To keep this simple.
Jay Dies.
He chooses which world he reincarnates into and who his mother and father is.
He wants to create his own sellsword company.
Join him on his adventure.

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!

The King of Wanderers smiled slightly at my words. "It has been a long time? I saw you last time."

"We just passed by each other at the time."

So far, I had seen the King of Wanderers twice. The first was when Han Sooyoung and I destroyed Song Minwoo and the second was when the Disaster of Floods was killed.

This was the third time... 

The King of Wanderers slowly took off her mask. As expected, it was her face.

I asked, "When did you get out?"

"A little while ago."

We looked at each other for a moment. My mother and I didn't look alike. No matter how hard I looked, it was only a face in the late 30s. When I was a child, I often heard that she looked like my older cousin. Of course, that was when I still had my father.

"Did you live in Seoul?"

She replied, "I came to meet someone I knew."

"Then you were accidentally caught in the Seoul Dome?"

"Yes."

"You have been released. Why are you wearing the prison uniform?"

"Let's see? Perhaps it is out of a desire for atonement?"

"...Atonement? You?"

"Every human is a prisoner. They have their own prison."

I stared at my mother. That shameless tone... She really hadn't changed. She told me, "Can't you say any words of thanks? You would've had a harder time without me."

...Certainly, she helped. My mother led her forces north to the disaster. It was great, no matter how weak the disaster. In fact, I believed that she would do it properly. I hated my mother but I also knew my mother well.

"You are meeting your mother but you don't seem happy."

"Do you really want that?"

"A little bit."

[The exclusive skill 'Lie Detection Lv. 1' is activated.]

[You have confirmed that the statement is false.]

How funny. I knew it was a lie but I still had to check. I said, "You have survived. You are a great survivor."

"It is thanks to the story you told me."

"...I guess so."

"You are the only one who came to the prison to see me and told me about the novel you read."

That was correct. I never had a proper conversation with my mother during all the times I visited her at the prison. I only talked about Ways of Survival. Once I became tired of it, I stopped visiting. "I didn't have anything else to say apart from the novel."

"How can that be?"

"The novel was all I had."

An image of the past came to mind before disappearing. If there hadn't been Ways of Survival or the author who wrote the story, perhaps I wouldn't be in this world right now. This story was the only comfort to the Kim Dokja who didn't have a mother or a father.

My mother muttered, "It is at most a fantasy novel..."

"In the end, you survived thanks to that novel."

We stared silently at each other for a moment.

[The constellation 'Prisoner of the Golden Headband' is looking at you with excited eyes.]

[The constellation Secretive Plotter is looking at you with strange eyes.]

[The constellation Demon-like Judge of Fire is watching you with sad eyes.]

I was the one who broke the silence first. "What attributes did you get? It might be related to the novel I told you."

"Should I tell you?"

"Yes, if you still think of me as your child."

"I wonder if you think of me as your mother."

"A little bit."

[The character 'Lee Sookyung' has used 'Lie Detection Lv. 1'.]

['Lee Sookyung' has confirmed that the statement is false.]

Dammit. My mother already had this skill. There was a hint of sorrow in my mother's expression. I had no way of knowing if it was acting or not.

She asked, "Are you still holding a grudge against me?"

"I'm not here to talk about that."

"Your father was the bad guy."

"I know."

There were certainly 'bad people' in this world. One type used violence against their wives, illegally gambled and threatened their family's livelihood.

My father was a bad person. I knew it, my mother knew it and South Korea's laws said it. However...

"Your actions weren't right just because my father was a bad person."

"There are things we have to sacrifice for a better life."

"There is no such law in South Korea. There is a law that any human who commits murder should go to prison."

"You are good at speaking because you only read novels."

"For me, reality was more like a novel. Because of you."

At this point, it already wasn't a normal conversation between mother and son. This was why I didn't want to talk to her. I knew what would happen when we talked. We knew too much about how to hurt each other.

I changed the topic. "Do you know why I am looking for you?"

"Let's see?"

"I can tell when you are lying so stop beating around the bush."

My mother smiled lightly.

"You have prisoner no. 406? Lend the grandmother to me."

"...Wouldn't it be better to take the incarnation with Jeon Woochi as a sponsor than this grandmother? I have many useful incarnations."

"Jeon Woochi is Mother's companion. Besides, the grandmother will be more help."

My mother stared at me for a moment before nodding. "Certainly, she might be useful because of the opponents. By the way, how do you know the sponsor of No. 406?"

"I can't say."

"Do you have a skill to see sponsors?"

I couldn't say anything to my mother. "Are you going to lend her to me?"

"I'll lend her. Instead..."

I was a bit afraid of what she would say next. My mother would probably suggest a deal I couldn't imagine at all. She said with a faint smile, "Next time, introduce me to your friends."

I was stunned and couldn't pick my next words.

...Shit. It was a perfect blow. My mother was the best at making bad people worse.

"Dokja. Look straight at reality. Even if fiction becomes reality, you shouldn't think of fiction as reality."

[The exclusive skill, 'Fourth Wall' is shaking violently!]

I only heard a few words but my entire world seemed to shake. I knew for sure. To this, this person was the strongest reminder of the 'reality' I hated.

"Do you understand?"

[The stigma 'Self-Rationalization Lv. 1' is activated.'

Disgusting. Now she wanted to act like a mother. Too many rivers had been crossed to go back now.

[The exclusive skill, 'Fourth Wall's' shaking has subsided.]

I couldn't bear it anymore and stood up. "That's right. I think that fiction is like reality. Why? It is because I have always been living that way."

"..."

"Maybe it seems pathetic to you. However, know this. At least I didn't sell 'reality as fiction' like you did."

I left the tent with these last words. Cool air entered my coat's collar and reached my body. I looked in front of me and saw the slightly startled Yoo Sangah.

"I-I'm sorry... Dokja-ssi was late..."

It was difficult. No, rather than difficult... It was shameful.

"Did you hear everything?"

Yoo Sangah bowed her head in a deep apology. The crown of her head could be seen.

I eventually sighed. "Would you like to take a walk?"

We walked along the platform of Yongsan Station. It was definitely a cold wind but the temperature changed when it touched my cheeks. There wasn't time to wash my hair but a nice fragrance floated from Yoo Sangah's hair.

I asked, "How is your hangover?"

"It's okay. By the way, I heard that you carried me on your back. I'm sorry. I troubled you."

"It was because you were looking after me."

We were silent for a moment before I opened my mouth. "Do you think it is strange? Why are a mother and son talking like that?"

"That's not true."

She was lying. It was extremely strange.

"Do you want to know?"

Yoo Sangah's eyes shook for a moment. "...If you don't mind."

I smiled bitterly. Yes, now was the time to talk. I took a deep breath before saying with exaggerated tone. "My mother killed my father."

Strangely, my words sounded ridiculous. I spoke like it was someone else's story.

"She went to prison for her sin."

I continued speaking.

"My father... it is shameful to say this but he is someone meant to die. Domestic violence, gambling, guarantor... my mother and I lived in fear every day. There wasn't a single day without bruises. I was sometimes hit. Then one day, my mother made up her mind and it happened."

"Ah..."

"I thought it was quite well-known at the company. Yoo Sangah-ssi didn't know?"

There was no answer from Yoo Sangah. She realized with the benefit of hindsight that she had touched a wound she shouldn't have touched.

"Do you feel even stranger now? It is legally wrong but you don't understand why I hate my mother."

"No! I'm not Dokja-ssi so I don't fully understand..."

"Honestly, do you think I should forgive her?"

Yoo Sangah couldn't say anything. It couldn't be helped. The touched wound had already burst.

There was an awkward silence before I spoke again. "Do you know the book called the Underground Killer? It was previously on the Kyobo bestsellers list."

Talk about a book emerged all of a sudden. Yoo Sangah thought the previous topic was closed and replied awkwardly, "I think I've heard of it. Wasn't it an amazing bestseller?"

"It was an essay written by an abused woman in prison after she killed her husband. It was praised by critics at the time. They said that a Korean version of Notes from Underground had come out. Of course, it was completely overrated."

Yoo Sangah's face suddenly darkened. She had noticed. I hadn't changed the topic at all.

"That's right. My mother wrote it."

Yoo Sangah's lips dropped open.

"I still remember the time a bunch of reporters waited in front of my house.  They kept asking me if the essay was real."

"..."

"I remember everything my classmates said. They told me that my mother made money by selling murder."

"Dokja-ssi..."

"My relatives also said this. My mother is a murderer. How dare she slip her face into the newspapers?"

Yoo Sangah wanted to say something but I kept going.

"It was a bit hard because of this.  No, it was hard for a long time."

"..."

"I could bear to be the child of a murderer. However, it is different to be sold as a story. It is a different matter when my life was turned into money by someone."

I looked at the sky. It wasn't night but I was more certain than ever that the distant constellations were watching me. Perhaps this story was meant for them as well.

However, no constellations sent me coins. Should I be glad? I didn't know.

"Do you still think that I should forgive my mother?"

I didn't want an answer. I didn't want her to understand in the first place. Maybe this was the ugliest form of violence I could do against Yoo Sangah, who grew up in a well-off family. It was an arbitrary display of unhappiness forced onto someone who would never understand.

The kind Yoo Sangah would grieve knowing that it was impossible for her to understand. I laughed at the unknown sense of victory. "I'm sorry. It was a joke."

"Huh?"

"It was a lie. Were you fooled? Do you think there is a novel like this? My mother and I are ordinary people and my father was in an accident when I was young..."

Then something small and soft gripped my hand. The texture was so warm that I forgot what I was about to say. For a while... I stopped walking.

Yoo Sangah wasn't looking at me. Thus, I wasn't looking at her either. We walked hand in hand without facing each other. It was as if this alone was sufficient. Strangely, my heart gradually calmed.

[The exclusive skill, 'Fourth Wall' is shaking faintly.]

Perhaps it was due to the realistic body temperature.

"Dokja-ssi!"

We neared the entrance of the station and there was the sound of people rushing forward. We reflexively let go of our hands. Jung Heewon ran over and asked, "Did the two of you kiss again?"

"K-Kiss?"

"Yoo Sangah-ssi is blushing. You did it, you did it!"

I would've misunderstood if I didn't know Yoo Sangah a bit more.

"Stop playing around. Nothing happened."

"Yes yes, I'm sure." Jung Heewon looked at me and said, "A strange grandmother came to find us. She was called by Dokja-ssi?"

An old woman with a cane walked out from the back of the party. "I hope this useless old body will be of help..."

Like other prisoners, the grandmother was wearing a blue prison uniform. She was prisoner no. 406. My mother acted very quickly.

"Are you Kim Dokja?"

"Yes, that's me."

"I've heard a lot about you from Sookyung. It is a pleasure."

"It is also a pleasure."

Sookyung was my mother's name. I looked around at the party members and said, "She is indeed the person I called. Let's depart."

We exited Yongsan Station and went to a place where people were gathered. Yoo Jonghyuk's party and the kings were already gathered there.

A white crystal slowly fell from the Great Hall in the sky. It was a crystal that shone with light.

[Warp Crystal.]

This was the item we would use to go to the next scenario area.

Only I know the end of this world.
One day our MC finds himself stuck in the world of his favorite webnovel. What does he do to survive? It is a world struck by catastrophe and danger all around.
His edge? He knows the plot of the story to end. Because he was the sole reader that stuck with it. Read his story to see how he survives!

"Ok, that was...terribly painful."

I groaned as my eyelids, fluttered open." that was when I realized that I was not in the same place as I was the last time I was up, Just then I found a note.


Dear Jaune, 

I have you the home that you are raised in and set up a place within this world, you will be going to Kuoh Academia as a transfer student in a bout a years time, I wish you luck.

"R.O.B."

P.S. note this paper  will self destruct in 5...4...3...2....


I instantly let it go. as it  into flames and. let out a small *boom*

"Well..." I said as I stared at the paper with a slightly bewildered expression "That was a thing."

(time-skip)


"Ok..." I sighed rubbing my forehead trying to relief the headache that I am feeling no avail though, "Ok lets go over what just transpired." my new monkey tail was now waving behind me and I had felt really uncomfortable about it, staring at my picture my hair was black and spikey but my Eyes was still blue must be because of my avatar, I glanced at my clothes and yup I was wearing the same badass clothes as my avatar, kind of awesome. I didn t buff up though. I was still very scrawny, All in all I looked like a black haired Jaune arc with a...better fashion sense.


"My name is Jaune Brown...Arc...My Name is Jaune Arc...I died due to a Grimm ambush in a forest, had a nice, beautiful and sexy loving family, I forgot to mention royalty, apparently, it's an alternate universe, The reason why I died? well I was untrained when I abandoned. my family because they loved and cuddled me to much causing me to be unprepared for...as I said before a Grimm invasion, scary creatures in real life by the way, I was reincarnated into a universe, a Christian family where I had gained the name Brown."  I sighed. 

"Yeah I know how could a family be Christian's when my mother acted the way she did...Well some of it is my fault probably because I was infact acting like a spoiled brat, But mostly was the fact that my father left us for some who're, who was only after his money, it was pretty obvious too but father...sigh, had to break the rules, now this had broke mothers heart and mothers life and herself was never the same"


I paused to take a deep breath as tears started to form in my eyes at the memory, I quickly wiped them off before continuing.

"Anyway trying to simple things up, she got drunk and became more violent as you can see with how I died, then I meet R.O.B. who offered me a few wishes which is something I only thought it was fiction mind you, Got a reality check, and eventually thrusted to another world which I found out to be high school Dxd with a deformed version of a gamer ability..or I don't know what it is, it doesn't show anything and know notifications, just the fiction adaption-"


[*ding-*Ding*ding*Ding*]  the sound of dinging that was ringing in my mind made me cringe a bit "ah! there it is."

A Dragon ball fan Traveling the multiverse as Jaune arc with a couple of wishes


This is just for shits and giggles it's probably trash. 

Harem.

Adonis was curious, who or what could this possibly be? 

He decided to go and check it out, he opened the window's curtain, but there was no one, perhaps he was hallucinating!

Adonis went back to his bed and resume eating. 

Behind the window

"Drago! That was too close! We cannot let him find out that we exist!"said a very beautiful, cute, adorable, small fairy with silver hair and blue eyes

Drago did not say anything but kept on staring at Adonis through the window, he was holding a small cat stuff toy.

Drago has black hair and eyes, he looks so cute and handsome at the same time, he is also a fairy.

"Drago! Why are you not saying anything! Come on say something, I won't give up on you!"said the adorable fairy with silver hair and blue eyes

Drago looked at her for a while and resume to look at Adonis.

"Drago! Don't ignore me!"pouted the adorable fairy with silver hair and blue eyes

"Vanilla, stop being so annoying, let me admire our future master."said Drago

Vanilla pouted but she also joined Drago to look at Adonis.

Their master is truly so handsome and beautiful!

Adonis sneezed! Who is thinking about me? He felt so tired and decided to go to sleep. Before long he drifted off to his Dreamland.

Drago and Vanilla sneakily opened the window, they checked the surroundings carefully before they got closer to Adonis.

Drago and Vanilla were too captivated by Adonis appearance! Adonis has long, thick curly eyelashes and his mouth is plumb pink. His skin is so fair as a porcelain doll. His slight curly hair is so fluffy and soft.

They just kept on staring at him, Adonis was clueless, he was having a wonderful dream.

Suddenly someone opened the door! Drago and Vanilla immediately hid under Adonis's blanket.

"Adonis! Are you alright?"asked his father in a worried tone

Adonis woke up by the noise, he rubbed his eyes and yawn. 

"Father you are back!"said Adonis in a sleepish tone

Duke Hayes was so happy! His son is finally cured! His son is no longer a fool, he went to his son side and hugged him.

Adonis was suddenly hugged by his father, his father was also very handsome, he looked like his oldest brother, his father has the same silver eyes as him, but they look nothing alike at all, he resembles his mother more.

His father could be considered a good father, even though he eventually promoted his mother's murderer as his wife, but he(Duke Hayes) actually didn't want to do that, he was pressured by his parents.

His father was never home because he had to work in the palace, he was so busy.

His father began to cry. Adonis was shocked yet perplexed by this situation. How can he handle his father.

At the same moment

"Drago please help me!"said Vanilla in panic voice.

Vanilla eyes were filled with tears, she could cry at any moment.

Vanilla's dress was stuck, Duke Hayes had sat on her dress.

Drago looked at her and began to pull her, but he was too weak.

Back to Adonis

Adonis felt so happy that he is well liked by his father and siblings, although the original soul was bullied by the servants, he was actually treated well, because of his father's protection.

His step mother could care less about him, all she cares about would be her own children. She could care less about the servants mistreatments to him.

Adonis saw this grown old man crying for him, he felt so warm and touched.

"Father I'm alright! You don't have to worry about me!"said Adonis with a warm and gentle smile on his face

Duke Hayes was surprised by how similar the aura Adonis gave him to that person. Duke Hayes became embarrassed.

"Son, don't tell anyone about this alright! I need to keep my reputation you know?"his father said trying to make some excuses for his sorry appearance

Adonis started to laugh but he promised his father to keep this event between both of them. It was a little secret shared by both of them.

Someone called for Duke Hayes so he had to go.

Suddenly Adonis felt like he heard someone talking. 

He scanned the whole room but couldn't find anything strange out of the ordinary. There was no one in this room other than him.

Then he heard a crying voice.

"Wah! Wah! Drago you baddie! You have torn my dress!"cried out Vanilla

Drago looked at her with a bit of guilt.

Adonis felt like he has gone nuts! Is he hallucinating again?

He decided to get up from the bed and try to find the source of that sound, he removed the blanket and saw it! It was under his blanket!

Adonis was shocked!

Drago was shocked!

Vanilla was shocked!

All three of them were dumbfounded!

"No don't look at us!"screamed Vanilla

Vanilla went behind Drago, and Drago used his cat plush toy to cover himself.

Adonis did not know what to say, he was utterly speechless. 

All three of them were deadly silent. 

After some time, Vanilla peaked over and looked at Adonis.

"Drago let's go! Let's pretend this never happened!"said Vanilla

Drago nod his head and as they were preparing to escape someone block their way.

Adonis looked at them with shinny sparking eyes!

Drago and Vanilla were kind of scared.

"OMG! So adorable! So cute! So small! Why are they so lovely!"Adonis cried out with tears of joy

Adonis loves cute, fluffy, small, delicate and beautiful things. He was so happy to know that they exist! So he was not hallucinating!

God I appreciate your efforts! Even if I'm in some sort of sick fan fiction! I'm ready to tackle all the problems! These tiny beings are filled with moe!

Yes, no one would have thought that their idol! Male God is actually in love with cute, girly things, it was his pet peeve! He prefers sweets over savory, he does enjoy eating savory food but loves sweets more! He would be called an otomen(men who likes feminine stuffs)!  

Adonis had also read so many of his fans fan fiction of him! Half were BL! Some of his fans were fujoshi(Yaoi/Gay fan) even he was amazed by his fan's vast imagination and creativity! He had also read many shoujo manga and novels, during his free time to get inspiration for his music.

Adonis always believed in true love and being devoted to one person.

He had retain his purity even in the entertainment industry, so many female celebrities and even a few male celebrities made a move on him, but his heart was not moved by anyone of them.

Their male God was still pure! His fans would have never expected their handsome devil who looks like an experienced man in that department(bed) hasn't even done the deed with anyone! Looks can be deceiving! Their idol has a maiden heart! Even more than them!

Who is the real girl between both of us! His fans would have conflicting feelings and doubts, if they knew about this part of Adonis that he hid so well from others.

Drago and Vanilla looked kind of shocked.

"Are you not afraid of us?"asked Drago

Adonis looked somewhat confused, why should he be afraid of them?

Adonis would have never imagined that these tiny fairies are strong enough to cause destruction, chaos and wreck havoc in this world. He was oblivious, especially these two, but they do have restrictions.

Adonis found Drago's appearance familiar especially that cat stuff toy.

Wasn't this the cat stuff toy, he gave to the doll?

What is going on?

Adonis a world class singer, a superstar after his concert finishes, gets killed by his crazy, sasaeng(stalker) yandere fan.

He wakes up in a 14 year old teenager boy body! But this body is too feminine! He looks too beautiful! 

After a week, he realised that he has transmigrated! This world is not exactly like earth, it's a world filled with magic.

How will Adonis survive in this world? How will his idol journey start in another world? How will his music abilities help him? 

There are some BL flags, will he become bent/gay? or he will become straight and destroy those flags? Find out(cause even idk if he will be straight or bent~author)

(｡•̀ᴗ-)✧please do read my novel! My main story interesting part hasn't unfold yet! It will get there by chapter 8! Please bear with me! 


Stay tuned to find out more!



Please vote if you enjoy reading my novel! Thank you!

Btw I just edited and Photoshop the cover! credits to the creator!

How can you lose something you never have?

I was born without love, my mother is a mistress of an old politician. She wants attention, she wants money so i became a collateral in her schemes to became my father's second wife.

How would you react when the person who suppose to love and care you the most makes your life a living hell?

The beating starts when I'm just four years old, she could pinch my ear or my arm. The more i grow up, the more she would beat me, when I'm twelve years old my whole body is black and blue to the bruised i recieve from her. She would beat everytime—the smallest scraping sound when i move my chair; one slap. The clicking of the silverware on my plate; comes another one. When i talk to her in a loud voice; a spank. When in a quite voice; she would be angry and then came her fist.— She would punish me for something i don't have any control off, heck i even start to think that she beats me just for the fun of it.

What would your reaction be when you realize she beats you then blatantly lie when someone ask about the bruise?

My mother would always lie that the reason I'm like this is because I'm a clumsy child. She would keep saying that she is just a klutz and her skin is easily bruised. I guess my skin does bruised easily, a pale skin white as a paper. All off them brush it off when mother explains to them, sometimes i could see in there eyes that they don't quite believe my mother but well why would they be concern about me anyway when even my parents doesn't care about me? My father just doesn't care about me, he could just say some superficial words of concern when he sees my bruised and other than that, then nothing. 

I've became a some kind of ghost in this house

The beating stops when i reach my eighteen years of age. Then it seems like everyone forgotten my existence, but i like it, do now have a peace and quite moment where i don't have to always on the look out to my mother when she came to beat me up when she is in a wrong mode. When I graduated on high school—home schooled style. I became addicted to reading. The library is full of non fiction works and when i finished reading it all, i started to read the fictional one, fiction where we can have magic powers, where beautiful womans go to the ball or some sort of celebration wishing and wanting that the prince or the handsome leading man would love her, care for her and swipe her right under her feet and dance all the way to their happily ever after.

What is love?

What is care?

What is even a want?

For me, i don't dare to want, i don't dare to wish, because when you have nothing, then you have nothing to lose.

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My peaceful days disrupted when my father called me to go in his study, where in there everybody is in—my mother, my fathers first wife, my step-sister and step-brother.

I have a bad feelings about this meeting but i stays silent and look for a chair to sit to.

"Sydney, your fiance would be in here in an hour to get you. You are going to live in his house from now on so go and pack your stuff." father broke the silence when he uttered this word.

"Daddy!" my step-sisters indignant voice can be heard amidst the hustle and bustle of the place. "how could you daddy, I'm supposed the fiancee not her." 

"shut up! What i says goes! Now go pack your bags now!" he shouts before angrily get ups and go to the door slamming it shut when he goes out. 
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A pants, shirts and other article of clothing are currently in askew on sydneys bed. Maids keep going to the walk in closet, getting stuffs and putting it on the luggages on the floor.

"A fiance?" mutters sydney to herself before looking at her room.

How she so wants to just run, go away and forget everything but she knows that she can't. Her father would surely find her and when he does, she doesn't want to know the punishment she would recieve.

"well, i guess it's not that bad" i can finally leave here, if her fiance would not forbid her, she likes to learn how to bake pastries and cook foods. "i just have to be positive, if worse came to worse then i can still read some books"

"maam, do you want to bring your books with you? Should we pack it for you maam?" rose one of the maids ask inclining her head to where the book case is built by.

I nodded before going to the book case.

"I can't possibly bring them all so i would just bring my favourite ones so i do needed your assistance."

Before noon, all of my stuffs are pack, luggages and cartoon boxes are already in the front yard ready to be sent out. My father is currently talking to my husband to be in his office. He come in one hour ago but i haven't even seen his face yet so I'm kind of curious, the maid said the his name is Adam Williams, a filthy rich CEO who start his own business when he is a teenager. He bacame successful that he dominate the electronic industries, a businessman savvy who know what he is doing despite his tender age of 25. When they are talking about him, they make it so that he looks perfect, a gentleman, philanthropist and most importantly a very handsome man.

When i heard that, i became curious that why would he wants to marry me, then father says that the marriage arrangement are done by our grandparents thinking that someday one of there grandson and granddaughter whould wed and make them became one family. In fact they just want one of their grandchildren to be wedded that they don't even put names and just put the arrangement in there children's lap hoping that they would fullfill it. 

Against the water falling in the fountain in front of our house, i can hear a footsep coming by, I guess that's my fiance so i decided to face him to look at the "perfect specimen" that the woman in the house keeps talking about.

How can you lose something you never have?

But when you do have something to lose, how far whould one go to keep it?

I can't afford to lose you.

So if my heart going black as ink keeps you by my side, then so be it!

The answer seemed to be on the tip of her tongue, but it then got stuck.
An Xiaxia rubbed her head, which throbbed with pain, and went back home on an electric bicycle.
She switched on her computer and logged into QQ. Su Xiaomo's message popped up immediately.
"Damn it! I got found out again with the R-18 comics I drew! Aah! Xiaxia, what should I do?!"
Su Xiaomo then sent her a crying emoji thumping its fist on the ground, and An Xiaxia replied with a guffawing emoji as she shook her leg. "So, did you finally get what you wanted and have Mr. He ravish you in bed?" 
She had kept in touch with Su Xiaomo after moving here. While in college, An Xiaxia had had nothing better to do and had decided to write novels for a website. She had had a knack for it, and after a few books, two male characters of a novel somehow gained popularity as a couple. Su Xiaomo then prompted her to write slash fiction for the couple, which immediately made An Xiaxia the slash fiction guru of the website… 
A short while ago, a company had bought the copyright of her novel to turn it into a comic. Since they were looking for a suitable illustrator, she had recommended Su Xiaomo.
Su Xiaomo had done a great job. Since An Xiaxia's novel had been kept pretty "non-physical," there were only two explicit love scenes at most… Su Xiaomo had put all her effort into drawing the scenes, and then, her draft had been discovered by He Jiayu, who was living with her… 
"Screw it… I'm seriously starting to think that He Jiayu doesn't love me at all! He doesn't crave my body!" Su Xiaomo went on howling. "How many years has it been now? I still haven't slept with him yet! I honestly think he has performance issues!"
An Xiaxia found this conversation very awkward. "…Ahem, Momo, have you been acting too reserved? How about trying something wilder?"
"Really? I'll give it a go, then… He's mine tonight!" After making that lofty announcement, Su Xiaomo moved into action decisively.
A rich aroma filled the air. She swallowed and headed for the kitchen.
The weather was too hot and their electricity supply had been erratic these days. The power was down at the moment and the kitchen was as hot as a sauna house. He Jiayu wasn't wearing a top and he stood there bare-chested. Drops of sweat slid down his muscular abdomen and all the way into his trousers… 
Damn… He Jiayu was a cutie with his clothes on and a succubus without them!
Su Xiaomo wipe her mouth and called out happily, "Darling~"
He Jiayu glanced at her and smiled mildly, but wouldn't talk to her.
A chatterbox like Su Xiaomo could die from frustration if she couldn't talk to anyone. She jabbed the tips of her fingers together, looking quite pitiful. "I'm sorry… I won't draw those things again. Forgive me?"
Cutie He's smile was as pleasant as a spring breeze, but no words came out of his mouth.
Seeing that her apology hadn't worked, Su Xiaomo resolved to use her killing move. "Father!"
He Jiayu's hand jolted and he almost threw the spatula away!
Su Xiaomo said obsequiously, "I'll call you father from now on if you forgive me now!"
He Jiayu: … Grow a spine, will you?!
He rolled his eyes at her and Su Xiaomo behaved herself right away.
She watched as the tall and slender He Jiayu stir-fried the vegetables in the wok. Despite his sweat-streaked face, she still found him unbelievably hot.
When the vegetables were cooked, He Jiayu was going to take them out of the wok when he realized that he had forgotten to set out a plate. He frowned a little.
Su Xiaomo saw what he needed right away. "Let me!"
She quickly fetched him a plate, and He Jiayu looked up. Su Xiaomo took this opportunity to pull down the collar of her pajamas, revealing her fair and tender shoulder. She then winked at He Jiayu suggestively. "Do forgive me, for the sake of my beauty!"
He Jiayu blushed right away and his voice turned husky. "Su Xiaomo, do you really think… I won't touch you?"


As an anti-fan of the idol group, Starry Night, An Xiaxia is happy to spend her time online slandering lead singer Sheng Yize. 

But things take an unexpected turn when An Xiaxia starts high school - the Starry Night trio somehow becomes her classmates, and even end up moving into her house. 

Also, the nation’s idol Sheng Yize seems particularly interested in An Xiaxia for some reason...

Sheng Yize: Xiaxia, if I and a chicken wing fall into the water together, which one will you save?

An Xiaxia: Hm… I can't swim, so obviously you're going to save yourself and get my chicken wing out!

Sheng Yize: I thought I was the nation’s idol???

Fascinated by the rich history and culture of this new world she had entered Kayla decided that she would spend the entire night immersed in the Link's world to learn as much as possible, so that she wouldn't feel completely useless and uneducated when she eventually went out to experience the world.

Time passes quickly when you are doing something that you find fascinating, and in this way the entire night passed and when her father walked in the next morning she was still frantically scrolling through innumerable fiction and non-fiction texts. Kayla had discovered that all the stories in this world were much more interesting than in her previous one, especially the ones concerning Sen and Ma, who where now prominent figures in her mind.

He coughed lightly and Kayla allowed her Link to fall softly into her palm. Unaware of how long she had spent in the Link's world she just smiled brightly at her Father, instead of feeling exhausted and drained she felt reinvigorated as if she had just slept for 24 hours straight.

With a slightly amused but sorrowful look in his eye, as if he had guessed what she had been doing all this time, he placed the book from the previous night in front of her and gently turned the first page. This is was the technique that could make or break her life here in Senma, would her incompatibility with the arms decrease if she adhered to this technique or would it not help her at all?

Determined to succeed and motivated after reading so many books she dove straight into the text. 

The first page was a shortened version of the main legend regarding Sen and Ma and briefly gave one insight into how the world came to be, this was presumably to humble those that read the book, in the face of overwhelming power who wouldn't be shook to the core. As she began to look up to alert her Father to the fact that she had finished her first bit of reading the insect-bird flew over and using its tiny claws, delicately turned the page.

The first chapter was titled: Smith's Spirit. To her surprise it wasn't as wordy as she had expected, with tiny diagrams and notes dotted all over the pages. Quietly masking her surprise she carefully read the first paragraph.

It was clearly written by someone who regarded themselves as an expert in the subject because each word was written with precision and absolute faith. It explained how each piece of metal that had been forged and tempered by a Smith would gain spirit essence, although this was similar to magic it should not be confused with it. 

Magic was generating power by controlling the elements that exist around a person and abiding by certain laws, but the Spirit of a Smith was something completely different. When a Smith was forging a tool he put a remnant of his life force into creating it and this is what the Smith Spirit was; a life force remnant. 

A lot of people had very weak spirits and consequently were not able to forge powerful tools consecutively and had to rest in between forgings to recuperate. However those with exponentially strong spirits did not need to rest at all, and in some myths people could forge for eternity without rest.

There were even some records of people with exceptionally strong spirits that did not even need to learn techniques for forging tools and instead, guided by intuition and the will of the heavens they could forge tools that were of extremely high quality.

There were many herbs, mysterious spells and techniques that could be used to nourish ones spirit but they are quite rare and such spells would affect the Magicians vitality enormously. Consequently the strength of someones spirit was pretty much decided at birth and therefore the amount of high level Smiths was rapidly declining.

The stronger spirit you had, the higher affinity you would have with tools and your compatibility when using them would be significantly higher than any warrior.

This explanation inevitably lead Kayla to the conclusion that she had an extremely weak spirit, so weak in fact that even though the arms were physically an extension of her body she couldn't move them at all.

Wanting to share her thoughts with her Father she looked up to see him immersed in a strange task.

He was sitting at her small desk and his arms were outstretched in front of him with a small piece of metal was floating in between his palms. It seemed to be slightly moving each time he changed the position of his hand, it was beginning to form a different shape. However the process seemed excruciatingly slow and each hand formation lead to another drop of sweat emerging on his brow.

Looking down at the diagrams in the book before her the only thought that rushed through her mind was: could this possibly be Smithing?

Unwilling to allow her first experience of one of the mysterious arts she had yet to learn much about go to waste, she swung her legs out of the bed and unsteadily took her very first steps in this world. Although she wasn't able to lift her arms resulting in them feeling, mentally, very heavy, they weren't actually much of a burden when she stood up, she just couldn't move them at all. She carefully walked over to her Father.

However, the Gods could not have predicted what happened next.

As she came within a certain distance of the metal she felt a small tug on her mind, as if her very spirit wished to reach out and grasp it, that it believed the Smithing method being performed was unable to bring out the metals full potential.

Suddenly, it was as if a mysterious power within her suddenly burst forth, her eyes turned completely silver as they had when she was in the darkness and when she first tried the Link. It changed her presence completely as if she had been possessed by some unfathomably wise spirit. 

The silver energy flowed into her arms, the mysterious glow they emitted intensified many times over and her body lifted her arms up as easily as if they were her own flesh and blood. She reached her arms around her Father and placed her hands either side of his, with the piece of metal still in the middle.

Her hands began to dance to a mysterious unsung rhythm, shifting and shaping the metal, silver dots similar to those that she experienced in the darkness floated out of her fingertips, infusing with the metal and giving it strength and power far beyond her imagination. Without her realising, her Father's hands had dropped away and he sat there, silent and in shock. What was going on?

When the final hand formation was completed the metal slowly drifted down onto the desk, it was no longer just an insignificant lump, it now resembled the insect-bird machines that were very popular in this world. Nevertheless it seemed to posses a great, unyielding power, as if it was a special artefact.

As her Father turned around to look at Kayla to ask her exactly what was going on, the silver light in her eyes extinguished and they returned to an ordinary grey-blue. She blinked once as if she had come out of a trance and her arms dropped back to her sides, back to being useless, before she ungracefully fell to the floor and lost consciousness.

When Kayla finds herself reincarnated in an alternate universe she expects glory and immense power to be easily within her grasp, however she is severely crippled and cannot control the energy that circulates through her body. Angry and frustrated she decides that instead of being a warrior she will strive to master a different occupation and become famous anyway.

Although she has a few tricks up her sleeve, when she meets a mysterious boy whose strength is far beyond her comprehension she realises that she will have to settle with being the second lead this time after all.

After 10 years of marriage, Jason believed he knew his wife.

She was hard on him, but soft. 

Sheryl hated excuses and definitely loved to debate every once in a while. For 10 entire years of marriage Jason grew with, and apart from her. He could even tell when she would brush her teeth when he wasn't home. They were two halves of a whole. 

How could he, after 10 years, face that his wife was lying to him.

It was only 2 days ago, that she pretended not to be in the mood or interested in him. Turning over when he touched her. This wasn't anything new, sometimes she just wasn't in the mood to fool around. 

How could he expect what he had walked into!

Candles everywhere!

Rose petals!

The bedsheets crumpled up!

Soft music playing!

Panties on the floor!

His wife, of 10 entire fucking, years moaning!

He wasn't a virgin anymore, he knew the sounds, but couldn't look away!

With his blood pumping, leaving his head he spoke up.

"Sheryl!" 

With a yelp, she jumped, the room went silent when she noticed him.

Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt…

"Put that away." Jason undid his shirt and became an Olympic gymnast as he removed his clothes.

"You have 'me' for that!" Like a tiger, he sprang out! Little Jason flying through the air!

"Mmmph!" Sheryl's eyes widened as their lips locked into a heated kiss. 

Her face relaxing as she was filled with warmth. For the first time in a really long time, Jason plowed her fresh budding soil.

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"Hey everybody, In today's other news it has just been announced. Just hours ago, Fiction Engine, in the last play Hell-Mary, unveiled footage from their most anticipated title, Immortals Online!

Gary's going to talk us through it with our tale of the tape. Let's give it up for Gary."

The screen switched to a man in his early twenties. Jason sat on the couch, flicking through channels that morning when he saw the announcement. Running to the kitchen, he wrapped his arms around Sheryl who was cooking breakfast for the first time in a long time and kissed her.

"Baby, I want you to watch this with me, I forgot to tell you last night." As he brought up the night before, they both blushed deeply. Sheryl got shy and just nodded her head. 

Moving the eggs off of the stove, Jason picked his wife up into his arms and laid her onto the couch, her head in his lap as he rested his hand on her nice wide hip. 

Sheryl's hipbone was barely visible beneath a thin layer of silky white skin, showing off her fit body with a faint line running up the sides of her belly. A prize is given for thousands of sit-ups over the years. 

As Jason pressed play, the newscast continued as the man narrated what was going on. It looked as though it were a real movie trailer with actors. Gary continued his explanation.

"For the first time since this game was announced, the millions of players who pre-ordered, just moments before it's launch are learning what the game is about."

"Wait wait my man. Gary, do you mean to tell me, that millions of people purchased this game without even knowing any details?"

"That's exactly what happened. Fiction Engine and their final title as they call it is such a big deal that they got this response. Look at this footage though, they really did deliver quality!"

"I can't argue with that Gary!"

"As you see, it's hard to differentiate an npc from a player, and normally it would be kept that way for privacy. Today though, we've got exclusive, in player perspectives from volunteers who agreed to have their identities revealed."

"Look! Our first player kill!" The camera was looking at a boy with a blurred out face, in his hand a large knife, stabbing into the back of a young girl. Shin would recognize it as David and Kylee, his first encounters in that foreign world.

Not a second later came Shin, dashing out from a bush stumbling over his own legs, there was no censor over his face as he charged with the small blade in his hands at David's neck!

"Fu-Shin! Is that reall-" 

"It is, That's our Fu-Shin! Haha!" Jason was seeing it for the first time too. He smiled at how his wife became excited at the game footage, but there were other's watching with even more excitement.

"Shin!" 

A girl in her late 20's recognized the stumbling player immediately. She was part of the elites of Redemption squad back in Summer Wars. Finishing her breakfast, she made a few calls.

"Fu-Shin?" Another girl seemed to recognize him, smiling as she bit her lips. "I'll see you soon… Grind King."

They weren't alone, Shin was more popular than he thought, but since he had no cell phone anymore, would never hear from them for a while.

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"Fu-Kong! Fu-Kong! You've got to see this!" A Chinese man wearing a black Gi ran barefooted on the wooden floors of the facility with excitement. He was Shin's distant uncle, Fu-Ding. They had never met before with his family splitting off, part going to the western world, and the rest staying behind with their father.

As the man opened the door breathing deeply and noticed the atmosphere, he calmed himself. The room was dim, only a few lanterns scattered, in contrast to the rest of the facility is up to date on technological standards, his father was old-school.

On the floor, was hardwood cut, set, and polished by his father himself. The walls were paper thin, so no one made noise anywhere nearby. A single table with parchment and an ink pen, feathered by a quail rested on the opposite wall, a healthy figure, short, with slim, flexible shoulders and a straight back was working on something. 

"What is it you Ding brat?!" Fu-Kong, Fu-Ding's father, and Shin's grandfather was busy practicing his calligraphy. He drew along a sandbox in his meditation room. 

"Li'er had a son, remember?"

"Of course I do, that girl. She stole the one good thing she'd done from our family." Fu-Kong grew red, losing his calm aura thinking about his rebellious daughter. 

"I found her! Little Fu-Shin is some professional gamer now!"

"What?!" The old man nearly had a heart attack. 

Fu-Shin, his only Grandson was a professional gamer?! What did his rebellious daughter do now?! She was going to pay for this!

Watching the news story with Fu-Ding, Fu-Kong had made a turnaround. He wasn't aware of how realistic gaming had become. Gone were the days of pinball and Pac Man. 

"Fu-Ding, my trusted son. You would never rebel like that wretched daughter of mine would you?"

"Never!"

"Take the student's, buy each and every one of them the best pod you can, and call Fiction Engine. Tell them that Fu-Kong sent you. They owe me a few favors, so you can get into their little launch for sure."

"Understood. What about you?" 

"I'll be taking a trip to the U.S. Please go fetch my pilot."

Fu-Kong wore the most determined face ever. He lived a long life, but without a male successor, felt it inefficient. Li'er and her mix blood child weren't ideal, but it had to be Shin.

Li'er was his first daughter. In the Fu family, only daughter's could give birth to future elders of the family, the first daughter is the closest to pure DNA. 

Fu-Kong had many children, but of all of them, he doted and invested in the future of Li'er the most. Only to be betrayed.

"Find him!"

"Yes, sir."

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On the other side of the world in the west, Jason was on his knees in front of the couch. Stroking his wife's thighs while she wore heels and blue lingerie, barely covering her erect nipples. 

"Baby, there's something else…" He explained everything he knew about Immortals Online, and how Shin and Mark agreed that she would be a valuable asset. The easy part was done.

"There's more?" Sheryl had nothing but great news from the moment Jason arrived, the thought of even more surprises sent her over the edge. She got goosebumps over her legs, excited at Jason's touch. 

"As you know, that contract will screw us, we need Shin. He's a sleeping dragon." Sheryl's brow raised. She didn't like where it was going. 

"I already looked over the paperwork, barring their advert today, Shin can still leave the contract before the launch. My teams have been working on it since last night. They just want their funds back and Shin…" Jason winced as he talked about Shin's spending habits, he felt like she would lash out, but the lashing never came. 

"That's all?" she was relaxed, arching her back as she pulled her underwear off. 

"Shin can consider it a loan. He'll have to earn it all back for - Ahhh!" Jason dove in. Sheryl was officially back. The girl he fell in love with was right before him, her juices flowing through him as he ate breakfast. 

"So you'll join us?"

"One condition."

"Anything."

"Guild treasurer."

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"-and sharp as hell too!" Jason met back up with Shin and Mark.

"Wait, a loan?!" Shin was stuck on the loan part. He had already given everything up to get out of the contract. Fiction engine kept the rights to use the footage from the expedition, and Shin kept his character, it's status as an Owl Disciple and everything that came with it.

"Yea, but don't worry, she'll forget about that part. Haha!" 

"Sheryl never forgets." Shin made a point. 

"Well, then just give her the next [Monster Bead Voucher] you get."

"I doubt it'll be that easy." Mark explained his concerns.

He and Shin went over all of the information from Shin's experience in detail as Mark wrote it out, making deductions in the process. They figured that regular, [Monster Bead] like items would have tiers to them, they would drop at a low rate looking at what they were capable of and were untradable below level 10. 

This could mean that monster beads have a low drop rate, and would later have another use, becoming a trading commodity. Shin explained that since it was also used for cultivating, it must give exp to those who use it. Which basically meant that they were valuable exp gems.

"I'm sure Sheryl could come up with a good use for them."

"Please tell me she isn't playing guild treasurer again…"

"Mark, you know damn well she's better than you with numbers."

Ignoring the thought of Sheryl turning on their guild once more, Mark continued his explanation. 

"Monster Bead Voucher's are probably going to be chain quest items. To keep new players from rage quitting after having to hunt so much without finding it. Everyone can't be as patient as Shin after all." He smiled.

"The Sect Token, in my opinion, is the most valuable piece. There may not be a simple method to obtain it. Usually, items like these have a low-level requirement, but huge cost. In that Maple Book game, it had no level requirement, yet had cost millions. An amount that only could be obtained much later." He continued after taking a swig of his beer. 

"We all know how it worked in Leaf Tale. Getting a guild was easy early game, but the cost jumped tenfold to level it. It really weeded out the weak on its own. I've written my thoughts down on everything. I hope you and Sheryl can think of something before we start." Mark pushed a few pages of crumpled up paper across to Jason. Downing the rest of his beer, he got up and went to his pod. 

"We still have 4 hours before launch. I'll be busy warming up with Shin's rent money, so don't disturb me." Mark closed his pod, clearly on his way to Love Hotel. Shin decided to stay with Mark for a while until he had a decent income, but Mark wasn't taking hitchhikers.

Paying nearly a grand to move in, Mark was overjoyed. Now Shin and Jason understood why.

"Hey Shin, I'm headed back before Sheryl's pod delivery arrives, ill meet you guys in a few after helping her set up, you need anything?" Jason made sure to get Sheryl the best model of dream wave technology they could afford. 

It was the Acer Dream View, taking him back 30 thousand dollars. More than Mark spent on their more impressive models from the black market, but those were illegal. That and Jason didn't want Sheryl to learn about the Play-Joy's 'Mandatory' demo.

As he closed the door behind him, Shin didn't get into his pod, but instead sat on the floor of the apartment, cross-legged. 

'Samantha, are you there?'

Our MC, Fu Shin, is a 27 year old drop out. going through severe depression after his mother's passing. His is two best friends, being his only support decide that he needs therapy, gaming therapy! 

Join them as they tackle their first VRMMO experience ever, Immortals Online! 

Walk alongside them in their most intimate moments in their most heart pumping, slime smashing, and **** bashing journey competing to get a life! 

A life, playing video games!
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