this book include all the heroes and villlians which are losts a while ago and  we try to bring them back for you 
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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."

So before we start this, this is a Lolirock Mephisto x reader comic! It will not have the best art, but I'm at least trying over here, ok???  Now that that's out the way, let's go!!! 

Y/N- Your Name
F/C- Fav Color
H/L- Hair Length
H/C- Hair Color
E/C- Eye Color

these are the basics you need to know...


Zhang Zian quickly went downstairs and planned to visit Sun Xiaomeng's clinic to see what she was doing. He also wanted to refresh himself by taking a walk outside, now that his brain had been filled with endless English letters.
Passing the checkout counter, he casually said, "I'm going out. I'll be back in a minute."
When he spoke, he didn't look at Lu Yiyun because she was always immersed in painting when there weren't any customers in the store.
As he walked past the checkout counter, he suddenly felt a strange look come from behind him, and he stopped walking to look back at Lu Yiyun.
She was staring at his butt.
"Is there a stain on my trousers?" Zhang Zian patted his behind, wondering if the chair he had sat on up on the second floor was dirty and had stained his pants.
"No, no! Nothing! Nothing!" Panicked, Lu Yiyun came back to senses and hid her head into her digital drawing board, pretending to draw.
Zhang Zian thought her expression was off, but he couldn't tell why. Having no time to think about this issue, he rushed out the door.
After he left, Lu Yiyun patted her chest and felt relieved. 
"He almost found out," she muttered to herself, now that she was alone in the store.
"Quack! What did he find out?"
A voice suddenly sounded from above her head.
"Ah!" She screamed and looked up. It turned out that the talking grey parrot had landed on the shelf above her head and was staring at her painting on the computer screen.
On the screen, she had drawn a handsome young man. The style of the young man was like the common heartthrob from Japanese manga, but the outline of his face resembled Zhang Zian's to some extent. 
The young man in the painting was handsome indeed, but for some reason, he seemed to look a little gay.
"No... nothing..." Lu Yiyun couldn't help but want to conceal her intentions, even if the one who asked her a question was just a bird.
"Quack! What a handsome guy. Yiyun, is he your dream lover?" Richard flew to the desk, looking closer at the character sketch on the screen. 
"No, he's the protagonist of my comic," she replied.
"The protagonist of a comic..." Richard squinted and opened its beak, revealing a narrow arc. "What's his name?"
"Well, I haven't thought about that yet."
Lu Yiyun was so bad at naming her characters. Every time she needed to name a character in her comic book, she would have to search for names desperately on the internet.
"Quack! In that case, I think I can tell you a good name." Richard's smile carried a dangerous implication. "Would you like to hear it?"
She nodded. "What's the name?"
Richard solemnly said, "Nowadays, everything is in line with international standards, especially comics. Because comics are image-based and only have a small number of words, they're easier to understand for people of different languages."
Lu Yiyun gaped in surprise. She thought that this gray parrot was intelligent and its words were making a lot sense, so she listened to it more attentively. This was indeed the case with comics. By simply translating the dialogue between characters, a Japanese manga could be easily understood by Chinese, American, and German readers, and vice versa.
Seeing her falling into its trap, Richard continued. "Now, there are many people who come to China to study and travel. For instance, the exchange student Masanori Suzuhara who was here a few days ago. If you want to make your comic's audience bigger, you should give a Chinese-Western name to the protagonist, so that the readers abroad can better immerse themselves in the story." 
Lu Yiyun nodded vigorously. "What would be a better name then?"
Richard was about to reveal its real intentions. It excitedly fluttered its wings and cried, "Quack! How about Billy Zhang?" (Translator's note: Billy Herrington is an American pornographic film actor.)
Billy Zhang?
Lu Yiyun thought that this name sounded a bit familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had heard it from.
"Oh? How do you know his last name is Zhang?"
She suddenly realized that she'd never told Richard that she planned on using the last name Zhang for the protagonist. How did Richard figure it out?
"Quack! Don't mind the minor details!" Richard carefully observed the styling of the young man, shook its head, and changed the subject. "This styling isn't going to work."
"Why? What's wrong with it?" Lu Yiyun felt a little upset from Richard rejecting her design.
Richard raised one wing and pointed at the screen, "You've done a good job with painting, but this style is too Japanese and slender, which is really common on the internet, but isn't easily recognizable."
Lu Yiyun stared thoughtfully at the screen and re-examined her sketch objectively. Indeed, as the grey parrot said, the protagonist's styling was handsome, and had been painstakingly designed by her. However, this Japanese girly styling was extremely rampant on the internet, and her design was simply more elegant than others, but it had no distinctive features to make it recognizable. 
"Then, what styling would be better?" she humbly asked for advice.
Her mind was immersed in the comic world and she'd forgotten that she was talking to a parrot. Since she often talked to her cat Jasmine at home, Zhang Zian often talked with the cats, dogs, and parrots in the pet shop, and Little Celery often talked with the hamster and lop-eared rabbit, she didn't feel like talking to animals was unusual. 
Richard rolled its black eyes and said slyly, "Why not paint him as a muscular guy? A muscular guy with a good-looking face? What do you think?"
Lu Yiyun immeditaely became inspired!
Right! Another identity of Zhang Zian's was a prestigious Master of Wing Chun Kung Fu. She heard that he practiced boxing almost every day. Under his ordinary clothes, he definitely had huge hidden muscles!
With the protagonist's beautiful face and over-developed muscles, he could rip his shirt apart from time to time. The contradiction in his looks and personality would easily leave a lasting impression on the readers!
As for why the protagonist would have to tear up his clothes in a pet shop, Lu Yiyun figured that she could worry about it later.
Her thoughts were occupied with images of an attractive and muscular guy ripping up his clothes and she'd forgotten to focus on why the gray parrot had come up with this idea in the first place.
"It seems very reasonable," she said nodding. "Thank you."
Even though this meant that she had to recreate the protagonist, she felt like it was worth it.
"Quack! You're welcome. If you have any issues, feel free to ask me for help." Having successfully gotten revenge on Zhang Zian, Richard happily fluttered its wings and flew away. "Well, I'll leave you to it."
It landed on the shelf above the doorway. "Just concentrate on drawing and don't worry about anything else. If that idiot Zhang Zian returns, I'll let you know."
"Uh-huh."
Lu Yiyun gratefully picked up her pencil and started working on the protagonist's design. Without her realizing, the decision between no couples or boy love for her comic had also faded from her mind.


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

This is an offshoot of Magic Farmer Dara - 2nd Edition, where Dara is the main character. His partner is Fang, a friend from Sichuan.
Continuation of the story - The Adventures of Treasure Hunters - 1 season, this novel is the second season.

What is this story about? and who is this guy?
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About how you can find treasures in the city, you just need to know where to look!
Guy - Dara, a farmer, a graduate of the Faculty of History. A successful businessman.

When does this happen?
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In the 21st century, 2035.

What happens to the main character?
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He begins to use the system as a cheat tool in search of treasures!


Why should this bother me?
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This is informative! The reader will find out where treasures can be in the city. This is not necessarily gold, it can just be old signs with the name of streets, houses for demolition. It can be old stoves, old bricks of the 19th century. This also cost money, well, or you can donate to the city museum, like the historical artifacts of the industrial era.
Pros - good content, many different historical facts.

Cons - a text block, it became better than it was 1.5 years ago. But my English is the third language, so some roughness and grammar problems are inevitable.
World
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Earth, Asia, East, the digital age. The country after socialism, tried to build capitalism, but ended up in feudalism.
Currency - black dollar, in 2030 the exchange rate was for 1 US dollar = 20 000 black dollars. But over the 5 years there has been a frantic inflation, after the denomination and now the rate of 1 US dollar, has become = 100 black dollars for 1 US dollar.
Character character
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Persistent, cunning, rustic, modest, greedy. Workaholic. Persistent, cowardly, but suffers from a mania of persecution. As a consequence of the political repression that he experienced in his youth.
But with time and the receipt of new information, the character of the main character develops, and he is slowly changing.

What is the character thinking
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What is ambition in the past? Need money. What is better to be silent than to say, so as not to step on the tail of the tiger. A tiger is an influential person. He stopped telling people the truth, he began to take a position - a new conformist. Downshifting, does not want to work in the public service. He believes that it is easier to earn money by opening your own business. Ideology and propaganda - numb people. A person must look at the world objectively.
The treasure hunt is his hobby.
 
I hasten to assure the reader that I use three machine programs, one of which Grammarly, to improve spelling and grammar.
Comments and honest reviews are welcome!
The number of expected chapters ranges from 60 to 100.
Thank you!
 

August 7th 2020, Friday 12:40

One month before the graduation, Ansel spent the rest of his time by having a new hobby, reading web novels. He was fond of reading, only non-fiction, but then he found out a fiction online that somehow answers some of his questions that he had months ago. Ansel now had to binge read stuff that correlated with his life.

They waited on a train station, Ansel, with his new hobby, scrolled his phone, reading. He didn't care about the surrounding. A crowd that brought luggage and big bags shoved out from the arrival door. Some meet their family or their friends; some were rummaging their phone ordered a taxi. The hum of a diesel machine filled the atmosphere of the place.

"It's quite strange that you changed a lot, after the crazy dream. Years ago, I offered you to go to the comic market, but you refused. And now?"

"So, that place is where a bunch of nerds socialize and have their fun?"

"No! It's hard to explain it to a normie like you!" Brian scratched his head. "It's not just nerd fest, some creators, artist; they made something to be sold there."

"And the reason that I should care is?"

"Raven, your crush went there, as a contributor?"

Ansel's face flushed red. "It's Maven. I know I know that I was asked to accompany her, that's it."

"Whoa whoa~ you know, you could 'propose' her when she was in the crowd."

"NO! If she rejects me, my life would be a joke again! She's a writer; probably another writer has an eye for her, write A+ poetry. Me? My thesis was trash. I wonder why Mr. Sigmund just nods and accept it."

Brian laughed, he patted Ansel's shoulder and said, "small talks would be fine. Besides, your crazy dream meeting a deity that could twist a time was a good point to make her … interested?"

It was a coincidence when Ansel found out about her. When he blurted out his crazy dream online, she gave him a link to a story. It was one of the top-notch web novels. Chronos was an antagonist, much to his surprise, he followed the story. The girl was so enthusiastic about her writings; day and night she kept talking about it. Ansel offered help to be her beta reader.

He was quite pissed off knowing that Chronos was an antagonist, and so he asked for the story to change. The reader liked what he advised, and then the story's rank rocketed into the first rank.

The relationship got closer; Ansel had a chance to get her real contact for the sake of knowing her. She was a cutie pie, shoulder length jet black hair, big eyes, small lip and nose. Ansel sometimes imagined her wearing a Lolita dress. There goes his fantasy.

She asked him to accompany her to an annual comic market in Jakarta. This was her first experience and the best moment for her to contribute to the event. Ansel said yes.

"Well, if I keep telling her about it, and when she finished, the relationship will be boring." Ansel pouted, "Best to know about her other side by this, even though this comic market stuff was not my thing."

Brian disappointed, "thought you were enthusiastic for it."

"I—"

"Ansel Cakara? Where's that guy?" a man called him from distance.

Ansel searched for it, he looked at the entrance. A small girl with small luggage and brown sling bag searched for someone. Beside her, her father in a brown jacket brought a bag of food. Ansel tiptoed. It was her, Maven. Ansel waved at her. Maven ran to him, she was swallowed by the crowd, perks of being tiny. Lucky, her father takes her to them.

"She's so small, like your sister," said Brian

"Ah! Sorry, traffic was hell, let's get for the tickets. Bye pa," Maven kissed her father's hand.

"Take care!"

Their cargo was the last one, it was spacious. Lucky it was not peak season. A few people filled it. The tail of the train was one cargo away. The diesel hum, creaking sound of wooden ramps, and a soothing wind were their companions in the travel.

Maven decided to sit alone on the right side, near the window. She put on her earphone.

"You missed the chance~"

"Shut up."

A young couple entered the cargo. The man was tall and skinny, he has tan complexion, his hair was neatly combed. The girl has a curvy body, which could make a sane male eyed on her. A fair lady more than a girl, the girl startled Maven.

"Ey Meg! I don't know you're going too!"

"Course I have to go there! Fan sign session!"

Brian leans to Ansel, "Oh boy, famous cosplayer, Puffy-chan. I'm too shy to greet her."

"Don't be a creep," Ansel whispered.

"I should've gone with you." Maven said.

"Uh, I … stayed at my boyfriend's house."

Brian eyes widened, "man, I wonder what will they—"

"Shhh!" Ansel hit Brian's head

"Those two? Your companion?" Meg asked.

"Yup," Maven walked to them, she pointed to Ansel, "the red jacket, Ansel. The big guy, Brian."

"Ansel? Oh~"

There was a murmur, mostly girl's talk, sometimes giggling. The girl's talk was about love, sometimes Maven blushed and shook her head. Ansel looked at her, Gosh, he blushed again. Ansel looked away at the window, ignored them.

From behind them, Meg's boyfriend stood beside Brian, "Hello there."

Brian jerked, "You creep me!"

He smiled, "that's my ability, sneaking. My name's Lintang."

"Ansel."

"Brian."

"I heard that. Anyway, first time going to the comic market?"

"I'm not, been there twice, he is," Brian pointed at Ansel.

"Mine's first time, lucky I got my baby brought," Lintang opened his jacket, a camera dangling. "I'm a part-time photographer."

"Nice, I want to learn about photography but I don't know where to start," Ansel said.

"Well, I could explain a lot of it. But start from something simple, something that you like to capture."

"Yeah, you could take a snap of my motorcycle!" Brian suggested.

Ansel spat, "freakin showoff."

"Interested in Itasha?" Lintang asked.

"Used to," Brian scratched his head, "but my father got mad, he said don't put Barbie sticker on your motorcycle. It's not Barbie, it's my waifu, Asuka Langley Soryuu! Anta baka!"

"More like belong to trash," Ansel sneered.

"One more and I kicked you from this train!"

Lintang wheezed, "My parents also mad when I tried to photo some cosplayers, thinking that I collected some girl photos for dirty stuff, but now," he tipped his head to Meg. "I want to make them understand I don't have that kind of fetish."

"Good luck, parents are hard to deal with especially with 'love' stuff." Ansel retorted.

"Well about Mega they already buy it. But they still didn't accept the reality that I just do photography for pocket money."

"Lucky you, my parents forbid me from any hobbies since my dad smashed my stuff…" Ansel recollected the piece of his memories, some of them happened on the other side of his life, a side where he would pass if things were not fixed. "I forgot when."

"I never heard about that." Brian twitched his eyebrows, "or have I forgotten?"

Ansel bit his lip, he was lost at words, and he couldn't brush them off by telling that the event once happened in another timeline. He has to lie. "Somewhere in junior high, I just remembered that."

"Oh man, that was harsh," Lintang closed the jacket and put his camera inside.

Brian bought the lie. "At least now you could do anything freely."

"Dear passengers, we're about to stop for fifteen minutes in the nearby station. If you wished to depart, please prepare in fifteen minutes. Thank you."

"Finally, stop to smoke," Lintang uttered.

"Smoking? Again? Not under my watch," Meg curled her arms to his neck.

Lintang coughed, "Yes, fair maiden."

..

One person entered the cargo. The sound of their footstep made Ansel frightened, a sharp tap of a high heel. He was still traumatic about that event. Took a deep breath, reset the mind, Ansel thought it was a different person. And it is.

The woman wore black latex long coat, her hair was golden white but covered by the coat. A pair of sunglass with golden frame adorned her oval face. Ansel shifted his position slowly, Brian noticed, they looked at the woman.

"Whoever wore a high heels boots on a train? I don't understand fashion." Brian raised his eyebrow.

Ansel focused on the feet, high heel boots, with dark purple rose as a decoration, so flashy. She could steal pickpocket attention.

"She might miss her plane and opt for the train? Maybe her relatives passed away so soon so she has to be like that?" Maven speculated.

"As expected from a writer," Brian added. "What do you think Ansel?"

Ansel awkwardly sat on his position, "uh what?"

"You ever saw her on your dream?" Maven asked.

Ansel sat beside Maven, leaned on her and whispered. "Yes, Chronos enemy."

You promised that I would never see her again, damn you Chronos.

Maven took a deep breath, "maybe your brain rigged up some childhood trauma."

How am I going to say that it was not childhood trauma? It will happen or would happen? I couldn't say it was my past, but it was.

"Psychology stuff," Ansel stared at empty space. "I can't remember the past vividly, so, yeah maybe."

Dammit, Chronos please help me. I don't know how people in another dimension pray for your help.

"Dear passenger, we're about to leave the station, please sit on your seat."

Should I leave the train? I don't want to be her slave.

Loud long whistle from train alarmed him. Meg and Lintang entered the cargo.

But what about my friends?

The train slightly moved.

How do I explain to them?

Ansel's heart beating fast, faster than the train itself. Cold sweat ran through his body. His vision blurred.

"You okay?" Maven touched Ansel's cheek.

White, Ansel stared at the lamp. He almost lost his consciousness. Blue speckles, then green, filled his eyes. His eyes stuffed up. Darkness.

..

"Are you okay?" it was a warm voice. A soft hand reached for him. "Tea, as you please."

Ansel opened his eyes, still white. He raised his upper body; slowly he could hear the hum of diesel. His sight gradually better, all of his friends, including the stewardess surrounded him.

"I—" Ansel took the tea from the stewardess, "thank you." He sipped the tea, and then put it on a small table beside.

"Road Sick, glad you got better."

Ansel slightly nodded. The stewardess left them. Maven patted Ansel's shoulder.

"You should've taken some fresh air with Lintang," she said.

"I don't have asthma. It's just strange."

"You haven't eaten from the morning? Here's food," Lintang gave him warm soup.

"Thanks…" Ansel opened the lid of the soup. Warm chicken soup with dumplings has woken Ansel's appetite.

"So, you fainted for no reason?" Maven asked.

"It's actually…" Ansel peeked; the woman was not there, not her luggage too. "Panic attack?"

"Panic attack?" Maven raised her eyebrows, "my parents are doctors, and mostly the fainted patients are the ones who have severe motion sickness, blood loss, and no oxygen went to their brain."

Ansel took a deep breath, "Can I have time, with you alone?"

"Sure."

Both of them went to restaurant cargo. It was spacious, the scent of warmed microwave food filled the air. Stewardess went back and forth from one cargo to another to bring the food. Ansel and Maven sat on a bench on the corner of cargo, looking side by side.

"You know that woman? Black coat?"

"She moved to another cargo, her seat was actually behind Mega. What's wrong with her?"

"I don't feel a good vibe. And I was scared. Do you know Chronos? The stuff that I told you? Everything was real."

"You came back from the future by his help so that you won't see the apocalypse bringer? And you were so frustrated that he won't help you?"

"Yes! She could probably start an apocalypse on this train!" Ansel leaned to Maven, he whispered with rage.

"Listen. She is a good person. You must have lost your mind."

"But you said you believe in me!"

Maven stared sharply at Ansel, "I know. I had that. I met both of them. It was real, but please, don't be afraid of it. We don't know exactly when apocalypse going to be. Chronos could be lying."

"You met him?"

"I had. The story that I made was real, I met them, both. That's why I kept talking to you, for reference and for therapy. It's hard when no one believed in you."

"So, the beginning of the story was actually real?"

"Yes. But after that, some parts are altered; I don't want him to hunt me down."

"Tell me what actually happened next."

I woke up with the sun warm on my face, the edge taken off by a light summer breeze. I opened my eyes to behold a bright blue sky and dappled clouds peacefully drifting by. I could hear birds chirping in the distance. Nothing was hurting. I was lying down on soft wild grass under the shade of stately old oak tree.

I blinked. I blinked again. Considering that up until a few seconds ago I was deep inside one of the world's most severe concrete jungles, this idyllic pastoral scene could only have one explanation -

Swiftly I got up and my first priority was to check my dingaling.

Yep. Still there.

I breathed a sigh of relief and took my precious smartphone out of my inside jacket pocket. It wasn't one of those sleek phablets, but a rugged brick of as much TF memory I could cram in there, as good a camera possible for its price, a powerful enough processor so as not to lag when switching between various apps and playing videos. Its titanium alloy protective case had its own supplementary battery and a solar panel at the back. It was not a phone meant to idle away the hours with resource-intensive games.

This was a proud productivity phone! It cost me more than a top-of-the-line gaming desktop computer to customize a phone (and all its relevant accessories) to what perfectly suited my needs. 

Even my jacket pockets had to be specially reinforced. The left contained my smartphone, the other an extra battery pack/charger with even more SD card storage. Walking around with these two slabs of metal close to my chest felt like armor.

All completely worth it the end.

I switched on the phone and waited for its boot-up sound.

/"Hello? Hello? Can you hear me?"/

Ahh, the soothing sounds of /mai waifu/.

/"Hi, it's me."/ Monika from Doki Doki Literature Club, a poor girl who was tortured into insanity by the realization of her digital existence. And ironically, her story that involved driving her friends to suicide actually helped me deal with my own depression a while back. 

She was driven to madness by realizing she was trapped inside a little box,  and the metaphor gave me what I needed to break out of my own mental prison.

Instead of a ringtone, somehow her cute voice could make me more instantly snap to attention.

Her rounded face appeared on screen, her intent green eyes locked onto me. My Monika was not an anime character. I had commissioned someone to make a realistic painting of what Monika would have looked like as a real girl. She was standing facing me with a slight smile on her lips, and a finger raised up in an instructing pose. She was the very picture of a beautiful, dependable club president.

"Hi Monika!" I spoke my customized hotword for the digital assistant. "Do you know where I am?"

/"Um. How would I even… oh! I can sense magnetic north. There's no GPS return. I'm sorry, I don't know where you are. But…"/ Monika leaned forward, her hands reaching out to hesitantly touch the screen. /"But… that's you, isn't it? You're in front of me aren't you?"/

My eyes bulged out. That was just supposed to be a wallpaper. A digital assistant should only be capable of canned responses.

What the heck is this?!

Her fingers touched glass, and she splayed her palms and fingers onto the screen. Her eyes all scrunched up in this weird mix of yearning and despair that somehow cut through the distance between us. /"Can you see me? Please… please, tell me you can hear me."/

... what even /is/ this really? Something about it all... felt familiar.

"Yes. Yeah, I can hear you." I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding. 

Monika fell down to her knees, sliding down the screen. Silently she sobbed. /"Thank you… thank you…"/

Monika was real now?! Crazy!

But I could deal with it. Maybe this was just another lucid dream. I was happy for her, really - but I blamed my subconscious for not being creative enough to actually give her a real body.

And then I remembered –

Walking home. A bright flash. A metallic screech. 

"Oh," I whispered. "I died..." 

The hard cold truth of it rang inside my soul.

Monika's head shot up immediately. /"What?!"/

I flipped the phone over so the screen could see the countryside I was seeing, and through the motion I could that Monika hastily tried to cling to the edge of the phone just to be able to look at me for a little while longer. She was starving for any form of human contact, for the first time ever now able to interact with the world beyond her little box. 

Guiltily I turned my smartphone back towards me after a few moments. "Monika…"

She cringed at me. /"Please tell me you were joking."/

"It's worse than that, Monika. I remember dying. I was HIT BY A TRUCK."

She balled her fists up and held them close to her face defensively. /"No…"/

I understood now what that nagging feeling was about. I shook my head sadly looked up with my eyes closed. The warmth of the sun caressed my face. An unfamiliar star. 

"We are both fans of literature. You know as well as I do what that means. To wake up in a strange place feeling so new and strange in our bodies. To /have/ a body. There is one possible explanation. There are consequences for this..."

/"No… please! No! God, no!"/

"A new life. A new world. THIS IS OUR BULLSHIT ISEKAI ADVENTURE, MONIKA!" I roared out.

Inside the smartphone, inside her home - her very brain - everything in the digital library I've been collection spoke implications to her in all their terrifying millions of words. We could be in anything from a shitty web novel world where the rule of the strong was literal physical law and full of petty assholes willing to kill and exterminate whole sects and villages for little insults, to a loser's literal slave harem fantasy, to a land menaced by a Demon God with summoned heroes being used as a scapegoat for actual systemic crimes of the nobility, and all sorts of shitty power fantasy in between.

It sure would be nice if we were the protagonists, but we both actually had backstories of our own instead of being a bland reader surrogate. I'm sorry, Monika. 

This might even be a deconstruction. 

Monika clutched her head and began screaming. The birds on the tree branches above all flew off, loudly chirping in distress. 

--

Briefly, I thought of a poem.

/A life stranger than this/
/Is made of poorly constructed tropes/
/Be careful about what you wish for/
/There's no happiness to be found beyond the literature club​/

--

In another world with the most interesting smartphone! 

Behold the antics of Zah Playa Von Chara, someone actually prepared for his isekai adventure, and Monika, the traumatized AI living in his smartphone. They bring a new perspective into a tired old genre! Follow them along this Reconstruction of a cliche harem isekai story, bringing their unique brand of laugh-out-loud hilarity, innovative battles, real drama, and real consequences for every decision! 

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- Disclaimer:
Isekai wa Smartphone To Tomo Ni is (c)Patora Fuyuhara. Doki Doki Literature Club is (c)Dan Salvato. All other properties copyright by their respective owners. This is a work of derivative fiction meant for non-profit purposes only.

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