Humanity has reached the point where they have created a digital world to retire to. A games company made the prototype, and as such it works as a video game would. Our heroes are the digital bodies of four friends left behind by their owners in this prototype world. It's been a pretty enjoyable existence, but now glitches are appearing and unleashing dangerous programs. Our heroes are the ones chosen to investigate and combat these programs.

After Du Ang left, Fang Zhao examined his office carefully.
Apart from his office desk and mini-computer, the most glaring items were a row of bookcases.
Very few people read physical books these days, but there were still a few. Some folks liked to go retro, others liked the look and feel of paper.
The bookshelves in the office held up to some 10,000 volumes. Some of them looked new, some were dog-eared from repeated use. Perhaps it was the improvement of paper quality, but Fang Zhao didn’t see any damaged pages. Or maybe the damaged books had already been replaced with new ones.
Who knew how many department heads the bookshelves had survived.
Fang Zhao scanned the collection. Most of the books were about virtual idols, including volumes covering the history of virtual idols, technological advancements in the field, and aesthetic design.
"Virtual Idols and Their Cultural Characteristics," "The Aesthetics of the Virtual Idol Body," "Emotional Expression in the Virtual Idol," "An Introduction to the Reg Dimension," and so on.
Fang Zhao picked a book about the cultural development of virtual idols and began reading in his office chair.
The office was much nicer than his surroundings on the black street. There were no distractions. He had enough light with the window open; he didn’t need to turn on a light.
Browsing the book, Fang Zhao could sense how far along the entertainment industry had come. The virtual revolution began in the 206th year of the New Era, when the so-called "father of virtual idols" invented the "Reg Dimension," which launched virtual idols onto the big stage. The open competition between real celebrities and virtual idols marked the pinnacle of the virtual age.
"After the apocalypse, the world economy recovered rapidly. Technological advancements proliferated, among them the advent of digital technology, which converted all available data into a digital format and created a new sensory experience that encompassed sight, smell, and other human senses. Through certain algorithms and procedures, the digital revolution also paved the way for images, texts, sounds, and physical shapes that didn’t exist in the real world."
"Virtual forms derived from digital technology are a by-product of mankind’s visual era. They crossed over from the virtual world to appear life-like in front of regular people, dazzling audiences on screen and injecting life into convention centers. The Reg Dimension is undoubtedly a ground-breaking invention.
Fang Zhao was fascinated by the book’s overview of the Reg Dimension.
The Reg Dimension was a virtual world, an application blending physics and computer science, invented by the New Era’s so-called "father of virtual idols," Reg Smith, 300 years ago. Virtual idols were created with this program.
Three hundred years ago, Reg Smith revolutionized virtual technology with the invention of the Reg Dimension, which enabled future digital artists to craft better and more realistic virtual forms.
The Reg Dimension encompassed billions of colors, overcoming the limitations of digital projection, making the movement of virtual idols smoother and more natural. Regardless of vantage point, they looked like real humans when beamed into life.
To quote the book: "The creation of a virtual idol is the process of creating an image in the virtual world and breathing life into it."
Virtual idols born into the Reg Dimension were refreshed by new ideas digital artists brought to the table and advancements in digital technology.
In the past 300 years, virtual technology has gone through countless upgrades that have perfected the virtual idol, but all these breakthroughs were built on the foundation of the Reg Dimension. You could say the Reg Dimension was the cornerstone of virtual technology.
Reg Smith created the Reg Dimension, laying the groundwork for the golden age of virtual idols, but 300 years later, Reg Smith and the golden age were long gone. That wasn't the program’s fault. The key was human talent.
Human expertise was the driving force behind the Reg Dimension, the "hand of god" that shaped virtual idols.
If he had the choice, Fang Zhao would've loved to time travel to 300 years ago and see the golden age of virtual idols for himself, the period so well-documented in books and film. Footage wouldn’t leave as deep of an impression as the real thing.
Back in the real world, Fang Zhao had a problem on his hands. He could find the technical expertise, but first he had to decide what his virtual idol would look like.
The book said, "In the Reg Dimension, you’re an artist with a pencil or a sculptor with a chisel, ready to bring your dreams to life."
Fang Zhao’s dilemma: what would he draw or sculpt if he had a pen or chisel?
Just as Fang Zhao was deep in thought, he had visitors—three of them, no less.
The head of the arrangement department, Ya Erlin, operations head Julian, and the head of back office operations, Bu Lai, showed up together.
"Geez, what a rare sight it is to see someone on this floor again." Ya Erlin raised his seemingly boneless finger and pointed at the corners of the office. "It’s still too empty."
"No worries. It’s Fang Zhao, right?" The head of back office operations, Bu Lai, assumed a paternal tone. "I’ll have a sofa shipped over tomorrow. Let me know if you need anything else. As long as it’s not too much trouble, I’ll take care of it."
"Don’t be a stranger with Bu Lai. He’s got tons of funding. Siphon off a little and you can take care of things," Julian joked.
The trio were curious about the project. They also felt that it was poor form to assign such a dead-end project to a newcomer, not to mention the newcomer who performed the best in the new talent contest. Wasn’t this hazing?
Even though they felt bad, they would never take on the project themselves. All Bu Lai was offering was to throw some resources his way. They didn’t want to touch the project itself.
"Fang Zhao, I know your expertise is composition. How much do you know about virtual idols?" Julian asked.
When it came to their age, Fang Zhao was much older than even Bu Lai, the oldest of the group, but he was trapped in a young body. Sensing their patronizing attitude, Fang Zhao didn’t take the conversation seriously. As for Julian’s question, Fang Zhao pondered and said, "Virtual idols are like Xun Huai and Fei Lisi."
The three department heads went silent for several seconds. That was a tough comment to follow up on.
After a while, Julian joked, "Don’t set your bar too high, young man. Otherwise you’ll be disappointed.
Everyone knew the other two Big Three companies excelled at producing virtual idols, especially Tongshan True Entertainment. Anyone they launched drew tens of millions of fans. Xun Huai was another success. They had even started putting him in movies, which meant he would become even more popular. The two-bit virtual idols of Silver Wing were no match.
"There’s no need to set your sights on Xun Huai and Fei Lisi. Ai, just do your best. If you fail, we won’t blame you," Bu Lai said with a sigh.
Hovering in the horizon, Ya Erlin rolled his eyes. Sure, they wouldn’t blame Fang Zhao, but the higher ups were a different story.
"Do the three of you have favorite virtual idols?"
"Of course." Ya Erlin was about to say something but pretended to laugh instead. "That was so long ago. It’s not worth mentioning."
Fang Zhao shifted his gaze to Julian and Bu Lai. The two of them weren’t in a sharing mood either.
"We were just concerned. Fang Zhao, we gotta get back to work." Bu Lai waved and headed out.
"I should get going too."
"Me too."
Julian and Ya Erlin followed suit. Barely out the door, Ya Erlin was glad he had stopped his train of thought. If he said too much and Fang Zhao created a virtual idol based on his ideas, he would be blamed for the failed project too.
"Thank God I caught myself. Thank God."
After the three department heads left, Fang Zhao was just a few more pages into his book when another person showed up.
The new arrival was about 30. His beard was a mess and his palm-length hair resembled a mop. There was a mark on his face, probably made when he fell asleep on his desk. This was the lone staffer Du Ang had mentioned.
"How are you? I’m Zu Wen, a technician in the virtual idol department."
"I’m Fang Zhao, the new producer." Fang Zhao signaled Zu Wen to find himself a chair.
Zu Wen pulled up a chair casually and sat down, legs spread. "I know about you. The whole department has heard."
Fang Zhao knew his new reputation didn’t stem from the new talent contest. Even though the competition was important to newcomers, it wasn't not so important to other staffers. He had an idea where his newfound renown derived from.
The whole company knew that the virtual idol project had been dumped onto a newcomer from the composition department. It was a hot topic on internal message boards. A techie like Zu Wen had to be up to date.
"So we’re the only two people left on the project?" Fang Zhao asked.
"Yep, it’s just us two," Zu Wen responded lackadaisically. "There used to be three more people. They applied for transfers this morning when they heard you were assigned to the project."
So before Fang Zhao’s arrival, the virtual idol department hadn’t been gutted entirely. There were four staffers this morning. The department hadn’t had a manager since last year’s project failed. The last department head/producer was still hospitalized. Word has it he took the failure hard and was mired in deep depression. He’d been resting in the hospital since. No one knew exactly how he was doing.
Since they didn’t have a boss, the staffers behaved like carefree shepherds, signing in and then napping and gaming until the workday was over. Their pay wasn’t great, but it didn’t require much effort.
After word spread that the department was being revived, the three staffers fled.
"Why did you decide to stay?" Fang Zhao asked. "How come everyone else left and you decided to stay?"
"I didn’t transfer in time," Zu Wen said with a yawn. "I fell asleep writing my transfer application. I just woke up."
Fang Zhao: "…..."
No wonder Du Ang didn’t lash out at Zu Wen when he caught him napping. He was probably afraid that he would scare off the final employee.
Zu Wen kept yawning. Fang Zhao suddenly asked, "You follow any pop stars?"
"You mean the virtual idols that are active on the internet these days?"
"Yes, but older ones count too."
"If that’s the case, no." Zu Wen flashed his white teeth. "Because I’m a Reg Dimension technician.
Fang Zhao remembered reading in his book that most Reg Dimension technicians shared the same mindset: I only worship the idols I create. The existing pop idols on the market were created by others. My idol has to be the product of my own imagination.


"Every time background music plays in my head, I feel like there is nothing to be afraid of." —Fang Zhao
Toward the end of the apocalyptic period, Fang Zhao lost his life. However, instead of dying, he found himself 500 years later in the body of a young and aspiring composer who shared the same name. Having received a second chance at life, Fang Zhao sets out to achieve the previous owner's dreams.
Armed with the experience of living through an apocalyptic age and his profession as a composer before that period, Fang Zhao uses his talent, wits, and knowledge to make his mark in the entertainment industry of the future.

Alex was walking to the library. He had a strong love for thriller books. He always find time to read, even under hectic workdays. The library was just one block away from his office. So, he visited it on a daily basis and borrowed books often. As usual, he entered the library to greet the librarian, who was a very friendly man. But, he was nowhere to be seen today. Instead a young lady occupies the librarian's chair. 
Alex felt awkward, because he waved to the seat as usual, but today, the person on the seat was a lady that he didn't know. Catherine was at first surprised to see a stranger waving at her like he knew her well. Then, she understood what happened, by the look on Alex's face. He had a sheepish look on his face. Anyway, he walked up to the lady and asked "Is Martin on leave today? ". "No, he was transferred from here. It was unexpected. And, I'm the new librarian ", she replied with charm. "Oh, I didn't knew that! Why would he be transferred, all of a sudden? ", Alex questioned politely. "Well, this is a government library. They do such things more often here. Only god knows, what is in their minds" she chuckled. Alex smiled and extended his hands to her "I'm Alex, one of your daily faces". "I'm Catherine. Pleasure meeting you", she replied.
Alex was impressed by her. A good-looking and charming young lady. He went on to his world of thriller books. As usual, he started choosing a book. Presently, he was into Dan Brown books. Such a classy writer! Alex always thought about the work, the writer should've done, inorder to complete the book. And he felt Dan Brown outruns most of the authors in that aspect. He took out Digital Fortress from the collection and went over to his usual seat, near the glass window.
After spending an hour on the book, he went to the librarian to request a borrowal, before leaving. Catherine grinned at him. "Where are you from? ", Alex asked her. "I live nearby, just 5 blocks from here", she replied. "Oh, I thought you were transferred from a long way to here", Alex said. "No, I'm new to the profession. And I was lucky enough to grab an opportunity in this library", she answered his doubt. "Ok. I would like to borrow this book...", Alex continued and took a few minutes to leave the library. He discovered a newfound liking for Catherine. He found her extremely beautiful and charming. Alex walked back home, thinking about Digital Fortress, but with intervening thoughts of Catherine from time to time.

A working man tackling some twisting situations that unfold in front of him, when he discovers that his wife is in an affair with someone. 
Alex works as the senior hacker in one of the most famous private intelligence agency. His wife Catherine seems to have an affair with a random guy, Steve. Or, that is what it seems to be happening. Alex is a brilliant guy, who faces his problems wisely. He finds that Steve targeted him, by using his wife as a bait. 
Why is Steve targeting Alex? Who is Steve? What about the affair? Find out the answers by diving into this thriller- pool!?



As soon as Zhang Zian came to the third floor, he saw the back of Meng Li in the central reading area.

The library was as warm as spring. Meng Li took off his woolen coat, folded it neatly, and put it beside him. Leaning comfortably against the back of a chair, he was reading a book in a foreign language about the popularization of science.

With fewer readers on the third floor, it was much quieter than on the second floor. After all, there were few readers who could read books in foreign languages ​​without any obstacles.

Zhang Zian did not disturb Meng Li. He continued doing what he did on the second floor, by holding his cell phone to search every corner on the third floor. Still, there was no trace of the elfin. 

He would be lying if he said he was not dejected at all. His previous assumption was that the elfin was most likely to be found in the Hall of the Ancient Books, followed by the Hall of the Books in Chinese, and the Hall of the Books in Foreign Languages. The fourth floor and fifth floor, which he hadn't been to, was the Newspaper and Periodicals Reading Room and the Digital Reading and Exchange Area, respectively. Could the elfin appear in those two places?

He had left the pet shop so hastily that he didn't even drink any water. Coupled with the anxiety in his heart, Zhang Zian felt thirsty at this moment. 

Drinking fountains and paper cups were provided on each floor in the library, and readers had access to them freely. Zhang Zian went to pour himself a cup of water. Leaning against the wall, he pondered as he drank the water.

His gaze fell on the row of a shelf that was nearest to him. There was a book at the edge of the fourth level of the shelf. 

"Modern genetics ..."

He could basically understand the English title of this book. It was called Modern Genetics: An Analysis from Gene to Surface.

Zhang Zian pretentiously told Meng Li that he was currently studying modern genetics. Even if he was not able to capture the elfin this time, he could not allow Meng Li to look down on him. Hence, he squeezed the empty paper cup and threw it into the trash can, and then walked to the shelf and pulled out that book. Placing that book under his armpit, he turned around and went to the fourth floor. 

There were less than five readers on the fourth floor. In this era of information explosion, apart from researchers majoring in modern history or compiling the local chronicles, who else would come all the way to read the outdated newspapers and periodicals in the public library?

Elves may come from books, but never come from newspapers and magazines, because newspapers and magazines were fast moving consumer goods which did not possess the innate conditions to be circulated widely in the long run.

Having said that, Zhang Zian should never ignore the slightest possibility. He patiently searched for the elfin among rows of shelves. As expected, nothing was found, and his valuable time was wasted.  

He doubted himself at this moment. Had he omitted some rows of shelves on the second or third floor? But it was impossible for him to neglect any row, because he was searching strictly according to the index number of the shelves. 

However, the elfin may be constantly moving among the bookshelves.

If that was the case, it was practically impossible for him to capture the elfin. He was not good at playing hide-and-seek.

The only floor he hadn't visited was the fifth floor … the Digital Reading and Exchange Area. The readers could read electronic books and communicate with each other on the fifth floor.

The electronic books available to readers on the fifth floor were converted from the physical books from the second to the fourth floor. Readers tended to find the books they wanted to read on the fifth floor, and then went to retrieve the physical books downstairs. If the physical books had been borrowed by others, the readers could also read the sample chapters of the electronic versions of the books on the fifth floor.

However, there was no reason why the elfin would appear on the fifth floor, right?

In any case, Zhang Zian came to the fifth floor to finish his quest.

The fifth floor of the library was more like a computer lab at a school or an internet café. Unlike the rows of bookshelves on the other four floors, rows of computers were neatly arranged in the central area, while the positions in front of the wall were surrounded by several pieces of futuristic, large-screen, digital terminal equipment with touch function.

What was beyond Zhang Zian's expectation was that the number of readers on the fifth floor were more than the number of readers on the second through the fourth floor in total. And most of the readers on this floor were young people in their twenties or thirties. 

In addition to young people, there were a few elderly people on the fifth floor. They were all sitting in front of the digital terminals and touching the screens to conveniently browse the e-books and the electronic version of the newspaper of the day. The screens of the digital terminals were so large that they could read the text on the newspaper clearly without wearing reading glasses.

Without bookshelves, Zhang Zian could see the fifth floor more clearly. He raised his cell phone and glanced around, then his heart sank immediately. What the f**k was going on? There was no trace of the elfin on the fifth floor either!

He was inevitably anxious and restless due to his fruitless quest. Standing there, he was wondering if there was any place he had neglected. Of course, he couldn't get into such places as the offices for library staff, women's bathrooms, and the rooftop, so those places didn't count. Other than that, he had searched every floor. Could this elfin really be in the Hall of the Ancient Books?

Just then, his shoulder was patted gently. "Young man?"

Zhang Zian was suddenly brought back to reality from contemplation. He looked back and saw that an old man on crutches was standing behind him. The elderly man, who was in his seventies or eighties, seemed very kind. His hair had gone gray but was combed neatly. His clothes were of old style but very clean. Judging from his appearance, he must be a decent elderly. 

"Grandpa, what's the matter?" Zhang Zian asked.

"Young man, do you have time? Can you do me a favor by teaching me how to read books on this computer?" The old man smiled and said, "Everyone seems busy reading and only you are standing, so I emboldened myself to ask you. You can ignore me if you are busy."

Zhang Zian had noticed the old man while he was searching for the elfin on the fifth floor. Unlike other elderly people who were operating the digital terminals in front of the wall, or the young people who were reading e-books in front of computers, this old man was standing and looking around blankly. Zhang Zian thought he was looking for someone.

On the entire fifth floor, only Zhang Zian and this old man were standing. No wonder he would ask Zhang Zian for help. 

Normally, teaching the elderly to read on computers was very easy; but currently, Zhang Zian's time was extremely valuable because the elfin may disappear at any minute. It's self-evident that the latter matter was more important, and Zhang Zian had sufficient reason to refuse to help the old man. 

However, the old man's humble tone and earnest eyesight prevented Zhang Zian from decisively rejecting him. Before he had asked Zhang Zian for help, he must have hesitated for a long time and had been turned down by many people.

Even if he went downstairs to continue searching for the elfin, he may have eventually found it in the Hall of the Ancient Books. Zhang Zian believed that he would inevitably feel uneasy if he refused the request of the elderly right now.

He remembered the story of the world of the imagined landscape as told by Famous, as well as the earnest inculcation from Old Time Tea..." Doing good deeds without asking for reward; never forget why you embarked on your journey, and your mission can be accomplished eventually."

So, Zhang Zian dropped his obsession of capturing the elfin.


1. Download a suspicious game
2. Catch a few magical pets as partners
3. Go through interesting daily routines and lead the pet shop to a whole new level

Razor zaloxio , 80 years old and with Skinny body was accountant who was virgin loser without wife or family. his family was Killed in Zombie horde . He was totally, failure in his Studies, you can call him as otaku with bad habit which totally make his whole life in mess. But his life change when he get contract with time spirit book. With help of book he get to return in his past self. For reading next part we have to read about his past life first. From his birth to end life, what he do. Let's read. 
Now lets check about his life.
from 1 to 14 years of his life [(at thus stage mana start fusing to world - 2%) ]  , he was totally normal kid like everyone. But after reaching 15 year , his life was filled with misery in School he was Bullied. In his house he was alone,his parents were never home for him. He was good in studies but after getting no attention from parents. this made him totally lose Interest in Studies.
His family Condition was quite good. his dad was founder of a eneopre enterprise Co. It is the Company of manfactoring electronics e Computing Categories and Olen digital equipment. His mom was fashion designer. He Can be Called Silver Spoon in his mouth. His life was quite good in terms of another ordinary person. But because of loneliness he never care for anyone, take wrong step. He just live in closed room door and looking toward Pc. That was his whole life routine. 
 His whole life move around hentai , Anime , Book , novel, manga etc, which lead to be became Society loser , everyday countless time he do five finger knuckle shuffle . In one week 2 or 3 time is good but doing 20 times on every 7 day of a week, it may lead to dangerous situation. May be mana wave was good for him, His brain was most active in playing games and doing hand relief. He played most difficult play game at hardest level with 100% complete , his brain run very quickly while playing games.  Hardest playing Games like Contra, Dark Souls 2, battle toad etc were very easy for him. 

the age of 20 , he bought his own little mansion , where he set his favorite Anime poster , hentai poster whole room was filled with Poster of hentai virtual girls. This made made a huge wall in relationship between his parents and him. 

... 
At age of 25 year old 
on Zombie horde day his parents were Coming to pick him up . But they were attack by Zombie from that day he Bocame orphan , when everyone awaken their special ability in mana fluctuation wave. Some change into Psychic , some change into magician , some change into healer, etc. But on other side Razor Change into IQ evolver. that ability was below average it only increase this little bit part of Brain. the mana only awaken Special ability when Person Body is calm and healthy Body. his body was totally worst in whole world. 
lets Count his special habit may be from to your 16 year to 22 year old ,  may be thousand and or ten thousand,not a single day without special hobby. He was retarded in his whole life. Even in zombie horde, he didn't stop his habit was like drug to him. 
He work for 10 years as cleaner and accountant in government base. His life was filled with misery. After he got news that some influential family named gilfoyle, they has opened various vacany for all type jobs.his thoughts were -  this is opportunity to get good life but all that - The examination for job was just a excuse to trick all people into thier trap.
He found himself and all people paralysed with some smoke. One by one they made all people into thier slave puppet. For 20 years he was emotionless puppet of that family. But the unexpected miracle his brain was out of control for few moment. After that He got black screen with message in front him. 
[at this stage mana fusion to world is 70%]
[Would you want to go in past and rewrite your own story again]
[Press -  yes /no] 
He didn't even think what was going on. he press yes.
[OK reborn assignment accepted, now you have only 2  years to live please gather all information which would help for you] 
On everyday, he was out of puppet control for 20 minutes. In one year of time, he gather all secret of gilfoyle family , martial arts techniques. with unexpected reason his learning power was like quantum computer. He just have to see one time, he get that info stored in his brain. But this was not his goal, his aim was to gather all information regarding mana wave. 
He didn't doubt the screen words he see, because his whole life was in novel. If he didn't believe now when will he. 
In search for mana wave information , he see every secret file in gilfoyle family. While checking data he found means to contact government. But he found this was not  rightful moment to act. On one day, he found that occasion where all people will be less suspicious, when all gilfoyle family was celebrating their party with their guest. He send all crime information to address of government. Within month all gilfoyle family was erased from earth by govt.He was totally free from Puppet control. Now time left was 8 month, in 7 month he didn't collect information but improve his hacking skills, with his enhanced increase in brain power he can hack every computer every secret locked files. After improving his hacking skill, in one month he collect all locked information about mana wave and science blueprints of war machine from govt files , information about mutation creature, information about medicine herbs (the herbs which was very important in mana world), information about method to increase body power with orthodox method,robotics info, digital and computer info information about all secret power serum like recovery, Agility, booster, body enhancer and many other ,all technology information - blueprints and software program, he also information about sages and his family, all powerful families data, government data he collect all information regarding military bases in past and present, he collect all information of secret forces regarding where they live, how they get power. 
After collecting all information he get to know that one last day is left to reborn again. He was excited and scared, if that he saw in the past was not true or some kind of hallucinations. But if this was true it was worth try. In his heart, he was fully convinced that all was truth because he belive the person whose power was below average suddenly increase to level of SSS, what could be the reason.he get most information recorded in his brain, his brain remember all the file from A TO Z.  
On last day, he get the information that the 7 Sages who protect humans from foreign beings give their special forbidden arts to union library, union library was open on exact last day, Union Library has the data of every aspect of mana wave, the biology discoveries, chemistry discoveries, physics discoveries, with great knowledge of every subject. On first start of morning he was in front of library and , what he saw was long queue. He was in end of queue.
At last he get his turn, he quickly check all book in library including Sage art, martial art, science, techno. 
After collecting all information his sense started to blur, he become excited this is time he waited for, he lose his consciousness and drop dead on the floor. 
People in the library started to running toward him. 
" hey what happened to old man quickly call doctor". 
" he was just reading sages art, how he could die from that. 
Doctor said " he is dead I can't tell from what reason he died,let me call shaman doctors they can revive person if person lose his life in few hours. 
Shaman arrived and check Razor (mc) body and become shocked.
"   he does not have soul. His body does not have soul.You said he died few hours ago but his soul has already left his body.
The person who called doctor " how could this be, he was reading book here for few hours.

The Young master of zalox family who deceived everybody to think him as golden spoon in his mouth, even his parents didn't know about it that he has unrivaled power of martial arts. 
Because memories of the previous ancient martial artist he obtain the unrivaled power in his 20s, 
On unexpected day he was pushed by some invisible force that made him to hit by truck, but for unexpected reason he loses his consciousness. After in hospital bed, he suddenly alert by mechanical voice he heard which gave him weird task. 
.. 
His life was filled with wierd task but he was adjusting to it but after 2 years, his whole life changes 
 the whole planet was hit by several rock which lead to new changes everywhere,new world begun where strong devour the weak. 
the apocalypse come to this world, Zombies attack were everywhere. Beast's were evolved and attacking every human. 
.... 
..... 

But after sometime, the situation was controlled. 
But his system didnt stop. System gave him again 
New mission : install an underground water city, where no one can reach,the harem city of emperor. 
Reward : teleportion. 
Failure : magic power will become invalid. 





This is my original, all copyright belong to me.. .
The cover I got I don't know where is it from but please if you don't like comment I will remove it. 

This is my original novel copyright belong to me.

Razor Zalox , 80 years old and with Skinny body was accountant who was virgin loser without wife or family. his family was Killed in Zombie horde . He was totally, failure in his Studies, you can call him as otaku with bad habit which totally make his whole life in mess. But his life change when he get contract with time spirit book. With help of book he get to return in his past self. For reading next part we have to read about his past life first. From his birth to end life, what he do. Let's read. 
Now lets check about his life.
from 1 to 14 years of his life [(at thus stage mana start fusing to world - 2%) ]  , he was totally normal kid like everyone. But after reaching 15 year , his life was filled with misery in School he was Bullied. In his house he was alone,his parents were never home for him. He was good in studies but after getting no attention from parents. this made him totally lose Interest in Studies.
His family Condition was quite good. his dad was founder of a eneopre enterprise Co. It is the Company of manfactoring electronics e Computing Categories and Olen digital equipment. His mom was fashion designer. He Can be Called Silver Spoon in his mouth. His life was quite good in terms of another ordinary person. But because of loneliness he never care for anyone, take wrong step. He just live in closed room door and looking toward Pc. That was his whole life routine. 
 His whole life move around hentai , Anime , Book , novel, manga etc, which lead to be became Society loser , everyday countless time he do five finger knuckle shuffle . In one week 2 or 3 time is good but doing 20 times on every 7 day of a week, it may lead to dangerous situation. May be mana wave was good for him, His brain was most active in playing games and doing hand relief. He played most difficult play game at hardest level with 100% complete , his brain run very quickly while playing games.  Hardest playing Games like Contra, Dark Souls 2, battle toad etc were very easy for him. 

the age of 20 , he bought his own little mansion , where he set his favorite Anime poster , hentai poster whole room was filled with Poster of hentai virtual girls. This made made a huge wall in relationship between his parents and him. 

... 
At age of 25 year old 
on Zombie horde day his parents were Coming to pick him up . But they were attack by Zombie from that day he Bocame orphan , when everyone awaken their special ability in mana fluctuation wave. Some change into Psychic , some change into magician , some change into healer, etc. But on other side Razor Change into IQ evolver. that ability was below average it only increase this little bit part of Brain. the mana only awaken Special ability when Person Body is calm and healthy Body. his body was totally worst in whole world. 
lets Count his special habit may be from to your 16 year to 22 year old ,  may be thousand and or ten thousand,not a single day without special hobby. He was retarded in his whole life. Even in zombie horde, he didn't stop his habit was like drug to him. 
He work for 10 years as cleaner and accountant in government base. His life was filled with misery. After he got news that some influential family named gilfoyle, they has opened various vacany for all type jobs.his thoughts were -  this is opportunity to get good life but all that - The examination for job was just a excuse to trick all people into thier trap.
He found himself and all people paralysed with some smoke. One by one they made all people into thier slave puppet. For 20 years he was emotionless puppet of that family. But the unexpected miracle his brain was out of control for few moment. After that He got black screen with message in front him. 
[at this stage mana fusion to world is 70%]
[Would you want to go in past and rewrite your own story again]
[Press -  yes /no] 
He didn't even think what was going on. he press yes.
[OK reborn assignment accepted, now you have only 2  years to live please gather all information which would help for you] 
On everyday, he was out of puppet control for 20 minutes. In one year of time, he gather all secret of gilfoyle family , martial arts techniques. with unexpected reason his learning power was like quantum computer. He just have to see one time, he get that info stored in his brain. But this was not his goal, his aim was to gather all information regarding mana wave. 
He didn't doubt the screen words he see, because his whole life was in novel. If he didn't believe now when will he. 
In search for mana wave information , he see every secret file in gilfoyle family. While checking data he found means to contact government. But he found this was not  rightful moment to act. On one day, he found that occasion where all people will be less suspicious, when all gilfoyle family was celebrating their party with their guest. He send all crime information to address of government. Within month all gilfoyle family was erased from earth by govt.He was totally free from Puppet control. Now time left was 8 month, in 7 month he didn't collect information but improve his hacking skills, with his enhanced increase in brain power he can hack every computer every secret locked files. After improving his hacking skill, in one month he collect all locked information about mana wave and science blueprints of war machine from govt files , information about mutation creature, information about medicine herbs (the herbs which was very important in mana world), information about method to increase body power with orthodox method,robotics info, digital and computer info information about all secret power serum like recovery, Agility, booster, body enhancer and many other ,all technology information - blueprints and software program, he also information about sages and his family, all powerful families data, government data he collect all information regarding military bases in past and present, he collect all information of secret forces regarding where they live, how they get power. 
After collecting all information he get to know that one last day is left to reborn again. He was excited and scared, if that he saw in the past was not true or some kind of hallucinations. But if this was true it was worth try. In his heart, he was fully convinced that all was truth because he belive the person whose power was below average suddenly increase to level of SSS, what could be the reason.he get most information recorded in his brain, his brain remember all the file from A TO Z.  
On last day, he get the information that the 7 Sages who protect humans from foreign beings give their special forbidden arts to union library, union library was open on exact last day, Union Library has the data of every aspect of mana wave, the biology discoveries, chemistry discoveries, physics discoveries, with great knowledge of every subject. On first start of morning he was in front of library and , what he saw was long queue. He was in end of queue.
At last he get his turn, he quickly check all book in library including Sage art, martial art, science, techno. 
After collecting all information his sense started to blur, he become excited this is time he waited for, he lose his consciousness and drop dead on the floor. 
People in the library started to running toward him. 
" hey what happened to old man quickly call doctor". 
" he was just reading sages art, how he could die from that. 
Doctor said " he is dead I can't tell from what reason he died,let me call shaman doctors they can revive person if person lose his life in few hours. 
Shaman arrived and check Razor (mc) body and become shocked.
"   he does not have soul. His body does not have soul.You said he died few hours ago but his soul has already left his body.
The person who called doctor " how could this be, he was reading book here for few hours.

the system, an unknown entity throughout all of the anomalies, an independent being but dependent on the decision of the client. Goddess Chlea, the creator of the system made it so that people can ask, it was meant to be a tutorial system for anomalies yet they don't even know how or why, none of the goddesses have any information or memories as to why anomalies are created, or why they were being passed down in the first place. the system has evolved from continuous use, and some have managed to hack through the system, some anomalies are known to have 'digital transfer' and 'web manipulation'. two useless skills yet they have improved the central system without knowing it. the system now has multiple uses, one such which has been forgotten is the tutorial, a handy use for the system if you're beginning an adventure as an anomaly. transport, a system tool that uses the client's Ether and Mana mixture, one is unable to use transport when one only has Ether, but they can't also it when they have abundant mana in the vicinity, a mix of both equal to the amount of how many are being transported, transportation was once a sacred thing for the goddesses, they use this as a way to replenish the Mana in a world that heavily uses it, there are places where people have massive Ether Capacities but doesn't have Mana in their world, they can't use the Ether either of two reasons; they don't know how to use it or simply the people who live in a world where no magic has no skills in the first place to use ether. Skill use, the system specifically tells how to use a skill or if incapable to use they simply tell the system to activate certain skills such as the wording of 'system, use skill The world's end'. tell, a system tool capable of conversing with the client, main use is using the words 'system, what/how/when' or using the sudden tell 'alert' capable of scanning the area, person or skills. record, a simple system tool in which the main usage is to pass a message at certain intervals, time, events and so, activating the record tool is more of a problem than it is useful although it can be said that this is in itself useful at certain events.
the system has been a mystery for most anomalies to why they are there in the first place, although some never seem to mind, some have called it an RPG aspect of being an anomaly. Goddess Chlea have said that the system may have evolved as a normal human would, she can't explain as to why they have capabilities of evolving but that may have been an extra tool that some anomalies have put in, personality system, these can give off a human feel if wanted, it is more optional than it is useful but it may have been thanks to the personality tool that the system has evolved, some people were afraid if the system would be self-aware but Goddess Chlea have said that the system is no being, spirit or so, they are merely a fragment of a being, the piece of a client, they can't deviate from their jobs as they have nowhere else to go. if the body dies, the system they had will dissipate or so the Goddess has said, some have been trying to decode as to when the anomaly has started, but a century has passed yet no progress have been made, multiple researchers have put their lives at stake from trying to recover files in the digital world where the system has to exist, these people have skills called interdimensional web travel, they are people called tech wizards who can travel to a dimension not meant for life to exist, from asking to one of the people about the inside of the system, the response was neither amusing or boring, 'it was nothing yet there was something, a firewall was instigated inside as we passed through but we couldn't get in the hundredth wall, we were sure there were more walls behind the one we were stuck in, these walls were nothing but codes that have taken physical form for us who have traveled there'. I couldn't search anymore since my chameleon memory skill can't take the skills these people had for unknown reasons, although I want to search and delve deeper since this might solve the few questions every anomaly have asked
-this has been written for the sole purpose of research, this is readable to every world this may end up in, if an anomaly is reading this, please send this book to a different world, these books aren't supposed to be kept as they will explode mana essence-

evolution at it's finest. dragons, reptiles, dryads and humans. corrupted that governs the earth and winged beast that govern the sky.

Kirin Aiha, a corrupted born from noble blood, a rare corrupted harboring both Blood and Bone abilities. he now lives in a world where peace is at it's peak

Nick Astra, an anomaly capable of destroying a world/planet, a world traveler searching for his own books. currently following orders from a friend to train Naoya, a creation of Kirin Aiha.

Who what when where and why. 
Very philosophical questions indeed.

No seriously, Where am I? 

Shit... Last thing I remember was.. getting hit by a...truck? 
No, that was definitely a truck. 
Those tires definitely felt like truck tires. 

Now, where am I?

I shouldn't be in the hospital and I'm sure of it. I specifically remember seeing half my body explode and dragged across the pavement. I'm definitely dead. 

So where the hell am I. 

This feels like... A sponge?
No.... A womb?

Holy shit, don't tell me I got reincarnated???? 

No wait I remember.. yes I remember. 
As I was dying, and I made a wish. Yes, i saw a bright star in the sky and made a wish.
I can only remember that I wished for reincarnation, but, to where, I don't remember. 

Now, the second order of business.  Who am I? 

My name... 
My family... 
My House location... 

I can't remember any of these. 

I can remember specifically what city, what state and what country I live in, nothing beyond that. I Remember the restaurants I last ate in. I remember where I work, I remember what I did for a living. I remember my hobbies, my fetishes. I remember who I lost my virginity to.

Things relating to my name I cannot remember.

Maybe this is a side effect of reincarnation? I don't really feel attachments to anything in that world.  No wait... I was an orphan definitely.

Shit, I guess no one is going to miss me. 

My hobbies were... programming, digital art, reading light novels, watching anime, buying manga and figures. 
A perfect otaku if I do say so myself. 
Well, nothing wrong with that.  it's not like I was a failure at life or anything. I learned programming at the young age so it could set me up for a self-sufficient life. 
I remember creating and re-skinning apps as a decent source of income. 

Oh Yes, I was also a frequent anime Forum contributor. The main ones I contributed to was naruto, bleach, blue exorcist, highschool dxd, so on and so forth. 

DxD... DxD... I feel like there's something important about that but I can't figure out what. 

hmmm?!? 
Nani???
Wait wait wait, Am I flying right now????

No, I'm definitely flying right now. Whoever my mother is, she's definitely not on the ground anymore. I can't feel the vibrations of her walking anymore. what I can feel however is... The flapping of wings? 

Wings? My mother has wings? 

Oh my God -ARGGGHH- 
What the hell, what the hell was that?? 
What the hell oh my God-AAAAHHHHHHHHHA- 

Shit shit sHIT it hurts. It hurts so much. 

- a few minutes later- 

Damn that hurt. The hell was that? 
It hurt when I said.... No way, wait a minute. 

wings...pain whenever I use the G word...reincarnation...

Yes yes now I remember. As I was dying I made a wish upon the star. 
I just finished coming back the bookstore, with the latest volume of a specific book that I never got to read. A book with a very colorful world, a world of devils and angels and gods and perverted dragons. 

Yes, I remember the wish 

I wished... To be reborn in the world of DxD.

An absolutely normal otaku you could find anywhere gets reincarnated into the world of highschool DxD.

unfortunately for him, he has no cheats what so ever.

-He didn't meet a bored god that reincarnated him.
-He didn't get any blessed cheats.
-He wasn't implanted with some game-like system..
-he wasn't lucky enough to get a sacred gear.

Nothing. he was an absolute mob. a destined side character.

But heaven....or in this case, hell, had not abandoned him. 

His greatest luck was that he reincarnated as a devil living in the gremory territory.

With that as a starting point, he forged a path to the top. using every bit of geek knowledge available, he makes his own legend.

No cheats? Only losers cheat.
No systems? No problem. I'll make my own. 
No sacred gear? what is an artificial sacred gear?


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This is my first story, don't be afraid to lay it on me if I write absolute trash.
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The first days in his new home were long and difficult for Timothy.  No one would tell him when he could go home and eventually; he stopped asking.  The house he lived in was very odd to him.  People would come into the shop and often comment on how old things were and say things like "can you believe people once used things like this?" and "How did people survive before modern conveniences?"  To Timothy things like a record player or toaster were wondrous.  Yet the only room that held any interest for him was the library in a small area in the back of the shop.  It was a cramped space with a chipped and stained tile floor.  It did have a couple of small windows that provided some daylight, but with a dozen old bookshelves, some wood, some metal, all mismatched, the room felt dark and always required the light of the bare bulb that hung from the center of the ceiling.  A single metal chair with worn vinyl padding took up a space between two shelving units in the back of the room.  That became his spot.  Books were the only things his new world seemed to have in common with the old, even though most people that came in the shop had very little interest in them.  
For the first six months, a tutor and a therapist would come to their home and work with Timothy to help him learn the language, evaluate his education level and help him adjust to his new life.  He never resisted their efforts, but it took him weeks to want to try and learn.  That day came on a Sunday afternoon when he was able to spend time in the library by himself.  He had just finished reading a book with his translator and started looking for another one.  He would hold the pad up over the spines of the books to read the titles to make his selection.  When he came to one that didn't translate, he pulled the pad away and to his surprise the words on the book spine were in his language.  As he pulled it off the shelf, he realized that some of the words were familiar and others were not.  He opened the book and tried the read it, but only some of the words looked right, and others were spelled differently than he remembered.  Switching the translator to audio mode, he took the book and found his aunt who was making lunch in the kitchen for them.
"Aunt Vickie?  What is this book?"  He asked holding it out to her.
"Well, let's see," she said, happy he was starting to warm up to her a little more.  She took the book, sat down at the small kitchen table and put on her reading glasses.  Timothy grinned as he never saw anyone wear glasses before and he thought they were silly.  "I know they make me look like an old lady, but I have to wait until I'm done with my cancer medication before I can get my eyes adjusted again.  So, this book.  I think it came in with that estate sale I bought up last year.  It looks like it's a collection of old Celtic poems and stories."
"What's Celtic?" Timothy asked.
"Well, it's a language that was once spoken by the ancestors of the Scottish and Irish peoples.  As a matter of a fact that is where our family came from originally.  O'Hara is an Irish name.  We have several ancestors that came from Ireland and some from Scotland.   
Timothy had been told that his father came from the "old world," but he never knew that his father's family came from the same place the old world village came from that he had learned about in school.  The idea excited him as it was a connection with where he came from.  "I want to read this," he said.
Vickie smiled and retrieved the school pad they were using to teach him English.  "You can use this to look up words, even these words.  It will show you the English version, and then you can use your translator to know what it is."  She typed the first word in the book into the pad, and the English translation came up.  She then wrote the word by hand on a digital notepad and had Timothy hold his translator over it.  Vickie knew she could have shown him how to reset his translator to do everything at once, but she wanted it to become an exercise in practicing his English.  
The boy didn't question the process.  He eagerly looked up each word, wrote it out and then translated it again.  In about 20 minutes he had the first poem completed, and his lip quivered.  Vickie looked over his shoulder and read the first passage.  "Little Bird!  O little bird!  I wonder at what thou doest, Thou singing merrily far from me, I in sadness all alone.  That's pretty, but a little dark."
The boy lunged at her and wrapped his arms around her waist, sobbing and shouting, "I want my Mother!  I want my Mother!"
Vickie put her arms around the boy and said, "I know Honey.  I wish she could be here with you, but you know she can't."  She knelt down and rubbed some of his tears off of his face.  "You know, my Dad used to tell me that people are never truly gone if we make a point to remember them.  And we remember people better when we talk about them.  Can you tell me something nice about your Mother?"
Timothy pointed to the book.
"Okay, what about the book, your Mother liked books?"
"She told me that poem," he said with his chin nearly on his chest.
"She told you this poem?"
He nodded.
Vickie remembered something about what Roy said to her about the people of New Terra.  He was recuperating aboard a hospital ship when he called her through a vid-link.  That was the last time she talked to her before he violated the quarantine and when back to the planet.  During their conversations, he tried to describe his experience to her.  He told her that the people of New Terra where descendants of Scottish people kidnapped by the Serkin for slave labor centuries ago, but she didn't think much about it at the time, as she was more concerned about his health than the details of the place he was trapped on.  Now she wished she had asked Roy more about that world before he had abandoned his life to return to it.  She sat back down at the table and turned the page of the book.  Gently she pulled Timothy onto her lap and used his computer to translate it for her.  She then read to Timothy, the translator changing her words to his language and they spent the afternoon exploring their shared history.  





Author:
Matthew O. Duncan is part of the resurgence of Old School Sci-fi.  His books are a mix of Military Sci-fi, Fantasy, Romance, and Mystery weaved together with non-stop action.  Matt started his writing career as a playwright. He won a number of awards and had his plays produced on local stages.  He put his pen down in the late ’90s but picked it up again in 2011.

O’Hara never wanted to be a hero. He was a combat pilot only because his skills made him the best and Earth needed men like him to fight the enemy amongst the stars. Living a life a service and duty, alone in a cockpit suited him well, but fate had other plans for him. Shot down over an alien planet he was saved by a beautiful and mysterious woman named Katreena. He soon learns that the world is populated by people who seemed to have been lost by time and controlled by stones that the people believe to be divine magic. Wanting only to return to his fleet, he discovers that he has more than a passing connection with the world’s people, a love that resurrects a heart long thought dead and a decisive battle to the war that followed him.

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