A look at the life of Indians belonging to the LGBTQ community facing different hurdles in life.
Five stories come together to share what a problem it is to live as you want.
Story 1: My Darling
Romit[Pronunciation:- 'Ro' as in (Ro)se, 'mi' as in (Mi)ster] and Rokesh[Pronunciation:- 'Ro' as in (Ro)se, 'ke' as in (Ke)lp] secretly give each other pleasure because they don't know whether it is what they truly want or that it is the effect of being a teenager. But they both aren't stopping it, that they know for sure.

Story 2: Love
Jayden and Jacob are officially a couple since Jayden just confessed his love for Jacob in front of everyone at DJ night. As expected, not everyone was fond of it but they are prepared for whatever may come.

Story 3: You
Riyaz['Ri' as in (Ri)p, 'ya' as in (Ya)cht] is looking forward to his studies in college as he wishes to become the CEO of any famous company. But what he waited for 6 years i.e. college, he is hating it on the very first day as a dreadful thing happens. He finds a boy named Ahmed[Pronunciation:- 'me' as in (Me)sh] cute.

Story 4: Him in a Shirt
Harsh[Pronunciation:- 'Ha' as in (Hu)nger] is interrupted from his sweet, easy-going life when Deep from slum Dharavi arrives at his bungalow to work as a worker. How? Harsh finds Deep cute.

Story 5: Cupid's Arrow
What Luvraj[Pronunciation:- 'Luv' as in Love, 'ra' as in (Ra)lph] didn't see coming was being a part of a triangle formed between him and his two best friends named Aman[Pronunciation:- 'A' as in (U)mbrella, 'ma' as in (mu)st] and Amar[Pronunciation:- 'A' as in (U)mbrella, 'ma' as in (mu)st] who were once a tight group of 3.

A look at the life of Indians belonging to the LGBTQ community having something so beautiful and precious face different hurdles in life.
Five stories come together to share what a problem it is to live as you want.
Story 1: My Darling
Romit[Pronunciation:- 'Ro' as in (Ro)se, 'mi' as in (Mi)ster] and Rokesh[Pronunciation:- 'Ro' as in (Ro)se, 'ke' as in (Ke)lp] secretly give each other pleasure because they don't know whether it is what they truly want or that it is the effect of being a teenager. But they both aren't stopping it, that they know for sure.

Story 2: Love
Jayden and Jacob are officially a couple since Jayden just confessed his love for Jacob in front of everyone at DJ night. As expected, not everyone was fond of it but they are prepared for whatever may come.

Story 3: You
Riyaz['Ri' as in (Ri)p, 'ya' as in (Ya)cht] is looking forward to his studies in college as he wishes to become the CEO of any famous company. But what he waited for 6 years i.e. college, he is hating it on the very first day as a dreadful thing happens. He finds a boy named Ahmed[Pronunciation:- 'me' as in (Me)sh] cute.

Story 4: Him in a Shirt
Harsh[Pronunciation:- 'Ha' as in (Hu)nger] is interrupted from his sweet, easy-going life when Deep from slum Dharavi arrives at his bungalow to work as a worker. How? Harsh finds Deep cute.

Story 5: Cupid's Arrow
What Luvraj[Pronunciation:- 'Luv' as in Love, 'ra' as in (Ra)lph] didn't see coming was being a part of a triangle formed between him and his two best friends named Aman[Pronunciation:- 'A' as in (U)mbrella, 'ma' as in (mu)st] and Amar[Pronunciation:- 'A' as in (U)mbrella, 'ma' as in (mu)st] who were once a tight group of 3.

AFTER 10000 YEARS, is a novella on an imaginative story about Humans who will be known as Humanates in those days? The story begins with the beginning of the war of their pride. Humanates are the successors of today's Humans. The story is a fictional answer to the quest for Human life after thousands of years.


Note: use an appendix, and pronunciation of each word are given in a footnote.

Zhao Yu had been involved in criminal investigation for a long period of time, so when he found a large number of numeric symbols in the book, he did some quick research and figured out some clues.
First, he searched the Internet and found out that these numeric symbols were a kind of phonetic symbol used during the period of the Republic of China. It represented the Chinese Pinyin during that period. According to the Internet, as the usage of Mandarin was not popular during that time, the Chinese Pinyin was not the same as today. Instead, it was made up of forty symbols that looked like Latin alphabets.
Next, Zhao Yu made a comparison between the numeric symbols and a previous hexagram. Very quickly, he found a matching symbol.
As this was a phonetic symbol, only the correct pronunciation of the hexagram poem mattered, not the exact meaning of the words.
In front of each symbol, there was a corresponding Arabic number. These numbers were not arranged in order of size. Some numbers were one or two digits, whereas others were three or four. There seemed to be no regular pattern at all.
After Zhao Yu found the corresponding symbol to the hexagram poem, he got a long string of numbers.
Strange!
Zhao Yu frowned, as he did not understand what the long string of numbers meant. With a growing sense of curiosity, he flipped through a few more pages. Unfortunately, the last few pages of the ancient book were previously drenched, and many wordings faded off.
From the front page of the book, Zhao Yu saw a drawing. On this drawing was a huge cross, placed right in the middle. In the middle of the cross was a big circle, which was divided into many parts, with some symbols and numbers in it.
Although the drawing was badly damaged, Zhao Yu could still learn a few clues from it. At first glance, it seemed to look like an ordinary math problem on a test paper. But after some careful analysis of both the drawing and the long string of numbers, Zhao Yu finally understood the mystery.
Wow!
Witnessing all these things made Zhao Yu very excited. He hurriedly put out his cigarette and opened another hexagram. In order to not wake Miao Ying, he even covered himself with a quilt.
He coughed under the quilt, and a new hexagram was opened. It was "Dui Zhen hexagram, Dui Ze Zhen Lei. Zhao Ze Yan Lei, Qi Zhuo Bu Wen, Shen Ya Lan Dai, Yu Yi Hun Chen".
Zhao Yu quickly jotted down this group of hexagram poems on the paper, and began to analyze the hexagram in accordance with his latest findings. First, he tagged all the words according to the phonetic symbol of the Republic of China.
The first portion of the hexagram poem was the "Dui Zhen hexagram" and "Dui Ze Zhen Lei", all of which corresponded to "0". Although the book did not clearly explain in detail what it meant, Zhao Yu felt that these two sentences should be the name and beginning of the hexagram poem. Since it was expressed as "0", it most likely meant nothing.
So, he set aside the two sentences and focused on examining the remaining 16 characters in the hexagram poem. These 16 words were evenly divided into four groups. After comparison, he found out that each group had its corresponding Arabic number.
The group "Zhao Ze Yan Lei" was expressed as 1507, "Qi Zhuo Bu Wen" as 8927, "Shen Ya Lan Dai" as 0013 and "Yu Yi Hun Chen" as 2109.
1507, 8927, 0013, 2109.
When the four seemingly meaningless numbers appeared in front of him, Zhao Yu thought through for a long time, and after awhile, seemed to have unraveled the mystery behind it.
He immediately took the drawing from the book and did a comparison. It took him only half an hour, before he found out what these numbers meant.
Unexpectedly, the meaning of this string of numbers matched some of his previous conjectures. First, Zhao Yu looked at the first set of numbers, 1507. Long ago, Zhao Yu had always wondered about those obscure hexagrams, whether they would indicate a certain direction or not. After all, it was a miracle system. If there was an adventure, there must be a place and a direction.
In hindsight, this conjecture is likely to be established.
It turned out that, on that cross, Zhao Yu found location information. Thus, Zhao Yu tried to look at the cross like an azimuth diagram, which then made everything seem to make sense.
Taking the center of the cross as the middle, he would draw a line repeatedly for every 10 degrees. So, 36 lines would be drawn, looking just like an azimuth map. And the 36 lines were undoubtedly representing 360 degrees, with every ten degrees corresponding to one direction!
For example, looking up the azimuth map with 1507, the 15th line indicated the eastern south direction. As for the 07 in the rear, if a person simply divided the map equally into 10 portions for every 10 degrees, the 07 represented one of them. Thus, this method could accurately indicate a location.
Once the location was confirmed, Zhao Yu guessed that the next set of numbers was likely to represent distance.
The next set of numbers was 8927. If 8927 represented distance, its measurement unit could not be either kilometers or centimeters. The most likely measurement unit would be the meter. That is to say, from the location where he opened the hexagram, 8927 meters in the eastern south direction, would be the exact place where his adventure would take place!
Although Zhao Yu also considered that, in ancient China, it was possible to use "feet" or other units of measurement, he was not in the mood to look deeper, and thus moved on to the next set of numbers.
According to his inference, the third set of numbers, following the location and distance, must be time. Time is an essential factor in any adventure.
However, the third set of numbers was 0013, something that was difficult for Zhao Yu to guess. If it was interpreted as time, the time would be in the early hour of the day. But the time right then was already three o'clock in the morning. Would that mean that the adventure was already over?
Besides, Zhao Yu opened the hexagram at two o'clock in the morning. It could not be that the adventure was already over, not when he had only just opened the hexagram! This meant that the set of numbers 0013 might be referring to the time on the next day. Otherwise, 0013 might not even be referring to time at all!
So... If it was not referring to time, what else could it be?
Could it be… Space?
Oh... 0013, could it be... Representing 13 meters high? Is it? But, if an adventure were to happen in an underground carpark, would this be a negative number?
A negative number... A negative number...
Zhao Yu searched the symbol graph, but did not find any negative numbers. He only found Arabic numbers.
With much uncertainty, Zhao Yu shifted his attention to the fourth set of numbers.
2109!
Hmm... Looking at this set of numbers, Zhao Yu's first thought was as to whether it was reasonable for these numbers to represent time.
Then… 2109 would be 09:09 pm in the evening?
Tsk tsk…
Although Zhao Yu felt that he might have unraveled the meaning of hexagram poem, when he saw the current time, he inevitably had some doubts.
Could this be wrong?
The Ghost Eight Diagrams came from ancient China. In ancient China, a 12-hour clock was used to tell the time. Could they have used the advanced 24-hour clock system instead?
As for the measurement for distance, could it be in meters? If 0013 represented the height, would the unit of measurement then be in meters as well?
Does this sound a bit far-fetched?
Could the Ghost Eight Diagrams really have predicted the future, so many thousands of years ago?
Or could it be that the Ghost Eight Diagrams and Miracle system were not created by humans?
Zhao Yu was a smart man. He knew that if he kept on harping on this, he would not get anywhere. So, as a detective, Zhao Yu quickly adjusted his thinking.
Yes!
Now that I might have found the mystery behind the hexagram poem, why don't I head to the southern east direction from my house, 8927 meters away, at 9:09 pm tomorrow, to take a look and see what happens over there… What?


A little ruffian who fought recklessly without any morals and bottomline accidentally time-traveled to parallel space and became a Key Case Investigation Team agent. The huge change in identity had him creating chaos in the police station. However, a strange miracle system helped him repeatedly solve mysterious cases, turning him into an impudent ruffian detective!

Kazuma was oblivious to the conversation between those two old men in the kabuki.
He still had one last lesson left.
Because of the incident that morning, Kazuma was very unhappy with Yamada Yoichi. Hence, he was paying particular attention during class today.
Although he felt that the exams in Japan were simpler compared to China's National College Entrance Examination, the problem was that he did not transmigrate immediately after his high school graduation.
It had been many years since he sat for the National College Entrance Exam.
Hence, trying to get into Tokyo University without a refresher was like a fool's dream.
Therefore, he had to listen attentively.
Kazuma felt weird when he thought about how he had just beaten up a yakuza boss yet was now paying attention in class and taking notes like a model student.
During the break, the news that the student with the poorest grades from Class 3B was applying to Tokyo University had spread throughout the entire third grade. Kazuma would attract curious looks even when he was going to the washroom.
The instigator of all this, Yamada Yoichi, even ran to Kazuma's side as soon as lessons ended. He chatted loudly with his small clique, saying things like, "Sigh, last time, I got a deviation value of *** during the mock exam at my cram school, but even this deviation value might not get me into Tokyo University, so I could only settle for the second best."
And so on.
Kazuma wanted to pick up his bamboo sword and slam it on Yamada's face.
However, on second thought, Kazuma should defeat him academically since Yamada was mocking his grades.
Once the results were out, Kazuma would wrap his exam slip that would have a higher score than Yamada's on his bamboo sword and give him a hard slap on the head.
So Kazuma decided to swallow his pride for now.
Right now, the yakuza was still observing the situation. Although he did not know how long they would be watching, there should be a period of relative peace. He had to take this opportunity to get used to the pace of Japanese education. The time outside the classroom should be used to practice kendo, so he probably would not have much time to study outside the school. He could only work harder in class.
However, Kazuma would gladly accept any opportunity to show off his intelligence and deal a blow to Yamada's arrogance.
He had never looked forward to an exam so much.
He hoped the next test was on Mathematics or English.
Japanese History would be fine too. Kazuma was quite familiar with Japan's history, especially the Warring States Period.
But please, no Japanese language exams.
Similar to the original Kiryuu Kazuma, the current Kazuma's Japanese was the worst in class.
After all, in his previous life, Kazuma was only a beginner in the Japanese language. He knew only simple words like "big brother" and "let's go."
However, there was only one last lesson left today. It seemed like the plan of mocking Yamada back with the results of class quizzes was going to fail today.
After the bell rang, Kazuma looked out of the window and imagined for the umpteenth time when Tokyo University would send out their offers.
The enrollment of Japanese universities was very different from that in China.
To get into a university in Japan, one had to pass an exam in January that's similar to the high school graduation exam. It's called the National University Entrance Exam.
Only those who had reached the cut-off point for this exam would then be qualified to apply to the school they wanted to study in.
The real test was after the application. The target universities would set their own papers and exam venues for their candidates.
All public and national universities would set their exams on the same day. Therefore, strictly speaking, you could only apply to one Japanese university. If you went to sit for the Tokyo University exam, it would be impossible for you to take the exams for another national university.
Therefore, it would not be possible to choose a lower-grade university as a backup plan like what people did in China, and the only choice left would be private schools. In theory, one could never choose national or public universities as their backup plan.
However, the tuition fees of Japan's private universities were terrifying.
The Kiryuu family might not even be able to afford to send Kazuma to a national university. If he were to go to a private school… Chiyoko would have to sell herself.
Although Chiyoko was the cause of the series of trouble that the Kiryuu family was facing now, Kazuma had already beaten her up, which had made her reflect deeply on her mistakes. Yesterday, the two siblings had even fought side by side, and judging from the results, Chiyoko had saved Kazuma's life yesterday.
Therefore, Kazuma did not want such a good sister to encounter anything terrible.
The past was irreversible, so Kazuma decided to consider how to achieve the best result in the current situation.
Sell the dojo, take the money to invest, and then get into Tokyo University using his own abilities—this was the best solution.
After graduating from Tokyo University, Kazuma would be a newly-promoted member of the upper class.
In order to achieve this optimal solution, Kazuma had to be strong in both kendo and academics.
Just when Kazuma had made up his mind, the English teacher entered the classroom.
Kazuma was delighted when he saw the stack of papers in the English teacher's hands.
A class quiz!
The English teacher put down the stack of papers and adjusted his spectacles. "Let's do a small quiz today. I'll give you until the end of the class. Class representative, come, distribute the papers."
The class rep stood up and walked to the podium. She took the papers and began to distribute them.
Kazuma was already rubbing his hands together excitedly.
After all, he had been a senior commercial representative of a foreign trade company in his previous life! Bragging about his company's products to foreigners was his daily work.
Speaking English was the basic requirement of his job. His performance award and year-end bonus depended on it.
Kazuma soon received the paper.
He took a quick glance and grinned.
At this moment, he heard Yamada mumbling to his table partner, "The worst student in the class laughed when he saw the paper. Did he give up because he can't answer a single question?"
"I don't think so. Maybe he has just encountered some similar questions before."
Kazuma ignored them and picked up his pen to write.
Time passed quickly. When Kazuma filled in the last blank on the paper, he looked up at the clock on the wall. There were still more than ten minutes left before the end of the class.
Kazuma wanted to submit the paper and leave. Whether it was in university or high school, Kazuma had always liked to hand in the paper immediately after finishing it. That's because for some reason, if he turned back to check his answers, he would often change the correct answers to the wrong ones, so it was better not to check.
Just as Kazuma was about to stand up, slap the papers on the podium, and leave, he thought of something.
This was Japan. Although you could hand in your papers in advance, it would make your teachers and classmates think that there was something wrong with you.
Hence, Kazuma decided to take a nap on the table.
Not long after he rested his head on the table, he was knocked over the head by the teacher. "Kiryuu-kun! Please take the quiz seriously!"
Kazuma got up, glanced at the teacher, and smiled. "I am taking it seriously. I've finished the paper."
The teacher frowned and glared at Kazuma while Kazuma looked back at him honestly.
He picked up Kazuma's script suspiciously and started to read from the first question…
Then, Kazuma saw a note appear above the English teacher's head: "Daydream."
After he focused his attention on the note, the description went: "I must be dreaming."
'What the f*ck, how stupid was the original owner of this body? Look at how scared the teacher is. He is doubting his life.'
The English teacher took less than a minute to look through all his answers. It was not that his reading speed was fast, but the paper itself was very short.
Kazuma had already gotten used to the super long papers in his past life that could be folded several times and were densely packed with words.
Japanese test papers were A3 in size, and the print was huge.
Kazuma had finished answering the questions quickly, and the teacher read them quickly.
The English teacher put the paper back in front of Kazuma and turned to look at the paper of the girl on Kazuma's right-hand side. To be fair, the girl was in the best position if Kazuma wanted to copy the answers.
However, the girl had not finished writing. Obviously, Kazuma could not have copied her answers.
The English teacher turned to Kazuma and asked seriously, "Did you… attend a cram school during the winter break?"
When Kazuma was about to share the story he had just made up to explain why he suddenly became smart, the teacher shook his head. "No, no cram school lesson can produce such huge progress. You…"
Kazuma was now excited to hear how this teacher would comment on his totally different English level.
However, it was apparent that the teacher was at a loss for words.
"You… Uh… You did well," the teacher said. "But to prove that you didn't rely on any external help in doing this paper, I want you to translate what I say."
Then, the teacher spoke with a strong Japanese accent.
Kazuma frowned.
He heard Yamada laugh loudly.
Perhaps the core member of this class thought that Kazuma was going to make a fool of himself.
Kazuma was also embarrassed.
His English was very strong, especially his speaking skills. However, the problem was that the Japanese accent was too hard to understand.
In Japan, English teachers used Japanese pronunciations to "localize" English words. This was to reduce the difficulty of learning English.
Anyone who had watched Jet Li's version of "Wong Fei Hung" would know a meme called "Ai Laohu Yo[1]," which was actually "I love you" but in a weird Chinese accent.
As an analogy for the Japanese English education system, they had used "Ai Laohu Yo" as the standard pronunciation.
In his past life, Kazuma was able to chat with foreigners fluently, but he couldn't understand what this English teacher was saying at all.
The only thing that he managed to catch was the last sentence, which seemed to be about a shining star…
Yamada shouted, "Sensei, don't make things difficult for him. You spoke too fast, even I can't understand…"
The class rep chided, "Yamada! We are still having class. Don't be so loud!"
Kazuma glanced at the class rep and could not help but exclaim, 'She's such a beauty… Hold up!'
Kazuma was inspired.
When he saw the class rep this morning, he'd tried to recite a poem to describe her beauty and see if it could give him a buff.
Reciting poems?
Could it be an English poem that the teacher had just recited with those strange intonations?
A shining star? Perhaps the last word was "winter's midnight"?
Thou wert as a lone star, whose light did shine
On some frail bark in winter's midnight roar.
This was Shelley's "To Wordsworth," the favorite piece of any young man who wanted to show off his literary acumen.
Even though Kazuma looked dull and unrefined after becoming a senior commercial representative, who had not pretended that they loved literature when they were young?
So Kazuma cleared his throat and recited what the teacher had just said in standard American English.
In fact, he wanted to recite the full poem to show off, but unfortunately, Kazuma only remembered the most famous line and the line before and after it.
After reciting it, Kazuma looked at the note above his teacher's head and realized that the "Daydream" note was gone. Instead, it was now "Ashamed."
'Eh? Did I overdo it? I should restrain myself and not embarrass my teacher too much…'
However, with that thought in mind, Kazuma opened his mouth and said, "Sensei, your pronunciation was not good. It took me a lot of effort to recognize that it was Shelley's poem."
[1] Literally means "love tiger oil" in Chinese


Tired of the rat race of the 21st century, Wang Jian transmigrates to 1980, hoping to start his life anew and seek his fortune. 
Now living as Kiryuu Kazuma, he inherits a family dojo in Katsushika District, Tokyo. Blessed with a cute younger sister, a spacious house, and absolute freedom after both of Kazuma's parents died, everything seems to bode well for Kazuma's new life. Soon, however, all kinds of problems start to surface. Unable to recruit any students for the dojo, the Kiryuu siblings find it hard to make ends meet. 
One day, they are horrified to find a dead rooster hanging outside their door. It is a death threat from a Yakuza syndicate, urging them to sell their dojo cheaply! What should Kazuma do? Please send help. It's urgent!
Never mind. Happiness is all that matters.
Now then, face the storm! 
Kazuma with his newfound cheat is invincible!

Wen Xinya was in the midst of browsing a magazine that was reporting about Xia Ruya's scandal. Bored out of her wits, she proceeded to look for Si Yiyan.
Si Yiyan was in the midst of a phone call, during which he spoke in Russian.
She could not help but find Russian to be an extremely refined and exquisite language, especially the way the words were mouthed and pronounced. She felt that Si Yiyan appeared much more classy and formidable whenever he spoke in Russian. He was stunning and suave.
He spoke each and every word with an inexplicable sexiness that never failed to tempt and allure her.
She could not help but recall "ЯтакжеотделаYanженщина," the Russian phrase that Si Yiyan had thought her. She murmured, "ЯтакжеотделаYanженщина." 
She had secretly practiced and recited the phrase repeatedly. However, regardless of how hard she tried, she could never speak it in a manner that was as refined as Si Yiyan did. She still sounded stiff, awkward and shy like a beginner.
She still remembered the day that she learned Russian from Si Yiyan and the numerous times that she repeated the phrase. She had even turned parched and thirsty. At last, she finally realized that the phrase meant "I'm Si Yiyan's woman!" 
She was infuriated.
At this moment, Si Yiyan ended the call and gazed at her intently. "I thought you had already forgotten about the Russian phrase that I taught you. Turns out you still remember how it goes. You've gotten much better at pronunciation. Seems like you've been practicing in your free time."
Blushing red with shyness, Wen Xinya glared at Si Yiyan and said, "I'm naturally smart and intelligent. I'm a fast learner too. Do I even need to practice in secret? You've belittled me."
Si Yiyan leaned closer towards her and said flirtatiously, "Recite it again! Will you?"
In fact, he was not asking a question at all. It seemed there was no way she could reject him. Pouting her lips, Wen Xinya said, "Sing to me in Russian and I'll recite the phrase again."
Staring at the glow in her eyes which resembled the stars in the sky, Si Yiyan said, "I can't sing in Russian, but… I do know a few romantic Russian poems. Would you like to hear me recite them?"
Wen Xinya's eyes lit up and she retorted teasingly. "I don't want to listen to them. Who knows which lover of yours has heard it before?"
Finding her to be extremely adorable, Si Yiyan asked, "You really don't want to hear it?"
"No, I don't." Wen Xinya insisted bitterly. 
Si Yiyan said, "You may not want to hear it, but I want to recite it!" 
Despite trying her best to press her lips together, Wen Xinya could not resist the urge to smile joyously.
Si Yiyan began reciting a romantic poem in a clear and refined voice.
You're the person I'm looking for, 
I only understand now, 
That you're what I want to pursue,
God gave me life, just so I could meet you and fall in love with you,
You've woven yourself into my soul, 
You've allowed me to transcend worldliness and put an end to my karma,
Regardless of whether I'm awake or dreaming, 
I want to be with you. 
I want to hold your shoulder gently 
and whisper into your ear.
I belong to you and you're my one and only. You're irreplaceable.
The exquisiteness of the Russian language made the romantic poem sound exceptionally beautiful and mesmerizing. Si Yiyan's voice sounded just like the alluring sounds of an ancient poem, clear and rhythmic, yet calm and irresistible. His voice was as clear as water. 
"I said I didn't want to hear it and yet you still recited it," Wen Xinya said deliberately. Although she did not understand what the poem meant, she could not help but blush shyly. Having lived through two lives, it was the first time that someone had ever read a romantic poem to her. It was a really effective courting trick. It was little wonder that young girls love showing off the love letters that they received.
Si Yiyan chuckled and teased. "Who said I was reading it to you? I read it for myself."
Wen Xinya glared at him in disgruntlement.
Si Yiyane said softly, "The title of this poem is 'You're The One I'm Searching For'. It's a very popular romantic poem in Russia."
He had chanced upon the romantic poem when he was reading a Russian book and hence, decided to memorize it because he felt like he could relate to it. 
Wen Xinya hurriedly whipped out her mobile phone and searched about the poem on the internet, in a bid to find out the meaning and significance behind the poem. Staring at the Mandarin translation of the poem, she began to turn as red as a tomato.
Si Yiyan asked softly, "Could you recite that Russian phrase that I had taught you previously?"
Blushing tremendously, Wen Xinya had no choice but to recite the phrase since Si Yiyan had already recited a few stanzas of the poem. She murmured, "ЯтакжеотделаYanженщина."
Si Yiyan gazed at her tenderly. 
Wen Xinya hurriedly tried to change the subject. "Si Yiyan, Xia Ruya has never been one to sit back and do nothing. What do you think she'll do about the matter this time?"
Xia Ruya was an extremely intelligent person who could get herself out of trouble and shrug all responsibility regardless of what happened. She would not be defeated by anything. She would never resign to fate and she could often find herself again quickly. A small spark was enough to rekindle the fire within her.
Si Yiyan smiled even wider. She had always left him out of her affairs. However, she had now begun discussing with him and seeking his opinion. "She'll struggle until she dies!" he answered. 
"Well, she's still going to die at the end of the day," Wen Xinya remarked nonchalantly. Xia Ruya is a smart person. She won't do such a foolish thing, will she!?!
Wen Xinya had had lots of scuffles with Xia Ruya, none of which she ever succeeded in harming the other. Hence, she was certain that Xia Ruya wouldn't be easily defeated.
To Xia Ruya, Wen Xinya was a tough nut to crack and almost impossible to defeat. Likewise, Wen Xinya also found it difficult to deal with Xia Ruya.
Si Yiyan chuckled and said, "Well, there is a difference. Those who struggle are those who choose to die willingly, whereas those who don't are often revered by many pious religious followers. They're incredibly respected." 
Wen Xinya said in enlightenment, "Well, they're just choosing to die with pride."
Xia Ruya had always valued her reputation more than anything else and struggling was the only option she had. However, Wen Xinya was uncertain about what Xia Ruya would pick.
Si Yiyan chuckled and said, "You're right, but no one would be willing to die in a horrendous manner. Keep your eyes peeled for the interesting show that's about to come on."
Wen Xinya nodded.


Originally born from a wealthy family, she ends up leading a vagrant life for fifteen years. However, when she is eventually found by her family, she falls into another devious plot and eventually dies tragically. 

Fifteen years after her rebirth, ravenously raging for revenge, she tears down the hypocritical mask of the foster daughter who had taken her place, and reduces her greedy stepmother and stepsister back to their original sorry states. 

To the jerk's profession of his deep love for her, she only has one thing to say, "Get the hell out of my life. The love you speak of humiliates love!" 

Regardless of the appearances of you monsters, I’ll take in it my stride with my capability, building a business dynasty of my own, sitting in the depths of my riches, bathing in the glistening limelight of the world. 

A certain rich empire's CEO: "Don't mind me. I'm just leaving my mark here to declaring my possession rights; I’ll wait patiently for you to grow up!" The queen's mighty return with commercial warfare fully within her grasp, she navigates the power struggles with skill and verve. When it comes to scheming conspiracies, all she has to say is, "Who are you again? Don’t even bother!"

Yarne woke up from his coma. He was in a dark prison, wearing a tattered prison uniform.
"What is this place?"
Yarne stood in stunned silence until he remembered that he got wasted in a bar the previous night, which ended in a one-night stand with a hot woman.
He remembered giving vent to his anger seven times, finally falling into a deep sleep as exhaustion took over him.
This kind of thing often happened as long as he had money to spend.
But this time was different. Instead of waking up on a big hotel bed, Yarne found himself in prison. 
Memories, both unfamiliar and unfamiliar, flashed through Yarne's mind. The surge was too much to bear; he fell to the ground, his head buried in his hands. 
"Simon Empire, runes, Prince Berg..."
"Did I actually transmigrate? Does this mean I'll be hanged tomorrow?"
Yarne stayed glued to his spot, even as the memories gradually started to make sense to him. 
Did he transmigrate just because he slept with a woman? Would such a worthless act lead to his hanging? The thought puzzled him.
Yarne sifted through to the memories in his mind. He understood that this was a runic world where people could possibly control magical runes with their minds and thus possess extraordinary abilities.
Each and every rune was shrouded in mystery.
Some runes allowed people to control the waves of the sea. Some runes allowed plants to grow unhampered. Some runes allowed people to possess powerful combat abilities. Some runes allowed people to summon lightning.
Those who could manipulate runes with their minds became rune masters.
In this world, rune masters had incomparably noble statuses, possessing endless wealth, land, servants, and more. Even the king of the Simon Empire had to kneel and bow down to these masters.
Not only did the rune masters possess an extremely high social status; they also possessed magical abilities. Even their lives were longer than those of ordinary civilians.
Everyone in this world wanted to become a rune master, including Yarne.
However, becoming a rune master was extremely difficult.
Controlling runes required deep meditation, which meant perfecting the pronunciation and mastering the meaning of the holy runes.
Just the pronunciation of runes was enough to give most people a headache.
Runes came from a long time ago. The language system of that time was completely different from the language system of today. Thousands of years had passed since the last rune masters existed
Over thousands of years, the prophets had come up with a million types of rune pronunciations. However, it was extremely difficult and time-consuming to find the correct pronunciation from the countless possibilities.
Some people spent their whole lives trying to find the corresponding pronunciation, only to fail miserably.
Therefore, people could only rely on instinct if they wanted to master runes.
This so-called instinct, to put it bluntly, relied on blind guesses.
With the blessing of the goddess of luck, a person could become a respected holy prose master by guessing the pronunciation of runes.
The odds of becoming a rune master were extremely rare.
For thousands of years, study after study was made, which led to the discovery of a method far more reliable than making guesses: Yin Xuan.
According to the Yin Xuan phenomenon, runes could assume seven different colors: red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple, just like a rainbow.
The different colors represented the accuracy of the pronunciation.
Red was the least accurate, and purple was the most.
A purple rune meant that it had been pronounced the way it was meant to be pronounced, just like in ancient times.
The Yin Xuan method established that runes turned into other colors if the pronunciation was not very accurate.
Purple runes were extremely rare and precious.
For thousands of years, tens of billions of humans walked the earth, but there were only a little more than a hundred purple runes.
But more difficult than coming up with the correct pronunciation was knowing the profound meaning of runes.
The profound meaning of runes could not be taught systematically like knowledge. One could only rely on personal comprehension to fathom what the runes really meant.
Some people would spend a lifetime racking their brains, only to perish without understanding the profound meaning of runes.
Becoming a rune master, then, was nearly impossible.
Although Yarne was occupying the body of a commoner, he had a rune in his brain.
This rune came from Yarne's family, who was once very glorious and great. The precious purple rune has been passed down for generations.
The family had since fallen, but they had been very careful to protect the rune, afraid that it would fall into other hands. However, an elder in the family accidentally leaked this information when he was drunk. Prince Berg of the Simon Empire found out about the rune and vowed to claim it for himself.
Prince Berg's methods were very cruel. He would not stop until he could get his hands on whatever he wanted. 
Whoever dared go against his will was brutally killed.
Yarne's family possessed the most precious purple runes in the world.
Everyone in the family had been killed, succumbing to Prince Berg's cruelty. Everything was now down to Yarne, the sole survivor and the only person who knew the whereabouts of the purple runes.
Yarne was brutally tortured, forced to give up the runes.
But Yarne's willpower was unyielding. Even though he was being cruelly tortured, he didn't say a word.
Prince Berg lost his patience and threatened to hang Yarne if the latter didn't hand over the rune the next day.
"Damn you, Berg!"
Yarne was furious. He thought about how he had been living a blissful life in the developed modern city, and how he had suddenly become a prisoner. Moreover, he would be hanged by Berg.
How could Yarne, who had the soul of a modern man, accept the current situation? He wanted nothing more than to rush out and kill Berg.
"Argh!" Yarne huffed.
He was in an enclosure with solid rock walls on all three sides. There wasn't even a window! How could he escape?
At this moment, a notification that sounded like one from a game suddenly rang in Yarne's mind. "The super search system is starting...."


"Lugh woke up to find that he had transmigrated to a hundred million years later.
Earth was now in the midst of a magical era, where mages were icons of nobility, commanding the energies of the world and unleashing devastating spells. Despite his transmigration, Lugh realized that he was a piece of trash when it came to magic, but just as he was giving up on being a mage, he realized in shock that the world’s magics were written in English! 
Unimaginable power could be obtained when the incantations are read. Saying Thousandfold Meditation accelerated training by ten thousand times, allowing one to reach the level of Archwizard in a single day.
Likewise, saying Super Flame Dragon would conjure a divine dragon of flames that stood ten thousand meters tall, while Billion Thunderbolts  would summon dark clouds, with a billion thunderbolts descending upon a target in the blink of an eye.
Hence, with this special talent, Lugh became the youngest God of Mystics in the era of magic under a year! "


"Good morning class." A red-haired woman with green eyes and a big smile greeted her students, it's been almost a year since she started to teach in this school now, she only speaks in English to her students to have them quickly get used to it, but when necessary she will speak in fluent Japanese. "Today we have a new student that will join us, please greet Otosaka Yu." Amanda smiled as she politely introduced Yu, who could barely understand the things she was saying, he smiled, but if someone could see the corner of his mouth twitch as he was trying to keep his perfect smile and his 'Ikeman' or hot guy persona.

"N-nice to meet you. My name is Otosaka Yu." Yu spoke in broken English, which was very bad, but hey! At least he is trying. "Okay class, sit down now as we will recap everything that happened this last week." Amanda smiled, she liked this job because she could torture her students, you see, being an experiment changes someone. While Maw became an angsty man, Kevin became a masochist, she became a sadist. She smiled as her students groaned in annoyance as they had to repeat some things they did last week. "Now now... We have a new student with us, so he must have the... honor... to do it right?" She smiled as Yu froze, everyone moved their eyes and looked at Yu, smiling. They were happy to see someone else suffering from the same fate as them.

"W-what?" Yu asked as cold sweat ran down his whole body. "W-what do I have to do?" Amanda smiled, Yu had a very bad feeling about this. "Oh... All you have to do is read this out loud, and if your pronunciation is slightly off... Then everyone will have to read it out loud, in the same pace, tone, and speed." Amanda's smile grew wider as the pressure under Yu's shoulders grew heavier and heavier, suddenly it was broken by the slap of a book on the teacher's desk. It was an English book that he was familiar with... [Memento Mori].

One day, a month ago or so, his "uncle" sent him this book with a letter telling him to read this book out loud to practice, which he simply didn't do that much. He did it for, like, five days before he gave up and forgot about the book? Yeah, approximately 4 to 5 days. 

[Memento Mori] was a thick book, full of poems and letters to humanity as to remember that death is inevitable and that everything one day has to end. Be it life or even death itself. The book speaks about immortality, curses, pain, sadness, and death as the main theme, but there are other tales and poems such as the poem that he had to read. Named [Gardens of Elysium]

"Where the good souls rest."

"Where the Lethe lay nest."

"Where the waters are deep."

"Deep enough to sink."

"In the ocean of memories."

"In the camps of love."

"In the canopies of forgotten miseries."

"Where the heroes lie down to sleep."

"Where rest is enough to keep."

"Keep the memories away, if you take a sip."

"A sip from Lethe, river of forgetfulness."

"Or you may remember, restless. 

"So take a sip, take a dip. Till there's no more residue."

"From the river that flows through the gardens, the gardens of Elysium."

"The garden made for the good soul."

"Where the good souls rest"

(A/N: The poem above is written by myself.)

Yu's reading was somewhat smooth as he had read this poem before, he was nervous that he would mess it up and everyone would have to read it too, this would make him the hated kid in the class! As he finished reading the poem, he closed the book and sat down as the students were sincerely surprised, even Amanda was. She expected him to be nervous and read it wrong so she can have the whole class read it again, as she did last week. But this was good enough for now, she just nodded and resumed her lessons like nothing happened at all.

-Scene Break-

When class ended, Yu was greeted by Nao Tomori and Jojiro Takajo, both of them invited him to the student council room. And by invited I mean forced him to come, when he entered the room... There they were, three teachers, standing there in the middle of the room, not suspicious at all. "So... What's happening here?" Yu asked as he looked at the teachers, he knew only two of them, the blond guy and the red-haired woman, but this guy... Who's this guy, he has grey hair and great eyes, he looks more like a wolf than a human, his whole body gives this feeling of being in the presence of s predator. "From now on you are a member of the student council too. You see, this school was built to protect those who have powers from becoming experiments." Tomori answered.

Yu almost snickered, becoming experiment? Isn't that just a thing that happens in movies? And how the hell would they find him? 

"I know what you're thinking." Suddenly, the wolf-man said, his grey eyes locking on Yu's brown eyes. "It is in the lines of 'Isn't that just a thing that happens in movies? And how the hell would they find me?' right?" Yu was truly shocked, does this guy know how to read minds!? "No. i can't read minds... I can read bodies and reactions. The body reacts to every thought, emotion, or even a blink can mean more than a thousand words." The man smirked, it was a wolfish smile and Yu could see the man's canines and they were big... Bigger than a normal human. "But let me tell you something, you will be part of this council because there is no other option. To keep you safe, this school safe. All you need to do is investigate rumors of people using their abilities, so you may reach out to them and warn them, or even capture them if necessary." 

The man locked eyes with the other two teachers in the room, he smiled softly and said: "So you may not become an experiment too." Yu soon understood... This man was an experiment... "You would be lucky to end up like them," Tomori said, from behind him. "My brother still hasn't recovered." Yu was about to say something when the doors swung open and another student entered the room. Yu was shocked and jump scared by the student, who was soaking wet. He ignored everyone around him and pointed towards the table when he was near it, his hand just above the map on the table. When he suddenly said: "Power: X-Ray." After saying that, he left.

Yu looked around as everyone didn't find it strange at all and were looking at the table. "It seems like you have another mission." The blond guy smiled as Tomori sighed and Takajo smiled. Yu could do nothing but follow, as it was the rules, and he would be expelled if he didn't cooperate.

When you die and are selected to the [Afterlife Battle Royal] to fight again everything hag has died at the same time as you to the death again just to get the chance to have another life...

I was selected and won.

I got to spin the wheel of powers once, but luck was by my side because of what I got:

[Superior Adaptability] 

X-x-X

This novel's main character is gay.

He will be in a relationship with another man, I repeat, he likes guys.

So if you are not interested then bye.

Also, I've never seen a multiverse story with a gay main character or an LGBTQ+ main character in any crossover/anime world, so I decided to write my own. This will be no harem for I am terrible at writing those!

Also, the main romance is going to be introduced later on, I have decided on who to put my little gremlin hands on.

Slow-paced (I am serious)

Also, romance isn't the focus of the 1st world because I want to have a plot.

In the room.

Complete silence.

In fact, they had not even prepared the second question. They planned to brush Zhang Ye off with the first, but now under these circumstances, the eight interviewers looked at each other without knowing how to give a score. According to the on-the-spot performance, giving this young man a hundred points was necessary. No, it wasn't too much to give 200!

He had read it in ten seconds? Recited more than 900 words off script?

What sort of godly person could do this?

Previously, the interviewers thought Zhang Ye was an idiot for not having any expression. However, apparently it was because he was extremely confident. He had never found the thousand words a problem. Correspondingly, it was them, as interviewers, who were idiots!

However, if they were to give Zhang Ye a perfect score, then it was equivalent to hiring him. This young man's written test results may have passed, but it was not outstanding amongst the more than 20 people. The differences between the candidates weren't huge, so the interview was the best way to differentiate them. 80 points was a very high score, so giving a perfect score meant that he would definitely be ranked in the top two amongst the more than 20 people. Unfortunately, Zhang Ye's qualifications were not acceptable to them. His looks were too average and even a radio host who usually does not need to show his face would still need to show his face occasionally. For example, there would be activities or public appearances. If his looks did not make the cut, it would affect the listeners after they saw him. Hence, good looks and a tall height were essential.

Li Honglian was in a dilemma, "Old Zhao?"

Zhao Guozhou sighed and said earnestly to Zhang Ye, "Little Zhang, we can tell from the written interview that you are a rare talent. Furthermore, you are a specialized course graduate. We should greatly welcome you, and indeed that is the case. However, you...chose the wrong profession. I do not need to talk about your looks. I assume your college professors have given you advice on that matter. The radio profession is like that. How about this? I'll give you a backdoor and we don't need to have the second interview question. There are many positions in our radio station. As long as it’s a behind-the-scenes position and not a host, you can choose any of them. I will pass you immediately. Bring your things tomorrow and report for work. If you want to go down the road of being a host, then it is really not easy. Think through my words." 

Without a second thought, Zhang Ye said, "Teacher, thank you for your kindness. I know my qualifications make my path arduous. However, I only want to apply to be a broadcasting host." This was his insistence on his dreams. If he were willing to switch to another job, Zhang Ye would have done so long ago. He would not have remained jobless to this day.

Zhao Guozhou waved his hand. This kid sure didn't listen to advice.

Li Honglian also smacked her lips, "Are you sure? Let me give you a warning. The second interview question is harder than the first. It's almost impossible for you to pass. Young lad, it's not that we are purposely making it difficult for you. Interviews are like that. We give a question of appropriate difficulty according to the candidate's qualifications. Your qualifications really can't pass the threshold needed for a broadcasting host. That's why our questions are correspondingly harder. As such, you need to have far more outstanding talent in order to mask the qualifications you lack. I advise you to think over Director Zhao's words."

Wasn't this making it difficult?

You are intentionally making it difficult!

Zhang Ye was a very stubborn man, and insisted, "There is no need to think about it further. Please give your second question."

Li Honglian was exasperated at his failure to be reasonable. She shook her head and was also angry. "Alright, I am in charge of the foreign language channel. There are many English-speaking talents in the station, but we are lacking a person with talent in Russian. This recruiter was originally hoping to get someone who had a basic foundation in Russian. If you can compose a modern poem in Russian that makes us satisfied, then I'll give you full marks for the interview!"

Russian?

He still needed to compose a poem in Russian?

Zhao Guozhou looked sideways at Li Honglian and did not make a sound. It was a tacit consent.

The other interviewers had different expressions on their faces. Zhang Ye had showcased something that had left them speechless. They knew Zhang Ye was someone with ability, but not having good looks in the broadcasting host profession was a lethal blow. Except for a very few people with extremely outstanding talent, very few people could break through this situation. Hence, it could be seen from the second question that Li Honglian was not giving Zhang Ye an inkling of a chance. Russian?  Zhang Ye's resume was right in front of them. The foreign language listed there was only English. That was the only foreign language taught in the university. He wasn't in a foreign language major and, even if he was in a specialized class, a teacher would not be so free as to teach Russian! Without knowing this language, there was no reason to even mention composing poems. If you couldn't even speak it, how could you compose it?

Zhang Ye had already expected that the second question would not be easy, but he never expected it to be of such difficulty. Not a single chance was given to him. And it was in Russian? Zhang Ye wasn't even good at English. He had barely passed the basic eligibility test for graduation, so how could he know some bullsh*t Russian!? Damn it, I have a harder path ahead, just because I'm not good looking? And I need to suffer such unfair treatment and torture? What are you basing it on? What are you basing your decision on that makes you think I can’t make the cut? Why would no one give me a chance? I want fairness! Is that so hard?

Li Honglian's nails were tinkling on her tea cup. "The poem needs to be an original work of yours. Do not read the famous works of the famous Chen Tianmo or Wells. I'm looking at your language skills and also your literature knowledge. These are all related. Begin."

And it had to be an original poem? Another interviewer was even thinking, "What's the point of carrying on? Just get the next person. Even a person who professionally does Russian would not be able to use Russian to compose a poem, much less a person who doesn't know Russian!

Chen Tianmo?

Wells?

Who are they? Why does it sound familiar?

Zhang Ye suddenly recalled. Chen Tianmo was someone he caught a glimpse of when he searched the internet. He was now one of the most famous poets in the country. In the altered world, Zhang Ye's Xu Zhimo poem collection by the window sill had changed into Chen Tianmo's! He had nearly forgotten that this world no longer had Xu Zhimo or Pushkin. Replacing them were this world's poets and works he had never seen before. Zhang Ye finally refocused and had a brilliant flash in his mind. If he had never seen the poems in this world, then this world would definitely not have seen the famous poems of his world!

Zhao Guozhou was slightly sympathetic and added on, "Little Zhang, it's not too late to regret now. My offer still stands. You don't have to take the second question's test. I will arrange for a behind-the-scenes position for you."

Don't take the test?

Why should I not take the test?

Zhang Ye was already fed up. They had made it difficult for him so many times. Were they even done yet? You want an original poem in Russian? Sure! I'll create a poem today just for you! I don't know Russian? So what! Zhang Ye had never learned Russian, but that did not mean he didn't know Russian poems! Were these two sentences contradictory? It was completely not in conflict. Back in his college days, the broadcasting major teachers would create all sorts of difficult problems to train them. For example, Zhang Ye clearly remembered one from the second semester of his third year. Their vocal teacher had brought a Russian pronunciation recording of a famous Russian prose to force Zhang Ye and company to memorize it. Zhang Ye and his classmates found it torturous and took a month before they memorized it. Those days were like a nightmare. But only after memorizing it did Zhang Ye understand his teacher's intentions. His speaking ability and memory had greatly increased. This way of memorizing something not through understanding the meaning behind the words, but directly through the words themselves was very taxing. It was likely that all those who came from the specialized class had such a training experience.

"If you can't do it, let's get the next person." Li Honglian began to chase him away as she flipped to the next resume.

Zhang Ye recalled his Year 3's basic skills and said, "Is prose okay?"

"Prose?" Li Honglian was dumbfounded. You want to do prose? This was even harder than normal modern poems. Furthermore, it was a foreign language’s prose. To Li Honglian, this was on a completely different level of difficulty. She was the only person present who knew Russian. But when she encountered prose, Li Honglian would find it extremely difficult to read it, let alone compose a poem. This Little Zhang sure was good at raising the stakes. "If you want to choose to do the harder prose, I will not stop you. As long as it's an original Russian poem, any theme would do."

"Alright." After he said that, Zhang Ye closed his eyes and stayed silent. He was adjusting his mood.

"Are you done?"

"Why aren't you beginning?"

"Forget it. You haven't even learned Russian. Come again next time for an interview."

"Can you stop wasting our time? There are still others waiting behind you. Go back. Your qualifications are really lacking for a broadcasting host!"

After not getting a response for a long time, the interviewers became more impatient. They began nagging. None of them believed he could speak Russian. Wasn't this a joke!?

As they spoke with doubt and sarcasm, Zhang Ye sounded out from his diaphragm as his eyes opened. The first sentence he said left all the interviewers present gaping!

"Песня-о-буревестнике，Над-седой-равниной-моря-ветер-тучи-собирает，Между-тучами-и-морем-гордо-реет-Буревестник，черной-молнии-подобный."

"Ah?"

"He really could speak it?"

"What language was that?"

Zhao Guozhou’s eyes glazed over as he looked back at Li Honglian, "Old Li? This is?"

The other interviewers stared back at Director Li. They, too, knew that Director Li knew Russian.

But as they looked over, they saw Li Honglian's eyes staring larger than them. Without a word, everyone knew instantly!

What the f**k!

You can even speak Russian!?

Zhang Ye began speaking faster and faster. In his voice, it was mixed with pride and apathetic emotion. This was because this poem needed to be recited with such emotions!

Gorky's "The Song of the Stormy Petrel"!

This was a Russian poem that everyone in his world knew. It was even in middle school textbooks. This poem was also precisely expressing the emotions Zhang Ye was feeling at the moment. He recited it with glee. The last sentence was especially nearly shouted out by him!

"Пусть-сильнее-грянет-буря!"

The poem was done!

Everyone turned silly!


Zhang Ye was originally a mundane college graduate with aspiring dreams to become a star, but unfortunately has below average looks and height. However one day, he woke up and suddenly found himself in a parallel world! 
It’s like the same world, but wait a minute…many brands, celebrities and even famous works from his world changed and are gone in this new world! Armed with the profound literary knowledge of his previous world and a heaven-defying Game Ring that gives him magical items, stats and skills, Zhang Ye embarks on a journey to pursue his life-long dream of becoming famous!
Follow Zhang Ye as he takes the new world by storm, one plagiarized piece at a time, to hilarious reactions!

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