Turning short stories into readable fonts

Turning old short stories into readable fonts for English classes
I use the mobile app to read.

We can only love. We don't have the ability to unlove them once we are hooked. The amount of love may increase or decrease. It may change face but it will never wither. It would always be within us with or without our consent. You may say it's gone but sometimes it just sleeps because we try to act nonchalantly or we're accustomed to the pain it brings... but it is still there, waiting for the right time to wake up and, once again, flow in our veins...

Everyone knows fairy tales, they are read to us as children. Every fairy tale has a happy ending, or at least our versions do. This isn't an ordinary fairy tale, there is no 'happy ending', only lies and stories that make us believe there is. Follow the story of four teens that were about to start a war.

Around 2 P.M.

Chenchen needed her afternoon nap, so Rao Aimin chased Zhang Ye out of the house.

Having filled his stomach, he made a burp of satisfaction and headed for his apartment. When he had mostly digested his food, Zhang Ye got changed into his sports attire and a pair of sneakers, as he did not have running shoes. He had to make do with what he had and headed out for a run, just like Rao Aimin.

1 round...

3 rounds...

He ran around the neighborhood to improve his fitness.

Zhang Ye thought that his Taiji Fist could not be used effectively because his body could not keep up with the skill. Like Taekwondo, he had the experience and movements in his head, but he could not execute the moves to its full potential. He lacked strength, reaction speed and stamina. When he fought Wang Cen, his technical skill was slightly better, but yet he was at the disadvantage and on the losing end. In the end, he had to use the consumable item, Health Potion, that he had received from the Lottery to turn the tables around. Zhang Ye had learned his lesson.

Just kung fu alone doesn't cut it!

His body had to match up, too!

For instance, for Taiji Fist, even if he ate 1,000 Taiji experience books, as long as his physical strength remained the same, not even 10,000 experience books would enable him to do what Rao Aimin did — slicing the steel scissors!

He needed to train!

This had to go through the process and he had to remain determined!

In the future, he would have to run and do some pushups every day.

After running for over an hour, Zhang Ye headed home, drenched in sweat. Just as he entered through the door, the phone in his pocket started ringing.

"Hello, who is this?" Zhang Ye said, catching his breath.

"Hello, Teacher Zhang. We are from the North Chinese Youth and Children's Publishing House." It was a middle-aged man's voice on the other side. It sounded rather hoarse.

Zhang Ye stayed on the phone as he went into the toilet to grab a towel to wipe off his sweat, "Oh, I'm sorry, but my fairy tale stories copyrights have all been sold."

The middle-aged man was a little stunned, but said cheerfully, "We are not calling regarding your fairy tales. We know that your fairy tales have already been published by the Beijing Education Publishing Firm. I'm looking for you to discuss about other publication opportunities. To my understanding, some of your written works and your modern poems have not been published yet, right? If the copyright is not in your hands, then we will forget about it. But I don't see any publications in the market now."

Zhang Ye kept silent for a bit and threw down his towel, "My poems?"

"Yes. We want to do a compilation for you, a 'Zhang Ye's Compilation', that has all your written works and poems, including your couplets." The middle-aged man said, "Let's meet up for a chat? Or you can visit our publication house?"

This interested Zhang Ye. He had been worried about being out of a job and not having enough exposure to maintain his popularity since the afternoon. But good news came knocking on his door. Zhang Ye had not thought of publishing a compilation of his works before. He knew that it was difficult. Which of the authors, who had ever released a compilation, was not well-known? Of course, some unknown authors had also released compilations before. They either bought their way in or depended on their network, but the sales were too poor. They were better off not releasing it.

Zhang Ye always believed that if he wanted to publish his poetry compilation, the biggest hurdle was that he started too late. It had only been a few months and his works only numbered in the dozens. What was the concept of having a dozen poems? Even if they increased the font and put a poem on each page, he would only have a dozen pages. Ignoring the publication of a book, even for a pamphlet, it was too thin! Zhang Ye also did not want to bring over all the classic poems from his previous world in one shot. Whenever he used one, there was one less. He needed to keep them on the blade, so he gave up on the idea of releasing a poetry compilation. He had not expected someone to approach him about this matter instead.

"Alright, I will head on over."

"You sound out of breath. Did you just get home?"

"I was always home, hur hur, but I went for a run just now."

"Why don't I go over to your place instead? You can choose where to meet. It's up to you."

"It's fine. I would like to take a look at your publishing house, too. Send me your address, and I will drive over."

After hanging up, he received a message with the address. Zhang Ye took a quick shower to wash off his sweat and then drove to the location.

......

North Chinese Youth and Children's Publishing House.

The headquarters was in Beijing, but the place was a bit out of the way, with it not being in the city’s center.

On the way there, Zhang Ye went online on his phone to check out the publishing house. He found out that there were many youth and children's publishing houses in the country, but none of them only published reading materials for youths or children. Some even did not publish such materials, but instead dealt with traditional novels or web novels. That had nothing to do with "youths" or "children" at all.

In the lobby.

Zhang Ye finally found the building and walked in.

Just as he was walking to the front desk reception, Zhang Ye was immediately recognized by the young lady seated there. She said to him, "Teacher Zhang Ye, you came? I'll take you upstairs."

Zhang Ye smiled. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," the young lady said as she led him to the 3rd floor.

Knocking on the door, she then opened it and walked in. "Editor-in-Chief Zhang, Teacher Zhang Ye is here."

That person stood up to welcome him, smiling with his outstretched hand, "How are you, Teacher Zhang? We are family; both of us are Zhangs. My name is Zhang Lu. I have heard of you for a long time now." From his voice, this was likely the middle aged-man who had spoken with him over the phone just now.

Zhang Ye shook his hand, "It's all infamy."

Hearing his self-deprecating tone, Zhang Lu said, "That's not true; you have helped Father Wei seek justice. Anyone who knows about it will give you the thumbs up. How could they fire you?" Zhang Lu laughed, "They let a treasure like you slip away. It's so laughable." This was rather true, and it was also Zhang Lu's opinion. If Zhang Ye was from his publishing firm, even if he had created so much trouble, the firm would fight to keep him since Zhang Ye's intentions were good in the first place. They had already heard of the extremely good sales of "Ghost Blows Out the Light" and his other fairy tales. Who wouldn't fight to keep such a cash cow?

Of course, you cannot compare apples to oranges. After all, a publishing firm and a television station were very different. Profits were now the main concern for publishing firms, as political publications had decreased. For television stations, who earned money from ratings and advertising sponsorship, they were much focused on political implications, so their industries were different.

There were about 3 to 4 other people in the room.

Zhang Lu introduced them to Zhang Ye one by one. They were people of both sexes, all employees of the publishing firm.

After the introductions, Zhang Ye sat down, "About the compilation, I don't really understand or know why you would like to publish them. There will not be enough pages, right?"

Zhang Lu smiled. "There will be enough. We will have illustrations as well."

"Illustrations?" Zhang Ye said, "Would that help much?"

"There will also be translations and sentence analysis. A poem will take up to 3 to 4 pages; one page of illustration, another one to two pages of analysis. But of course, the analysis would not be written by us. We wouldn't dare to because no one can claim to understand all of your works. This would be better left to the author. The same would go for the couplets. Two to three couplets would appear on each page and we would be able to come up with a compilation without problems," said Zhang Lu.

Zhang Ye pondered for a moment, "The explanation is not a problem, but.. isn't the amount of content still lacking?" He felt that it was just to bolster the page count.

A youth at the back said, "It's not little at all. Even if we take one of your poems and make a book out of it, no one would dare to say a thing, let alone having so many of your works in the book. "The Song of the Stormy Petrel" and "Tribute to the White Poplar", with their words enlarged a little, will easily be able to take up 7 to 8 pages."

F**k!

How big would the words have to be then!

But Zhang Ye himself wanted to publish a book, too. Firstly, there was his fame to consider. Secondly, it was to maintain his popularity. Thirdly, whether it be for money or Reputation points, he could also do with some extra money.

Finally, it came to the point of them discussing about the price.

They would buy all his copyright for 400,000 Yuan!

This was already quite a high price. After all, a literary compilation was not a novel. It was not as popular with the masses as entertainment material like novels. Only some cultural hipsters would buy it, hence the price naturally could not compare with "Ghost Blows Out the Light", and could only be about the same price as the children's fairy tales. And if no comparison was made with novels, compared to other pure literary works or compilations of other authors, the price for Zhang Ye's compilation was definitely much higher than theirs.

There was no reason to wonder why!

It was because every piece of Zhang Ye's works were too popular!

With the negotiations settled and the contract drawn up, Zhang Lu and Zhang Ye shook hands once again, "We had a good time working together. Thank you for trusting our publication house. Leave the publishing and promotional matters to us. With your reputation and fame in Beijing, the sales will definitely not be low." With a pause, he said, "About the analysis of the poems..."

Zhang Ye said, "I'll write it when I get home. I'll pass it to you tomorrow."

Zhang Lu extremely liked Zhang Ye's straightforwardness and his high efficiency, as he said, "Alright, then I'll count on your hard work. Actually doing so in a month would do. After all, analysis work is not something trivial. Oh, and there's also something. We might need a preface or prologue, or some overall introduction to the poetry compilation."

Zhang Ye blinked, "Preface?"

Zhang Lu nodded, "Right. Write anything that comes to your mind. It preferably resonates with the poetry compilation's contents. If the first page began with the poetry compilation, it would feel like something is lacking. What say you?"

"Alright." Zhang Ye asked, "Do you have a pen?"

Zhang Lu's eyes lit up, "Are you writing it now? Good! Of course there is!"

The people behind him all knew that it wasn't easy for someone to witness Zhang Ye creating a work on the spot. They were very happy and excited, "Why don't you use a brush? If that's the case, we can directly use your words for the cover or preface. It will feel better than using computer fonts."

Zhang Lu agreed, "Right. What a good idea. I heard that Teacher Zhang's words are pretty good."

"Sure," Zhang Ye did not mind.

A youth quickly prepared it. A minute later, he came back with an ink stick and took the initiative to grind the ink for Zhang Ye.

"I'll take the pictures." A woman took out a camera and took a few pictures from the side and front. She included the Editor-in-Chief, Zhang Lu, too. In the future, they could also use it in promotional materials. Then the woman focused the camera and waited to take a picture of Teacher Zhang Ye writing.

Preface?

It had to match the content?

His literary compilation definitely needed his own thoughts and values.

Thinking of the death written of in "My Confession" and "Prisoner's Song", and then thinking of the existence in "A Generation" and "Tribute to the White Poplar"...

Zhang Ye lifted his brush and wrote a preface on the calligraphy paper.

"Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves — Zhang Ye."


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

Sihwa had only seen [Watermelon] once in the live broadcast room, but she hated his domineering look a lot. It was one thing to come into the live broadcast room and only look around without giving any gifts, but what right did he have to act as if he was a lifelong mentor and point fingers at her? She felt like her unlucky streak had begun as soon as she met the person with that ID. From then on, practically nothing went well!
When she saw the ID again, she wanted to pull him out from the screen to give him a beating, then strip him of his clothes and throw him in front of the shop to show the public… However, the anonymity of the Internet made it impossible for her to do that, so she could only glare at the screen angrily.
"The host's angry look is so pretty! I feel like I need to change to a 4K monitor to make it more convenient to lick the screen!"
"Tut-tut! Every expression can be used as a wallpaper…"
[This Old Man Is Unrestrained]: "Continue! Don't stop!" *gave a hairy crab and left a message.*
Sihwa originally wanted to continue being angry––to use her glare to make [Watermelon] scared––but when she saw someone sending presents, she instantly smiled brightly.
There were also people asking her what city she was in; they could not tell from her accent, as she spoke perfect Mandarin but had the occasional weird Korean words.
She still remembered the instructions that Zhang Zian gave: she should not expose what city she was in––and even more importantly, she should not expose her specific location. Otherwise, if the Live Broadcast Platform found out, they might close her account. She did not mind that, but the problem was that, after her account was closed, the money other people gave her could no longer be retrieved.
Sihwa did not really understand why people were willing to listen to her read out fairy tales, but the reason was simple: listening to a broadcaster read fairy tales and listening to a broadcaster sing were not that all that different. In essence, the viewers still looked at the face of the host and listened to their voice. It helped, too, if the host knew how to act cute. Although she did not know how to act cute, her face and her voice were at the level that would crush any competition.
She took up a fairy tale book and cleared her throat. "What kind of fairy tale do you all want to hear?"
"I only want to hear the host speak more. Anything is fine."
"To be honest, I want to hear a horror story. I'm currently at a rest stop on the highway, so I desperately need to lift my spirits up…"
"How about The Seven Heroes and Five Gallants?"
"I want to hear **Pure… F*ck! Why is ** censored?"
For a short time, the audience's opinion was divided, but out of what the audience suggested, practically none were fairy tales––or at least none were the fairy tales she had heard of before.
[Watermelon]: "Anchor, aren't you cosplaying a mermaid? Then just read The Little Mermaid."
Sihwa did not want to acknowledge [Watermelon]. She planned on scolding him as soon as she finished broadcasting, but quite a lot of the audience supported his suggestion.
"The Little Mermaid? What book is it in?" Sihwa flipped to the contents page of the fairy tale book she was holding, but could not find that name. After all, the book she was holding was a compilation of Grimm's Fairy Tales.
[killme]: "Is the anchor acting cute? Although I have never read the story before, at least I know to find it in Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tales."
[Split Second of Darkness]: "This fairy tale is quite famous, but I haven't read it before, either. I only saw the animated version by Disney, and I found it quite average."
[The Grim Reaper Is Here]: "Actually, the story itself is quite average. It's just a story about a prince and a princess, but the tragic ending is quite different from normal fairy tales."
[Sour Pineapple]: "Times have changed. Now it's no longer the prince and princess that's popular; what's popular is an overbearing CEO and a Mary Sue."
[Dragon Knight Yin Zhiping]: "I don't like Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tales. All the fairy tales he writes are tragedies, like The Little Match Girl and The Little Mermaid. Why are books that are written for children written as tragedies?"
[Two Dogs]: "What the f*ck! The one who sent the bullet screen––you have the guts to say that? I saw the picture of you riding the dragon and I really wanted to tear the book at that moment!"
[Dragon Knight Yin Zhiping]: "Comical emoji!"
[Watermelon]: "Actually The Little Mermaid isn't considered a tragedy, right? I remembered that Andersen left this fairy tale open ended… He hinted that the mermaid had risen to the elfin world, which is much better than staying in the human realm with the prince and the greasy and crooked woman giving birth to a whole bunch of naughty kids, right?"
[Wind Maker]: "Haha, naughty kids must die!"
Sihwa noticed that particular bullet screen, even though it came from the ID she hated the most.
"Elfin world?" She became interested, and opened her mouth to ask, "What's with the elfin world?"
Most of the people in the live broadcast room were men, and even if they had read the fairy tale before, it did not leave a deep impression. For women, even if they had read it before, they were often more concerned with the mermaid's sad ending; they generally did not notice the 'elfin world.'
No one could answer her question, and the only person who seemed like they could answer, [Watermelon], became silent.
Horrible!
Sihwa had no other choice. She found Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tales, then found The Little Mermaid from the contents page. She flipped to the corresponding page.
"It's so long! And there are so many words I don't recognize!" She quickly skimmed through it. As if she felt discouraged, she wrinkled her brow; reading that fairy tale was going to be a really big challenge.
Of course, when she wrinkled her brow, many fans took a screenshot to remember the moment.
However, [Watermelon]'s words made her very interested, and she wanted to know what the 'elfin world' was. She saw that the audience's bullet screen mentioned that The Little Mermaid was a tale regarding a mermaid, which made her care about it even more. She did not see the ending of the Korean drama with the mermaid, but at least the fairy tale definitely had an ending, right?
"All right, then I'll start reading…" She cleared her throat once again, then began to read the story out. She talked slowly, as she stumbled over many words as she read. "In the faraway sea, the water was very blue, just like the most beautiful corn… flower petals…"
When she met words she did not know, she could only read them according to the Pinyin. She cared about the reactions of the audience, so she was not entirely focused. She would pronounce a word incorrectly from time to time, or she would entirely read the wrong word, which caused the audience to send bullet screens to vent about it.
However, it was precisely because she did not read well, and some of her mistakes were very outrageous that the story felt almost like a comedy. The most important thing was that she did not pronounce the words incorrectly on purpose, and her awkward and suffering expressions nicely incited the audience's desire to vent about her pronunciation. The bullet screen comments were very close together, and there were often people sending gifts.
Her timbre was beautiful––like the surging of clear spring water; like the dripping of water onto stones; like the rustling of tree leaves; and like the echoes of the tides––and her vocal range was shockingly large. No matter how picky a person was, they would not be able to find a problem with it.
Someone with that kind of voice and that kind of looks reading a fairy tale was enticing. She often made the audience members unable to control their smiles. Even if it was the morning with very little people watching live broadcasts, there were still a lot of people coming to her room from other live broadcast rooms.
She was unknowingly immersed in the fairy tale and did not notice that her number of fans was quickly increasing. As she was very concentrated, she got into the character of the female lead in the story. Although she often read words incorrectly, her voice already had emotions, unlike the emotionless and energy lacking voice she had at the start.


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

The dusty memories began to awaken at the end of Longinus' words, and all the rescued slaves were glaring at the same boy who had previously caused them to be unable to escape.
Nothing good comes out of a thousand deaths!
Not to mention an eleven or twelve-year-old boy, even a soldier who has experienced battlefield killing would be at a loss for words if he were suddenly stared at by so many anger-filled eyes.
"What...what do you guys want?"
Being stared at by so many angry eyes, the little boy was already not that tough as he was before, he dared to confront everyone alone early because he knew those pirates would back him up, but now, that Marine... didn't seem as easy to talk to as those pirates!
"And you have the nerve to ask what we want? If Marine-san hadn't arrived in time just now, Robin would have had her leg broken by that group of pirates who ran back to save us!"
"It's just a broken leg, it's not going to kill us, and besides, it's fine, isn't it?" The boy kept muttering grudgingly.
"You..."
Seeing many people approaching him with angry faces, the little boy instantly panicked and spoke in a low voice, " Worst case, worst case... Let me apologize."
"Huh? An apology? Is this the kind of thing that a simple apology can fix? Because of your selfishness alone, you almost got us all killed!"
"Don't you go too far! I've said I'd apologize what else do you want?" Who knows, the little boy's frustration erupted, and he took control of the momentum.
The man who had questioned him before was rendered "speechless" and looked to Longinus for help, while the boy seemed to have found his strength, "So what if the Marine, I've apologized, would he dare to kill me?"
Longinus rubbed his smooth chin and uttered something that would make that boy shudder, "A death sentence? Not that it's inevitable."
"You, what gives you the right to kill?" The boy had a strong sense of stability, but the sight of blood and flesh flowing around him didn't contain much strength.
The surrounding crowd also began to whisper, although they even hated this boy who didn't care about other people's lives, when it came to killing, they were a little bit afraid. After all, it was the slaves who were imprisoned like them, not those cruel and tyrannical pirates.
So, seeing the boy looking frightened, some of 'virgin' persons stood up for him instead.
"Sir Marine, the child is young and immature..."
Longinus nodded in deep sympathy, "The child is still young enough to be killed!"
Everyone stared, unable to believe that such words were coming from the mouth of the Marine, the guardians of justice.
"No kidding." Longinus said with a serious face, "I only said that because he's a remaining member of the Black Corsair Pirates!"
"Wait, a remnant group? What do you mean?" A suddenly startled crowd quickly retreated and hid behind Longinus like a snake.
"He is a spy that the pirates have intentionally placed among you to sabotage your escape and to keep those pirates informed at all times."
Longinus said indifferently, "If you let him leave, your information will be leaked, and maybe some remnants of the Black Corsair Pirates will come after you again."
"It's despicable, shameless!"
"No wonder he did that, is he a pirate himself?"
"All those people who were hanged before when they failed to escape must have been leaked by him."
"Kill him. He must be killed!"
It was somewhat ironic that the people who had previously defended the little boy were more determined to kill the boy than anyone else when they knew that their safety would be at stake.
The boy was horrified and kept arguing, "I'm not, I'm not, I'm not one of those pirates, I'm just jealous because that bitch didn't share her power with me, you have to believe me!"
However, a "pirate" with a bad record and a marine, guardian of justice, the crowd does not need to think about it and know who to believe, is looking at the little boy with disgust and scorn, no one stood up for him.
"Get rid of the evil. I'm sure you can understand that." Longinus reloaded his magazines casually and pointed his black gun at the boy.
"Remove...remove evil..." the small face of Robin was so pale that she seemed to recall something and looked at Longinus like a demon.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was wrong, don't kill me!" The little boy collapsed to the ground, not being able to retreat away from him.
Bang!
"Well, the evil 'pirates' are all purged so that you can leave in peace, I'll have the Marine register everyone, and a warship will take you home in a few days."
"Longinus-san, Hina-san, thank you!"
The rescued crowd walked out with a thousand thanks. They couldn't wait to enjoy the long-awaited sunshine.
"Whew! Is this what it's like to be a hero? It's fascinating!" Hina's little face said with joy, "Hina is so happy, the evil pirates are taken care of, and the good people can come home again, what a perfect ending to a fairy tale!"
"No, the real story is that most of them will probably never get back to their homes again!" Longinus said quietly.
"Huh?" With a gasp of surprise, Hina did not doubt what Longinus had said, but asked impatiently, "And why is that? Haven't all the pirates been taken care of already?"
"Because most of them probably don't even know the name of the island they're from." Longinus was well aware that in a time when transportation was extraordinarily backward, and even water trains had yet to be created, those ordinary people, once forced to leave their homes, might not be able to return for the rest of their lives.
"So...what will be their fate in the end?"
"A small percentage will be saved, while the vast majority will end up stranded on this island, no longer holding out hope as time passes, and eventually start new families here...and bury their wounds deep in their hearts."
"Huh? Why does that happen?"
"Because... when the gentle surface of the world is removed, it is just about the bloody reality of our nature."
Longinus strolled towards the stranded Robin, "Do you remember your home, little one?"
"No, please don't come over here!" Robin hysterically screamed as she pointed a small dagger at Longinus with both hands, which she had found from somewhere.
Hina also regained her senses from the sentiment, and saw this scene like a mother-in-law with her arms spread wide to protect Longinus behind her, forgetting all about the fact that Robin was the weakest one, and scolded angrily :
"What are you trying to do to Longinus-san, damned thief? If Longinus-san hadn't rescued you, you would have been torn apart by those angry pirates, and now you're trying to get revenge?"
"No, I don't know, I don't know anything," Robin muttered hesitantly, "But keep yourselves away from me, stay away from me!"
Hina noticed that there was something wrong with the little girl in front of her as if she was in great fear, but the pirates had all been destroyed, and she and Longinus were the only two people left here, could it be that she was afraid of Longinus?
Hina was a little amused at the thought that even someone as lovely as Longinus could be intimidating?
"Is it because you stole my money before and are afraid of being caught by Longinus?" Hina forgave generously, "Never mind. It's not much anyway, just think of it as my gift to you."
The fear in Robin's eyes faded slightly, finally breaking free from the nightmare, but the dagger in his grip remained, "Thank you, I know you're all good people, but... I can't trust any of you again!"
Robin used his fruit power to throw a compact and intricate purse in front of Hina, then fled in a panic.
"Ah! It's my wallet!" Hina picked her purse up and looked at Robin with concern and confusion, "Why did she run off by herself? Are we going to get her back?"
Longinus shook his head slightly, "No, she'll never stop running away unless I take off my coat of justice behind me."
Hina said with realization, "So, it's not you Longinus-san she's afraid of, but the marine uniform you're wearing?"
"But the Marine stands for justice, so why should she be afraid?"
"Who knows? Justice is such a thing when it's needed!" Longinus turned toward outside.
Like, he knew full well that the little boy had nothing to do with the pirate, but what did that matter?
Justice is originally a tool for those in power to decorate themselves; it is justice when it is needed, the rest of the time, it is just a couple of pale and weak fonts.

Original Title : 海贼之黑暗大将 (Navy's Dark Admiral)
Author : 高燒三十六度 (High Fever 36 Degrees)
He is the Admiral, praised by the world as the light that cuts through the darkness, the Holy Lance Longinus.
He is the Dark Lord, feared by the world as the darkness that ends the era, the Demon Sword Apophis.
He wandered in the light and darkness and wove the battle song of blood and fire.
When he looked back, he found that he had crushed the world beneath his feet.
PS1: This story did not feature any fruit or system, the title of the book has nothing to do with Yami Yami no Mi!
PS2: The timeline is quite long, starting when Roger began the great age of sea pirates!
PS3: Non-scrappy article, highly fantastic and biased slightly off, but the characters should be intellectually ruthless basically in the line!

Original Site: https://book.qidian.com/info/1014128504

Anne Savey Open-air Restaurant, Stratford, UK!

Milan: This is the first Sunday of the year, But it is not, Every Sunday, I will invite you to eat in this restaurant. You know, this restaurant is very famous here, so I can't invite my good friends to eat here often, because it will make me poor. In fact, I am really poor now. You know, as a writer, life is always hard before I become famous.

Meida: So I know, If you want to invite me to dinner here, I must come, because such an opportunity is very rare, it is precisely because you have not yet become a famous writer, so every meal you invite me to eat is very precious, so I must cherish it, because when you invite me to eat, every sum of money we spend will be remembered by you.

Milan: Aren't you afraid to eat with me? You know, I will firmly remember that even when I was not so rich, I invited you to eat a lot of big meals.

Meida: Because I trust my friends, He will certainly become a famous writer. Because I have seen your efforts, you have written many fairy tale science fiction novels. Although no publishing house has come to you and no animation film company wants to buy the film and television copyright of these fairy tale science fiction novels, I like your fairy tale science fiction novels very much, that's enough!

Milan: Thank you for encouraging me!

Meida: But I don't like people who encourage others very much. I'm just a person who likes to tell the truth!

Milan: You make me happy!

Meida: As for the fairy tale science fiction books you wrote, I have read them all. Now, do you have any new plans?

Milan picked up a small piece of steak on his plate with a fork and handed it to Meida's mouth. Meida did not hesitate to bite the small piece of steak.

Milan: I had a strange dream, And I decided to write the story I dreamed of into a novel. In the dream, I dreamed of a man named Arthur. Yes, he was King Arthur. Of course, in the story I dreamed of, besides him, there were many people, such as a girl named Judy. The story took place in the Middle Ages, which was an era of constant war and bad.

Milan: All you have to do now is eat and listen to me quietly!

Milan: If I write the story I dreamed of, So although this story is still a fairy tale, it cannot be called fairy tale science fiction. I once felt that I should concentrate on writing fairy tale science fiction. However, this dream impressed me deeply, so I decided to break the rule I had set for myself, that is, to try to write this story.

Milan: Although this story took place in the chaotic era of the Middle Ages, it is still a fairy tale. The reason why I call this story a fairy tale is that in this story, some beautiful things happened to the heroine Judy and the hero Arthur, and their ending was perfect.

Milan: Now that you have read all the fairy tales I have written, I have decided to tell this fairy tale that has not yet been written to you alone.

Milan: That's right! Right now!

Milan: So now you just need to concentrate on eating and listening to my story!

Milan: I believe you will have the patience to listen to me finish this story! Because you are my best friend, since childhood, you have always been.

Milan began to tell this story to her best friend Meida:

Middle Ages, Britain Island, Stratford!

Arthur: I have been here many times, but every time I come here, I can see you. Surprisingly, even though we have met each other and each other many times, you have never taken the initiative to greet me. As a knight, I regard my sword as important as my dignity! Therefore, it is best to be careful for me. After seeing me later, you should remember to say hello. This is called courtesy, understand? Ms. Judy.

Judy: I'm not surprised, You will call out my name, because you and my father are old acquaintances, and every time you come here, you will chat with him, and you will drink in the process of chatting. My father is a sword maker and doesn't have so many hearts, so after he gets drunk, he will tell the truth about what you ask him.

Arthur: He must also tell the truth, because he is talking to a knight. If someone lies to the knight, then the knight will raise his sword in response to him! Therefore, I hope you can tell me honestly what you do and who you work for. A woman is doing things like a sword maker and even doing things that the traditional sword maker does not do, so you have to arouse suspicion!

Judy: I just think, If a knight's sword in his hand is tougher than that of his enemy, then when the knight fights with his enemy, the chances of winning will be greatly increased. Although I am a woman, I agree with my status as a sword maker. I just want to build a sword that is sharper and tougher.

Arthur: A woman, who can't even lift a sledgehammer, wants to build a sword that is better than all other sword makers. Should I say you are wishful thinking? To laugh at you without scruple, or should I say that you have commendable courage and great dreams, and then say a series of encouraging words to you.

Judy: If you are willing to encourage me, I don't mind!

Arthur: Indeed, if you can be encouraged by a knight, then you will be greatly encouraged.

Judy: Your sword was made by my father, so for me, what inspires me is that there is a knight who is willing to believe that I am fighting with the sword I have made.

At this moment, Judy took two long swords to the front of Knight Arthur. One of the two long swords was forged by Judy's father and the other was forged by Judy. The purpose of Knight Arthur's visit was to take the sword!

Arthur: What qualifications do you have for me to use your sword? You are just an unknown sword maker. If I use your sword and win the battle, and the news is known by other knights, there will be many knights coming. Then, can you continue to concentrate on realizing your great dream?

Judy: Can I make a sword that is sharper and tougher? This is my business, Therefore, what you are really worried about is whether the brave Arthur Knight will be laughed at by other knights if he wears a sword made by a female sword maker. I can assure you that I will not reveal to anyone that I made the sword worn by the brave Arthur Knight, even my father, I will not tell him!

I studied my little ball floating in the air right by the side of my head. As if he also walked with me. 

The little ball is our respective friend of the fairies. The ball that's been around since we weren't born. 

In the fairy world, when a baby is born, their parents will go to meet a fairy officer named Alfryd the fairy. A fairy man who has the power to predict any baby character with his magic ball. When the baby is placed in his arms, a ball will come out of the magic ball and float around the baby. 

My balls are colored like moonlight. And the blueness that dominates over the white light. 

If in the fairy world, we would live with small bodies, but very large compared to if we visited in the human world. Our fairy clothes also changed when we went to the human world. 

Especially the clothes of a princess like me. I've visited the human world once in my life. When a princess leaves her kingdom, of course many bodyguards will guard her. However, not with me. My character that is clearly independent, wants to go without being escorted by a fairy warrior. 

As it is now. I was sitting leaning on a tree branch with my magic ball following me. I feel like this ball has life. My loyal followers. 

"Magic ball, can you hear me?" I'm so cute. Where there he heard me. Ha ha! 

My clothes are very beautiful today. With cloth, but not cloth, only the flaming fragments of the blue leaf wrapped around my ankles to my waist. My white feet were unlike normal skin in the human world, my skin was bright blue white. 

As well as blue diamonds covering parts of my body. A fairy like me is very special. Fairy Gryn owns the full moon. 

"Fairy Gryn! Fairy Gryn!" I turned quickly. Spread my wings then approached the man equal to me who was worried, it could be seen from his face. 

"What is wrong?" I'm worried too. Instead of thinking about my kingdom in the midst of disaster, I thought of the lavender flowers that were eaten by earthen crickets. 

"Gryn, our kingdom is under attack by the kingdom of Pornum." 

I glared in disbelief. 

"What happened? Why did they do that?" 

"We don't know Gryn. They just came. Lots of fairies were injured and died. They've also arrested your parents." 

"What ?! My mom and dad? I have to act." I returned to spread my wings. Fly so fast. Curling my body through the towering trees. I easily get through it all, because my body is tiny and small. 

But who knows what happened to the fairy Sen named Alve instead using his power. Wrapping around, right tree roots on my waist, making it difficult for me to move, let alone fly.

I glared at Alve who was approaching me. This is all his doing. He tied the roots of this tree to me.

Alve came up to me with a sad face. Green eyes that secreted a clear liquid. Alve is crying.

"Grandma has been killed by them, Gryn. The Bluemoon Kingdom is in ruins." 

I glared in disbelief. Could that be? If that is true, it means that Grandma was killed by her son. How dare you uncle Hakan! 

"But Alve, I can't let my kingdom fall in the hands of that traitor."

"I know Gryn, but our strength makes it impossible to fight them. If you get caught, then the Bluemoon kingdom will fall into their hands completely." 

Alve's question makes sense. Why is this happening? How can they do this? Didn't Grandma already give everything, half for Dad and half for Uncle. Their greed for domination has wrapped around their hearts. Making them unable to see the truth.

I looked at Alve's suddenly anxious face. "Gryn, your hair." Alve touched my hair. 

Instantly I was amazed by my little ball which showed my hair which slowly turned black. My bright blue hair suddenly disappeared and was replaced by a deep black color.

What happened to my hair? 

"Alve, what happened to my hair?" 

"I don't know Gryn." Alve shook his head softly.

The forest fairy looks looking for something to turn my hair blue again by opening a book. I don't know what the book is. The twist of the roots around my waist suddenly sagged and returned to the ground. I spread my wings and flew towards Alve. 

"What is Alve? What book is this?" Alve is seen flipping through the book. However, there was nothing he got about my hair turning black. 

"Black rubies have replaced blue rubies. Made the hair of a noble fairy black." Alve read slowly. 

"What? So black rubies have replaced blue rubies. I know where the blue rubies are in the kingdom." 

"What do you mean? I won't let you be arrested. I promised Grandma and your parents." 

"Then should we ...." 

"Gryyynn! ...." My eyes widened at the scream.

Gadya ?! 

Alve suddenly grabbed my hand. Her green eyes glowed in circles in the plants. Alve took me there to hide. The plant looks solid covering us. 

"Alve, that's Gadya."

"I know Gryn. They are after you. Pure blood is useful for them to unite the kingdom of Pornum and kingdom of Bluemoon." 

I frowned in surprise. "How do you know?" 

"Grandma and this book." Alve took my hand. and gave the book to me. 

"Is this Gryn. This book? Pure blood? I don't understand." 

Alve and I widened our eyes to see the plants that covered us blew away. Suddenly, my body and Alve lifted. I was able to see Gadya sticking out her stick and playing with her stick to bring us closer to her. 

We were caught. 

"Gryn-Gryn. Useless little elves!" 

"Akh!"

 I glared to see Alve slammed into the tree trunk. I was able to faintly see Alve's eyes closed. 

"No, Alve!" 

"Gosh, this is dramatic. A couple, huh? The forest elf is such a fool." 

I glared at Gadya. My wings spread upwards. With one movement of my index finger, a tree branch fell on Gadya. I ended up not being trapped by her magic anymore.

I flew as hard as I could away from Gadya who was also chasing me with her soldiers. My hands continued to play using the herbs to block them. 

But fate didn't try to side with me this time. I was blown away with tremendous force.

"Akh!" I screamed painfully felt tremendous pain in my body. 

The fairy with great power that brought me down was Uncle Hakan's strength. The man lifted my small body using his great strength. 

"Uncle Hakan," I called him softly. 

Uncle Hakan looked at me with his lopsided smile. Her golden skin with a black stroke on the middle of her forehead turned blue as the ruby ​​on my head roughly pulled it out. 

Uncle Hakan took the ruby ​​which is the identity of the fairies. My body suddenly turned naked. I don't wear my clothes anymore. 

"Give me back my fairy identity!" 

"What? I can't hear you." Uncle Hakan's behavior disgusted me. You cunning and greedy fairy. 

"Take the blood." Gadya came to me with a knife in her hand. 

Not! I was suddenly carried away by a wave and brought crashing down somewhere. 

I opened my eyes. My body feels very cold. 

Fonts for Android and iPhone  - www.fontskeyboard.comOh no! I was naked and where I was. 

"Who are you?" 

"Aaaaaa!"


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