Blake Elliott has been abused since he's had memories.
his only release was the freedom he felt when talking to his only friend about comic books, he loved reading about the superpowers heroes running unobstructed through life doing what they were born to do.

until one day when he and his friend are crossing the street talking reading a Spiderman comic when he hears a loud honk and instinctually shoves his friend backwards.

"Reason, logic, and deduction. I am convinced these intangible qualities are what I need to succeed. The things I need to survive past this.

"So calm down. It's OK. How hard can it be? Let's think about this. Take it step-by-step and go through the question again: 'If two of five cups are finished in a quarter of an hour, how many more cups will be used in a third of this time?'"

A: 5, B: 3, C: 1, D: None of the above

"Argh, this makes no sense! What logic? What deduction? Is the question even reasonable?"

Once upon a time, Peter Dovic was talking to himself again. Peter was now an old man. Being less harsh you could call him a well-aged man. Or as he called himself, a mature man. He was soon clocking forty and could be said to have just peaked the prime of his life. At this age, we are advised to maximize our social capital, solidify our investments and plan towards a steady early retirement at 50. Risking starting from scratch right now is not advised. All the same, Peter was duped into reinventing himself. As the sucker he was, he fell for it.

He was convinced to do two of the most dangerous things, hurt his brain by thinking and hurt his body by exercising. This led to his current predicament of attempting this 15 minute - 40 question IQ test. He was confident that he had answered no less than two correctly and was currently on the twelfth one. He was sweating profusely. On top of that, he felt suffocated and was taking deep breathes to try and calm himself. He was sitting in writing pad chair cramped in a whitewashed room small enough to be a closet. In fact, it was a closet. He looked at the countdown on his digital watch. It read 03:31, it looked like he would not make it through again.

"I'm coming out of the closet!", Peter screeched as he bolted upright and bust through the door into the sitting room then collapsed on the sofa.

"That's telling. Hmm, two minutes. That's worse than last time.", a slightly hoarse voice replied from the adjacent room.

"Not two minutes three. Three. Three and fifty seconds! That's almost four minutes. Four minutes OK!?". Peter rebutted breathlessly in between his heavy panting while trying to flash his watch.

"Hur, Hur. If I say its two then it's two. Funny you think four is anything.", came the reply following which an old man walked in from the kitchen holding a steaming mug in each hand.

"Stingy old man.", Peter murmured as he glared at him through the corner of his eyes.

"Beg your pardon?", the old man asked in a slow and threatening tone.

"No. Nothing."

"What nothing? Repeat what you said."

"Said sti..illy old men. Ok, silly of me.", Peter stammered out as he scratched the top of his head.

"Good, now drink up it will help you go longer.", the old man nodded approvingly as he shoved a mug in front of his face.

The odoriferous smell from all those blended vegetables immediately hit his brain. He cringed at the memory of horrific taste he experienced when he had to chug it down in the morning.

"Isn't one a day the recommended amount?", he muttered in a whimper.

"What? Don't you want to be like the sata man from the comic books?", the old asked back with a raised eyebrows and a smile.

"What sata man? It's Saitama, Saitama, OK!", replied as he frowned brows. "And it's manga, not comic books.", Peter rebutted. In Peter's eyes, the smile looked extremely nefarious and very much like those degenerates would give to a child as they presented their lollipops.

"Yes, yes just as you said. Drink up then do the 100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, 100 squats and 10 km run then you will be invincible. Hur, Hur.", the old man replied as he repeatedly nodded. "Plus one for me and one for you. You wouldn't chicken out of doing this with old me, right?", he continued.

Peter finished drinking down the mug as he glared at the old man's smile. He could swear this old guy had lollipop experience. The old man was Bito Smithson, a former cadet training officer. More importantly, he was a white-bearded old man. You know 'that' white-bearded old man? You had to listen to these guys to amaze the world in a single feat, right? This was the hero flag, right? It was not a senile old man playing a prank on him, right?

As Peter was lost in thought, Bito exchanged the empty mug Peter was holding with the full one then commanded, "Good, now drink."

Peter first froze in a daze then replied, "What do you mean drink? I just finished. This is yours!"

The smile was wiped off Bito's face as he replied with a deadpan expression, "Hmm. I'll have no tricks from you, look mine is empty yours is full. Drink."

Peter was flabbergasted. Was this the legendary thick-faced shameless? Or short-term memory loss? Was he going senile? Oh no! It really was a senile old man!

Those that live to fight another day,
They run and hide when the strong play.
Think they are silly and have no drive to portray?
But have you ever wondered what they say?

"The weak will not always fade away!"
"They burn slowly not brightly on display!"
"I laugh at you thoughts, I've no dismay!"
"I will prove I am iron and not clay!"

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First time author. I'm attempting a different 'flavor' that I hope you'll find enjoyable.

I stared at the digital clock on the bedside table glowing with numbers 02.30, then at the ceiling of my room in turn. I felt the tiredness in my chest, in how I breathed and my thoughts dragged by in slow motion, slunk to a quiet spot and curled up. I found it hard to sleep, it's between anxious or concerning about things. I wait for Vivi patiently, hope that I could find the answer soon. She will be home by tomorrow noon and promise will come by soon after she departed. I changed my laying position, still can't believe I cheated from Jason after we engaged. That's the most disturbing past in my head. I thought it would be a beautiful mystery, but it turns out scaring me a lot. I scrunched my eyes tight and turned my body to scream in the pillow. Tears dropping, I can't believe I betrayed Jason. Karma exist, huh? I am eating my own shits right now. I rolled over and looking straight to the ceiling of my bedroom. 
"Jason" I lifted my hands up catching the shadowy streetlights from my uncovered window. "I am so sorry" I said as my tears flowing down my cheeks, I can't believe I did that to him. I changed my laying position again, now facing the window, that's when I heard my phone beeped. I stretched my arm to reach my phone, Andrea's text popping up.
"Are you doing good?"
I sniffed a smile, I don't know I was between happy or sad or hate. 
"I'm fine" I texted back
He quick replied "Don't lie"
"I know how it feels, Ani. Really.. but you just don't know the complete answer" he texted again.
"What complete answer?" I asked.
"It might hurt your head so badly if I did, cause I wasn't allow to bring that memories back that quick"
What does he mean? Amnesia didn't work that way.
"What the heck" I replied.
"Just trust me.. you need Vivi soon for that"
"I'm sorry" he added.
I clicked my tongue, didn't reply him anymore. I was either mad or in love with him. I don't know the reason for sure but I will find out soon. I hope Vivi will cooperate, so I don't need to struggle too much.
 
                                                          ***
 
TING TONG TING TONG TING TONG
"YES" I yelled, I took a glimpse of my glowing digital clock, it's 9.17. Vivi is finally here! 
I clicked the door open and say "Damn you gurl, I've been waiting for you like h…"
Andrea stood there smiling, I thought it was Vivi at first. My smile slowly fade away "What happen Andrea?" but my heart hurts so bad. It's between hurt and sad.
"Have you had your breakfast?" he asked. 
I adjust my cardigan, shaking my head. "No" I replied and looked away. 
His smile faded away slowly. 
"Just come in" I said and step aside. 
"No.." he sniffed a smile, masking his own depressions.
He tried to smile again, "I was just came by to drop you a breakfast"
That's when I feel my heart fluttered, is that so?
I lifted my head looking at him, my eyes locked on his face.
"Eat well" he lifted the plastic of something for me. 
I give him a smile, a stiff smile, accepting his breakfast. I don't know what does he buy me, all I can see is white plastic and a Styrofoam box inside. 
"Bye.. gotta go" he said and wave his hand, I saw his back went farther then he turned back just to remind me "Lock your door". I waved back at him, I don't even got the time to thank him. 
I turned my head and startled by a tall and thin figure, "WHOA!"
"VIVI! YOU SCARED ME TO HELL!!" I yelled.
Vivi fold her arms on her chest, giggling "dating too much, you don't even realize when I stepped in"
"but how could, you.."
She shrugged her shoulders,
"Now what"
I clicked the door locked and step inside, put the breakfast on the countertop and leaned my body on the sofa.
"I remember my past things.." I said as I looked away, feeling not so ready all of sudden. Vivi sniffed a smile, "I know it gonna happen" she mumbled, like whispering but not really a whisper cause I can hear it clearly. But she didn't look concern or disturbing at all. 
My eyes popped up wide, "What do you mean?"
"Since you two reunited" 
"What so important about that? Right now I want to ask you a lot of questions"
She stays steady "Then ask""Did I really cheating on Jason?"
Vivi threw her gaze away, "Look, Alana.. You are going to regret this"
"You two seems to be destined. But I don't recommend you to dig out your worst past you had" she said with a shrug.
"But I must know!"
"If you want to live in peace, this is the best for you"
I rolled my eyes, "There's no use for me to live this life without the truth"
"Truth hurts, Ana"
"But I don't care, Vivi"
She exhales a harsh breath, "Ana, the truth will never bring you peace. Believe me you won't like it at all"
I clicked my tongue and say, "If my past is only me having an affair with Andrea, I think that's not a big problem"
"Ana, you are god damn stubborn"
I rolled my eyes and moaned again, "Vivi, there's no peace if I live this life like this. It haunts me!"
"Okay" she stood straight, "Now, promise me"
I stared at her, demanding answers. 
"Promise me not to make the same mistake again" 
The same mistake? Why Vivi and Andrea keep talking about the same mistake I made?
"If you want to know the truth, go on. Find it yourself, cause we can't help you" 
And this is what I hate of, why don't they just tell me what happen, and done. Mission accomplished.
I rolled my eyes again, until I got my eyes tired. "Why you both keep saying that things? Isn't that easier for you guys to tell me directly? Then it wouldn't take too much time for me wandering around"
"Ana, oh my god. You are really stubborn!" 
"We have no choice, Ana!" she raised her voice. 
"Then what was actually happening to me? If I got amnesia then tell me the truth and I will remember"
She clicked her tongue and say "It wasn't that simple, Ana"
"You gotta trust me" she added, this time she looks kinda pissed off. 
"Okay..okay" I gave up. She won't tell me anything though, there's no use for me to force her. Should I call Jason?
"Don't call Jason" she added, damn she read my mind. 
"Don't ever call him. It is going to be a big disaster" she stated. 
"Why?" I insist. 
"If you call Jason, then you will hurt yourself. Jason is kinda sensitive about it" 
"Vivi" I said, now I sit on the sofa, I tap the sofa to let her seated. She followed my lead and sit beside me.
"Then tell me what happen, when Jason found me cheating"
Vivi blew a harsh breath, holding my hands, I can feel her warm palms. Now she looks worry, "Alana. That time when you cheated…." she closed her eyes, like such a horrible ghost story to tell. Vivi seemed concern all of sudden, I can feel it. 
"He was not angry. But he was so sad, I even blamed you that time" she replied, "And when I know you cheated, I was so disappointed" she admitted. "I didn't know how to react, I know you were wrong. But besides that, you are like sisters to me. So I tried so hard to persuade you, to leave Andrea instead"
"Then?"
"Then…you did. But things happen" 
"Things happen?" I repeated. I quirked an eyebrow looking at Vivi's frowning in depression all of sudden. 
"That was the worst moment in our life, Ana" she added. 
"Now, eat your fucking breakfast and take a rest. I am done talking and will head back to my office" she stood up, adjusting her skirt. 
"Wait" I hold her hand. 
"Are you leaving?"
"Yes.. don't be a clingy puppy" she looked at me in disgust.
"Bye" she added and rushed out, "Lock the door". 
I leaned my head on the sofa facing the ceiling of the room, my heart filled with love, a past love. But somehow it hurts me a lot when I know I cheated on Jason. It's awful. I close my eyes and suddenly I feel sleepy. 
 
It's an empty white room something, but I see no wall no ceiling no floors. Like nothing in this place. I turned my body, looking behind me and saw a woman with ponytail hair, a greasy ponytail, wearing old school dress walking towards me, it's so familiar. I walked towards her and we became closer and closer. "Mom?" 
I know it's mom, I run towards her but she became farther and farther, I clearly saw her walking towards me I have no idea why she became farther and farther. 
"MOM!!" I yelled again, "MOM COME BACK!!" I desperately run and fell to the ground, but then I saw the car crash under me, the cliff without tall fence. 
 
I woke up abruptly, gasping for breaths, then I walked to the kitchen and gulp a glass of water. Cold sweat rushing from my head, it soaked my back wet. "What was that?" I said between my breaths, still can't believe what I saw in my dreams. 
Crashing, crashing. 
Then I rushed to my room, turn the computer on quickly and type. 
CRASH ON THE CLIFF IN MEDAN
A woman (22) crashed her car from the cliff. The information is now confidential. 
Date : 20th June 2018
 
I feel cold and sweaty, my skin turns gray. I feel weak all of sudden but in rapid pulse, my breathing is irregular and I feel dizziness in my head. 
I engaged in January 2018, went to S.E.A. with Andrea in March, then I got car crash accident in June. That year is the worst. 
I remember I took all my diary and stuffs from Jason house, which I left it alone in the empty room. I rose from my chair and rushed to the empty room, rummaging the boxes with books and else. 
Year Book, Year Book, Year Book. 
My Photo Albums with my friends and my family.
My old drawings. 
My comic books. 
But there's nothing like diary.
Who is behind this? How can they keep the evidence so tight until I didn't realize I have a dark past like that? I remember so well I wrote diary before I got married. I stood up to check the full box with a lot of comic books inside, then I came up into a photo album. It is my engagement photo album with the title:
"Engagement Year 2018. Jason & Alana"
I sit cross –legged and put the album above them. I flip the cover and found the pictures of me and Jason hugging, kissing on the cheek and my heart hurts so bad. I was wearing a white mermaid dress designed by a famous designer from Jakarta. Jason was wearing a white suit that suited to my dress. I smile happily in the picture, saw my hair was still short and tied in braids. How can I cheat if I do look happy like that?
I flip the other pages and the other and the other again. Then I saw Andrea's picture talking with Vivi, Vivi looks delighted, like he has a really funny jokes to tell. Then the other picture is me, making peace sign to the camera. The other is me and Vivi, Andrea peeps his head between us. 
Then I flip and flip the other pages. 
My whole world spinning like tornado when I saw the picture of my mom hugging me tight, laughing happily….

[Final priest's points: 1000]
[Points for treating patients: 130]
[Treatment output points: 156]
[Total Points: 1286]
[Congratulations on earning 1286 points.]
[Congratulations on the clearing in the "White Snowy Field" of the Lord of Storms. You have received the gift of the Lord of Storms and Snows: Avalanche.]
[Avalanche Lv1: The healing ability of all charge guns, assault rifles, and portable pistols increased slightly.]
[You can use the points to purchase gifts at the lounge. ]
A long list of information overwhelmed him. When he finished reading and clicked "Next", he saw a fat man in a bedroom. 
The bedroom is small, with only a table, a single armchair and a bed with a quilt. There are no windows, and there are thermometer and hygrometer next to the window. The temperature in the room is 22 degrees Celsius, the relative humidity is 60% RH, and the humidity index is 50, which is the most suitable temperature for people on earth.
There was a letter on the desktop, which was blank when he picked it up, but after a second, a mysterious paragraph appeared.
[This is the lounge for participants. Only you can enter here. The area outside is meant for communication and shopping. You can do consumer shopping or head to the Central Exchange of Light Balls to purchase gifts.]
[You have one day to rest, socialize, shop, eat and adjust to the new environment. When you enter the second trial, your mental and physical state will naturally return to its best state.]
[Here, you still have the protection of the gods and cannot be harmed. At the same time, the act of you trying to harm other trainers is prohibited, and you will be forced to return to the lounge as a result of the action. You will also be confined until the beginning of the second trial. ]
A six-digit digital clock suddenly appeared on the wall, fixed at 23:59:59, but the countdown had not started yet.
Ren Suo attempted to control the fat man to try to leave the lounge. However, the door showed a red prompt: "There is around 3 minutes left before entering rest time."
Hmm?
Why are there words such as "around", which brings about uncertainty? 
Ren Suo thought to himself, wouldn't he have to wait for the results of the other trials to be released before he can rest?
Ren Suo had played so many games, such that he has already experienced 7 types of trial grounds. He has experienced 3 of the Lord of Storms and Snows, 3 of the Master of Billions of Glory, and 1 of the Eternal Heart. He isn't sure whether there are trial grounds that he hasn't tried before.
With so many trial grounds, it is only normal that there are many trials to be carried out. Ren Suo guessed that every time he returned to the same trial ground, he was actually randomly selected by many trial grounds. Theoretically, when the fat man is having the trial, there are also other trials happening at the same time.
That's the reason why there's a need to wait for all trials to be completed before taking the time to rest. 
However, due to the existence of the Healing Light Curtain, each trial will actually be limited to less than one hour. After one hour, no matter how the tester hides, the Healing Light Curtain will still collapse onto the trial ground.
The Healing Light Curtain gets stronger as it drags longer. Initially, the Light Curtain is bright green. However, towards the end, it fades into the dark green of an endless jungle. Even if the trainer ate fried chicken while drinking Coke, he would still not be able to withstand it.
Therefore, the time taken for each trial is controllable. The trial that completes first, will at most be 10 minutes faster than the last trial. 
Ren Suo recalled that when he cleared the level, the area had shrunk to a very small size. If it shrank again, the entire trial ground would soon turn dark green. The same would apply to other trial grounds; hence, the existence of the 'around 3 minutes left' prompt. 
In fact, after a few tens of seconds, the red reminder of the door slowly disappeared, and Ren Suo heard a calm, unrecognizable voice saying: "The rest time begins."
When the fat man left the bedroom, countless black doors appeared at the same time, in front of him. Men and women came out directly from the black doors.
However, when they came out, the doorway disappeared.
At this moment, he heard a whisper: "If you want to go back to the lounge, press and hold any part of the building with your right hand for three seconds for the portal to appear."
So there is a difference between the lounge and the plaza?
But Ren Suo felt weird triggering the portal——a strong sensation of the usage of technology these days. 
If teleportation was supposed to be magical, shouldn't the ones teleporting be given a magic scroll or ring to do so…...?
However, Ren Suo was quickly distracted by the plaza. 
Coffee shops, Chinese restaurants, Gaming hub, KTV, Hotpot restaurants, Comic stores, Cinemas, Fast-food restaurants…
The streets are full of modern consumer facilities, and all the facilities are not built in rigid shapes, but are instead arc-shaped building models, one by one forming multiple large and small rings, centered on the nearby giant white light sphere and is the point of the exhibition.
This wonderful natural structure looks much more beautiful than the concrete jungle of modern cities.
In the beginning, other trainees that came out of the lounge were also startled by others, but they were quickly attracted to the various consumer services here, as if they were admiring the socializing plaza in the city. 
"Are we back to reality?"
"OMG,Who_can..."
"Do we have to pay to purchase items here? I lost my wallet not long ago before I came here..."
The room was filled with question marks and footsteps, the Fat Man headed into the comic store as controlled by Ren Suo, but was stuck at the entrance. 
[Comic Store: 1 Point per hour, automatically renews upon completion of an hour ]
Ren Suo was able to afford to waste 1 point; hence, he went ahead with it to see what will happen. 
The Comic Store looked like any other regular book store, and the only difference was the presence of a variety of drinks and desserts, all on a free-flow basis.
Inside the store, there are rows of bookshelves filled with comics, but before entering that area, there is a navigation bookshelf filled with navigation books that are written in different languages. Ren Suo opened the Xuanwen's "Manga Guide", and easily found the position of the comic based on the first letter of the book's name. 
The book area and the browsing area are completely separated. In addition to the common desks, there are many sofas, large beds, tatami mats, and even cats and dogs in the browsing area. 
Even shortly after the Fat Man came in, there was already a fat boy who was about the same size as the Fat Man holding a Cola and Mango Melaleuca, with a few comic books sandwiched in his armpit, that came over to the browsing area and laid on the sofa, reading comics and eating. He also didn't forget to pet the orange cat next to him.
... He seemed like he was really enjoying it. 
If Ren Suo was willing, fat people can also enjoy such a decadent capitalist life. But it was the fat man in the game that would benefit, not him. Hence, Ren Suo was too lazy to spend time on the Fat Man and left the comics store immediately. He then proceeded to the giant white light sphere in the middle of the hall.
Although there are a lot of entertainment facilities along the way, most of them are restaurants. They had everything. The eight major dishes of the Xuan Kingdom to the fish and chips in Britain, the Southeast Asian dishes to the sashimi sushi sashimi, to meet the demands of the poor and the rich. 
Consumption is akin to self-service. 1 point / hour for all-you-can-eat. First, you have to go to the front desk to choose dishes, and then choose a table by yourself. After a few seconds, the center of the table will sink and the menu will rise up. 
However, most people would make the same choice as Ren Suo, which is to seek advice from the counter at the central white light sphere. 
Purchasing gifts is more important than binging, for the sake of winning the trials. 
The white light sphere floats in the air, and the light, directly under the big ball of light, almost turns into a veil of light that gently drapes over the trainer. 
As long as the trainer strokes the light yarn with his hand, he would be able to directly launch a redemption interface!
It's almost like grabbing a ray of light!
Ren Suo was amazed by such a fantastic and mysterious setting. However, he was quickly distracted by the contents of the exchange interface. 
The gifts that can be exchanged are divided into four categories: Lord of Storms and Snows, Lord of Glorious Glory, Heart of Perpetual Burning, and others. And the right side of the interface shows the gifts he already has. 
"Infinite Stamina", "Life Asylum", "Sound Optimization", "Vision Optimization", "Hearing Optimization", "Avalanche Lv1". 
The gifts that can be exchanged using the Lord of Storms and Snows mainly include "Wind Fury", "Rain Curtain", and "Avalanche", which correspond to enhanced fire rate, reduced single-shot healing interval, and enhanced single-shot healing ability.
And the gift of Billions of Glorious Masters is "Xinghui", "Yuehua", and "Sundial". In fact, the effect is the same as that of the Lord of the Storm and Snow, except that the Lord of the Storm and Snow strengthens the assault gun, assault healing rifles, and portable healing pistols, while Billions of Glorious Masters strengthen healing shotguns and sniper healing rifles. 
The gifts of these two gods are to strengthen the power of healing equipment, and all can be upgraded—each skill can be upgraded by 10 levels!
If you click on the gift, there will be an actual combat display.
For example, in a full-scale demonstration of "Xinghui", a priest hid on the grass and held an AWM. He saw a white fat man eating fried chicken on the top of a mountain with a 15x lens. 
There is no need to consider the fall of the bomb, it is a straight shot to the head!
The rate of fire is increased to the maximum level, and like lasers, the bullet had no need to consider gravity. 
The eternal scorching heart is slightly different. "This god is mainly...a plug-in?"
Yes, in Ren Suo's opinion, this deity is just a plug-in for selling gun battle games.
"Quietness": The trainer's hands will receive a blessing of tranquility, better control of any healing firearms, able to reduce the recoil of the healing firearms, and all healing firearms have no recoil at the full level;
"Scorching": The experimenter's eyes will be bestowed with infrared thermal energy detection, and you will be able to see the location of the creatures within a certain range. The first level is 5 meters, and at the highest level, no one can hide within 50 meters.
"Enthusiastic": The mental state of the trainer is sublimated. When any target that requires treatment appears in the sight, the trainer will subconsciously aim the therapeutic device at the target. This state will only last for 0.001 seconds at the first level, and the alignment position is either the trunk or limbs. At the highest level, this state will last for 0.1 seconds, and the alignment position is locked at the trunk.
Although Ren Suo didn't play many gunfight games before, he is smart enough to know that these three gifts are not 'reclining', 'perspective' and 'self-sighting'!
However, Ren Suo calmed down in a matter of seconds. 
Although it looks like a plug-in ability, everyone is on the same starting line if everyone is able to exchange it. 
In addition, gifts such as Eternal Scorching Heart are limited. At low levels, the actual combat performance is also normal. The self-sighting is only 0.001 seconds, which is almost fleeting; and the 'see-through' ability is only applicable to people within five meters…...within five meters, Ren Suo would already be able to hear the footsteps. 
When only low-level gifts are available, these gifts are mainly used to make up for the shortcomings of the trainer: 'No Recoil' to save handicap, 'Self-sighting' can help people with slow reaction, and 'Perspective' can prevent sneak attacks by Lao Yin.
　"How much would these gifts cost?"
　——1000 points for everything. 
In other words, Ren Suo can only redeem one gift now. 
In addition to the gifts from the three gods, there is also an 'Other' category. 
Ren Suo glanced and was instantly attracted by the most expensive gift. 
[Team contract: Let 2 to 4 trainers form a team and be considered as one person to enter the trial. If you pass the trial, the points will be distributed according to the result of each person. Note: Only effective in the second trial.]


The extraordinaire has disrupted the silence of the world and ever since then, technology has taken a different path. 
When humans find a path for evolution in the dark, I’ll remove my ribs, burn my heart and burn the midnight oil to become their pioneer. 
This is the process of a gamer manipulating the world.
Mini world of endless fun awaits.

Yu Lili unconsciously bent her lips and nodded when she heard it, and she said, "Yes, it works well."
Ye Qianqian glanced at the display while Yu Lili was still drawing the frame lines. There were only a few rough lines on the screen. Ye Qianqian glanced at it and said, "Are you also drawing comics? Which website did you sign up for?"
"It's also under the Ou Group," Yu Lili answered without looking up, and she quickly drew the lines.
"Hmm, for Ou Yu?" Ye Qianqian nodded, patting Yu Lili's shoulder and said, "Bravo. Ou Yu has such a strict signing threshold that they only sign experienced painters. What is your pseudonym?"
"Do you want to know it?" Yu Lili looked at Ye Qianqian with a bright smile.
Ye Qianqian saw her look and responded with some disdain. "Don't keep me guessing; tell me, what is it?"
"If I say it, you will definitely be shocked." Yu Lili gave her a hint.
Ye Qianqian glanced at her and snorted. "It doesn't matter. I always look over Ou Yu's comics, so I am familiar with the popular ones. Let me see your painting style."
"Okay." Yu Lili stepped back while Ye Qianqian reached out her hand and swiped the digital screen a few times.
As Ye Qianqian was flipping through the pictures, she saw a few that had already been drawn and painted, and they were very intense.
Ye Qianqian was shocked when she saw the character. She pulled it up again, and she saw that five or six pictures of the comic had already been drawn.
Isn't this the plot of the third episode of "Love Transaction"?
"Holy crap!" Ye Qianqian shouted in disbelief. "Is this... Love Transaction? Holy sh*t, who are you? Are you Li Xiaoyu?"
Yu Lili looked at her expression with a smile, and she quickly moved her gaze to the digital screen in front of her, then she pulled the picture back.
Ye Qianqian looked shocked and couldn't believe it. "Jesus, say something please. I'm actually at the live Li Xiaoyu, am I not?"
Yu Lili laughed, pushing her gently, and said, "Did Li Xiaoyu die and no one told me?"
"Yu Lili, Li Xiaoyu, Jesus, I didn't think of it!" Ye Qianqian sighed, slapping her forehead. Looking pitiful, she said, "The company's people were still celebrating for me a few days ago. Jesus, the author was actually sitting in front of me the whole time. My goddess, this is too embarrassing!"
During the conversation, Ye Qianqian subconsciously tried to remember whether she had ever offended Yu Lili during their work.
Ye Qianqian recalled her chat history with Li Xiaoyu...
Jesus, fortunately, I was kind!
Yu Lili smile was even happier as she shouted, "Get out, that was too exaggerated!"
Ye Qianqian was so excited to hear the words, she grabbed Yu Lili's arm and shouted, "Yes, that was so exaggerated, ah!" Ye Qianqian almost went to hit the wall and said, "Can you give me a signature? A signature of Li Xiaoyu!"
Yu Lili: "…"
"Okay, okay, I haven't calmed down yet." Ye Qianqian patted her face, looking at the lines on the digital screen. She nudged Yu Lili gently and said, "Keep drawing."
"...I won't draw. I am sleepy, and I want to sleep," Yu Lili responded.
"No way. Let me take a look at it!" Ye Qianqian put her hands together with her eyes shining, with expectation on her face, and with excitement in her voice.


In her previous lifetime, they had married for five years. He meant everything to her, but she was thrown away like an old shoe. 

After her rebirth, she gave him a divorce contract preemptively— 
“Divorce after one year, the terms of the contract are as follows: husband and wife shall not share a room or bed. Intimacy forbidden?” 
he raised his eyebrow. 

Who knew that after she got drunk one day, leaning on the headboard, he rested his deep-set eyes on her. "You broke the contract, Mrs, Li."

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

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

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

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

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


> Currently I'm posting a chapter every Tuesday.



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

As Austen had predicted, Seyla awoke a little over five hours following their conversation in The Cortex, by which time night was fast approaching. She moved gingerly upstairs and into the Dining Hall and found everyone sitting at the laden table, helping themselves to a feast of roast chicken, mashed potatoes, fat sausages, bacon, fries and pudding, each with a different drink in their hands — Austen was a wonderful chef, though he often said that he was nowhere near his mother's level. Malik pulled out the empty chair beside him and Seyla sat down.

"How are you feeling?" Austen asked.

"Fine." Seyla said, though she looked rather pale.

Austen looked unconvinced, but before he could voice his uncertainty, Malik said, "Choice drink? We have lemonade, pumpkin juice, coconut water or you can have a glass of what Austen's having."

"Watch it." Austen said, pulling his glass of red wine away and casting Malik a dark look.

"Don't be stupid." Claire said sharply. She needs something hot, not cold." She disappeared into the kitchen and returned a few minutes later with a steaming mug of chocolate milk. "Here, take this." Seyla drank; heat flushed through her body. She could feel the stiffness of her limbs caused by the cold burning away as she swallowed.

"Better?" Claire asked.

"A lot better." Seyla said, colour returning to her face. "So what did I miss?"

Raul explained briefly; Austen's orders, how he and Malik teamed up to defeat Stronghold and the white rhino, how he took her home and returned for Malik, how they knocked down Ryu and the pale skinned girl, how Metal Maniac and several other heroes showed up, their conversation in the Cortex about Sinistra and finally, Metal Maniac's message — he left out Malik's strange behaviour.

For a moment Seyla said nothing, then she spoke rather softly. "Sinistra, huh?"

"Yeah," Malik said, taking a swig of his carrot juice. She fell silent again. Raul thought that she was now thinking over what he said about Austen.

A few more moments passed, then, when he was sure that she was going to explode on Austen about his ridiculous decision to choose Malik over her, she simply stated that she was feeling chilly again. After several seconds of staring at Seyla in utter disbelief, Raul sped off, knocking over Malik's glass of carrot juice, and returned, clutching a thick fur coat that he threw to Seyla.

"Where did you get that?" Austen asked, his eyebrows raised.

"From a store in the city called 'The Wool-E Mammoth.'" Raul said coldly, refusing to look at Austen. He watched as Seyla, somewhat flustered, put on the coat. Surely she would deal with Austen once she was feeling a bit warmer? To his surprise she simply tucked into the meal, not saying another word or looking even slightly troubled. He gaped, open-mouthed, at Seyla, oblivious to the fact that Malik was staring at him, trying to resist the urge to rip him apart for spilling his drink.

After dinner that evening, Raul went to bed swearing loudly and muttering that girls were the strangest creatures he'd ever seen, while Austen, looking quite unbothered, recommended Seyla stay under dimmed thermopanels that night.

Three days passed and he had still not forgiven Austen for what he had done. He didn't utter a single word to him when he could help it, and when he couldn't, he spoke with venom in his tongue. Austen however, remained quite cheerful and Seyla, to Raul's surprise and annoyance, was still not bursting with fury.

On the fourth day after, Austen had left to collect material he would be acquiring from a mysterious source for the repair of Malik's suit, and Raul began to rant — for the seventh time so far — about what a horrible decision he made and how he didn't care to apologize even once.

"Who does he think he is, honestly? No, better question, who does he think we are? His expendable playthings that he can just toss away whenever it suits him?"

"I'm sure that's not what happened, Raul." Seyla said in a bored voice.

Raul was so furious he couldn't string the words he needed together. How could she, of all people, take his side?

"Right you are, Seyla." Austen said, pushing open the front door and swinging a small black bag. "Though I'm willing to leave him be and let him vent his frustration for as long as he wishes."

"Yeah, only because you're not the one who has to listen to him!" Malik spat.

"Exactly!" He strode over to Malik, pulled a small, flimsy book from the bag and threw it onto Malik's lap.

"What's this?" Malik asked, bewildered.

"Your comic book." Austen said.

"What?" Everyone yelled simultaneously.

Malik grabbed up the book. "'Fist of Providence'?" He repeated incredulously.

Seyla, Raul, Claire, Vernon and Jayden all scrambled up and gathered around him.

Malik skipped through the pages, flipping them so hard he tore one. There on the pages before him, were detailed drawings of his fight with Stronghold, almost exactly as it had happened. Malik punching his face with no effect, him grabbing Malik and throwing him onto the ground, Malik escaping one of Stronghold's next blows narrowly, clutching his chest —

"What is this?" Malik asked.

"I'll get to that," he said, pulling out two more books and throwing them to Seyla and Raul. "There are some for you as well."

The stories depicted in their books ("Queen of The Dark Arts" and "Dash") showed their battles with 0-Zone and the white rhino almost exactly as they happened, as Malik's had done with him and Stronghold.

"What are these?" Seyla asked, repeating Malik's earlier question.

"Comic books, depicting very near perfectly — as I'm sure you've noticed — your various fights at the museum the other day. The authors, rightfully so, seeing as though they don't know much about you, have dubbed you "The Unknowns." The greatest mystery case in Phoenix City's most recent news."

"But —" Malik began, but Austen cut across him.

"Apparently, the author obtained a video of your respective fights between members of The Council and Sinistra, and were so deeply interested by what they saw that they decided to create their own original comic line, "The Unknowns." Quite popular in fact."

"Where did you get these?" Vernon asked, looking at Austen.

"From a comic book store in Tavern City called Rumbanks."

"You went to a comic book store?" Raul asked, so surprised he forgot to be cold and fierce.

"Yes. But not for the comics though." He added quickly, at the shocked looks he was getting. "The owners are relatives. It so happens, that they are the writers."

"You never told us that you had family near here." Malik said curtly.

"Yes. There are indeed a lot of things that we don't tell others, Malik." He gave Malik a significant look; he must have understood what it meant, because he fell silent immediately.

No one said anything, they were all looking at Austen with expressions of confusion and anger.

"Of course, you don't like this idea. I don't either — this type of attention is something that may prove very irksome to us. Unfortunately, I have no current fixes. I cannot go to my cousins in Tavern City and ask them to stop publishing these books, as I'm sure you can understand why. The only solution I can think of right now is simply to try to take off some of the pressure, "lay low" if you will."

"So that means no more going out to save people then?" Malik asked, with a hint of hopefulness.

"No." Austen replied. "It simply means you will be more subtle with your future missions. And look, you can start practicing right now! I have an assignment for you."

"Finally." Claire said, cutting across Malik and Raul's groans of protest. "I've been bored silly sitting here doing nothing. So, where are we going?"

Austen smiled broadly and strode towards the door leading to The Cortex, gesturing to them to follow.

The days of Heroes and Villains are over; Corruption runs where virtue once thrived, and empathy now resides in the minds of the unjust. In a world threatened by otherworldly danger, only 6 unlikely teenagers rise to the occasion. Under the wing of a rogue superhero, they must band together to face an oncoming apocalypse.

With the rising of the morning sun, Trent knew he was screwed. Putting down the game controller, he quickly grabbed his phone to check the time. Thank God, it's only 6:30. He has to be ready in thirty minutes to make for his bus. He's made it to the bus at later times. Just some things need to be sacrificed. Trent rushed to clean up his room. There were chip bags and sodas all over the floor. There was also an unidentified young man lying on the floor.

"Micah! Come on man wake up. We'll be late if we don't get up," Trent said as he kicked his little brother awake. Startled, Micah shot up from his spot on the floor. Looking around, he also realized what time it was as he sped back to his own room.

The Davis family is made up of four members. There is Trent, the oldest son at seventeen, Micah the youngest son at sixteen, Arielle, the only daughter at fourteen, and Debra, their mother at thirty-four. Their father died when Trent was four but their mother raised them well on her own. After his father died, Trent turned to comic books to keep his spirits up. He didn't care about the franchise feud that went on. He just cared about the stories and what the heroes would do with their powers and abilities. Growing up as the oldest, the other siblings began to take on his love for comic books as well, causing the house to be a den of comic books, action figures, and various comic paraphernalia.

Their mother Debra, was out of state on a business trip, so Trent and Micah decided they'd play the new Spiderman game and didn't realize how late it got.

Hurrying to get themselves ready, there was a knock on the door.

"Trent, Micah, I finished making breakfast so hurry up or you'll miss the bus." Their sister Arielle said through the door before leaving. Knowing he didn't want to skip breakfast, Trent kicked himself into overdrive, hopping out of the room with half his clothes on. As he stumbled out of the room, Trent tripped down the steps leading down to the first floor.

"Fuck! Fuck! Shit! Fuck!" Screaming swears on the way down, Trent finally reached the ground.

"Man that hurt a bit." Trent got off the floor and rubbed his sore ankle. On the way down it banged on the steps a couple of times so he would probably have to put more pressure on the other foot. Quickly finishing readjusting his clothes, he limped into the kitchen.

"Are you alright? That sounded painful." Arielle said in a teasing tone, but not completely able to hide the hint of concern in her voice.

"Nah I'm good. I've dealt with a whole lot worse than that." Trent slid onto a chair and began to eat his breakfast. Despite her age, Arielle was the best cook in the house. Trent was well enough to cook for himself, but it wouldn't taste more than average. Not to mention his culinarily inept brother.

As he finished up his breakfast in less than two minutes, not even breaking his record, Micah came down the stairs, ready to leave.

"Bruh you good? Cause it sounded like a cartoon. I thought I was gonna have to call somebody." Micah looked at his brother with a smile on the corner of his lips, barely keeping in his laughter.

"You're just mad cause I only died once on my play-through." Trent retorted back to Micah with a satisfied smile on his face.

"It was all just luck. It'll never happen again in a million years." Micah walked in and sat down to eat his own breakfast.

"Don't need it to Micah, don't need it to."

Finishing up their food, Trent and Micah moved to wash the dishes. They followed a set of unspoken rules. Whoever cooks is exempt from washing the dishes. They looked at the clock. They had two minutes left before their bus got to their street.

"Alright let's head out, I'll lock up behind us." Trent grabbed his bag and the keys from beside the entrance and waited for his siblings. As a high school senior, Trent didn't have much work he had in his bag so he would leave at the door so he wouldn't have to pack it everyday. Thankfully, they made it to their bus. Other than Trent falling, there was no accidents throughout their ride.

As their bus pulled into the high school, Trent made sure to step off first. He had the habit of sitting at the front of every bus he got on so he was always first off. Although he had a license himself, he wasn't allowed to drive his mother's car when she wasn't there. 

Standing a little ways from the bus, Trent waited for his siblings to get off. As they got close to the entrance of the bus, shouting was heard from the side of the school. Suddenly, a car drove on the sidewalk of the school, scattering some students and bulldozing over others.

Realizing that he was in the pathway of the car, Trent tried to run to the safest area near him, his bus. Taking a step, ready to sprint to the bus, a shock ran up his leg and he fell. His ankle was still hurt from the fall! Looking up and seeing the horrified face of his brother and sister, Trent rushed to stand back up but, he was too late. The car's bumper smashed directly into Trent's head and darkness engulfed his surroundings.

[System integration 50%...75%...100%]

[System Integration complete]

Before completely losing consciousness, Trent heard a mechanical voice echoing in his head before he embraced the darkness.

After a freak accident, Trent wakes up in a new world of magic. Along with a system that gives him the powers of heroes and villains from comic books, Trent fights monsters, bandits, and nobles to find a way back home and to prove that powers are better than magic. (Note: Uses strong language throughout the book so if any are offended, just know that this is the way the character's personalities are made.)

Dusty is riding his bike to the Comic Shop with his money clinched in his sweaty palm. He parks his bike in front of the shop and walks in, he is greeted with a smile by the old man. " Why hello Dusty How are you? I just got a new selection of books last night" Said the man, Dusty replied " Hi Mr. Samuel, Sure I'll take a look". Mr. Samuel said " Dusty how many times do I have to tell you to call me Sammy? Any ways follow me I'll show you where the comics are". As Dusty followed Mr. Samuel he wondered what the shop would have looked like back in the day when people had interest in books, they came to a stop and Mr. Samuel showed Dusty the selection . " well there you go, I'll be up front if you need anything". Five minutes went by and Dusty went through almost half of the novels ,skimming the first pages to see if they are interesting. Dusty picked up a book and read the title out loud " Imaginary Demise, hmmmm
 I'll take a look", Dusty began to read the back of the cover to read a summery of the book. It was about a child who had an imaginary friend, all though he says that his friend is imaginary it doesn't look that way. Dusty liked it, took it to the front, payed, got on his bike and went home. When he got home there were two cars in the drive way which means his dad is home from work, Dusty parks his bike in the back yard and goes through the back door. " DUSTY IS THAT YOU?" His mom yells from across the kitchen, "YEA MOM"Dusty replied as he is running up stairs to read the new comic he had just bought. He reads the book until his mom calls him for dinner, than he runs down stairs and sits at the table. His mom hands him his dinner and they all sat down. "so dusty how was school today?" Said his mom "fine" replied dusty. His mom asked" did you learn anything new?" Dusty replied "nope, but guess what? I got a new book from Mr. Samuel! It's called Imaginary Demise" his mom said " cool now finish your dinner ok?". Dusty finished eating his food and went upstairs to finish reading his comic. Right before he reached the end his phone rang, dusty picked it up " hello?" A voice replied" Hey dusty it's Michael" sounding a bit relieved he replied " Hey Michael how are you? So I got this new book from Mr. Samuel, it's good! It's called Imaginary Demise, I'll bring to school tomorrow so you can borrow it" Michael said" wow really? I would love to but my family is going on vacation for a few days and I'm not gonna be able to get it tomorrow, I only live a few houses away so can I come get it real quick?" " sure thing!" Dusty said that they hung up. A few minutes later Michael came to get the book and left. Dusty went to bed unaware about what would happen the next day....

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