In a tumultuous world where tension was on the rise between the different factions, John was determined to push through, even with his low talent. However, the impression, based on false assumptions, didn't let him prepare for what would come his way.

-->Synopsis subject to change as I write the story on the go... Don't bash the newbie writer, and I hope you appreciate the read.

-->All feedbacks are welcome. 

Have a nice day.

Wang Ying died in a car crash he was reincarnated as 5th young master of the Wang family, was ultimatily kicked out cause of his poor talent. He later wanders the world, until one fateful day he discovered a mysterious stone that activated Monster Shop System. Join Wang Ying on his journey of spreading an new profession-Monster Trainers! *********This is my very first time writing a book, and english is my 2nd language, so my grammer will probably be really bad.

Before I found martial arts... I had nothing. I just wanted to stop breathing, die, and stop existing in this world. Yet I found the path I wanted to take in my life. 

That, however, didn't stop the world from messing more with my life, giving me "the great disaster", that ones again took all I had made away from me. 

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This synopsis is not complete as I haven't decided on the direction of the story as of yet. I might rewrite it sometime or just add more.

To curse myself, this novel shall remain.

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Before I found martial arts... I had nothing. I just wanted to stop breathing, die, and stop existing in this world. Yet I found the path I wanted to take in my life. 

That, however, didn't stop the world from messing more with my life, giving me "the great disaster", that ones again took all I had made away from me. 

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This synopsis is not complete as I haven't decided on the direction of the story as of yet. I might rewrite it sometime or just add more. (I realised how bad the story in it self was, I'll either rewrite it better someday or compleately scrap it.)

A young fanatic reader's adventure begins, as he finds himself in the world of his favorite novel.

A powerful knight and game of thrones fanatic merge after and set onto a path of carnage

game of thrones fanatic dies and set onto a path of carnage

Gunpla fanatic reincarnated as aila jyrkiranen in Gundam Build Fighters living as her and altering the story

Just a Elder Scrolls Fanfic I'm making to pass the time.


A Elder Scrolls Fanatic gets reborn with 3 wishes in Skyrim.

I am not sure what audience this shall reach. Simply put, the Webnovel is not a place where you spread revolutionary propaganda. It is a place to share works of pure fiction. As such, I must understand that whatever I write may not, in the end, bluntly speaking, reach anyone. This is, fortunately, somewhat to my benefit. This allows me greater freedom of expression, one that in most non-left spaces would be summarily looked down upon. It is pleasing, then, that I can create this work uninterrupted. 
The left in the United States is, especially since the meteoric rise of Bernie Sanders, resurgent. This is a blessing. For so long, the left has been reduced to its original form, that of it being nothing more than a status quo-disturbing, non-stop activist, decentralized group. For so long, we have been capitalism's shadow, that criticism that hangs over it, an afterthought that cannot seem to dissipate from consciousness. This is gradually becoming less so, and changes are, due to the increasing threat of climate change, going to happen whether the ruling class and the bourgeois class they serve desire them or not. 
With this respect in mind, the left has a chance it has never had before: to initiate revolution and build socialism. Any one of you, even if you are ignorant of this, understand the implication of this, considering what sides were taken during the Cold War and, for those who know and for those whose curiosity shall be sparked, the fanatic anti-communist activities taken on by the US. 
Thus, the nature of our revolution is also symbolic. The US has long been regarded as the heart of capitalism. To topple the regime here would be a an act of historical significance on par with the collapse of the Roman Empire. The critical nature, however, is of greater importance. For far too long, the worker and their fellow downtrodden classes have been the subject of the paranoic whims and the decadent desires of the people they are under. The masses live in poverty and precarian stability while they continue to find even more ways to alienate themselves from their fellow human beings, further enriching themselves in the process. 
We must begin our Revolution. If not to topple the bourgeoisie, then to at least secure a future for our grandchildren not as climate refugees. 
Long Live the People! Long Live Socialism!

In modern day society, socialists all around the world continue to fight for a tomorrow where capitalism does not exist. Despite Western assumptions, the revolutionary fervor has not, as they would say, "died down". It is true in that the scope of the fervor has indeed shrinked, but to say that it has died down is incorrect. The revolutionary left is out there. It is shrouded by the system that fears it. Our goal as socialists is to see to not just capitalism's demise, but the rise of socialism. However, it has been a long time goal of the left (considered a pipe dream by many) to strike at what is considered the heart of capitalism, the United States. In my opinion, however you receive it, it is not. In this series, I will attempt to list clearly the problems facing the building of a Revolution in the United States, the issues surrounding the carrying out of the Revolution, and how to deal with the problems that shall inevitably arise when dealing with post-Revolution issues, the transformation of society, and the transformation of the economy. All of these issues are complex, and all of them have been given different answers. However, no matter the cost, we all must endeavor to answer these questions. We now not only have the burden of liberating the masses and, as Marx said, have a world to win, but the issue now, as the threats of climate change strengthens its grip, is that we have a world to save. Whatever results of you reading this, I hope you better understand our position.

No, Eric had to be calm and run away first. Eric's little body moved down the stairs while he and Slasherman seemed to have met eyes.
The moment Eric saw the dark outline of his murderer, all hairs on his body stood up like a cat when it met a cat fanatic and tried to slash said cat fanatic's throat to let all of the disgusting furry fantasies pour out but in the end, remained as a cute little angry cat in the cat fanatic's eyes.
But the second before Eric dashed down the stairs and the second he briefly saw Slasherman chasing after him with all of his might, Eric activated his mind-reading skills but of course just like the shitty system, this skill had endless bugs and could only be described as an abomination o- the original.
Countless error messages rang in Eric's head.
[Error-Error- Skills do not apply to fictional characters.]
Great, just great. Screw fiction! Eric swore the second he came out of this novel, the second he sent off all these fucking demons and the second he could go back to earth, Eric would quit being an editor for a lifetime and never, ever, ever associate himself with anything that was fiction related.
This was how fed up Eric was. Now that Eric moved down a few floors, his view constantly went up and down and he figured out he was roughly in the middle of this building. Above him must be several floors and below him as well but the fucking problem was the darkness!
This almost blackness, Eric barely saw anything but his eyes have now adjusted themselves. At least three floors down, Eric decided to quietly as possible make his way to the hallway. After all, what was the most logical thing to do? Obviously to see if there were other residents right?
Why was it that even though Slasherman made an abundance of noises, no one came out to see? Or could it be that they all knew of Slasherman and didn't dare to go out? Then why didn't Timmy go to his own apartment or to anyone else to seek help?
Eric knew that there was a reason but Eric couldn't be sure. All that he concluded right now was A- Timmy must live in this building and Slasherman found him, so that was where the chase began, meaning this was the very beginning of the story or B- either the residents were too scared to go out or this whole building was abandoned.
Eric's mind was flooded with fear, survival and confusion. He dashed to the hallway and sought to escape through the staircase at one of the ends of the hallway but then Eric stopped.
He just entered the hallway from the open space. To his left were two doors and to his right were three. At the every end of the right side from the third door's gap was light which meant someone lived there!
Since the most important thing was to find out information about this situation, building and Timmy, Eric had to talk to someone. It was inevitable. From his two choices- to escape or gather information obviously the latter was more important.
Gathering his nerves, Eric quickly walked to the third door. Apart from this door, it seemed there was no life behind the other doors.
Eric made sure to listen to any noises but there weren't. Either no one was there or they slept. Eric didn't even know if it was day or night. The building itself had no windows in the hallways and staircases but judging for the third apartment's light it had to be night.
Eric heard the pounding footsteps of Slasherman and all rationality left this mind and urgency overcame him stronger than before. Eric knocked on the door quietly so his predator wouldn't hear.
1, 2- Eric prayed that someone would open the door.
3- Slasherman came into the hallway and found Eric. His pace accelerated and when Eric saw his life flash before his eyes, the door in front of him opened and Eric instantly rushed in and slammed the door shut behind him, hopefully having kept out the monster and not confined himself to an even larger doom.
Eric's eyes had to adjust to the blinding light before he saw his surroundings.
"Are you ok?" a male's voice captured Eric's attention, "Little boy, what are you doing here so late?"
Eric looked up and saw a middle-aged man who was surprisingly well-groomed and good-looking, however, the same couldn't be said to his apartment. One look already told that the rent here must be ridiculously low for such a cheap-looking apartment.
It was a one-room apartment except for the bathroom, quite small but it had everything yet Eric's view instantly fell onto the single window in the whole room and froze.
W-What the actual fuck? Eric's situation was getting worse. The window, a symbol of freedom and escape suddenly became so suffocating and horrifying. In the first place, it was already small so a person couldn't climb through it but the thick, big grid in front of the window gave one a feeling of being confined and kept in hell.
The grids were so close and big that the window couldn't even be opened. Panic and hopelessness welled up in Eric.
If all the rooms looked like this, was there any way to escape?
Could the only way to escape be the entrance or the roof?
What if there wasn't a roof or even the entrance was-
"Little boy, you look pale, are you ok?" the male crouched down and patted Eric's head but each time his hand made contact with Eric, only desperate thoughts and revolting sensation shot through his body.
This man was definitely not normal too! Who the hell could live in such a place like this and stay sane? No, the even worse thing was that this seemingly normal man was so kind and unfazed and pretended that there was nothing out of sorts.
"I'm ok..." Eric stammered and a bad premonition hit him. Perhaps, no one in this building was normal. In the hallway was a maniac murderer and before Eric was a wolf in disguise. No matter how Eric saw it, he couldn't survive. This book... was too cursed!

As the most successful editor, beloved by the whole world, touted as the holy angel, Eric dared to offend everyone under heavens and hell!
Nothing new. Only problem is, well... this time... the person he offended is... this handsome, self-proclaimed Demon Lord in his office!

Demon Lord: My son cursed you, so I came to take you away.
Eric: Yeah, no thank you.
Yet the demon lord doesn't take a no.
Eric: Then why did you ask in the first place?
Demon Lord: Because I wanted to charm you.
Eric: You have no charm. Grow a pair of boobs, then come ba-

Next second, Eric finds himself in the Demon World. His punshiment? To make the aspiring demons proper authors. Only then can Eric escape. But the thing is, Eric has to teleport into each story to edit it!

The even bigger problem, the Demon Lord seems to follow him!

"Excuse me, good sir, why the hell are you the final boss in every story that I've to seduce? Please get out of here and do your duty as the Demon Lord! Stop making all the students write about you!"

Yet the biggest problem the whole universe ever had to face, all the demons... seem to want him!

"This is not a breeding ground. Thank you. Please kindly fuck off. My body is not for your lusting entertainment!!!"


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Uploads Mo-Thu
Disclaimer: This has steamy scenes and loads of profanities. Read at your own risk and be ready to have your sanity and integrity questioned.

The second book in the 'Scum Series'. You don't need to have read the first book to read this but it's a damn, funny, bs book, so read it as well- 'Shameless transmigration' it's called.

Picture doesn't belong to me. Credit to artist.

" Like the rain on the window
You're sparkling clearly
All of our stories make us run out of breath
The closer I step to you
My whole world changes through you
I want to know all of your moments
Before that moonlight, 
I can feel we're looking at each other through this door, 
Let's see, you're eyes nose lips cheek
Even if you're
Farther away than the sky
I'll send my heart to the clouds
On this night with the bright moonlight "



                   -- Good Evening, (SHINee)



                                    °°°°°




While deliberating upon her troublesome headache, Airi tried to remember about what had happened previously to her. It was only after a span of several tries when she got struck with realisation, suddenly recalling the phenomenon and all that she had seen and heard of. 

It was a new experience to her. She felt excited and even more curious. 

She had learnt a lot from the incident that happened previously. 

There were few events on famine and plague, incurring deaths of many with episodes on war of succession among kingdoms and some few instances on beasts uprising where hundreds and thousands of those barbaric beasts tumbled down tyrannising, decimating and massacring innumerable villages and big cities!

(ಠ.ಠ)

She even had a glimpse of how those hordes of notoriety as big as a giant could be tamed, a minuscule pill that could regrow any part of a detached body or that even could bring back the dead to life!

⊙_ʘ

Then again, weapons, plants and even beast existing only in myths possessed human like consciousness with dragons and phoenixes dawdling around like ducks and chickens. Even those human like beings had the entitlement to live for millenniums, possessing cataclysmic strengths comparable to monsters and behemoths, impervious to death and immune throughout their life cycle!
 
「(°ヘ°)

Everything Airi saw could be deemed as a miraculous fit that would only be found in books of fiction and fantasy series! 

The images that played out, like that of a movie appeared real... so real that Airi felt as though she was there, witnessing those mind boggling events unfolding right before her very eyes. 

She had the feeling of having her soul getting sucked away from her body, transmigrating into the body of a bystander or someone amongst the natives eye witnessing the entire rendezvous through their eyes!

She had her soul migrate into someone else's body and was even watching everything through someone else's eyes? 

(⊙-⊙)

The experience was far more exhilarating than watching a 3D film! 

〈(゜.゜)

The most important fact was that, this  something was even more unbelievable for seemed to have seen someone that looked like her! 

And if ever this instance was to be talked about, a probable analysis would be drawn by anyone who learns of it would be ' a fanatic psycho or a freaking man woman ' , that's all!


(⊙Д⊙)ᵎᵎ

Furthermore, she saw herself at a place very different from the one she was presently residing at. The place was quite akin to those she saw previously but it possessed an ethereal ambience and gave off more of an Aery vibe. 

Her lookalike wore something like that of a long flowing loose form fitting layered robe, broadened at the sleeves adorned by a belt sash around the waist with exquisitely engraved embroidery stitches all over the garment. 

Her petite frame and the tiny waist made her appear very fragile. 

Her long silvery white hair with streaks of  golden highlights at the lower ends of those silky tresses was adorned by a single jade hair piece with a few loosened locks framing her small doll like face. She possessed the innocence and purely virtuous look of a young teenage maiden. 

She possessed a pair of magnificent clear blue phoenix eyes with delicate full lips very much akin to the petals of red roses. 

The young maiden looked to be around fifteen or sixteen, yet had the appearance of what one would deem to be as a devastating beauty that could cause downfall of very many nations! 

Her attire was simple and delicate yet she possessed the demeanor of an enchantress.

However, her ice cold face could scare anyone who looked at her . One look at her and people could only decipher the aura as horrifying and the look she gave off to be extremely menacing, very clearly screaming ' I'll screw you up!'. 


A demon incarnate through and through!

" I will love you far and beyond------

If there exists eternity, I'll be there right behind you. For if by your side I find myself then where else could I be without you... "




*********

Excerpt:


" Who are you? Why do you keep following me!"

"...because it's you?" A certain shameless purple eyed stalker retorted. 

" Why are you leaching off here for? Find someone else! "

"...because it's you!" the certain unashamed purple eyed leacher explained. 

" Aaaahhh! Get lost you pervert! " 

" Well how can I?...because it's y..." even before Wu Jun Jie could retort back with his shameless speeches, Jun Ai Nian had already taken out a knife to castrate him! 

*****

° Who said only male leads have to be cold and all powerful? Nah...they could be subservient right? 

° Who said a hero can't be a weakling?...Well, who won't like the idea of having a ML playing the role of a damsel in distress! 

° Who said a male lead has to always stand atop general masses?... He could just be whiny little fellow that feels no shame in hiding behind his wife! 


Well, when you have ---

A dominating female lead possessing a very ruthless and cruel heart, a person with multiple personality disorder (well not quite so), has a serious case of obsession with money over handsome hunks! 

A mischievous, cunning and covetous male lead who acts cute (only in front of fl), has a serious case of typical ML jealously syndrome, is black bellied but a docile and filial husband through and through! 

 --- A novel such as this is possible! 


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Not every fantasy romance is unreal. For Love has never been a fantasy!

Join in this fun filled sugery romance with a few fluffs here and a few thrills there with Jun Ai Nian and Wu Jun Jie whilst overcoming mysteries, schemes and thrills that lay in their paths.

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