A young college student was subjected to his fate when he was caught up in gunfire incident in his school. He was sleeping with a book covering his face on a bench when a bullet went straight through his face and he died. 

 He was reincarnated into another world But as a worn-out old book.

 Sooner he found out he was able to dictate someone's fate, Make contracts, Flirt, And Capturing maiden's heart And more.

Two young travelers stumble upon a forgotten village... well.. used to be forgotten. As the travelers enter the village, a magic that is unbelievably strong shines through. Revealing the true village that is still as beautiful as its always been. There they meet their long lost friend, Elxianna. Whom was believe to have been killed in front of their very eyes. They're glad to see her safe, however, not the same as they remember her as.

Technology has entered a new age. Paper is now considered to be obsolete and it can only be found in museums. However, there lies an unknown secrets within the pages of books. Arte stumbling into this new world
must resolve himself and try to find out the secrets of the so called lost pages.

Boom!


When his last remaining chakra depleted, his shadow clones vanished into thin air.


Akabane, who was napping on the bed, woke up in surprise.


"Damn, I almost got a heart attack."


He feels drowsy and half-awake.


"Fortunately, I only summoned two clones; if they were more than that, I might pass out."


Just as he lamented, he heard his father come from downstairs. He could hear his father greeted with a light-hearted tone.


"I'm home!"


Akabane got up and recast his shadow clone.


"You continue here first. I'll go down and greet my father."


Although there is no point in saying it to his clones, getting accompanied by the clones has become his habit.


"Yeah yeah, just go. You're just an eyesore here."


Akabane was speechless for a while.


His clones have no sense of friendliness.


After all, it is his character that is then implemented into the clones.


He went downstairs and saw his father holding a piece of paper.



 

"This is the document for the store. Thus that store will belong to you from today."



 

Akabane was a little surprised. He never thought that his request would be granted this fast.


He walked over quickly and took over the documents. The address of the store was written on the top, and the Kurama Clan symbol was painted underneath.


"Thank you very much, father!"


Akabane still couldn't believe it, so he double-checked and confirmed that this was indeed Nara's store, and now it belongs to him.


As someone who is the only one from his generation who has awakened Kekkei Genkai, he will be the next clan successor for sure.


Akabane was daydreaming, put aside the thoughts in his mind, and focused on what to do next.


"Father, can you inform everyone to help me decorate my store? I will draw out what it will look like."


The store was originally a medicinal and pharmaceutical station for the Nara Clan, so the interior design would need a renovation.


"Now that you have your own comic store, but son, I hope you can focus more on ninjutsu training and don't waste your talent."


"Understood, father, I will not let you down."


Since no one knew that he could learn all that ninjutsu was because of his point from comics, he'll just agree to his father's terms.


Telling everyone to read his comics is a waste of time. Opening this comic store could solve his problem, and he could get money from the sellings. It is like hitting two birds with one stone!


Akabane returned upstairs, originally planning to sketch his comic store, but as soon as he picked up the pen, he heard a slight movement outside the window.


"Who's there?"


Akabane, his Shadow Clones, stood on guard at the same time, staring outside.


Then the window was knocked, and a delicate voice came from outside the window: "It's me, open the window."


"Tsunade?"


Akabane was shocked for a moment, got up, and opened the window.


As soon as he opened the window, he saw Tsunade standing upside down on his roof.


"Ehh What are you? Spider-Man?" He confusedly thought.


Looking up from his angle, he can just see through the gap of her clothes,


Get a close look at it.


"Where do you think you are looking!"


Tsunade quickly jumped down and entered his room.


Akabane was still speechless since he was caught off guard.


As for the current Tsunade, there is not much to see except her cuteness. You could say "Flat," but don't let her hear you say that, or else you'll be dead in a second, it's like a taboo word for her.


"Why come through the window if we have a front door?"


Akabane replied angrily, and then sat down, tried to calm himself.


Tsunade smiled and said, "Did you not see me standing there?"


"Oh, then you are really amazing."


Akabane thought that normal person would visit their friend through the front door. Does she want to show off her climbing skill?


"Ahaha yeah, so impressive Tsunade-sama."


Akabane gave a sarcastic compliment, but she didn't seem to get it.


"Hey, don't you have any other things to do? I will play with you after you finish your comic!"


Tsunade patiently sat down with a big smile, glanced at the clones who devoted himself to drawing comics, then looked at the stack of comic pages beside her, and immediately laid down excitedly.


"One, two, three… Whoaa, you've finished a lot of pages."


She has completely fallen in love with comics, and now she counts comic pages, like the way she counts money.


"It looks like you worked so hard today, and now you do some of the work by yourself."


There are a lot of pages there, plus the completed ones from the morning before. The Naruto fourth chapter has been successfully drawn.


"Of course! I am a hardworking person."


Akabane said shamelessly.


But he forgot that he was sitting next to his clone. As he finished speaking, the clone sneered: "Look who's talking, this was drawn by your clones before, you're just being lazy."


"Hahaha, no wonder you could finish this many pages."


Tsunade held the pages and sat on the floor to read them. Even if it still has a lot of revision, she seems to enjoy reading it.


Akabane decided to ignore his clone and sat there and began coloring.


Tsunade sat aside, quiet and cute.


With a single stroke, it didn't take long for the general shape of the store to be outlined.


While thinking about the decoration style, Akabane asked casually, "You came here to show that you have completed your training?"


"Of course not, Am I that kind of person to you?"


Tsunade put down half of the pages and said, "I just went to uncle Hiruzen for a stroll. Guess what I saw?"


"Assignment list."


Akabane said lightly.


Although the Senju family has faded out from governing Konoha village, Tsunade was called "Princess" by all the Konoha villagers. It was because of the First Hokage, Hashirama Senju, who was her grandfather, dotted her since she was very young. It is not surprising that she is allowed to accompany Hiruzen.


Tsunade was silent for a moment and then complained after a few seconds, "So boring. You guessed it all."


"You and Shimi look like an old man."


Akabane keeps coloring and answers at the same time.


"Well, I can't deny that, but you forgot to include Jiraiya!"


Speaking of Jiraiya, Tsunade complained again and turned a few pages of comics, suddenly reacted and said, "Every time you interrupted the topic, I just wanted to say, I saw your assignment. The list was up."


"Oh, is that so?"


"Your mentor is very strong, but he is someone the opposite of uncle Hiruzen. You should be mentally prepared."


Tsunade's tone was somewhat concerned.


Akabane paused his work. After watching her ponder for a while, he said


"Is it Danzo?"


Tsunade nodded.



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

[Ding! Comic System has been activated!]

Great! Ninjutsu? Kekkei Genkai?

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

…Or am I?


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Author: Funeral
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Boom!
When his last remaining chakra depleted, his shadow clones have vanished into thin air.
Akabane, who was napping on the bed, woke up in surprise.
"Damn, I almost got a heart attack."
He feels drowsy and half-awake.
"Fortunately, I only summoned two clones; if they were more than that, I might pass out."
Just as he lamented, he heard his father came from downstairs. He could hear his father greeted with a light-hearted tone.
"I'm home!"
Akabane got up and recast his shadow clone.
"You continue here first. I'll go down and greet my father."
Although there is no point to said it to his clones, getting accompanied by the clones has become his habit.
"Yeah yeah, just go. You're just an eyesore here."
Akabane was speechless for a while.
His clones have no sense of friendliness.
After all, it is his character than implemented into the clones.
He went downstairs and saw his father holding a piece of paper.
"This is the document for the store. Thus that store will belong to you from today."
Akabane was a little surprised. He never thought that his request would be granted this fast.
He walked over quickly and took over the documents. The address of the store was written on the top, and the Kurama Clan symbol was painted underneath.
"Thank you very much, father!"
Akabane still couldn't believe it true, he took a double-checked and confirmed that this was indeed Nara's store, and now it belongs to him.
As someone who is the only one from his clan has awakened Kekkei Genkai, he will be the next clan successor for sure.
Akabane was daydreaming, put aside the thoughts in his mind, and focused on what to do next.
"Father, can you inform everyone to help me decorate my store? I will draw out how it will look like."
The store was originally a medicinal and pharmaceutical station for the Nara Clan, so the interior design would need a renovation.
"Now that you have your own comic store, but son, I hope you can focus more on ninjutsu training and don't waste your talent."
"Understood, father, I will not let you down."
Since no one knew that he could learn all that ninjutsu was because of his point from comics, he'll just agree to his father's terms.
Telling everyone to read his comics is a time-wasting. Opening this comic store could solve his problem, and he could get money from the sellings. It is like hitting two birds with one stone!
Akabane returned upstairs, originally planning to sketch his comic store, but as soon as he picked up the pen, he heard a slight movement outside the window.
"Who's there?"
Akabane, his Shadow Clones, stood on guard at the same time, staring outside.
Then the window was snapped, and a delicate voice came from outside the window: "It's me, open the door."
"Tsunade?"
Akabane was shocked for a moment, got up, and opened the window.
As soon as he opened the window, he saw Tsunade standing upside down on his roof. 
"Ehh What are you? Spider-Man?" He confusedly thought.
Looking up from his angle, he can just see through the gap of her clothes,
Get a close look at it.
"Where do you look at!"
Tsunade quickly jumped down and entered his room.
Akabane was still speechless since he caught off guard.
As for the current Tsunade, there is not much to see except her cuteness. You could say "Flat," but don't let her heard you said that, or else you'll be dead in a second, its like a taboo.
"Why come through the window if I have a front door?"
Akabane replied angrily, and then sat down, tried to calm himself.
Tsunade smiled and said, "Did you not see me standing there?"
"Oh, then you are really amazing."
Akabane though that normal person would visit their friend through the front door. Is she want to show off her climbing skill?
"Ahaha yeah, so impressive Tsunade-sama."
Akabane gave a sarcastic compliment, but she seemed didn't get it.
"Hey, don't you have any other things to do? I will play with you after you finish your comic!"
Tsunade patiently sat down with a big smile, glanced at the clones who devoted himself to drawing comics, then looked at the stack of comic pages beside her, and immediately lay down excitedly.
"One, two, three... Whoaa, you've finished a lot of pages."
She has completely fallen in love with comics, and now she counts comic pages, like the way she counts money.
"It looks like you worked so hard today, and now you do some of the work by yourself."
There are a lot of pages there, plus the completed ones the morning before. The Naruto fourth chapter has been successfully drawn.
"Of course! I am a hardworking person."
Akabane said shamelessly.
But he forgot that he was sitting next to his clone. As he finished speaking, the clone sneered: "Look whos talking, this was drawn by your clones before, you just being lazy."
"Hahaha, no wonder you could finish this many pages."
Tsunade held the pages and sat on the floor to read it. Even if it still has a lot of revision, she seems to enjoy reading it.
Akabane decided to ignore his clone and sat there and began coloring.
Tsunade sat aside, quiet and cute.
With a single stroke, it didn't take long for the general shape of the store to be outlined.
While thinking about the decoration style, Akabane asked casually, "You came here to show that you have completed your training?"
"Of course not, Am I that arrogant?"
Tsunade put down half of the pages and said, "I just went to uncle Hiruzen for a stroll. Guess what I saw?"
"Assignment list."
Akabane said lightly.
Although the Senju family has faded out from governing Konoha village, Tsunade was called "Princess" by all the Konoha villagers. It was because of the First Hokage, Hashirama Senju, who was her grandfather, doted her since she was very young. It is not surprising that she is allowed to accompanied Hiruzen.
Tsunade was silent for a moment and then complained after a few seconds, "So boring. You guessed it all."
"You and Shikato look like an old man."
Akabane keeps coloring and answered at the same time.
"Well, I can't deny that, but you forgot to include Jiraiya!"
Speaking of Jiraiya, Tsunade complained again and turned a few pages of comics, suddenly reacted and said, "Every time you interrupted the topic, I just wanted to say, I saw your assignment. The list was up."
"Oh, is that so?"
"Your mentor is very strong, but he is someone the opposite of uncle Hiruzen. You should be mentally prepared."
Tsunade's tone was somewhat concern.
Akabane paused his work. After watching her ponder for a while, he said
"Is it Danzo?"
Tsunade nodded.

I, Akabane was graduated from the university of arts & design in the 21st century then suddenly traversed into the Naruto’s world, by bringing my knowledge of arts and my love of Naruto comic I decided to recreate Naruto comic here…
[Ding! Comic System has been activated!]
Great! Ninjutsu? Kekkei Genkai?
As long as I can draw more comics, I would be unmatched!
…Or am I?
This novel was translated by SystemTranslation, please visit their site for more chapters.

　　Here is here, the new issue of Shuiyuan Magazine!" "Waiting for a week, finally it was released. I was so appetite of Shuixin comics that I couldn't help but buy a few junk magazines for the new release. I went to see the racing comics."
　　"How? I have also heard that several small and medium-sized comic companies in the Magic City have launched a lot of racing comics recently, but those comic companies have insufficient influence. The sales channels are several provinces around the Magic City. I don't have one here, or I'll buy it too!"
　　"Don't say it, I got a spicy chicken. The plot and the like clearly mimic the style of the initial D, but I dare not copy it obviously for fear of getting a lawsuit. So I added some inexplicable plots, which seemed too embarrassing... It's okay to look at it from the front, but compared to the sense of expectation that the initial D brings to me, it's far behind! It's just this This work.... There are only twenty pages of comics in this week, and the story is broken every week by the teacher.... I really take it!"
　　"Me too ! In the past, a person who was not interested in cars felt that driving was boring and boring. Now, after reading the initial D, he habitually drives and takes a look at the teacup on the car to see if the water in it turns around. Once I I drove to eat, and opened the lid of the cup to play. After a sharp turn, the water inside spilled out and spilled on my lap. After arriving at the place, my friend said whether I was peeing my pants in the car... It was really shameful that day!" In
　　a forum, people who were absent from work or had nothing to do that morning not only posted pictures to show off that they had purchased the Water Edge Journal, but also started chatting by the way.
　　Many fans of the initial D and Shuixin also started to lively.
　　.....
　　Initial D Chapter 7 closely follows the plot at the end of Chapter 6, and the title is "Communication War"!
　　After the countdown to the start of the REDRUNS staff game.
　　The FD of Keisuke Takahashi and the AE86 driven by Takumi Fujiwara started together.
　　Here comes, fans who saw the initial D here are finally relieved.
　　This Shui Xin finally didn't have to be frantic enough to count down ten seconds before the game, and he entered the game rhythm directly from the beginning.
　　In this picture of the start of the two cars, Keisuke Takahashi's FD only changed gear once, while Takumi Fujiwara quickly changed the fourth gear. From this we can see the difference in performance between the two cars.
　　After the start, Keisuke Takahashi's FD quickly opened up the distance from AE86, and quickly left AE86 behind....
　　What will happen next in the plot?
　　Fans of Ryukoku's initial D only know that Takuumi Fujiwara is strong through the foreshadowing of the previous plot, but he does not have an intuitive understanding of how strong he is.
　　Normally speaking, it is impossible for the 350-horsepower FD to lose to the 150-horsepower AE86, but this is a comic, and readers naturally expect the protagonist to achieve the impossible.
　　However, even so, their hearts are still a little nervous at this moment.
　　But after a few pages of comics, with Takahashi Ryosuke's analysis of the 86's start, and Takahashi Kesuke's sentence "That 86, it will no longer appear in my rearview mirror!"
　　The first curve in the manga appeared...
　　Fujiwara Takumi, who was manipulating the steering wheel with his cheek in one hand, finally adjusted his posture and his expression became a little serious. 　　Fujiwara Takumi hit the steering wheel directly, braked, shifted gears, and entered this corner at a high speed. 　　On the next page of the comic, the entire page is the scene of this 86 turning into a corner. 　　The whole car drifted into a bend, and the rear of the car almost clung to the mountain road fence from the screen. The expressions of passers-by who watched the battle at the bend changed drastically, and subconsciously retreated thinking that the 86 would hit it. 　　But in fact... the 86 in the comics is on the next page, exiting the corner at high speed and heading forward. 　　"This is the first corner. The 86's tangent is so powerful. It's less than five centimeters from the guardrail..."

　　"I've never seen anyone entering a corner at this speed..."
　　The intercom in Fujiwara Ryosuke's hand came from his teammates surprised.
　　The emotions of the fans of the initial D were suddenly mobilized. Seeing the first turn of 86, there was only one thought in their hearts.
　　Awesome!
　　Although Chu Yu doesn't make any changes to the plot of the comic, it is difficult for Chu Yu to say that his understanding must be better than the original.
　　But since he is the manga porter selected by the system in the Dragon Kingdom, he should at least favor his own preferences in terms of character modeling and screen performance.
　　At least in the Dragon Kingdom, since the initial D has been serialized, almost no one complains about the ugly characters in the comics. Between the exquisite comic style and the realistic style, Chu Yu found a balance according to her own preferences.
　　Otherwise, I'm afraid the original style of initial D may dissuade a lot of fanfare.
　　As for the performance of the racing screen, Chu Yu also modified some of his own, to highlight the speed and power of the screen.
　　For this reason, when the fans of Longguo Manga saw the comics, they received a full sense of impact. Just a few pages of comics directly let them enter the plot and indulge in the racing game... ..In
　　the plot, after a few turns, Keisuke Takahashi, who looks serious, trying to defeat this humiliating AE86, was brutally beaten in just a few pages of comics... ..
　　In his rearview mirror, AE86 turned on the lights, quickly caught up with him, and after a corner, it basically clung to his FD.
　　Just as the walkie-talkie announcer in the comic said that the 86 entered the corner at high speed, and then exited the corner at high speed, just looking at it makes people shudder.
　　The comic readers who were impacted by the intense plot and the tension-filled images suddenly got goosebumps.
　　Is this tm's mountain track race?
　　Is it the exaggerated performance in the comics or the mountain road race in reality? Does the reality really exist as a powerful driver like Fujiwara Takumi?
　　But no matter what the situation is...the fans here have a feeling in their hearts.
　　This is too good to see, it is worth waiting for a week to wait for this story to be serialized.
　　In the manga, Keisuke Takahashi's sweating head contrasts with the leisurely look of Fujiwara Takumi while driving with one hand.
　　The moment FD was overtaken by the AE86, he couldn't get rid of it again.
　　Even if it stretches the distance on a straight line, 86 can always catch up on the curve on the Akina mountain with many curves.
　　This is no wonder, after all, FD cannot drive full horsepower in a straight line when running a curve. In this case, the contest on the curve is a technical contest between the drivers. Otherwise, such a race would be boring.
　　If there are many corners, the speed of these two cars should not be particularly fast!
　　Although the drawings in the comics are more impactful, but after all there are so many corners, the road is so narrow, and the road drifts around the corners, in fact, the speed of the two cars should be 60 or 70 kilometers per hour!
　　Many fans who claim to be master drivers on weekdays use their own situation to measure the two people in the comics.
　　It's just that... Readers who thought this way were quickly beaten in the face.
　　The two cars in the comics ran through corners one after another.
　　And in a certain screen, UU reading www.uukanshu.com Chu Yu copied the original work and gave a speed of 86 running on the mountain road at this time... a speed of one hundred and forty kilometers per hour.
　　On a two-lane wide and descending curve, descend at such a speed...Drift with one hand.
　　Those fans who thought it was just a mountain road and the two cars were not fast were all at once dumbfounded.
　　This... is too exaggerated. I dare not drive so fast on the highway. I am afraid of flying. You drive down the mountain like this?
　　Nima, is this a person?
　　It's really like the lines in the comics describing Fujiwara Takumi.
　　Is the fear of going down the mountain paralyzed?
　　Many comic fans who thought it was an exaggerated performance in the comics went to search for relevant racing reports in reality...have doubts about their own car skills.
　　It seems that the situation in the comics is not an exaggeration. If you are an expert, it is indeed possible to go down the mountain at such a speed.
　　What kind of car does the person drive? Your Takumi is 86!
　　This is the same as when you use an unmodified car to drift on a mountain road in reality. If the performance of the vehicle is too poor, then it is likely to be turned into a ditch, and you will definitely not be handsome!

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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?"
Reader B, "Old thief Chuyu, you know what a fart cl. If you don't resurrect Furukawa, I will send you the blade tomorrow!"
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Sensing something under his feet, Juho looked down. There was a piece of paper on the ground. 

It was not at all in a good shape. There were already multiple footprints on it. After brushing off some dust, Juho was able to get a sense for why that paper was so unpopular. 

"Literature Club."

It seemed boring even at a glimpse. Aside from Juho and Seo Kwang, most people would move on without even bothering to look into it. It seemed to have reached Juho after getting kicked around.

He read the details of the club on the paper. 

Homeroom Teacher: Song Hak Moon.

It was that teacher who sighed before even giving a proper introduction.

"Are you interested in the Literature Club?" Seo Kwang made his way through the crowd and asked. 

"It didn't sound half bad."

"You want to join together then? If you say yes, I'll give up the Book Club."

"You're giving the Book Club up because of the teacher."

Seo Kwang pretended he didn't hear him and took the flyer. Juho had already finished reading through it, so he gladly handed it to Seo Kwang. His face didn't seem to brighten up as he read it. 

"Apparently, they changed their name to Literature Club from Literature Debate Club. It could be one of the lazy clubs."

'Lazy clubs' were clubs whose primary activity was made of independent study. Clubs like Film Appreciation or the English Newspaper Club existed just in name. The reality was that they spent their time in self-study. Even their homeroom teachers hardly showed up. Kids who were part of those clubs were either working on their study guides or taking naps. 

"Well, that ain't so bad."

"Maybe you're right. Then again, you could take that time to read a book."

Juho had had a similar thought. If it was self-study time, he could use the time to write.
Of course, Juho and Seo Kwang would be the only people who would be reading or writing among other students.

"OK. Do we go with this one then?"

"Let's do it."

Just like that, the two decided on a club without much trouble even though there was no way to know how many members there were in that club. Determined, they carried on without hesitation. They filled out their applications and headed straight to the staffroom. 

Mr. Moon's desk was visible right as they walked into the staffroom. Unlike other teachers who were dealing with waves of students, he was lost in his book all alone.

"Mr. Moon, here's our club application."

"Well, well."

Mr. Moon looked away from his book to looked at Juho and Seo Kwang. With a mysterious exclamation, he took the applications from them. He scanned for their names and slid them between the pages of his book. That was it. No greetings or anything.

Seo Kwang asked out of curiosity, "What kind of activities are we doing?"

Mr. Moon answered with a smirk, "It's too late now. You can't withdraw after having already submitted the application."

It was not clear, but it didn't seem to be one of the lazy clubs at least. It was the Literature Club, so they probably did some writing too.

"That kind of scares me."

"What does? Aren't you guys used to being forced to do things?"

"Haha! That is true, but I'm still curious."

Mr. Moon was casually saying things that a teacher wouldn't normally say to his students. Seo Kwang agreed with him with a smile and kept on pestering him for an answer. Meanwhile, Mr. Moon kept avoiding giving direct answers to their questions. Here and there, he turned his eyes back to the book in his hand. It didn't seem like he was trying to hide the book, but rather, wanting to get back to it.

"A book over his student asking him questions… Why is this person teaching?"

That moment, they heard somebody come into the staffroom. Juho and Seo Kwang turned around, and they saw two girls with applications in their hands. One had a ponytail and the other had bob-cut hair. The girl with the ponytail said, "Excuse me."

"Sure."

Before Juho even had time to signal Seo Kwan, she cut through them boldly. The other girl quietly followed. Mr. Moon took the applications and slid them between the pages, just like with Juho's and Seo Kwang's. There had been no difference to his actions, and Seo Kwang broke the silence and continued on his attempt at a conversation with Mr. Moon.

Nodding reluctantly, Mr. Moon answered, "Then, I'll tell you about the Literature Club's past. There's a saying that you can see the future if you know the history."

"The Literature Club has a past? It wasn't just a new name?"

"If the name was the only concern, wouldn't the other name be more sophisticated? Literature Debate Club, why bother changing it?" 

That was true. The two girls were still around as if they were curious. Mr. Moon continued to talk about the Literature Club and emphasized its deep tradition. He seemed livelier than ever.

"Considering the tradition, it doesn't have much presence."

Mr. Moon agreed with Juho, "You're right. It lacks presence. That's why it disappeared, but I brought it back."

"Aha!"

It seemed like the Literature Club took the place of the Literature Debate Club in the process of its revival.

"It still needs presence," the girl with a ponytail said. 

Mr.Moon slowly raised a book. It was the same book he was sliding the applications into, and the applications fluttered between the white pages.

"But we're living in another time. There's been a second wind in the world of literature because of this book."

The book was titled 'Trace of a Bird.' Juho's eyes followed the book waving from side to side, and Mr. Moon continued, "Everyone's talking about the birth of a teenage bestselling author. So, the Literature Club simply rode that wave and made a comeback."

Juho remembered seeing the news that an increasing number of parents were sending their children to private institutions after school for composition writing. Now that he thought about it, it had made sense for him to be arrogant seeing how the book had been such a big deal. 

Because the bell rang and the topic wasn't exactly welcoming, Juho and Seo Kwang made their way back to class.

The two headed to the science room. It was the meeting room for the Literature Club. Located in the corner of the third floor, the science room was often at the center of ghost stories because of its location and purpose. They were stereotypical school stories kind of like the mannequin coming to life at midnight. They'd be laughable even for kindergarteners.

Juho and Seo Kwang went into the science room, which was far apart from other classrooms. There were two other people who had already arrived.

"Hey, there!"

The girl in ponytail took the initiative, and then the girl with the bob cut followed. Juho and Seo Kwang exchanged greetings with them as they walked into the room. It was their second meeting.

The four sat facing each other in pairs with a long desk in between. The girls with short hair sat across from Juho, and it was very apparent that she was feeling awkward.

"Are you two in the same class?" Seo Kwang asked.

"Yeah, you guys must be too, seeing as how you're walking in together, right?" the girl in ponytail answered, and he introduced himself.

"I'm Sun Hwa Ahn, and this is Bom Yoon," the girl in ponytail said.

Juho introduced himself in response. Then, there was the awkward silence that came after exchanging names, and Seo Kwang started talking to break the ice.

"What brings you two to the club?"

"We like books."

There was a big smile on Seo Kwang's face. He was about to walk up to them to put his arms around and shout "Friends!," but he soon returned to his seat after hearing what Sun Hwa had to add. 

"Comics."

"Comics?"

That was a different genre. Seo Kwang was obsessed with print. It wasn't that he didn't read comics at all, but his preference had always been to have words finely printed onto white sheets of paper. 

While he was in disappointment, Juho asked Sun Hwa, "Wasn't there a Comic/Cartoon Research Club?"

"That's one of the lazy clubs. I refuse to be part of a club that's got nothing to offer other than its name. How dare they desecrate comics?! They're not just words you know."

Juho was impressed by Sun Hwa's passion as she scrunched up her face in annoyance. She was a girl full of pride toward comics. 

"What about your friend there? Bom was it? Do you like comics too?" Seo Kwang asked Bom in case she was any different, but unlike his expectations, she nodded her head in affirmation. Everytime she moved her head, her hair played on her cheeks. 

"Sun Hwa recommended them to me. I've been enjoying them."

"Well, well, what if you try getting into actual books? I can give you recommendations if you want."

"No, sure."

At her vague answer, Seo Kwang asked Juho with his eyes, 'Is that a yes or a no?' 

'I don't know either,' Juho responded. 

Next, Sun Hwa asked Juho a question as if she were trying to one-up Seo Kwang's attempts, "How about you?"

"I've read some of the famous ones."

He named the few comics he knew. With bright eyes, Sun Hwa brought her face closer to Juho. He backed off and thought, 'I think I made a mistake.'

"A character design that is full of dreams, friendship, love and liveliness, and the adventure of the protagonist. Woven through it, there are delicate life lessons and youthfulness that is both sweet and savory. From the clean drawing and solid storyline to a wide range of fans, I can't help but be in awe of this author's talent."

Juho looked over at Seo Kwang thinking, 'Déjà vu.' With a serious face, Seo Kwang listened to Sun Hwa intently.

"I recommend his debut work. It's a short story about a girl suffering from a rare disease and an actor who's past his prime. The two characters learn to depend on each other, and they are both determined to live. The direction, the composition, the drawing, the dialogues… It's flawless."

"Hm."

"If that means you're interested, I can lend you one right now. It's in my bag."

"I respectfully decline."

"Fine."

Sun Hwa clicked her tongue as Juho turned her down. Seo Kwang came between them and added, "Yeah! He's supposed to be reading the books I recommended first."

"I don't remember agreeing to that."

Seo Kwang was completely oblivious to Juho's murmur. He took out a book from his bag and put it in front of Sun Hwa.

"Alright. I'm sure you've heard of this book. You're a spy if you haven't."

"Oh, yeah!"

"Yeah, I recognize it," Sun Hwa and Bom responded simultaneously. 

It was impossible not to know about that book. It was the very book the press had been talking about nonstop. Mr. Moon had brought it up at one point too, the birth of a genius author, Trace of a Bird. It was a critically acclaimed work.

"I haven't read it yet."

At that, Seo Kwang's eyes lit up, and he began to tell them the synopsis. It was a story about a boy who was afraid of birds.

"If you just say that you're interested, I can take it out of my bag right now and lend it to you."

"Not interested," Sun Hwa declined sharply.

"I'm for the minorities. I'm a person who would rather swim against the current. Even if I get around to reading it, I'll get to it once the hype dies down."

"What?! You're a stubborn one aren't you?"

"What did you just say?"

From then on, Seo Kwang and Sun Hwa got busy bickering with each other. Bom tried to stop them from fighting, but it was useless. 

Juho left the two bickering and looked around the room. There were various experiment tools in storage. On the left side of the room, there was a mannequin, and next to it, there were desks and chairs that were no longer in use. The room might be called a science room, but it was obvious that it was being used as storage space. Everytime Juho breathed in, there was faint scent of rubbing alcohol. 

Fwoosh!

At the sound of the door, the four turned their heads at the same time. A guest was standing by the door. Bulky, long-limbed, short hair, thick lips, teeth that were exceptionally white and dark-skinned. 

"Is he black?" someone whispered.


<A Piece of Paper on the Ground> The End.

Yum Woo is the youngest author in history to enter the literature world. His debut work was a massive hit but this success was short lived for the unprepared.

A miraculous second chance comes his way one day.

This is the beginning of that journey.

　　 really came without any effort. I didn't expect to be able to get two birds with one stone, and get the manga pages that Rodi wanted most desperately. After counting down, there are as many as four broken pages this time.
　　 It was only the first one that made Roddy feel guilty, because the picture above depicts a beard with a seven-prickled blood, and Roddy is standing behind him wiping the flesh on the hook. Okay, this one is obviously obsolete, except that it proves that the cartoon is indeed closely related to Roddy, it is not useful at all.
　　 The same is true for the second one. It shows Rody riding a green demon skateboard while practicing flying. Although it hasn't happened yet, the equipment is all ready. Isn't it obvious to practice flying? The only useful reminder is that Roddy puts more cushions on the ground, because the manga seems to fall badly.
　　 But this cartoon is the root reason why Osborne Enterprises hides its treasures.
　　 Green Devil equipment was originally developed in secret, and it will appear on a cartoon. This does not surprise Norman Osborne.
　　 arrived at the third one, and finally it was a bit of prophecy. The manga depicts a barren valley where an old man with white hair can even stand in the air, and then Roddy and Tony are fighting the old man with a dozen sets of steel suits of different models, and it seems that they are still falling. Downwind.
"It's too exaggerated, this old man is Magneto? But it doesn't look like this. Or Thor, his father-Zeus?" Roddy was taken aback by the fighting power of the old man in the comics. Competing against a dozen sets of steel armor, this is simply a man like God. Thinking of encountering such a terrible enemy in the future, Rodi felt a pain.
　　With this strange feeling of pain, Roddy looked at the fourth comic and prayed for good news. The content of this cartoon is not Roddy, but a bald man in a suit and a man dressed in a desert resident. This desert man is similar to the terrorist in the news. These details are not important. What is important is that the two are trading something. There is a small emerald green ball in it. It looks like a glass ball that allows Rody to pass through, but it looks much smaller.
　　 Roddy could not guess whether this had happened or was about to happen, and could only determine that this ball was a key clue.
　　 "Do we have to start a new round of search and theft of egg pain again?" Roddy couldn't help vomiting.
Roddy feels that he is about to become a thief in the movie, and he specializes in stealing various major forces. Do you want to get yourself a mask and a dress cape, and add a beautiful crime notice card, the name is thief Luodi ?
　　 That picture is so beautiful that Roddy couldn't imagine it.
　　Rody, who found nothing, packed the comics back into the file pocket. I wonder if everything in the comics is past or future. However, according to experience, this is inevitable. Anger can't solve the problem, Rodi can only comfort himself like this. The only way is to make your own strength stronger, so that you can smash this abominable mysterious organization and rescue your father.
　　The clues now owned may be the mysterious organization of the mutant power under Magneto. The bald head who traded with terrorists is also suspected. The green ball was obviously made by Rody's mother. Even if these two people are not behind the scenes, they must be related.
　　Rodi, after straightening out his thoughts, left the Osborne Building with a sullen face. Luodi went all the way after being invisible, and returned to the beach villa less than twelve. Tony is away, Little Pepper also has his own residence, and the whole villa looks empty, just like Rodi's heart.
　　 "Jarvis, open the door of the laboratory, I want to test some equipment." Although mentally exhausting, Rody is completely sleepless now, and an anxious feeling makes him eager to do something.
　　Rodi came to the laboratory, first moved the steel armor that had been completed into a prototype, and then connected the green demon armor to the computer. With the highest password permissions, Roddy easily let Jarvis crack the intelligent system of the Green Demon armor. Compared with Tony, the technology of intelligent systems is still far from Tony.
　　After eliminating several hidden backdoor programs and positioning functions, this set of Green Devils armor completely lost contact with Osborne Enterprises. Rodi put on armor with confidence and began to test performance.
　　The design direction of the green demon armor and steel armor are different, tend to be more aggressive, various special attack props, steel armor emphasizes flexibility and defensiveness. Rody tried to fly with the Green Devils skateboard. Since there was no such thing as a joystick, the operation was entirely dependent on the legs. Therefore, the more complicated the flight method, the more difficult the operation becomes.
　　Rodi's mental power is extremely strong, and there may even be the illusion of time slowing down when concentrating. This ability is very suitable for operating the Green Devil skateboard, but during this period, he must violently fall several times. Fortunately, the comics had hinted that a dozen thick pads kept Rody from concussion.
　　 Through this test, Rody came to the conclusion that even a rigorously trained pilot is estimated to be difficult to control the skateboard freely. UU reading www. uukanshu.com Roddy estimated that Norman Osborne's Super Warrior potion was only incidental to enhance physical fitness, and increased responsiveness and fine-tuning ability were the key. It is precisely because of this flaw in the strengthening of the brain's nerves that the side effects of personality changes occur.
　　If this defect can be eliminated, Rodi estimates that the Green Demon Armor is absolutely comparable to the steel armor.
　　 "Jarvis, have the Green Demon armor data been recorded?" Roddy asked, taking off the Green Demon helmet.
　　 "Basic data has been recorded, but the limit flight speed has not been tested, and the database is temporarily incomplete." Jarvis has replaced the original system of the Green Devils armor and has completely taken over the new set of equipment.
"Very well, based on these data, help me design a new helmet. The shape of this devil really does not meet my aesthetic. Also, help me change the paint of the armor to black. Green is not a good sign in China. "Roddy instructed, and the job was given to Jarvis."
　　Looking at the light of the sky, Rodi felt hungry, because he hadn't eaten all day and night. Randomly looking for some food to fill his stomach, Roddy fell to his head and fell asleep. Recently, he was always tired and fell down to rest. It was a bit of self-abuse.
　　Although he was exhausted, Luodi slept awkwardly. In the dream, the appearance of parents appears repeatedly, as if there is something important to tell him.
　　It wasn't until Little Pepper Pepper woke him that Rodi realized that the cold sweat even wet the sheets.
　　Little Pepper told Rody anxiously: Tony encountered a terrorist attack in the Middle East, and his whereabouts are now unknown.

One day, Roddy counted the abilities he had gained on a whim. Mental attack, stealth, mindfulness, metal control, freezing… After half an hour, Emma can’t stop!

p.s: this is a translated Chinese novel, so sorry in advance for the racism and I hope you do not. get mad because not all Chinese are racist it only depends on where they live and what they teach them that will cause them to be racist because they are not born racist they were trained to be racist by a short government and bad parents who approve of it.

Sha Zhixing stared at the time on the back of the drawing, her gaze slowly sinking.
He simu admired the series'stunning design. At that time, it was indeed because the work was stunning, but a large part of the reason it was able to last so long was due to the media's promotion of her work.
Legend had it that when she participated in the competition, this work only took one day to complete.
To design such a stunning work in one day, this was the main reason why she was so famous in the design world.
However, the sketches in Sha Zhixing's hands were from seven years ago, and the most recent one was three years ago... ...
It was obvious that she had thought of the admirer series a long time ago. She had improved a lot after that, and it was not the day she had told the media that she had reached such an amazing level step by step.
What did this mean?
He SIMU's words were not entirely believable!
Moreover, she had known Luo Xichen for a long time... ...
At the thought of this, Sha Zhixing fixed her gaze on the messy pile of drawings on the ground and slowly flipped through them again.
Some of the blueprints were sketches, and some were random comics.
One of the comics was about three people, a very beautiful boy and girl, and a girl who was standing under a tree looking at the two of them from afar.
The boy in the comic could not be seen, and his back was proud and aloof, giving off the feeling of Luo Xichen. Sha Zhixing could not understand who the two girls were.
After folding the paper, Sha Zhixing wanted to flip through a few more pages, but Luo Xichen's voice suddenly rang out, "what are you doing? "
Sha Zhixing was shocked by the sudden voice.
She looked up and saw Luo xichen standing by the door.
Sha Zhixing hid the drawing behind her in a panic. She calmed herself down and said, "I, I came to get the information. "
Luo Xichen raised his eyebrows, seriously doubting her words.
Sha Zhixing also looked down on her own actions, but she despised the fact that she had panicked after being caught by him.
It felt like a wife spying on a mistress behind her husband's back.
Luo Xichen walked towards her suspiciously and came to the table. He looked at the mess on the floor and frowned.
Then, he said slowly, "you're here to cause trouble? "
"I'M HERE TO GET MY REPORT CARD! " Sha Zhixing straightened her back and corrected him righteously.
The corner of Luo Xichen's lips twitched. He bent down and picked up a pile of papers on the floor. Without even looking at them, he stuffed them into the drawer that she had opened.
Sha Zhixing felt a little guilty when she saw him. She had just looked through someone else's things without permission. In fact, half of the reason was out of curiosity about the past between him and he simu.
"Let's go back! " Luo Xichen did not see her coming in the office. He helped her put the blueprints back to their original places and dragged her out of the room.
He did not let her go in when they passed by her office. Instead, he took her to his office.
"What's wrong? " Sha Zhixing stood in the middle of the room, looking confused.
Luo Xichen looked at her sideways and was silent for a moment. He said, "Dad just arranged a business trip. He needs to go to another city for a few days. "
"Then let's go. " Sha Zhixing said nonchalantly.
Luo Xichen's face darkened after hearing her words.
She sounded like she was looking forward to his departure?

On the first day back to China, he saw her in the corner of the wall. He smiled and said, "Zhixing, if you pay so much attention to me, people will suspect that you have designs on me. " "It's not like we haven't lived together before. " He smiled wickedly and seductively as he moved into her house openly. "choose yourself or let me help you. " A marriage contract was placed in front of her. He looked calm and composed. She was furious. "Luo Xichen, what do you want... " "You! " Her unfinished words were interrupted by a single word. WHO said that it was not easy to kill someone who was too familiar It was precisely because he was so familiar with her that he wanted to possess her for the rest of his life... ...

I entered the living room, having cleaned myself just roughly five minutes ago. I sat on the floor, not having anything to sit on, and started doing my homework. I didn't have my own room, but that was normal for people at my age. I was nine. We didn't have a chair to sit on, or a carpet to attain warmth. My mother's gambling addiction had seen to that.

I started with my English essay. I wasn't too much of a geek or a nerd myself, but this was exactly what I did every time my mother was too hungover to make me a meal. I rubbed my empty stomach. I hadn't eaten since breakfast, and that too wasn't able to fill in my appetite. I was a skinny boy, so I didn't have a big appetite. But this wasn't sufficient enough. All I had was a slice of bread and some water.

The essay wasn't too much of a problem. I finished it in about half an hour and checked on how mother was doing. She was still where she fell down. Today was a friday, which meant father went wherever he liked, no questions asked. He could cheat on mother and she wouldn't care. I went back to the living room. 

I thanked my school for granting us loads of homework this holidays. At least I had something to do, without playing on my non existential phone. A few minutes later, I started to curse my school for giving me all the boring homeowork. Why would I spend all my time caring for a beetle, when I had to protect my house from any sorts of potential threat.

I got up and started looking around. I searched if any thing was malfunctioning in the house, so that I could try to fix it. After an hour of combing through a very small one-bedroom house, I found out nothing. I again went out and checked on my mother. She still hadn't woken up. 

"What did she tell me not to look at, again?" I muttered and started looking around the house once again. I had seen some books that I have never seen before, and so I didn't touch it that time. Now that she wasn't there, I could do as I pleased. So, I made my way to the place I had thought I saw them. Not there.

"Where would she keep it?" I softly mutter and I went to the bedroom. As expected, the books were kept there, lying beside the only mattress we had. Mother always slept on it, so it wasn't abnormal to see the books there. 

I rushed to the books. They looked quite nice on the cover, at least. Inside of the book, on the first page was a small girl playing with water. She didn't look too bothered about gettimn her articles of clothing wet, so she didn't seem to stop. Her hair was curled into a small bun, but I could tell it went long if it was free. Her hair was almost exactly as the same colour as mine. It was raven-black. I couldn't recognise why this book was here, and why I shouldn't touch it, but I didn't care. At least I had something to do.

I started scrolling through the pages. After seeing through out, I couldn't really find out why she had told me not to touch it. All it had was a few comics of people fighting using the earth and fire to their advantage. They controlled it, but I dismissed it. It was just a comic and comics like that were usually always like that.

I heard a thud on the doorstep and I put the book away, rushing to see who it was. What if it was a robbery?

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