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A group of players is selected by the dread God Falanor to play a game.  Reborn as villagers whose sole purpose is to build, survive, thrive, and defeat the Werewolf among them.  

For one of them is a wolf, though none know till nightfall when he transforms and takes his cursed form.  With the day he turns to his human form, weak, and vulnerable. 

They are given one command, one sole purpose, to build, to hunt, to thrive, and to survive.  To either hunt the Wolf, or hunt men. 

This is their story.

Current and upcoming stories/Fan fictions

A collection of one-shots; some fan-fic, some short stories

"What are you thinking about?"
As the two servant girls were serving food, the young girl sitting next to Fan Xian asked, pouting. Her skin was slightly ashy and she was somewhat skinny, so she looked rather pitiful sitting next to the fair and genteel Fan Xian. 
Fan Xian stretched out his hand and stroked her downy hair, chuckling. "I was wondering what you usually eat when you're in the capital."
This little girl, even younger than Fan Xian, was Ruoruo, Count Sinan's daughter and Fan Xian’s half-sister. 
She was such a sickly child, and the Countess felt sorry for her granddaughter, so the girl had been brought to Danzhou the previous year to recuperate. Though she had been coalescing for nearly a year, it had no noticeable effect; her hair remained wispy and thin. In a noble family such as the Count’s, there was no shortage of food, so it couldn't have been malnutrition - it was likely a natural debility. 
Fan Xian and the young girl got along very well. Although he saw himself as being something of an uncle to her, he was really there to provide company. He often took her out to play and told her stories. In the eyes of onlookers, however, this was evidence of their deep sibling bond. 
It was Fan Xian's status as a bastard that caused some awkwardness - it wasn't proper to compare him to the Count’s legitimate daughter, so the servant girls took pains not to bring up the Count’s business in the capital. 
She answered her brother's question earnestly, twiddling her fingers, telling him of all the things she ate when she was in the capital. But as she began to list them, it seemed that all she could think of were candied hawthorn fruits and little dough figurines. 
By the time they had finished eating, it was late. The sun had sunk halfway beneath the horizon and dense crepuscule enveloped the courtyard. 
"Ruoruo, you're such a weakling."
"Stop being mean."
"Ok, what story do you want to hear today?"
"Snow White!"
Fan Xian smiled. He was lucky nobody else was around, because it would be most unsettling to happen upon this four-year-old boy smiling that wicked smile that only adults are capable of. 
"How about I tell you a ghost story?"
"No!" Horrified, Ruoruo shook her head vehemently, her ashen cheeks suddenly damp with tears. It was clear that over the past year she'd already suffered enough ghost stories. 
...
...
Tormenting young girls was one of Fan Xian's vices. He was an expert at menacing the servant girls, and often told them ghost stories which would incite incessant shrieking and leave them huddled together in bed, trembling. 
Though he couldn't tease them verbally, lest he arouse suspicion, he still enjoyed their soft, perfumed embraces. 
He reassured himself that he was still a child and needed physical contact. There was nothing shameful about it; it was a natural desire. 
And whenever the servant girls got curious - the young master is still so little, how does he know so many scary stories? - Fan Xian placed the blame squarely on his tutor. 
And so the servant girls came to look on the tutor with mistrust: Count Sinan spent so much money bringing him here to teach the young master, and he spends all his time telling ghost stories, scaring the life out of the poor little lad and scaring us girls half to death - what an awful man!
After wrapping up the last ghost story, two of the servant girls were frightened senseless. They washed the young master and tucked him into bed. 
It seemed like a normal night. 
Fan Xian rested his head upon the hard porcelain pillow, then went to his wardrobe and brought out a winter robe. He folded it up into a rectangle and used it as a pillow. 
He rested against the pillow, but his eyes stayed wide open. The dark night shimmered. He couldn't get to sleep. 
Even though he had come to accept many things about his reincarnation into this world, there was still one thing he couldn’t get used to: that he had to be asleep by 9 o'clock in the evening. 
He'd spent enough time sleeping on his sickbed in his past life. 
He felt along the surface of the bed and discovered a nook where he would not be seen. He relaxed and, naturally, his zhenqi began to slowly flow. He soon entered a meditative state. 
A moment before he entered this state of emptiness, Fan Xian wondered - how should I live in this world? Just how should he spend the decades ahead of him?
He was just about to drift off into the harem reveries that he had conjured up so many times in his former vegetative state when he was woken by an unexpected guest. 
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"Are you Fan Xian?"
There was someone at the foot of his bed with icy-cold eyes and unusually brown pupils. With just one look, Fan Xian knew that this was not a benevolent visitor. 
It was a polite enough question, but when asked in the middle of the night by someone who had snuck into one's room, face concealed, dagger in hand, and with small bags tied about the waist, it was a somewhat disconcerting one. 
Fortunately, Fan Xian was not a normal four-year-old boy; if he were, he would have cried out upon seeing this strange man. 
He was also acutely aware that a visitor who could so stealthily infiltrate the Count’s estate was a man of great means and little mercy. If he were to cry out, he would certainly be killed. 
Thinking this over, Fan Xian couldn't help but feel some pride in the fact that, even in the face of death, his cognitive skills remained sharp. He coughed twice, trying to keep the fear in his heart from bursting forth. Disguised as this adorable young boy, he pounced! 
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"Papa, you’re finally back!"
Eyes brimming with tears, the four-year-old boy threw himself into the embrace of this would-be murderer, his arms clutching his waist. Yet the child’s arms were too short, so he could only grasp onto his clothing as if he feared the man would run away. 
Perhaps he had grasped too firmly. With a rip, the boy tore a strip from the man's clothing. 
The night visitor furrowed his brow. He couldn’t figure out how to react, so he tore himself away from Fan Xian’s embrace and stood there dumbfounded. He seemed to be trying to figure out why Count Sinan's bastard child would call him "papa". 
He was perplexed. His clothing was made from the finest materials; even a blade should have trouble tearing it. How did this young child rip it with his bare hands?
Yet Fan Xian was even more puzzled than the man. When he was all alone, he had used his time in the rock garden to test the power of his zhenqi on the stones. When he discovered that his slender little fingers could just barely crush softer stones, such as turquoise, he developed confidence in his capability for self-defence. 
Fan Xian had managed to use the distraction of his childish tears to get his opponent to let down his guard. He focused all his strength into his fingers, fully expecting to be able to stop his assailant in his tracks. He hadn't expected that he’d only tear away some clothing. 
It seemed like something serious was about to happen. 


A family inclined to kindness and charity would grace the descendants.
Thanks to one small act of kindness,
by providence she comes across a grateful friend;
Fortunate that her mother,
has done an unperceived good deed….

Men should rescue the distressed and aid the poor…
Who would have guessed that kindness in this world ultimately would be the road that one must choose, that proverbial fork in the road?

Clouds of rain float on eastern winds as new vines start to blossom.
Though drums of war roar too loudly and their brilliance has been lost,
a green grass carpet greets the sun by the break of morning.
Let us wait for the yellow leaves, a few gourds are harvested.

He was probably working overtime tonight and would return very late so he would not be eating dinner at home.
Gu Qingyao unpacked for a while and familiarized herself with the house. Actually, she lived here for a period of time in her previous life as well, so she had some understanding of this place, including the neighbors outside.
Gu Qingyao did not go out in the afternoon as it was too sunny outside and she did not feel like leaving the house at all. The two children were a little restless and wanted to go out to play, but Gu Qingyao stopped them.
"No going out. It's too hot outside and you would get sunburn easily in no time if you run out now. Come here, I'll tell you stories and let you out to play in the evening."
The two kids froze. They loved storytelling.
During the new year in their hometown, she told them stories frequently. Moreover, as long as their brother had the time, he would tell them stories as well.
It was just that he did not tell stories as well as her.
The kids immediately sat down obediently.
In the living room were two wooden sofa chairs and a coffee table in the middle. There was a ceiling fan which Gu Qingyao switched on before sitting in the living room with the kids.
It was very comfortable to blow a fan at home on a sunny day. In the past, Zhou Ping did not bear to switch on the fan and always chased the kids out to play.
Now that they were blowing a fan at home, the kids immediately stopped talking about going out to play.
Gu Qingyao took out a notebook and pen. "Do you all still remember the words that I taught you all to read during the new year?"
The two kids exchanged a look. "Ye… Yes!"
Gu Qingyao frowned. Looking at their behavior, it was evident that they did not remember.
Back home, Young Aunt, Father and grandparents and herself took turns to teach Little Six, Little Nine and Gu Fangting. Young Aunt was very strict with Gu Fangting and thus Gu Fangting improved drastically in the past six months.
As Little Six and Little Nine did not have their parents by their side, they were much sensible recently.
The remaining ones were the two kids before her.
Third Uncle and Third Cousin were very busy as they were the only ones with a salary in the household. Zhou Ping did not work and there were still two young ones at home.
Third Brother just started work a few years ago, and his salary was meager. That period of time was even tougher for them.
The both of them had a lot of stress on the job and the two kids were mostly looked after by Zhou Ping. Yet, Zhou Ping…
Gu Qingyao looked down. Zhou Ping was myopic and did not have much foresight.
Gu Qingyao said, "I'll go through it once. From now on, you all must study and write everyday as scheduled. You all cannot fall behind. Otherwise, when you two return for the new year, you'll even lag behind Little Nine already. Understand?"
The kids listened to their elder sister very well and nodded at once.
Gu Qingyao first revised with them what she taught during the new year. Third Cousin would teach them a little when he had time, thus the two kids still retained some memory of the information.
After reviewing a part, she taught them to read new words.
The main thing was to tell them simple idiom stories, after which she taught them to read and understand the meaning.
The kids were very interested in listening to stories.
There were few entertainments in this era and kids were exceptionally absorbed in such activities like listening to stories.
With the electric fan switched on, in addition to the fact that the weather in this era was not as hot as in the later years where there was global warming, both kids no longer mentioned anything about going out to play.
After a while, Zhou Ping shouted from the room, "Yao Yao, pour a cup of water for me. I'm thirsty!"
Gu Qingyao did as requested and placed a small teapot on the cabinet near Zhou Ping's bed.
"Aunt, here's your water. I'll place it here. You can pour it yourself if you still want to drink more! The teapot is filled with cold water. It's not hot."


A couple, reborn together, dotes on each other. Come and join the tale!
In her previous life, Gu Qingyao wanted to marry him, but did not have the courage. Now that she's reborn, she spends her time scheming to marry him in style, using the resources in her interspatial item to provide a huge dowry. 
Little does she know that another reborn person is secretly planning to bring her home. Mo Beihan brings a pile of presents and appears before Gu Qingyao with a cunning smile, looking like the big bad wolf trying to con a little rabbit. 
"Marry me, Yaoyao! You will have limitless pocket money, an endless supply of snacks, and more beautiful clothes than you can wear!" 
Gu Qingyao is speechless. She wants to pet him like a lap dog, but it ends up, he's the one spoiling her as he would a kitten! 

Chen Fan left the wellness center satisfied.
Mr. Wei had told him everything he wanted to know. He had learned that Martial Arts had a long history. It was likely an offshoot branch of some secret cultivation sect thousands of years ago. The cultivation techniques were generalized and simplified by the martial artists, so much so that they had come up with a system of their own.
The last heyday of the martial arts was during the chaotic time of the early 20th century, right after the collapse of the mighty Qin dynasty.
There had been many grandmasters during that time. However, the ensuing war with Japan had halted the development of martial arts ever since. By then, there were only a handful of martial arts grandmasters left in China.
The power of martial artists was divided into three levels.
External Strength, Internal Force, Transcendent State.
Majority of the martial artists in the world were of the first level: the External Strength. Let it be the Eagle Claw, Hong's Fists or Tan's kicks, all of those famous martial arts focused on the power and resilience of human flesh.
Only a very few schools of martial arts advanced into the second level: internal force — schools such as the Neijia, and other secret family arts.
The Internal Force level was also divided into four sub-levels: Entry, Initial Success, Phenomenal Success, and Perfected. Chen Fan wagered that Mr. Wei was of the Phenomenal Success level.
The cultivation of the Internal Force was difficult. Wei Ziqin, for example, had started practicing under her grandpa ever since she was a child, and she didn't reach the Entry Level until she was twenty, still being far away from achieving Initial Success.
There were only a very few martial artists left in China who still possessed the Internal Force; the number was even smaller in the Hu Dong Province.
Besides the grandpa-granddaughter pair, the only other person who claimed to have learned the art of Internal Force in the Chu Zhou City was the owner of the Wei Sheng Martial Arts Club. However, Mr. Wei never considered the owner of the club an Internal Force Cultivator due to his meager power.
Even after one had achieved the Perfected state, a martial artist with internal force could not dodge a bullet. Since decades of martial arts training could be easily undermined by the use of guns, the martial arts had become obsolete, and fewer and fewer people practiced it.
However, Mr. Wei believed that a martial artist would be practically invincible once he or she reached the transcendent state.
The transcendent master was protected by the Qi of Righteousness from any physical harm.
That being said, Mr. Wei conceded that it had become very rare to find a transcendent master during this day and age. Chen Fan was the first transcendent master he had seen in the eighty years of his life.
"Mr. Wei also mentioned that there was another level of martial arts beyond even the Transcendent State, and it was called the Immortal State, in which the martial artist could wield unimaginable power. However, Mr. Wei seemed to believe that this was just a legend since no one had ever seen a martial artist at such a level before." Chen Fan reminded himself.
If the Internal Force corresponded to Foundation Establishment and Transcendent
State corresponded to the ethereal enlightenment, then the Immortal State's cultivation counterpart should be the Ethereal Enlightenment.
Once a martial artist reached the Divine Sea level, he could perform various miracles even without having learned any Dharmic formulation.
However, since the martial artist in the transcendent state were considered rare, Chen Fan doubted that he would find someone who was in the immortal state.
Chen Fan shook his head and decided to let the matter rest for now. There were too many unknowns in history and even more in the future, and therefore, it was impossible for Chen Fan to be sure if there was an immortal level martial artist.
Chen Fan left the wellness center not only with the answers he had been seeking but also a personal gift from Mr. Wei.
It was a key to a mansion in the Yunwu mountain.
Mr. Wei told him that this mansion was a gift from his delinquent youngest son. Since he was already too old to stay in a mansion by himself, he decided to regift the mansion to Chen Fan. It also served as an apology for the trouble that Zhou Tianhao had caused for him.
Chen Fan didn't refuse the expensive gift as a normal person would. Instead, he accepted the gift as if it was just a pat on the shoulder. As a former Celestial Lord, the mansion was not a big deal.
Chen Fan knew that what he did for the old man was worth much more than a mansion. He not only helped Mr. Wei with his deteriorating condition, but also found and corrected the root-cause in his family art. The new art was not only much safer than its previous version but was also much more powerful. With the new art, Mr. Wei could finally have a chance in ascending to the Transcendent State.
Plus, Chen Fan was certain that it was not the last time he would have to help Mr. Wei.
With the brimming confidence of a Celestial Lord, Chen Fan accepted the gift. 
Wei Ziqing and her grandpa sat inside of a pavilion and watched as Chen Fan left the wellness center. Wei Ziqing furrowed her brows and complained, "Grandpa, don't you think that the last gift was a little over-the-top? It was the best mansion on the entire mountain, and it was worth over thirty million yuan. It was a gift from the developer to uncle, and then he had given it to you. You knew that Ziping and Auntie wanted it for themselves, so why didn't you give it to members of our family but a stranger?
"Even if he had cured your lungs, a mansion was still too much for what he had done, don't you think? A few million yuan would be more than enough, in my honest opinion." Ziqin asked; she was at a loss by her grandfather's extravagant gift.
"Just the booklet he had given me alone was worth more than ten of those mansions." Mr. Wei narrowed his eyes and replied. The shrewd expression on his face was typical of him when he had made a great business deal.
"The revised art would allow our family clan to prosper for another hundred years at least.
"You still have no idea what a Transcendent Master means." Mr. Wei said in a respectful tone.
"Transcendent Master?" Wei Ziqing murmured. "Didn't you just tell us what it was? You said that although the Transcendent Master was able to withstand physical harm using the Qi of Righteousness, they were incredibly rare. I mean, even if he was a Transcendent Master, so what?
"I have investigated into the boy's background, and he seemed to be from a very ordinary family. Grandpa, do you want to be friends with him only because he was a Transcendent Master?"
Using the Wei family's resources, Ziqing had to find out everything about Chen Fan's dad's side of the family. However, the Wang family was too powerful for Ziqin to poke her nose into.
"It's not as easy as you think." Mr. Wei shook his head and then turned to face his lovely granddaughter.
Of all the youngest generations of his household, Ziqin was the only one who remained by his side. While her cousins were busy making money and enjoying their lives, she stayed beside grandpa and studied martial arts.
Touched by her granddaughter's devotion to the family art, Mr. Wei decided to reveal more to her.
"Do you remember Ye Nantian?" Mr. Wei asked.
"Ye Nantian from Yanjin City?" Wei Ziqin asked curiously.
"Yes. You might not be aware that he is also a grandmaster of martial arts." Mr. Wei nodded and said
"How-how, is that possible?" Ziqin's mouth was wide open in sheer surprise.
Although Ziqin was not a full-time martial artist, she had trained under her grandfather ever since she was a child, and therefore she had heard a lot about Ye Nantian from her grandfather.
To Ziqin, Ye Nantian was a legend, and she practically grew up listening to stories about him.
In all of those stories, Ye Nantian was invincible.
Some stories said that he had made it out of the jungle in Southeast Asia with only one small dagger.
Another story claimed that he went deep into a desolate borderland area and had survived over six months without any provision.
He was the paragon of strength and mettle; a reincarnation of the War God, just like Lu Bu or Zhang Fei during the ancient times.
"So the stories about Ye Nantian are real?" Wei Ziqin asked her grandfather, incredulously.
She was convinced that those stories were nothing but high tales, if not nationalist propaganda. However, Wi Fu nodded with a hard face and then said: "Not only were those stories real, but there were many more that I haven't told you yet.
"Otherwise, why would everyone call him the War God?"
The thought of Ye Nantian made Wui Fu release a poignant sigh.
"Is a Transcendent Master rally that powerful?" Wei Ziqing still found it hard to believe. However, since her grandpa was already convinced of its power, she conceded that she didn't have much choice.
It was her curiosity that had led her to follow her grandfather's footsteps; but later, it was the sense of fulfillment that had kept her going. Never had she thought that practicing martial arts could make her an invincible warrior.
"A Transcendent Master alone is not the most deadly power in the world, a fully armored one is." Wei Fu murmured.
Hearing her grandfather's words, an image came to We Ziqing's mind: a Transcendent Master wearing a bulletproof vest and wielding powerful guns in both hands. The image sent a chill down her spine.
If what her grandfather said about the power of the Transcendent Masters were true, then so should be the stories about Ye Nantian.
It was hard for her to imagine what would happen when such a mighty warrior fought in a real war,
"Ye Nantian was not the only one. Do you remember Uncle Wu from your brother Xiao's family?" Mr. Wei added
"Yes." Wei Ziqin nodded, face blushing.
"He is also a transcendent master," Mr. Wei said quietly.
The redness on the girl's face suddenly disappeared after the shocking revelation.


Chen Fan, the great cultivator, failed to transcend the Tribulation of Heaven: the final stage of his cultivation. Little did he know that this accident would bring him back to Earth and turn back time to five hundred years ago when he was just a teenager. 

‘I had once reached the precipice of power in the known universe and could look down on the ten thousand realms with pride; I was lonely nonetheless. I will not leave any regret nor anyone behind while I relive my past life this time around. ’

Join Chen Fan as he relives his teenage years, righting the wrongs of the past as he punishes his unwitting old enemies. 

Translated by XephiZ
Edited by Aelryinth
At night, the sea breeze and the wind from the river clashed, like a woman sobbing.
The whole place was surrounded by green grazing lands. There were not many lights around, like a real countryside. It was perfectly silent, unlike the bustling city.
Mo Fan's group of three were invited along by Zhao Pinlin, Rong Sheng, and the others to join them at a campfire around a kilometer away from the hotel.
There was a little wooden shed close to the campfire. The roof was made of steel glass, allowing the people inside to see the beautiful night sky.
The night was quite cloudy. A huge part of the sky was lit up by stars, while the other parts were covered in clouds. The clouds were moving slowly, trying to compete with the stars for territory.
The wind was strong, and the night was chilly, but the bunch of young adults was enjoying themselves in the wooden shed. It had a fridge full of alcohol. The students also brought snacks and cooked food. In the center was a campfire made of cobbles. Everyone could easily add dried branches to the fire. It was the only source of light and warmth within a kilometer, resulting in an uneasy yet thrilling atmosphere.
Many people liked to go camping in the wild and setting up campfires. However, there were also bugs, mosquitoes, cold wind, and the darkness that made them feel uneasy. It was not as romantic as everyone imagined, but the atmosphere was perfectly suited to their needs. It was thrilling, clean, and comfortable enough. The students were easily lost in wild and fanciful thoughts. The light of the fire lit up everyone's face as they were sharing some exciting and scary stories. The place was soon filled with laughter, driving away the uneasy atmosphere...
The students could not help but agree that Zhao Pinlin's arrangement was perfect. He had successfully won the affection of a few girls in the group. They never knew he had come from such a wealthy background at school, and he was aware of what girls wanted.
"Come, let's take turns sharing some scary stories. If more than half of the group think it isn't scary enough, they must take that path to the top of the hill!" suggested Rong Sheng.
"I'll go first, you are all going to wet your pants," Mo Fan soon joined in. He was excited as soon as someone mentioned the term scary stories.
Mo Fan soon finished telling his story. The group of young men and women fell silent. One of the girls even suggested they go back to the hotel in a soft voice.
Mu Ningxue secretly stepped on Mo Fan's foot. This guy was trying to destroy the atmosphere!
Mo Fan was actually telling them his own experience at Yanming Temple. His encounter with Miyata was quite spooky, yet he purposely added more details to the story. He described Miyata as a ghost with only half her face left. He even described how the monks were tortured in full detail...
The scary stories that most people told were fake, thus the listeners could easily figure out the unreasonable bits. However, Mo Fan was simply telling them his own experience. The details were on point, it felt like they were right inside the story. Even Mu Ningxue felt a shiver as she recalled the incident!
"Humph, how childish!" Lingling was not impressed by Mo Fan's scary story.
"Well, I guess I'll go next... it's not really a ghost story, but some rumors I was told in Wuzhen," Rong Sheng immediately spoke out to cut the atmosphere.
"Quick, tell us."
Everyone desperately needed another story to clear their thoughts of Mo Fan's spooky tale.
"My brother is a Magician. To be more precise, he is a City Hunter in charge of the safety in Wuzhen... around two months ago, Wuzhen had a strange mist, and some locals went missing. My brother was placed in charge of the incident, so he went to investigate. Guess what happened there?" said Rong Sheng with a serious face.
"What is it?" Everyone knew about Wuzhen. Many of them had visited the place before. As such, they were all attracted by the story as soon as Rong Sheng started telling it.
"A moth woman!" Rong Sheng was quite an expert at telling stories. He purposely lowered his voice to make it sound spookier.
"Moth...moth woman?"
"Yeah, my brother told me that some locals actually saw her in person, and the mist wasn't really just a normal mist. It consisted of flying moths so densely packed together that it looked like a mist. Rumors said they were actually man-eating moths. Think about it, with moths as dense as a mist, even an elephant will be eaten within seconds, let alone a human..." said Rong Sheng.
"Please...please tell me it isn't true, I was planning to bring my girlfriend to Wuzhen!" yelled a young man.
"It's only some rumors. Maybe it's something the locals came up with, to attract tourists looking for an adventure," sighed Zhao Pinlin smilingly. His eyes under the golden-framed glasses seemed rather intelligent.
Rong Sheng chuckled. He did not continue the story.
"What he said was real, too," Mo Fan interrupted.
"Damn, not you again!" the young man jumped to his feet.
Rong Sheng was stunned. He looked at Mo Fan in astonishment.
"Unfortunately, I was there, too. When I was about to leave the town, I saw people like City Hunters entering the town. The mist was real, but the moth woman wasn't proven to be real yet. They weren't sure if the missing people were related to the moth woman either, they are just speculations," said Mo Fan.
Rong Sheng was a bit surprised that Mo Fan actually knew the details. He quickly added, "My brother agreed with the speculations, too!"
"But the case wasn't settled; they still haven't caught the moth woman," Lingling subconsciously added.
As a Hunter Master, Lingling did hear the rumors about the incident, too. It was one of the more bizarre cases recently. Since no one had posted a quest about it, the City Hunters were placed in charge. However, they still had not found out the truth. As a result, more rumors started spreading, and there were quite a few different versions.
"Wait, what did you mean… it was real, too?" A girl's eyes widened when she suddenly recalled Mo Fan's words.
"Holy crap, do you mean what you told us was real too?!"
"I want to go back!"
Mo Fan was left speechless.
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Everyone took turns telling their stories. Soon, it was a girl called Guo Wenyi's turn. She was actually from Chongming Island, so she was basically a local.
"Wenyi, tell us something, otherwise you'll have to walk to the top of the hill yourself!" urged Rong Sheng.
Guo Wenyi seemed to be quite timid. She hesitated for a while before she finally spoke, "I did encounter something strange here, but I think it was only my imagination. One night, I went to visit my classmate in the neighboring town. My brother said he would come pick me up with his scooter, but he was too drunk. He didn't even pick up my call, yet I couldn't stay at my classmate's house, so I had no choice but to walk back to my town. It was only two kilometers away...it was fine at the start, but I suddenly picked up a foul stench, like the smell of a swamp."
Guo Wenyi came to a pause. The others were dying to know what happened next. However, Mo Fan's gaze sharpened as soon as he heard the description of the scent!


He woke up in a familiar world that had vastly changed.

His familiar school had become a mystical school that teaches magic, encouraging everyone to become a mighty magician.

Outside the city, many wandering magical beasts and monsters attacked and preyed on humans.

His world of advanced science changed into one that praised magic. Despite this, his ambition in life, and his social status remained the same; one of the dregs of the society with a struggling father and a disabled step sister that couldn’t walk.

However, Mo Fan found that when most people could only practice a single major element of magic, he was a Versatile Mage!

Once there was a man who loves to read creepy pasta stories. Whenever he has some free time at his hand, he always goes to his favorite creepy pasta website to read his favorite stories.
But one day, something happened. He never expected this type of thing to happen in his entire life. He was being haunted by the monsters from the stories he read.
"This is a dream come true!" the man shouted in his excitement.
"Hmm... Who will be the first one to scare me from my wits?" he willingly asked to himself.
"No matter, I will just have to enjoy it."
He started to wander around the place his currently in to know more about his environment. He searched high and low just to feed his own curiosity. He checked every building within the vicinity, he even found a forest near yonder.
"From what I'm seeing, it's either I'm in a video game setting or in one of those famous creepy pastas I've read. But I don't know which one." He told himself.
"I guess I have to keep on searching." He excitingly shouted.
He kept on searching. 
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"What the hell is going on?!" he asked viciously to himself.
"Why haven't I being attack yet?!"
And then suddenly, he heard footsteps.  Slowly. Every steps it makes, a sudden urge of fear be folds the weary fan.
"Who goes there?" he asked the approaching stranger with a crack in his voice.
"No... need... to be... afraid." the stranger answered slowly.
"I... am... only... passing by."
"Oh yeah, I won't let you." he answered vigorously.
"This is a once in life time opportunity and I won't let some old geezer ruin it for me!"
The stranger, looked at the weary fan, not happy from he heard.
"I... be careful... if... I were... you..." the stranger said.
"I... may be... old... but... I still... have... a thing... or... two... about... opportunity..."
"Oh yeah." the weary fan replied.
"I read creepy pastas more scarier than your threat old geezer. So get lost!"
"Is... that... so...?" the stranger asked
"Well... then... I must... take... my leave..."
"You better be." the fan replied.
"I'll... be... careful... if... I were... you..." the stranger warned the fan.
"There... are... somethings in life... that... should... never... be... taken for granted..." as he looked at the fan with spine-tingling stare.
The stranger continued to walk. Ever so slowly. While leaving a constant sense of fear in the air.
The fan, not happy from what he have heard, tried to clear his head and continued searching the area. In his mind, he asked himself "what's wrong with that old geezer? It's not like this is real or something."
With the mind set that he has right now, he stopped looking for monsters. His heart started beating fast. Unlike anything he felt when reading his favorite scary stories. He started imagining things. Things unlike the creepy pastas was made from. His heartbeat keeps on getting faster and faster, and then he remembered the last thing the stranger said: ...things... s....d... ne..r... b... t..en... ..r... granted....
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He suddenly woke up. His breathing heavily and very sweaty. It felt like something was pressing his chest.
"What the hell happened?" he asked himself.
Still shocked from his nightmare, he got out of his bed and took a shower.
"Man, what a nightmare. I should really stop reading creepy pastas before going to bed. It's going to be the death of me." he said to himself.
As he close his eyes to relax, he felt something. It's the same feeling from his nightmare.
"What the hell is going on?!?" he asked fearfully.
He opened the shower door to see if there was someone outside trying to kill him. The strange feeling is getting stronger. It's the same exact feeling. The feeling of hopelessness. The same fear of loneliness coursing in his veins. His heart beats faster and faster. He sweats ever so vigorously. Never knowing what will happen next. As he turn around...
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He woke up.
"What the hell is going on?!?!" he shouted.
"This is not funny anymore!!! Leave me alone!!!"
Then all of a sudden, someone broke down his apartment door. "What's going here? Is everything alright?" his neighbor asked.
Still panting from his hellish nightmare. It took sometime before he can answer.
His neighbor approach and said, "it's ok. Take your time to relax first."
He did just that but he felt that that nightmare was so real. He never expected for it to happen.
"Take it easy, man. No need to rush." his neighbor told him calmly.
His calming down but still shaken by fear.
"Now, can you tell me what happened?" his neighbor asked.
"I don't really know. This dreams and nightmare, they felt so real." the fan explained
"Are you having nightmares again?" his neighbor curiously asked.
"Yes." the fan immediately answered.
"But this one is different. Nothing that I've ever seen before."
"Don't worry..." his neighbor said.
Then suddenly, the same feeling emanates from his neighbor. It was more intense than before.
"...it will all be over soon." 
His neighbor starts to strangle him
"What... are... you... doing???" the fan asked as he tries to breath
"What's the matter?" his neighbor asked menacingly with a matching smile
"Isn't this what you want?!"
 "I... don't... under... stand..." the fan said as desperately grasp for air.
His neighbor's eyes suddenly turned blood red. He began laughing. Each heckle of his laugh begins to dig deep into the fan's mind as to remind him of the fear that a human must have.
 The neighbor's grip tightens. For each of his desperate attempt to loosen the grip, the neighbor's laugh more louder and louder. 
He slowly loosing consciousness.
He asked himself "why... is... this... hap..pen..ning?" 
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He woke up.
"NOOOOO!!!!" he shouted when waking up.
He got out of bed and rushed outside. He thought he was home. He thought when he wakes up, he will safe from the monsters of his nightmare. He though he will see the morning sun again. He never realized it until it was too late.
"No. It can't be. This is just a dream. This can't be real!" he told himself
He slapped himself as hard as he can, trying to wake up.
"NO! THIS CAN'T BE REAL!!!" he kept on shouting.
He anxiously looks around him. Never knowing what can happen next.
He tries to run as fast as he can. Not looking back from where he came.
He just ran, not knowing where to go.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING?!?!" he said screamingly.
He panickily looked around as he tries to contemplate on what's going on.
He kept running.
As he ran, he noticed something. The old man from before.
He stopped and approached him and said "you! This all your fault!!!" as he screams out of his lungs.
The old man stop and looked at the weary fan, angry and out of breath.
The old man smiled and said " what... is... the... matter? Isn't... this... what... you... want?"
As the fan heard those very same words, he was struck with fear. He anxiously looked the old man, never knowing what to do. 
He screams loudly out of panic.
The old man started to heckle slowly. It is the same heckle he heard from his neighbor. 
Not knowing what to do, he starts hitting his head on solid ground. 
As the old man heckle ever so slowly, he approached the fan and said "I... told... you..."
"There... are... somethings in life... that... should... never... be... taken for granted..." then thrusted a knife through the fan's chest.
Shocked from what happened, he suddenly hit the ground.
As he looses consciousness, he looked at the old man, smiling.
He tries to speak and asked the old man "is... this... the end?"
The old man looked at the fan and smiled.
The fan tries to keep himself awake.
He heard "This... is... just... the beginning..."
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He wakes up again...
And a new nightmare begins.

The protagonist is trapped in an alternate world of his dream. But he soon realizes what's to come.

Before I start posting the actual stories, I want to make a couple of things clear first. This is a fan-made story based on the FNAF "Fazbear Frights" book series. I already stated this in the disclaimer, but still. This will also go along with the traditional Fazbear Frights three-story style, too. The first three stories are as follows:
Code Of The Wolf
Cut The Strings
The Sting Of Death
The first story, obviously, will focus on the Twisted Wolf, but make no mistake: the story will be different from The Twisted Ones, and will also focus on our main character, Garroth, but I won't give any other details away for now. The second story will be a bit more like "1:35 A.M." and "Dance With Me", but only due to the psychological aspects both of those stories have. And the third story will introduce a brand new OC animatronic character I'm still thinking of right now. I've already got an idea for a fourth story, too, but I still haven't worked out all the details just yet.
Keep in mind that these stories are not meant to be canon to the actual Fazbear Frights series. This is a fan-made series, just something I wanted to write about. If you people have any suggestions for any new characters or anything, please tell me, because I haven't worked out all of the details just yet. 
Also, in case you're wondering, the stories will be divided up into several few chapters. Meaning that there will be several chapters for each individual story. I'll be seeing how I can start writing this in the meantime.

What is the thing that you fear most? Is it something like arachnophobia, or is it something...deeper than that? That is a question that our protagonists are faced to answer in this series. Garroth's fear of nature has haunted him since his childhood, and it comes back to bite him hard. Kathryn has always been uneasy trying to cope with the demons inside of her head. Dr. Hatch's fear of losing control has created a monster of unpredictable proportions. But in the Five Nights At Freddy's universe, fear is a thing that corrupts the human soul...

Welcome to a mini-novella Fazbear Frights fan work I'm working on. I do not own the rights to FNAF or the Fazbear Frights Series, or the Twisted FNAF Series (The Silver Eyes, The Twisted Ones, The Fourth CLoset), or any of its canonical characters/terms/places. Hope you enjoy it!

Sorry guys not a chapter

Well the reason I'm writing this is because one of my readers After_Wing, Thanks again for telling me by the way.

Told me that my story was really similar to another Fan fic on Fanfiction.net called Fate: Player Online, I quickly went there and read some of its chapter, I skipped ones that were similar and fast read the story, I didn't complete it, might well but I can get one thing straight.

SocialistBukharin and me might have the similar thoughts on a "part" of the story, that's why parts of our stories are really similar, but that's where it ends, our stories are just "Similar" mainly because of the fact that my only website for viewing fanfics and writing is only Webnovel. The coming Arc might be similar but I can guarantee that after it ends the similarities end because at a point mine and his thoughts seperate completely.

If you guys compare our stories you'll see that parts of it are very different.

But now I'm not gonna say anymore and I allow people to judge me, I might talk with SocialistBukharin but I guess this is what you call coincidence. Since for readers it isn't the first time they see stories that are similar to eachother but still keep going and I'm not only talking about fan fics but originals as well.

Still I hope you guys stay with me and continue to support me to expand my work.

Have a nice day fellas

Shirou Emiya was the sole survivor of the Fuyuki Fire and thus became a distorted existence that's sole purpose in life was to become a hero, an ideal burrowed from his father. 

He was supposed to participate in the next Grail War and end it and start his debut as a Hero.

But instead on the day of the fire....

"You are needed for much bigger things child you ARE one of the only ones to stop it"

Past are revealed

New threats to be faced

And Fate shall be broken by a "Sword"

"TRACE ON!"

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