kid!", "Ordinary mortal should not get in the way, be careful you might get killed!", "Look where you walk!", "Hehe, there are a few souls left for my Ghost Staff, I wonder if you're interested to come and play with me?"
Perhaps he really should have accepted his fate long ago—he was not fortunate enough to be blessed with spirit root.
In desperation, Shu Si had to swallow his pride and find the nearest person to the immortal cultivation world—the dead face whom he sold his stolen goods to. Although the identity of the dead face was mysterious, he was undoubtedly a cultivator with magical spells. Shu Si found him and, after using the soft and hard method, finally got the dead face to point out a way: artificial spirit root.
If someone without spirit root wanted to cultivate to immortality, the only way was through artificial spirit root. Perhaps this was not popular in many top rank sects, but it was an indisputable fact that nowadays artificial spirit root was becoming more and more popular in Nine Regions. However, artificial spirit roots that were worthless to many cultivators were still too expensive and too rare for ordinary mortals.
Fortunately, the dead face happened to have the Eight Desolation Six Directions Soup that he happened to acquire recently. It was a middle-rank artificial spirit root, used to acquire middle to low-level spirit root. If the person was talented, that person could expect to reach Xudan Stage in his lifespan. And if that person happened to have a rare encounter, that person could even break through to Jindan Stage.
This soup was not cheap. At least for Shu Si, it was such a sky-high price that he could not hope to attain in his life. Fortunately, he also had a sky-high price prop—the compass used for looking for a person that Wang Lu gave him.
Although the compass had an extraordinary meaning for him, the teenager who grew up in the suburban alleys understood the truth about how to bend the rules. He mortgaged the compass to the dead face, and then promised to work for him and redeem the compass with his own wages. The dead face took a long time to consider it before finally decided to agree to him.
Sure enough, he did not misread that person. Although the dead face looked cold and indifferent, his heart was still quite good.
However, Shu Si, who was used to idling since childhood, had a difficult time to have a perseverance in a job. In the first few days, he was still diligent, busily attending the small shop of the dead face. After several days, however, he began to slack off in his job.
For example, right now he was supposed to go to the marketplace of the B3 Area to sweep up some goods, which was to take some advantages. However, he quickly went to the central signboard to watch the broadcast.
This was also one of the important entertainment activities of many residents of the City of Immortals in recent months.
"Today it is supposed to show the relationship between Zheng Shiliu[1] and his lover… Zheng Shiliu's show is the most exciting show in recent days, it would be a pity if you miss it."
While talking about it, Shu Si sat down under a tree in the square and then looked up at the signboard.
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"If you don't believe it, I'll tell you a joke about the new year's greetings of the Western Continent people and you'll know what's going on."
"I really don't believe it! Tell me, what exactly is going on!"
In the middle of the square, the huge signboard that originally showed the words B3 Area was now replaced with the magical spell of water curtain projection. Shown in that water curtain, hundreds of performers in plain robes performed a show called group of comic monologues.
This group of comic monologues had been performing continuously for two months, day and night.
In these two months, the number of comic monologue comedians who appeared on the stage was more than thirty thousand. All of them were unsuccessful performers collected by Wang Lu from all parts of Nine Regions in the shortest time with the help of the Union of Ten Thousand Immortals. Most of these people used to live on the poverty line, but now they had the privilege of participating in the opening ceremony of the grand competition. There were fifty groups of these performers, each consisted of around six to seven hundred people, which would perform on the stage on rotation with a complete rotation took about three days. Thus, for these performers, the work intensity was not difficult to maintain.
The group of comic monologues show itself was very boring. It was full of educational significance but without any laughter, it was more like a torture than a comedy. However, apart from the group of comic monologues itself, the stories that reflected the life of the performers were particularly attractive.
It stood to reason that this kind of performances that lacked originality and no sincerity would soon be strongly resisted by the audience. However, with Wang Lu's artistic touch, he transformed the super boring group of comic monologues into a super popular show.
Every time a group of comedians came on stage, countless pictures emerged to show bits and pieces of their lives, and one of them would be highlighted. In the first round, it was Old Zhang who enjoyed this key treatment. He was followed by a simple-hearted and reserved young man.
This young man's story was different from Old Zhang. He was not a group of comic monologue, it was his younger brother. His younger brother was talented enough that he could make people laugh whenever he opened his mouth. Unfortunately, heaven is jealous of heroic geniuses[2]. His younger brother died of acute illness at the age of twenty. The biggest regret when he died was that he loved doing comic monologue so much, but his fledgling career had already ended. From then on, he would never hear the laughter of the audience, nor see their sincere smiling faces, and moreover, he still had a lot of ideas and topics for the comic monologue. He had created many of them, but he could no longer show it to everyone.
Later, the young man buried his younger brother, sold his family property and then began to study to become a comic monologue. Although it was far less effective since he didn't have his younger brother's talent, he persisted, hoping that one day he would personally tell these stories to the world and continued to live in the place of his younger brother.
The young man who lived in the shadow of his younger brother received many people's sympathy. Although he was simple-hearted, his eloquence was average. He had a handsome face but melancholic eyes. Moreover, the feelings between him and his younger brother were sincere, especially the intimate fragments of their lives—for example, they used to rub each other's back and huddled together to warm themselves under the rustling of cold wind… This even made countless female audiences go crazy. And the audience rating for that batch of group of comic monologue was also quite good.
A story like this had been continuously emerging one after another in these two months, and their form was also rapidly evolving.
At first, the show simply played a clip of a person's life. Later, it was found out that some complicated stories were difficult to explain in just an hour. Thus, a serial form was born. If a story wasn't able to be played out till the end in one round, then it would be continued once that batch performed again three days later. This provided a more abundant space for the performance of the story, hence there were more bizarre stories with twists and turns...
Gradually, the group comic monologue became popular in the City of Immortals. No matter which area, the most important method for people to entertain themselves was to look up at the signboards and watch the stories of those performers in the group of comic monologue.
The story for the current batch was about Zheng Shiliu, which was also the most popular story in recent days.
[1] (Zheng Sixteen)
[2] (Those whom the God loves die young)


In the year 4223, the Spirit Sword Sect was established in the Nine Regions. For thousands of years, it has always been committed to producing first class talented immortal cultivators.

Nowadays, it is among the five great sects within the Union of Ten Thousand Immortals. The sect leader, Daoist Master Feng Yin, is one of the seven great elders of the Union Of Ten Thousand Immortals; his cultivation shocked the world. 

Spirit Sword Sect adhered to subjects of peace and development. The sect’s core values are seeking the truth, seeking the good, and seeking the loyalty. To further expand the power of the sect and to add fresh blood, all elites and geniuses are invited to attend the Immortal Gathering.

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Release Rate: 5 Chapters/Week; will be released on Mon, Wed, Fri and Weekend; 

I have been awed by the mystery and the powers of the elements since I was a kid. I think I ought to give credit to all the anime cartoons that was available in our time, especially when it dominated the Philippine Primetime shows in the 90's. I also caught the Funny Komiks fever which is actually quite an integral part of my childhood as I've learned to read and associate the words just by looking at the pictures – all by myself and with my twin brother, KC. This culture pushed me to draw pictures and cartoon characters that led for me to be creative, ultimately finding out that I can make and invent stories of my own. 

As my skill advanced from the traditional stick figures, I needed a challenge and by the age of eight, I have started to make my own stories loosely based on the arena-type battles such as Dragonball Z, Pokemon, and Flame of Recca. We don't have much money then so we have to improvise to hone our craft. After the end of our school year, my twin brother and I used to pull the spring from my notebook and compile all the empty leaves to stitch 'em up together to form a thick notebook to make my cartoon stories – my very own comic book. We have made tons of it, usually strips of stories that ranged from ten to twenty pages at most, but by the end of my first year in highschool I finished a full length comic book story called "Pyrobot" – a robot created to protect the Earth similar to Combatron and Megaman. But this didn't make me happy though. The plot of the story is quite juvenile then, so I plotted a story – a serious one that touches topics of mystery and gives tales of adventures made by an entirely different civilization. That's when I conceptualized "The Omegatribe", which is the book's original title eleven years ago. I tried to plan it to fruition but then school made me extremely busy, it forced me to just put a pin on that project. 

Graduation came fast which made me happy for a bit thinking I could start the project in hiatus but lo and behold, college revealed to be my enemy too. I tried drawing slides and planned to color it in the computer by scanning it and rendering it on Photoshop but all was in vain as this takes too long a time to continue. This project is going down the drain and I could feel the urge of giving up but luckily, God has given me a window. He led me to our college publication, The Business Access Magazine, and this gave me the necessary foundation to make me adept in putting my thoughts into words. After gaining my bachelor's degree in Management at the Pamantasan ng Lungsod ng Maynila, I finally vowed to finish the story I started on 2003 and turn this comic book into a novel instead. On January 2009, I started to write it all up. It's quite hard at first as I have been writing it while taking another degree in accountancy at the University of the East. Also, the challenge is the research and plotting the story to make it complete. This ate time that it took three years for me to finish it and another year and a half to revisit the story: to create a time table, assign the time frame, and identify the lunar faces on each chapter. I have finished writing it on the same time I passed the board last year on May 2013. I have to thank God for this miracle as I couldn't have done it without his blessing, guidance, and inspiration. It's quite a challenging adventure, one that I am really thankful to experience.

When Bathala created the world, He made sure that the Earth will be safe from the Mortals: the Men and Women of the Earth. Their potential for evil has saddened Him deeply. He has to go away to create Paraiso but He needs to protect them from destroying themselves.

To make sure that life will prosper on Earth, He has blessed three righteous tribes and mandated them to protect the Fountain of Life from being corrupted. The Fountain seeds green life on Earth. Without the fountain, life will cease to exist.

The three tribes that are led by Nagozul, Yagisiv Haya, and Daomagar, left their villages and created their dominion on Bathala's three islands collectively known as The Holy Lands. Their purpose: "Protect the Fountain of Life at all costs." They have been true in following their holy edict and have proven themselves to become the Holy Sentinels of the Lands of Bathala. They have maintained the secrecy and the anonymity of the Holy Lands with perfection as life continued on Earth.

Tens of thousands of years later, the Kingdom of Nagozul has now grown arrogant and has disobeyed Bathala's mandate. An impending doom now shrouds the Holy Lands. Extinction of the mortal race is upon them and the fate of the world is at stake. It is up to the brave Holy Sentinels, the young Princes of Nagozul, to complete the mission and save the souls that are inhabiting the islands of God.

Hi, I'm the author I just wanted to say thank you for reading my story this is my first comic if you even consider this a comic. When I was younger I loved writing stories not this type but they were still stories. I am trying to get back into writing. I am a female and I support the lgbtq ⚧ community(I don't know what that emoji means but it popped up so I used it).  I just wanted to say that you can achieve many things and yeah this random but thanks for reading it at all and thanks for reading the whole thing, if you made it this far then create your own I had my doubts about it and stuff but hey... I did it and your reading so.. i know that you'll eventually be able to right something or at-least come up with something.  I know I already said this but this was earlier in the story so can you please write a review so that I'll know how I'm doing and if I should continue. ✌️THANKSSSS have a good day😁. 

Since the old woman was in the hospital for her treatment, she rented the whole room to the agent. The agent, who was around thirty, was not a local, and following the company's requirement, he wore a white formal shirt every day. He was polite and kind.
However, that was hiding a broken man. He was an unlucky man. No matter what he did, he would fail for some reason. Other than that, weird things kept happening to him like having nightmares that his wife had been chopped up and shoved into drawers. It would haunt him for the whole night, and then he woke up in the morning, realizing he did not even have a girlfriend.
When he left home, the sun was shining, but the moment he stepped out, it started to pour. His shirt was soaked, and he decided to stop at the nearby shop to have breakfast. After breakfast, he realized that he had left his wallet at home. This meant that he could not call for a taxi. He walked to the company and was scolded by his boss for being late. He lost the client because he was late to the appointment, and when he returned home, he realized that a burglar had broken into his home.
Such a day of tragedy was an everyday occurrence for the man. However, compared to these things, the real despairing event was the realization that his own house was haunted!
He stayed in the old house alone, and whenever he wanted to relax at night by watching the television, before the punchline, someone would laugh behind him. There were many similar things. In the middle of his shower, someone would pass him the shampoo, and when he was trapped on the toilet without paper, the toilet paper would roll in on its own.
He had once been a firm non-believer, but the many things he had experienced inside the house changed his worldview. To prove that he did not suffer from a mental illness, he bought a camera and started to record his own home. One week later, he realized that there was indeed a ghost inside the home, and it was hiding inside the drawers!
The agent used wooden planks to seal up all the drawers and dressers, and the ghost stopped appearing. However, his bad luck seemed to worsen. About one month later, he was fired from his job, and on his way home, he died in a car accident.
After he died, the agent realized that a malicious ghost had been following him, and it was the spirits inside the home who had been helping him. After he sealed up the drawers and dressers, the malicious ghost had stopped being affected by the spirits, and it eventually took the agent's life.
The main character of the fourth story was the old landlady. The tenants who rented her place had all died from accidents. Her heart was wrought by guilt, thinking this was all her fault. Slowly, the old lady's mind twisted. She had this feeling her own son and the two tenants had not left the room and had stayed to accompany her.
She asked the neighbors, but those who knew about the home's past gave her a wide berth. They thought that she was a tragic woman. Some even moved away like the old lady would curse them. The tenants in the building slowly decreased, and the old lady retreated into herself.
Slowly, there were rumors that the old residential area was haunted, and the old lady was equated to the source of these stories. Everyone stayed away from her, and no one wanted to interact with her.
This went on for a long time until the old lady met a poor artist under the bridge. The man's face was wounded like he had just been in a physical altercation. The old woman pitied him and asked the artist to draw a portrait of her dead son.
Initially, she just wanted to find a reason to give the artist some money so that he could eat, but the finished portrait was not just similar to her son—he managed to capture his presence, aura, and gaze. The old lady treasured the portrait and hung it in her house.
To her surprise, there was someone who came to ask her about the rental the next day, and the newest tenant was the artist. The artist was surprised that the landlord was the old lady. He went through the old residential area and found the cheapest room.
Life was constructed by many coincidences. The artist found his first fan in his life, and the old woman found someone who was not afraid of her and wished to talk to her. The artist became the home's latest tenant. The old lady took the rental from him in a symbolic manner. She treated the artist like her own son, and her favorite thing to do was talk about his dreams and wishes.
One month later, the old lady found something weird about the artist. He would converse with his drawings, and every night at midnight, there would be weird noises coming from his room.
During the third month, the old lady finally followed her curiosity and sneaked into his room when the artist was out. In the end, inside the artist's drawer, she found a homemade comic made from a sketchbook. It had four stories.
The creepy drawing style and scary stories brought the characters to life, and the most surprising detail was that the first three stories matched the old lady's son, the English teacher, and real estate agent perfectly.
The more she read, the more afraid she became. Then she turned to the fourth story. To her surprise, she was the main character of the story, and it was telling the events that happened after she met the artist. The fourth story ended there, and it was the last story.
The fifth story was very short—it felt more like an epilogue. The main character was a comic artist. He did not look extraordinary. He was just like a normal middle-aged man.
The comic introduced his daily life. He woke up at 5:20 am and gave himself a pep-talk in the mirror. Then he started working. He would work until 8:20 am. He arranged his draft and personally went to Jiujiang's local publisher to recommend his story to the editor.
Alas, a month's hard work was denied in less than fifteen minutes. He left the office like a walking dead. He held the draft and sat by the road. He looked at the cars that zoomed past him and only returned home when the sky was dark.
He walked through the busy city and into the darkened staircase. He pushed the door open to Room 304.
The warm light fell on his body. The landlady cooked him dinner and said that she had seen the painting that he drew that morning. She told him it was a masterpiece. The artist could not remember how many times he had been rejected already. He apologized to the old lady and promised he would not pick up the paint brush again.
He hid himself in his room and locked the door. Hugging his knees, he curled up in the corner of the room. He looked at the drawer full of rejection letters and buried his head in his chest.
He had failed once more. He crumbled the rejected script into a ball and tossed it inside the dustbin. He kept complaining, saying that he had no talent, and decided to give up everything. He would jump from the building before he continued drawing. He talked to himself until midnight, and the tired artist fell asleep on the mat.
The lights in the room flickered before going out completely.
The draft in the trashcan floated out on its own, and it flattened itself out. It was placed carefully into the box under the bookshelf, and the table was carefully arranged to a tidy state.
The last panel of the comic was black and white. In the small room, the artist was already asleep, but there were several 'people' floating around him.
The first was a thin man; he used his remaining right hand to cover the artist with a blanket, grumbling how worrisome the man was. Beside him was a woman whose body seemed like it was going to collapse anytime soon. The woman's beautiful face was locked in a deep frown. She carefully taped the torn drafts together.
On the other side of the table was a man in a black shirt. He was using a pen to correct and edit the comic artist's draft.
The night passed by just like that. At 5:20 am the next morning, the alarm rang punctually, and the comic artist woke up from his dream. He turned off the alarm and looked at himself in the mirror. He smiled and gave him the daily pep talk. "A new day has begun. Give it your best shot! At least you're alive. One day you'll make it!"


The hearse with the weird odor slowed to a stop before the entrance. The sound of pebbles could be heard bouncing on the ceiling. There were footsteps coming from the corridor, and there seemed to be someone sawing next door. The door knob to the room rattled slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom kept dripping even though it had been screwed shut. There was a rubber ball that rolled on its own underneath the bed. Wet footsteps started to surface one after another on the floor. 
At 3 am, Chen Ge held a cleaver in his hand as he hid beside the room heater. The call he was trying to make was finally answered. "Landlord, is this what you meant by 'the house can be a little crowded at night'‽"

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