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.

Pusheen is a female cartoon cat who is the subject of codmic strips and sticker sets on Facebook. Pusheen was created in 2010 by Claire Belton and Andrew Duff for a comic strip on their website, Everyday Cute.

On the official Pusheen website Pusheen is described as being a female domestic shorthair which is grey and tabby. The original comic strip series included characters modeled after Belton, Duff, their dog named Care, and Pusheen, a chubby grey tabby cat based on Belton's cat that now lives with her parents in Oregon. Pusheen's name stems from the word puisín, which means kitten in Irish. Pusheen is sometimes seen with her sister, Stormy. Occasionally Pusheen and Stormy are drawn in different themes, such as Pusheenasarus Rex, where Pusheen is a dinosaur and Stormy is in a dinosaur egg.

Pusheen has become well known for appearing in Sticker sets on Facebook, which are images that can be attached to personal messages or comments. The feature, including a set of Pusheen stickers, was introduced to iOS in April 2013, and added to the main website in July of the same year. In an article for PC Magazine on emoji and unicode, Sascha Segan referred to Pusheen as Facebook's "proprietary emoji", being used as a form of Vendor lock-in.

In April 2017, the Pusheen Corporation acquired office space in the Park Ridge suburb of Chicago. The offices are used as a workspace for artists and photographers.

Pusheen is an example of the popularity of Cat's on the internet. An exhibition at the New York City Museum of the moving image examined the phenomenon, highlighting Pusheen alongside other celebrity cats such as Grumpy cat and Oil Bub. The Facebook page for Pusheen has over 9.4 million fans as of July 2017. The brand has expanded with merchandise including an app. Pusheen has expanded and moved beyond just Facebook and now takes part in multiple social media platforms such as: Instagram, Pinterest, and Twitter. This cartoon cat also has many fan pages within the platforms and blogs dedicated to celebrating the comic. Its popularity has even allowed the Pusheen Corp to create an app that is an expansion of their sticker collection that started on Facebook. Within each social media account that is officially owned by the creators of Pusheen the cat has gained over a million followers and counting. Due to this rise in popularity the company has started releasing GIFs on their website several times a month.

The Pusheen corporation started selling Pusheen merchandise after the popularity of the cat took off in July 2010. The first Pusheen merchandising was sold on the Everyday Cute website as a charm keychain, and necklace. From there the Merchandising expanded and now Pusheen Corp have teamed up with many brands to create and sell merchandise in stores such as Barnes & Noble, Hot Topic, and Petco. They have even expanded their merchandising to the website Hey Chickadee with merchandise collections dedicated to the cartoon cat, which range from plush toys by manufacturer Gund, clothing, accessories, knick-knacks, and much more. They even have a quarterly subscription box (which is a popular trend within online shopping) that is filled with Pusheen Products.

Thanks Wikipedia <3
~Jay

On a dark night where even the stars do not shine in the dark sky, a person was observing a book, a comic strip belonging to the old world, its vivid colors and its hand-drawn images, an article worthy of being called a relic of ancient and prosperous times, the young man was lying in his bed with a flashlight watching the drawings, the young man had his body covered by an armor, This armor was dark color, either because of the poor visibility or the age of the armor, the armor had a distinctive sign on the back of the group that the young man belonged and honored, his hair rested on his shoulders, long and not very careful very remarkable to the naked eye of the color of the mud, his eyes one of red color and the other green were also very distinctive, bearing several scars on his face, reminder of the many battles passed, the seemed very entertaining and at the same time focused , almost as if in a trance it was, The young man was about to turn to the next page of the book until suddenly a female voice was heard in the night, shouting a name is entered the room and scream again.

"SHELL!" (Unknown girl)

The young man, of a fright, fell to the ground tearing the page that was between his fingers causing that this one shouted of grief cursing to the lady that had entered the room.

"But what's your fucking problem, Amiya!?" (Shell)

The lady who had entered the room was a soldier of higher rank and also of level 283, her long golden hair almost reaching her waist, her body worthy of being admired by all men and envied by all women as if it were a princess, but the reality was crueler than it seemed.

he really did not feel a bit of attraction to such a person, so his response was very common and with a certain tone of anger.

"It's you, again, what do you want Amiya, not once I'm on a very important issue?" (Shell)

Shell again observed his comic strip already broken and with tears in his eyes he said.

"It was a very good story, is that you can not have a little more careful when you enter the private space of other people?" (Shell)

Amiya walked to Shell and took the comic strip breaking the page that was still on his hand and threw the remains to the floor, then proceeded to take Shell from the neck of the armor and dragged him out of the room and on the way began to explain the situation and the new instructions.

"Maybe, if you dedicate yourself to be a soldier of your rank and your level, maybe you could take it into account but knowing that it's you, I do not have to be careful now listen, the situation changed and these are the new instructions given by the general."(Amiya)

Shell, is a soldier of lower rank, but even so that did not prevent him from reaching level 684, his first time carrying a weapon at age 14 and killing his first infected, considering him the youngest soldier of recent times and also his achievements on the battlefield, but despite that his vague and uninterested personality is the negative of him, in addition to the little affection he feels towards his companions, who nicknamed Shell (lone wolf), considering him a person who only seeks his own benefit at the expense of others, but even so his mind once again came back to reality and he raised his head to ask.

"You said the general has new instructions, what are they about?" (Shell)

Amiya simply shook her head from side to side as she dragged Shell down the long corridor in which there were some soldiers, some of whom also heard some comments.

"Shell again did something wrong?" (Male soldiers)
"What did that idiot do now?" (Female soldier

Most of the comments were out of curiosity because Shell was known to make mistakes and cause problems wherever it was at the base until Amiya responded to Shell's question.

"It's about the" Exodus "operation, according to what the general told me is that they require a perimeter recognition and protection team and you were appointed the head of the security team division." (Amiya)

Shell seemed unconvinced of such a thing, despite being called "Lonely Wolf" most of the high ranks in the base considered it an extremely important resource to be left out of such a matter so this fact alone made Shell mistrustful of his words which made his curiosity come to light.

"It's a joke, right?" (Shell)

Amiya quickly understood the concern of Shell, that despite being a minor soldier but at the same time he was unique with more experience in fast entries and extermination of creatures, so she decided to answer him with the truth.

"Look, I do not know what the general idea is but I know that the woman is looking for the best for everyone, considering that you work better alone than in a group this time, I think a group would be the best way to confirm that the world on the other side of the portal be sure, the plan is simple you and 6 others will enter as a group of aggressive infantry, any being that presents a threat should be exterminated and a fast outpost should be established and then drones will be released to observe The world that awaits us on the other side, if everything goes well, it is more likely that by the end of this year we will be able to leave this planet and leave."(Amiya)

Although Amiya's words sounded sincere, these were not true, the main command would surely look for a group that was easy to send and not surprising and would probably only be soldiers from lower ranks, or as Shell likes to call them (Extra change) as that he was referring to this were soldiers who were obedient and did what they were told without refusing.

"Hm understand, then let me go prepare my weapons, just drop me here." (Shell)

Amiya ascended with her head releasing Shell and he stood up stretching his body turning his head towards Amiya saying to her.

"In 30 minutes we will see each other in the command room, I will receive the orders and I will leave immediately if it is true what you say I hope the new world will be more gentle than this one." (Shell)

Amiya accented her head again and went to the control room but in the head of Shell was still around the doubts.

"If they think that they can send me to a hostile world and expect me to die, they are very wrong ... very, very wrong." (Shell)

After several minutes of walking down the hall Shell arrives at his personal weapons room and next to the doors there was a retina scanner this system was perfect to prevent other novices from trying to steal weapons and other equipment, although Shell never annoying such things.

"Well, I better prepare the trip, it will be long and it may only be one way, so I do not need to leave anything." (Shell)

In 2012, humans discovered magic, in 2030 humans managed to unite magic and technology, but 5 years later the world was plunged into chaos, an intelligent virus was created using dark magic and nano-technology and so on. the end of the humans began, after long years of struggle finally in the year 2092 the humans reached their critical point, their world no longer belonged to them and they looked for hope in a new world where to start again, our protagonist will be stranded in a new world where magic is less than what existed on earth and inferior technology.

"Charlie, have you gone sightseeing around the city yet?"

"Nope, I haven't had much time to…"

"Truly pitiful. It's your first time in the City of Tourism yet you haven't toured at all."

He pat my shoulder,

"Let's go."

"...Where are we going?"

"Where else? To the strip—"

My face turned dark and I punched his shoulder.

"Ack, I'm obviously joking!!"

He massaged his shoulder as I glared at him. 

"I am still underage."

"God damn, I forgot you're still underage. You're like a baby. So young. Too young, come here to uncle."

What's with this pedophile?

I raised my fist threateningly, with a smile, "You're a different person in real life."

He laughed, "I actually am how I am while streaming, I just don't know why I'm feeling active like this right now."

Eh? Did he take the wrong medicine today? Had too much coffee?

I stared at him as he explained his current behavior that he has never displayed before.

…

…

…

"So are we heading to the strip cl—"

He reminded me of his self named great idea.

"...Rykun."

My face blackened as I stared at him, thinking his mental age and physical age do not correlate at all.

He laughed nervously as I raised my fist again,

"Charlie charlie!" He waved his hands frantically, "I'm joking man! I've never even been to a strip club before."

"You think I care if you've been to one?" 

He laughed, "Anyways, there's actually a comic convention right now in Petra. Want to go? I heard there will be some pretty cool events and some actors for movies will be there."

Oh, what timing.

"...Rykun, I don't read comics."

"Ah, no problem, I don't either. Have you watched the movies, though?"

"Nope."

I can't remember which comics have passed through. I do remember it was either in between DC or Marvel.

He looked at me very offended.

"I forgot how uncultured you are. Let's go, then."

He called up a cab and in no time we were heading off towards the comic con.

In the car, he took a picture of us and posted it on his Twitter with the caption: We're excited to go to ComicCon!

"Really? We're excited?"

I stared seriously at the picture: my emotionless face staring at the camera while Rykun had a very happy smile in his face.

He laughed and pat my shoulder.

"Are you trying to get a fan meet-up in the comic con?"

He showed his pearly whites, "Yes. Let's meet some fans!"

…

With the distance closing to the convention hub, I saw exactly what I imagined. People dressed in costumes, very interesting costumes, hanging out with each other, and waiting for the event to start.

My heart began beating in anticipation as I noticed the rivers of people in the huge hall.

Hah, I underestimated the scale of this event. At first, I was hesitant to come here but now I just know that it's an easy achievement points farm.

I made a mental note to gift Rykun something for the grand service he's done to me.

Rykun was holding his vlogging stick and slapped my hand excitedly with the other hand while staring somewhere off over the ocean of people,

"Look, look! It's the actor for the freakin' Spiderman!"

I nodded my head. Marvel crossed over, then. Seeing as the comics for Marvel had a wide range, I could probably take a job up for acting in that side of the movies in the future.

He slapped my hand again, "Dude have you played Mortal Kombat?"

"I've heard of it."

He pointed towards a specific point, "I didn't freaking know Mortal Kombat was part of Comic-con!"

I nodded with raised eyebrows at the costumes all around us. They were very well done.

As we walked slowly and I looked very curiously at everyone, I heard a very familiar sound.

"Snap!"

"Click!"

I turned my eyes towards the source and saw people fanatically staring at us.

"So… you wanted a fan-meet?"

I stared at Rykun.

He took back the vlogging stick and turned off the recording to not awkwardly speak to people while holding a pole.

He presented a wide smile and waved at the people as they enthusiastically waved at us and came over.

"Uh, hello." They all presented themselves very shakily.

Underneath Rykun's confident exterior, I noticed his legs tremble very slightly so.

He's a shy person.

"Hey, how are you guys?"

I asked and saw Rykun's nervousness deflate. It's easier for him to stream to thousands of people worldwide, but seeing them in real life makes him very nervous.

It's very normal. All of a sudden, his fans from his virtual world suddenly are getting to know the real and physical him. He is wanting to make sure he doesn't break the image they have of him.

"We're good thank you very much." They said very shakily.

Seeing how nervous they were, I applied Blake's teachings and began leading the conversation, letting the picture flow.

Soon enough, people noticed our presence and more began to swarm over to us.

I greeted them all with a charming smile. My performance today determines my achievement points.

"I didn't know you liked Comics Charlie!"

People at the convention were startled to see me. Rykun answered for me,

"He actually hasn't watched any movies or read any of the comics. I had to drag him here, look at him. So uncultured."

As he spoke, he gained more and more confidence and even patted my shoulder to annoy me.

"Rykun," I turned to stare at him in mock wrath, "You'll be the first person I kill every time I'm an impostor."

The crowd laughed with excited smiles understanding the reference and we began taking pictures with them.

"AMONG US!"

Rykun yelled like a crackhead and stared at people coming in with Among Us costumes. I thought this was a Comic Convention and not halloween?

Putting up an act, I grabbed his arm and shushed him.

"Rykun, don't disturb the others."

He went along with my joke and acted as my little brother.

"But Charlie…"

"No buts or I'll tell Yvette."

Perhaps I'll have to record myself every time I do something like this just to put in a highlight vlog video. 

All just for Achievement points...

…

After taking selfies for a while, the organizers finally appeared and thanked us all for coming here. 

Some people thought I'd be a presenter or something; a flattering thought, but I acted like just another person hanging out at the convention.

I looked around and nodded appreciatively at the great costumes people had. Time and effort were not lacking whatsoever.

Maybe one day I'll be an actor for some of the characters whom people are wearing costumes of.

Seeing as there's already an actor for Spiderman, maybe I could be…

Definitely not Thor… and Iron Man does not suit me…

Haha, get it? Suit me. Iron Man. Suit. Haha. I rubbed my feet against the slippery floor, knowing how unfunny the joke was.

Still… Seeing as how comic movies are starting to quickly gain popularity, I have to get acting experience quickly. I wouldn't want to be rejected or not even given a chance for not being in the acting industry. 

Hopefully, I do not need to be a white American to fit the appearances of some of the major characters.

I shook my head out of my thoughts and started walking around looking at the organized and decorated building with great interest. 

Along the way, I bumped into a few fans every so often while I explored the place.

Exploring isn't good enough though. I need to somehow make sure I'll be able to have a connection to future movies.

I walked through mobs of people towards where I had seen the Spiderman stand earlier.

He was still there, signing autographs, taking pictures, and acting the hyperactive and funny character out.

Queueing up in line, I waited patiently with a smile as I waited to greet the red and blue superhero.

Sooner than later, I was finally at the front of the line.

"Heyy dude! What's your name?"

What a pleasant guy.

I waved with a smile and introduced myself to the superhero.

"Could we take a picture?"

He smiled and I walked next to him to take the selfie. Not bothering to take a good picture, I took it immediately and nodded at him in good humor.

"So how is it being a superhero?"

If he loves acting then he'll be excited to play his role out. If he doesn't then it'll be hard for me to make any sort of connection.

The guy's previous dull look brightened. I guess he really likes acting.

Today is my lucky day.

"Hah, dude. I get to save people and be awesome while at it!" He rubbed his chin a little and then continued, "But it's also because I believe that with great power comes great responsibility!" He finished grandiosely albeit with projected teenage immaturity.

I smiled and clapped lightly at his remark.

"Am I really speaking to the real Spiderman, th—?"

Before I could finish, he interrupted excitedly.

"Of course I'm the real Spiderman! I'm Peter P...Puh Parkinsons... Bah, don't you see it? The suit? The…"

And he kept blabbering and blabbering.

Alright, I'm not sure if I want to speak to this guy anymore.

I stared at him with a sweatdrop as he got way too into character and was possessed by the spirit of Peter Parker.

He noticed my weird stare and he coughed lightly.

"So uh… yeah. You want to be a superhero too?"

He coughed into his elbow again trying to get rid of his shameful disposition.

Pretending to have seen nothing, I presented a bright expression.

"Yes, yes," I went closer and planted my hands on his shoulders.

He puffed his chest proudly and patted my shoulder.

"Then you'll be a great superhero!"

I stepped away and our improvised tacit act came to an end.

He wiped his eyebrow with a bright look in his eyes. Probably the most fun he's had today, considering everything he's been doing is signing autographs and taking pictures.

"So Charlie, eh?"

"That is me, Spider."

He grinned, "You like acting?"

Of course, he's in a good mood now.

"Huu— Yeah, I enjoy acting."

Ever since Charlotte confessed that she really, really enjoyed acting, I'd taken a duty to help her practice her lines.

I'd gotten a little more practicality with Acting.

Besides, I more or less have to act while Modeling and Streaming.

"If you put some work into it, you'd get pretty good. Hey, wouldn't it be cool if you actually got into one of the future movies with us?"

He laughed and encouraged me, in his thoughts he probably thought there was a really slim chance of me getting there. Can't blame him though, he thinks I'm just another dude without the backing of a transnational agency.

"Future movies?" I inquired.

With a red face, he blocked his mouth and began cursing.

"No, nothing. Yes. Future movies. Maybe."

I looked at his face. He panicked and then found that he had no reason to panic at all. Maybe I truly am speaking to the real Peter Parker.

I nodded with a raised eyebrow.

"I see."

I saw Spiderman looking to the left and I followed his gaze.

Up in front of us was a guy holding a camera, probably vlogging the Comic-Con. He was staring at us with a fervent gaze and approached us quickly.

He's probably thinking of the number of views he's about to get.

"Tom Peterson, Charlie Yang, it is an honor to meet you both."

I stared at his outstretched hand and took it with a smile.

Noticing his inexperience, I'm assuming he's either just recording this for memories or is a newbie vlogger.

Seeing as how he was talking to the camera by himself earlier, I'm going to assume it's the latter.

He then shook Tom Peterson's hand as he looked at me with a scrutinizing gaze, probably wondering why the guy shook my hand first and why he knew my name.

I raised my hands with an unknowing gesture. 

I don't know either man. Maybe he feels more familiar with Youtubers and Streamers.

"Are you friends with Tom Peterson?" He wiped his face. "There just seems to be no short amount of people that you know."

For a second, I did not know what to think of his question and remark, nor what to respond. He seems a little like a paparazzi.

"Ah, haha. I'm just a fan of Tom Peterson," 

[DING! Lying has gained 10 points.]

Ignoring the system I saw both of them nod heavily. One probably thinking: Damn right, I'm awesome; and the other one thinking: How do I get the most amount of views out of this?

His eyes brightened dramatically.

"Charlie. Are you going to be in the next movie of Spiderman?!"

He practically yelled.

The others turned to look at us quickly and intensely.

And where the hell did he pull this out from? Sigh. Now he can clickbait his title… What a sneaky guy.

I stared at him with wide eyes,

"Haha… I sure wish I could…"

"Tom Peterson, could I get a confirmation?"

He spoke like a true paparazzi.

"Haha… I'm not sure…" Suddenly, he changed his mind. Still annoyed that he hadn't known I seemed to be relatively known and spoke to him like a casual fan, he smirked in preparation of what he was about to do.

"You know what, yeah. Cat is out of the bag now. Yep. He's going to be in the next mo—"

I covered his mouth quickly.

Though this made me seem a little more suspicious, I did not care. Not only might both of us get in trouble, him especially, but that was also incredibly random as well. 

Either way, it might end up helping me so I don't mind as much.

The vlogger with the camera interviewing us smiled as if what he had come for was finally given to him.

A clickbait worthy video!

Charlie Yang is suddenly pushed into a new unfamiliar yet familiar world with the memories of his alternate self! 

With a power no one else has, technology to be discovered, and famous works not existing in this new world, how will Charlie reach the stars? 

Rising through heartbreak, join Charlie as he and his Achievement System achieve greatness!

1-2 chapters daily. Will increase in the future.

Chapters are around 1,500 words in length.

Discord code: rvVt3sB3vn

Cover credits: @ksb_x4

Please contact me if you wish for the cover to be removed.

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?

　　The next day, Chu Yu asked for leave and came to the Xuangui Comics Club alone.
　　Inside Xuangui Comics Club, Li Xi has been waiting for a long time. As usual, wearing ol professional attire, the whole person looks capable and energetic.
　　As soon as Chu Yu walked into Xuangui Comics Company, he found Li Xi's office in a familiar way.
　　"Please sit down!" Li Xi said after seeing Chu Yu.
　　After getting up and pouring a cup of hot tea for Chu Yu, he closed the door by the way, and the whole room was in an airtight environment.
　　"Presumably, there is no need for me to say anything. Just yesterday, at the serialization meeting of the Xuangui Comics Club, your work Natsume Friends Account and another work Qianxing Mijing were selected by the editor-in-chief Deng He, plus another Three of the excellent works in the second-level journals of Bu Xuangui will be serialized in the current issue of
　　Shuiyuan in three weeks !" "Three weeks later?" Chu Yu's eyes narrowed.
　　Before coming, Chu Yu naturally knew about the fact that his work could pass the serialization meeting smoothly.
　　However, he did not expect that Xuangui's efficiency was so high. Only yesterday, he decided which works could be published on the Water's Edge, and the next day he immediately set the publication date of the works.
　　"This is the contract signed. If there is no problem, I will print it out and complete the contract." Li Xi placed a laptop in front of Chu Yu.
　　Entry is a long contract.
　　Fortunately, after the Song Jiayu incident and after dealing with cuttlefish, Chu Yu has a much stronger awareness of the relevant laws. Although he does not say that he is proficient in the laws of the Dragon Kingdom, he at least understands the relevant cases of contract fraud in the comics industry. Over.
　　He can see the pitfalls in the general contract.
　　Of course, for Li Xi, Su Lu's good friend, Chu Yu still has a certain degree of trust in him, but he must be defensive, so this contract...Chu Yu takes it very seriously.
　　Finally, after changing three cups of tea in front of Li Xi, Chu Yu finally looked away from the electronic contract.
　　I breathed a sigh of relief in my heart.
　　In general, this contract is quite satisfactory and there are no pitfalls.
　　The main key content is the following.
　　First, the comic manuscript is remunerated at two thousand dragon coins per page.
　　For this, Chu Yu didn't have any comments.
　　Although on the surface, the author's remuneration of two thousand dragon national coins is only one thousand yuan more than that of Man Ying.
　　Compared with the two periodicals of Manying and Shuiyuan, the gap between the two can be described by heaven and earth.
　　Each page is only a thousand yuan higher, and I am really sorry for the status of the journal Shuiyuan.
　　But when it comes to a cartoonist who can serialize comics in journals like Shuiyuan, who cares about the mere income of manuscripts?
　　It's not the same as Japanese manga in parallel planes, which is popular all over the world.
　　On the plane of the Dragon Kingdom, although the Japanese island side is still carrying forward the theme of comics, the potential power of the Dragon Kingdom mainland region to come from behind cannot be ignored.
　　At least, in the current Longguo comics industry, the entire animation market is extremely regulated, with a strong sense of copyright, and there are countless fans that have been cultivated.
　　In Parallel Time and Space, the works of hundreds of millions of books sold in one- line books can be described as the ceiling of the comics industry, and most of them are concentrated in Japan in that world. 　　But on the plane of the Dragon Kingdom, with a population of more than one billion people, the difficulty of breaking through one hundred million in a single comic book is much lower than in parallel time and space. 　　Moreover, in this world, the Dragon Kingdom is definitely a unique existence in the world's comic market. 　　In short, the cartoons of the entire world are imitating the Dragon Kingdom. 　　Therefore, sales in overseas markets should not be underestimated. 　　This has also created a large group of staggering rich people in Longguo comics. 　　There are many cartoonists who rely on single book royalties, adapt animations, and earn hundreds of millions of dollars in peripheral income. 　　It is not uncommon for the names of several old cartoonists to appear on the Long Country Rich List.







　　In such an environment, everyone will certainly not care about the comic manga remuneration in this mere mere.
　　In the contract, many cartoonists are concerned about the share of copyright.
　　Comics are serialized in periodicals, and the comics club helps you to promote the comics. Naturally, the comics club also has a share of the copyright revenue of your works.
　　In this contract, the percentage of royalties for the comic book issued by
　　Chu Yu was 8%... Chu Yu looked at Li Xi.
　　"Li Xi, this is about the proportion of comic royalties..."
　　"There is nothing to talk about!" Li Xi stopped what Chu Yu wanted to say.
　　"Genki comic agency, any of the first comic strip on the edge of the water this journal cartoonists in the booklet into the proportion of royalties, is the ratio!"
　　"If you want in on this issue and mysterious Kametan, at least that's after your comic has achieved impressive results and serialized the new work! At that time, 9%, 10%, or even higher royalties are possible, but it all depends on it. Because of your past achievements."
　　Chu Yu was silent for a long time upon hearing this.
　　"Understood!"
　　Chu Yu didn't bother with this. Ideas are very important, but we must also look at reality.
　　Now he really can't negotiate terms with Xuangui.
　　For the rest, the contract includes animation adaptations, other themes adaptations, and the sharing of peripheral products, which are basically the industry's normal standards.
　　"I have no opinion!" Chu Yu nodded.
　　"Okay!" Li Xi smiled at the corner of his mouth.
　　Print out the contract neatly and instruct Chu Yu one by one where and how to sign.
　　five minutes later.
　　Li Xi put away the contract and reached out to Chu Yu.
　　Chu Yu also stood up to respond to her, holding their hands together.
　　"You are welcome to join Xuangui!" Li Xi smiled and looked at Chu Yu.
　　After this moment, she is Chu Yu's comic editor, which means that the two have officially established a cooperative relationship. Chu Yu's physical and mental state, comic serialization progress, and personal private life all need to be involved in varying degrees. .
　　At the same time, the performance of Chu Yu's works is also related to her personal income on Xuangui and her career promotion prospects.
　　Among other things, if Chuyu's Natsume's friend account was cut in one or two months after being serialized because of poor popularity, then Li Xi from now on, not to mention working in Xuangui, even if he would change jobs to other comic companies in the future. Some people will use this to talk about things.
　　Signing Chu Yu is also a gamble for Li Xi.
　　But anyway, for Li Xi, she has been like this all the way.
　　The same was true when Tang Xin was excavated back then, otherwise Tang Xin's rise would not be so fast.
　　"Well, that's the case, then from today, you will be my partner for comics in Xuangui!" Li Xi looked at Chu Yu.
　　"Three weeks later, Natsume's Friends Account was officially published in the Shuibian. According to the rules, the new work was published for the first time, with two stories together!"
　　"Except for the three manuscripts you gave me before, in order to keep up with the serialization progress of the comics, Starting from the week when this work is serialized, you should also submit the manuscript of the fourth chapter of this work!"
　　"Every week thereafter, the deadline is Friday. I will visit when it is due. I hope you will not delay the manuscript. Don't be like someone..."
　　"Otherwise, you will appreciate my reminder method!" Li Xi seemed to say jokingly.
　　But Chu Yu could vaguely feel that she was serious. UU read www.uukanshu.com
　　just right, and since Li Xi talked about this, Chu Yu also spoke.
　　"Of course, if you are acquainted with Su Lu, you should be able to understand that I have never delayed the manuscript..."
　　"It's just that, as a native of Los Angeles , I am not familiar with the magic city.... In order to complete the comic creation with higher quality, I need to find a few comic assistants."
　　"I don't know Li Xi, do you have any good suggestions for this?"
　　"Comic Assistant?" Li Xi heard the words and thought for a few seconds.
　　"How many do you want?" Li Xi looked at Chu Yu.
　　"Two!" Chu Yu said.
　　Although one would be enough according to common sense, Chu Yu also had other ideas, and he was already a speed monster in the eyes of an ordinary cartoonist anyway.
　　And because of the systematic reasons, Chu Yu doesn't have to spend a lot of time conceiving the plot of the comic.
　　That being the case, why not try to see if you can serialize two works or even more works at the same time with enough manga assistants?
　　After all, there are so many excellent works in the system, and Chu Yu doesn't expect to serialize them all in this lifetime, but he can always serialize one more.

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　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?"
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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!
**************************
This story contains extreme sexual situation and more sexual situations. No one under 18 is allowed.

Ivory and Viper resided in the living room. Viper was spending her free-time watching a movie while Ivory was on her laptop, obsessing over a pair of shoes.
"Viper, look," Ivory turned over the laptop. Viper observed the black cut-out boots. "Aren't they nice?"
"Oh, Ivory, those shoes scream your name," Viper put a hand to her ear. "I can hear them."
The two laughed.
"How did going back to the strip club work out?"
Ivory looked up from her laptop, remembering what Chris told her. "Oh, the man couldn't help me. He told me to not go against Blue."
"That's strange. Well, it looks like we're back to square one."
"Not exactly. See, his name is Chris, and Chris knows something about Blue. He might come back," Ivory smiled quietly, remembering the phone that he gave her.
Viper looked at the time on the television. "I'm going to go to bed."
"Right now? It's only six o'clock. And your favorite show is on: Criminal Minds."
"I'm not feeling good. Besides, I have to clean my room," Viper then left.
Ivory thought about what just happened. Ivory knew that Viper was hiding something. Ivory closed her laptop and took out her first every credit card from her wallet. Blue gave her a blue, shiny, credit card. Ivory had been working hard, and she was happy to start making some money. Ivory didn't want to use her money recklessly.
Ivory heard Red calling her from the hallway, and she followed him into the vast dining room. She guessed it was dinner time. She was content; giant growls ruptured from her stomach. Everyone but Viper was grabbing pizza, talking, laughing, and pouring drinks. Ivory took a seat by the corner and ate her slice of pizza in silence. She heard someone sit next to her, the sudden movement causing a breeze. She glanced to see Spike but said nothing to him.
"Where do you think Viper is?" a maid asked another.
"Who knows, but Harley always tells me that Viper's nothing but trouble," the second one said.
Ivory knew that the one that had just spoken was Harley's maid.
"Maria," Harley called her maid over, and the maid made her way over to Harley.
"Ivory," Spike said, and she faced him, "Where's Viper?"
"She told me that she was going to bed."
"This early?"
Ivory shrugged, "I can't help you, Spike, I just hope that she isn't breaking any rules."
"Why would that be a problem for you?" Spike raised an eyebrow.
"Well, I don't want to get into trouble."
"Viper has free-will. If she gets into trouble, you won't."
Spike then got up to get more pizza. Ivory saw Blue and Hawks talking in the corner, and Ivory could tell that the conversation was serious. Hawks quickly glanced but said nothing as Blue handed him something. Hawks put the item in his pocket.
Ivory felt that Blue and Hawks were gossiping about Viper, but she wasn't too sure.
***
After a while, the gang members slowly left the room until only a few people were left. Viper eventually showed up, which caught Ivory's attention because she said that she was tired and had to clean her room. Viper really was acting out of character. Viper was able to eat pizza but had to wash all the dishes.
Viper was grunting to herself about all the dishes and was obviously annoyed.
Ivory volunteered to help her but was stopped by Blue.
"Go in the living room," he ordered her, "and stay in there. Hawks and Lucky will be watching you. Where Hawks goes, you follow. Got it?"
"Yes, Boss," Ivory raised an eyebrow but didn't question Blue demand. He'd been extra snippy for the last couple of days, but no one seemed to notice for some strange reason. It was only directed toward Ivory and Viper, really.
"And Viper, I want those dishes done in ten minutes, so hurry up! Quit complaining. You're lucky I even feed you!" Ivory heard Blue bark at Viper. Ivory jumped in fright at the booming voice.
Ivory saw Hawks and Lucky sitting by the couch, with cigarettes, a couple of wine glasses, and a red wine bottle. She sat toward the corner, hoping that they didn't speak to her.
"Ivory," Hawks grinned ear to ear like the Cheshire cat. He took her arm and pulled her over. He picked her up and sat her by the couch's end crease, trapping her between Lucky and him.
"Why do you always do that whenever I sit on the couch?"
"Does it annoy you?"
"No, Hawks, it doesn't," she replied sarcastically. "I love it."
"Don't be sarcastic, dear," he took a puff from his cigarette. Ivory covered her nose with her hand. "I do it because you hate it."
"And it's easy to pick you up, the other girls are taller," Lucky chimed in. "And stop covering your face, all you have are two holes for that excuse of a nose."
Hawks burst out laughing as Ivory blushed. Lucky followed Hawks' lead as the dark-haired-boy poked the tip of her nose. She swatted his hand away as if he were a fly.
"It isn't my fault that my nose is small," Ivory defended herself.
"I never said it was," Lucky peered into the kitchen, seeing Viper rush to get everything done. "Look, Hawks,"
Hawks turned to look into the kitchen. "She's been productive," he turned back around, "for once," he took a puff from his cigarette before discarding it.
He and Lucky snickered.
"Making fun of her isn't helping."
"Gosh, Ivory, you're so uptight," Hawks said. "You need something to wind you down a little bit."
"Yes, Hawks, something to calm her down and loosen her up," Lucky picked up a glass and poured wine into it. "Here you are," he placed it into her hands. "Don't drink it too fast, you'll get drunk. It is your first drink."
She stared at him, wide-eyed. "You're no older than me, and you're drinking wine?"
"Whiskey," Hawks corrected.
"Bourbon to be exact," Lucky said.
"Bourbon?"
"Besides, I've done worse," Hawks shrugged.
"Really? Like what?"
"I don't think you're ready for my stories, Ivory. I'm one of Blue's favorites for a reason, Little Lady," Ivory didn't take a liking to Hawks' tone of voice. He also never referred to her nickname.
"Is it just you and Red?"
"Harley and Red and his most trusted," Lucky said.
"Yeah, they seem to know things that others don't."
"That's because they do. I wouldn't trust those two, Ivory. Whatever you tell them goes straight to Blue," Lucky whispered.
Ivory could tell that Lucky disliked Red and Harley.
"So, what would we be considered?"
"His top workers."
"Blue has connections everywhere. His top and most trusted workers —but Viper— stay here," Hawks said. 
"I'm not part of the gang."
"Yes, you are," Hawks said.
"I wasn't at first."
"Your proved yourself trustworthy."
"But how come Viper hasn't?" Ivory asked.
"You really need to stop asking questions," Hawks said, his light eyes slowly glancing into the kitchen as Viper quickly disappeared.
"Hey, Hawks, I got the newest Playboy in the mail today."
"Oh, really? Did you?"
"You know what Playboy is, Little Lady?"
"Yes, I do," Ivory said. "The older boys' at the foster home used to sneak them in and look at them."
The two boys chuckled but said nothing further as they drank and smoked in silence.
After about five minutes, Hawks stood up and looked at Lucky. "I have to go. Remember your job."
Ivory wondered where Hawks was going.                                                    
"I remember, Hawks," Ivory went to follow, Hawks, but Lucky put his arm out, stopping her. "Hold your horses, Little Lady. Where do you think you're going?"                          
"What horses? And if you had ears, then you would have heard Blue from the kitchen earlier, but then again, who really knows what goes on in that small brain of yours?" she insulted.
Hawks turned away, trying not to laugh as Lucky sent her a light glare, but said nothing.
"Move out of the way, Joker," she snarled, "Hawks is in charge, so I'll pretend to be his puppet since that's what he and Blue want."                                          
"About that," Hawks turned to her, after rolling his eyes to her remark, of course, "I have some errands to run, so Lucky's in charge of you until I get back."
Ivory sat back down on the couch, sighed, and crossed her arms. "Why does he have to watch me?"                                              
Lucky looked at aghast like she offended him.
Hawks turned to face her. "Because I said so."
Lucky smirked. "Yeah, Little Lady, maybe we'll get to know each other a little more."
"Nah, I'm okay."                                                        
Lucky seemed hurt, but he just rolled his eyes as Ivory smirked in victory. Hawks stood there with his usual stoic expression. "Tell me if Ivory behaves, which I'm sure she will,�� Hawks said to Lucky, changing the topic. He turned to Ivory, "Just listen to Lucky. I'll be back at around midnight."                                                                  
Ivory wondered where Hawks was going; he was never out late.
"Bye, Hawks," Lucky dismissed, and Hawks walked downstairs.
Lucky took a seat next to Ivory and picked up a book. Ivory turned away and thought about why Hawks' been extra sneaky lately.                                                                      
"Where's Hawks going?"                                                      
"It doesn't matter"" Lucky said, not looking up from his book.                     
Ivory sighed. She knew that sooner or later, she'd figure out what's going on. That is when an idea hit her. What if Viper had been with Roxie because she was trying to leave the gang? It would make perfect sense since she wanted Ivory to go back to the club with Swindle H — the reason behind that was because Swindle H is sneaky. No one would suspect her. Since Ivory was told by Chris, the man at the club, to not tell anyone of the cellphone he gave her, how exactly did he know that she would come back? But what about when she was injured, and Viper was acting strange?
What if they planned this ordeal all along? Blue must know about it, but it wouldn't make sense as to why he would allow it to occur. Then again, he never liked Viper, to begin with. Swindle H must have caught on and played along — which may be why Viper recommended her. It would also make sense why Swindle visited Ivory in the computer room and willingly took her to the strip club. It all puzzled together.
Ivory knew that Viper would never succeed, but if she did, the Blue Dragons would never fall. The gang had ties everywhere. The Blue Dragons were a mafia gang, they will make sure they stand.
If Ivory as correct, she would be angry. Ivory knew that Viper wouldn't change her mind because Viper was reckless. If Viper said that she was going to do something, she'd do it.
Leech crawled into the blonde's head, and she wondered where he came from and why he was around one time. Ivory didn't trust him, but it seemed that the Blue Dragons felt the same way. Ivory rolled her eyes because no one ever told her the details.
Ivory broke out of her trance and looked at Lucky, who seemed to be reading very slowly. She could have sworn that she saw him try to hold his laughter. Why would he laugh over a romance novel?
"Lucky, why is it taking you forever to finish a page?"
He looked at her. "It isn't."
"Yes, it is," Ivory eyed him suspiciously and stood up. "Give me the book."
Lucky stood up and held the book high in the air. Ivory jumped up, trying her best to reach it, but Lucky being around six feet tall didn't help.
"Lucky, you're not reading," she accused.      
"Yes, I am. What makes you think otherwise?" He raised a brow.                                        
"You've been on the same page for about five minutes. It takes me about a minute to finish two pages, come one now."                                                                
"Hey, Little Lady, everyone reads at different paces."
"Okay, but you're laughing. Romance isn't funny."
"It's corny," Lucky shrugged, throwing the book onto the couch.                                         
Ivory grabbed the book and saw what he was looking at. Why was she not surprised? "Lucky, really?" she picked up the comic strip that was between the pages. "A comic book?" 
Lucky grabbed it out of her hand. "They're funny."                                                               
"Next time, try to be original with your jokes."                                                          
"Being the Joker is hard," he pouted.             
"Then don't be Joker, be Batman," Ivory said sarcastically. "I mean, it's not like you're funny anyway," she said.                                                   
He rolled his eyes. "I'll need a pair of batwings, which I don't have," He said comedically, ignoring the insult.
Ivory sighed and sat back down.
All of a sudden, Blue walked in, "What's going on here? I can hear you both from the other room."
"Well, I just figured out that Lucky reads comics instead of real books," Ivory said.
"Hey, I do read books. Its comic strip hour, that's all," Lucky sounded insulted.                  
"At ten o'clock at night?" Ivory asked, not impressed. "Wow, no wonder why you're always hyper."                                             
"I have nothing else to do," Again, Lucky ignored her insult.                                                
"You could read a real book."
"Ha — a real book?" Blue scoffed. "Please, we all know that Lucky isn't the smartest person on base."                  
"...Hey!"
"Besides, you could recommend books to him. You know that I have a... wide selection to choose from," Blue smirked.
Blue knew that Ivory was in the library.
Ivory narrowed her eyes, wondering if Blue was in the library, or if Hawks was. Maybe Hawks happened to bump into her, but if that were the case, why was he in the basement? Perhaps Hawks was searching for something.                     
"Comic strips are way cooler," Lucky argued back, missing Blue's condescending remark.                                                                                                                         
Ivory leaned back on the couch and sighed. Arguing with Lucky about comic strips wasn't fun; her intuitive psyche warned her that something terrible would happen. Ivory was nervous and had nothing nor the knowledge of what would take place.
That was when a thought came to her. Ivory saw Lucky follow Blue out of the room, proving that he was actually smart while Blue ignored him. Ivory made sure that no one was around or would sneak attack her, and slowly took the phone out of her hoodie pocket. Ivory flipped the phone open and saw a random number, realizing that it was Chris'.
She sent him a quick but urgent message: "Roxie's taking my friend out. I think the two of them are going to tell on the gang," sent.
Ivory wasn't sure that she could trust Chris, but she knew he was her only chance.
***
Meanwhile, Viper made sure that no one watched her, opened the back door, and snuck out. The young rebel hopped into a car and drove off, not knowing that someone was following her. The person stepped out from the bushes and unlocked their own vehicle. The person was about to get in until they realized that someone was with them.
"Geez, Spike, you scared me," the voice said.
"Sorry, just want to wish you good luck."
The voice let out a sigh. "Thanks."
"You don't seem happy about doing this job," Spike said as the light from the upstairs window hit his face.
"It's not that I'm not happy to do it. It's Ivory —"
"Ivory? What about her?"
"Blue is having me follow Viper because he thinks that she is going to the police."
"The police?"
"Yes. And if those accusations are true, I hope that no one blames Ivory. Blue had Harley spy on them, and he even had Harley spy on Ivory, but Ivory hasn't been doing anything except explore the base."
"Explore the base? Oh, I see."
"Harley doesn't see Ivory as a threat, so Blue isn't worried about her. Blue's purposely keeping Ivory busy. Ivory's smart; I know that she'll eventually figure out what's going on, and if she does, just make sure she doesn't leave. Look, I have to go. Just make sure that she's safe, okay?"
"You got it. I'll make sure nothing happens. Lucky seems to be doing well with that at the moment."
"He's my best friend, but he isn't the strongest. So, if something happens, make sure you're there."
"I catch your drift. Don't worry about Ivory, she's fine. Go — you have a mission to complete."
The voice nodded and hopped into his car. He sped off, hot on Viper and Roxie's tail.
The person was curious to know if what Blue assumed about the two was accurate. Roxie hasn't been her cheerful and docile self. The man was ready and couldn't wait to find out the secret Viper, and Roxie kept from everyone. The man knew that what they were conspiring wasn't beneficial. Like Blue, he also had the feeling that it was about the gang, but the man wasn't sure why. Blue sensed that Roxie never liked the connection she had with the group and didn't want the two orphans living a dangerous life. Roxie had her regrets and perhaps didn't wish Viper and Ivory regretting anything. Red added that Roxie's rebellion may be toward Fox.
The man turned the corner and found the familiar car and smiled because the women didn't know that he was touting them; the man was excellent at sneaking around. The man was finally going to find out what Viper and Roxie were hiding. He felt a smirk crawl onto his face; he smelled victory.
The man was like a hawk, indeed.

Tags: #Scifi, #Romance, #Horror, and #Supernatural/Paranormal.
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I. Bonded

Ivory McKay and Viper Lehmann are two orphans who are kidnapped by New York City's most dangerous mafia gang. The leader has a reason why he is interested in these girls but holds many secrets that he keeps unanswered. When Ivory realizes Viper's true intentions of betraying the gang, she is stuck choosing a vicious gang and her only friend. Will Viper and Ivory be able to save themselves or will their flaws lead to their downfall? 

***
II. Double-Dealing

Since Viper’s bitter fate, the Blue Dragons no longer consider her a threat. First, everything flows smoothly, but things slowly go downhill when coincidental stories and bizarre information are gradually exposed. As Ivory is trusted more and witnesses a realistic mafia lifestyle, an unexpected deed throws everything off-track. When processing the truth, Ivory is one step closer in discovering her captivity. When Ivory faces near death situations, which side will she choose: will she choose Blue and the gang or rebel like her former best friend? 

(Serializing)

***

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?
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The Boys of RDA is created by Megan Matthews, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author

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