I thought only names, places, and events can only be a fiction. But when I met a poem writer, I just realized that love can be also a fiction.

I'm a novelist who loves tragic ending.

He's a poem writer who loves to write romantic words.

Both of us are a writer.

Our pen will suddenly meet as it lead us to a love story.

That even reality will turn to an imagination.

And our love story will suddenly be just a WORK OF FICTION.

He's my everything 
He's my favorite song to sing
He always makes me smile
I want to be with him in the aisle

He's my morning
He's my night
He's the only poem,
I want to write

He's my favorite time of the day
To make me smile, he'll find a way
He's the sun that always shine
The only thing i want to call mine

He's the love of my life
I want to be his wife
For him i'll fight
Because he's the brightest star in my darkest night

P.S. Mahal na mahal kita Gab ko

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This is a work of fiction. Names, Characters, Business, Places, Events and Incidents are either the products of author's imagination or used in a fiction manner. Any resemblance to actual person, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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Kapag ba mahal nyo ang isa't isa kayo na hanggang dulo?

The moment these words came out of his mouth, everyone had immediately turned their heads in the direction of June.
Within the eyes of Misa, Nisa and Maka Soma there was a questioning look, from looking at which June immediately understood that they did not know anything about it, but only the head elder had a surprised look in his eyes.
"Actually, this is the whole poem that is known throughout the generations of our Soma village", the head elder replied calmly without finding any kind offence in the June's words.
June also understood the intention and did not ask any further regarding it.
Actually, June had clearly understood most of the literary significance behind this folk poem. He did not know much about the literature works before, but he had enough common sense to understand that any kind of literature work could never thrive on just the fear alone.
The strongest ability of any literature work, especially like poems, stories, novels, plays, scripts and even the lyrics of a song is its ability to manipulate or juggle with the emotions of the reader, so that their mind may feel refreshed from any fatigue that they might have in the reality, and also helping the mind in dealing with the untamed emotions by giving a kind of pseudo experience to the mind  of the reader.
It is like in some cases, where reading the Romeo and Juliet will automatically alert the mind in some way or the another about the practical consequences of such actions in the society, so that in most of the cases our mind can subconsciously prepare by giving at least some kind of precaution or a warning in case the emotions start to roll out of control.
So normally, any famous literature work would naturally manipulate or juggle with the emotions of the reader in many kinds of different ways, but the thing is that, at least two balls are required for the proper juggling.
After all you can not juggle with just a single ball in your hands, but in this folk poem that was narrated by the head elder Hason Soma there was only one primary emotion, that was fear.
Like there was some kind of a warning hidden within these words.       
While June was wondering about the poem, a voice entered his ears.
"The name of this poem is 'Red Heavens'"
Said the head elder after resuming his original comforting elderly demeanor.
Then he started explain the real story portrayed in the poem.
As the legend goes, a very long time ago beyond those great mountains that could be seen in the northern direction, there was a kind of 'Holy City' that the people of Oma Hills region referred to as the 'White heavens'.
There were all kinds of mystical and supernatural stories regarding that city and the 'people' who used to live there.
Yes, that is right, "people".
It was a city of human beings and not deities but those humans had many different kinds of extraordinary abilities that were not a single bit less than the supernatural fiction when June heart it. With the least of it being that each one of them could at least fly.
For normal people living on these lands, this 'Holy City' had a very important significance because it very openly represented "Hope".
By this it meant that even an ordinary person who is the weakest born had the chance to reach there, and as the legend goes, you did not even need to have any kind of talent or special ability or even riches to find its way.
You do not have to do any kind of good things or bad things in order to be judged on the way to reaching that place.
There was only one way to find your way to that "White Heaven" and that was to awaken your "Will".
It was believed that for those people who have awakened their 'Will', doesn't matter if you are a new born child or a dying old man, even if you were to walk in southern direction, which was the opposite direction to the mountains in the north, still you could reach 'White Heavens' by taking just a single step.
This was the 'Hope' that was present in the hearts of all of the people that were alive at that period of time and they used to call it the "Will of Hope", their "White Heavens". 
And in fact, even the name of this place where they were currently living, that was called 'Oma Hills Region' also came from that holy city named "White Heavens".

What is science?

Study of laws of nature. A description of the rules that governs the world. 

Speed, acceleration, force, electricity, magnetism, space are nothing but names given to these laws.

June is the youngest physicist to gain Nobel Prize at the age of 25 for inventing a device that converts mass into energy.

Due to jealousy he himself becomes the victim of his own invention. His own body gets converted into energy that directly enters his soul. 

His soul crosses the barrier of life and death and he wakes up in a new body in a totally different world where knowledge is strength and body is the only weapon.

June finds himself in the beginning of an ancient era, era of Gods.

The Heian period has been referred to as the golden era of art and literature in Japan.[3] During this era, literature became centered on a cultural elite of nobility and monks.[4] The imperial court particularly patronized the poets, most of whom were courtiers or ladies-in-waiting. Reflecting the aristocratic atmosphere, the poetry was elegant and sophisticated and expressed emotions in a rhetorical style. Editing the resulting anthologies of poetry soon became a national pastime. The iroha poem, now one of two standard orderings for the Japanese syllabary, was also developed during the early Heian period.

Genji Monogatari (The Tale of Genji), written in the early 11th century by a woman named Murasaki Shikibu, is considered the pre-eminent novel of Heian fiction.[citation needed][5] Other important writings of this period include the Kokin Wakashū (905), a waka-poetry anthology, and Makura no Sōshi (The Pillow Book) (990s). The Pillow Book was written by Sei Shōnagon, Murasaki Shikibu's contemporary and rival, as an essay about the life, loves, and pastimes of nobles in the Emperor's court.[6]Another notable piece of fictional Japanese literature was Konjaku Monogatarishū, a collection of over a thousand stories in 31 volumes. The volumes cover various tales from India, China and Japan.

The 10th-century Japanese narrative, Taketori Monogatari (The Tale of the Bamboo Cutter), can be considered an early example of proto-science fiction. The protagonist of the story, Kaguya-hime, is a princess from the Moon who is sent to Earth for safety during a celestial war, and is found and raised by a bamboo cutter. She is later taken back to her extraterrestrial family in an illustrated depiction of a disc-shaped flying object similar to a flying saucer.[

this is made for the purpose of getting the authors badge  at any rate I'll just compile world literature

Such Misfortune...

you see, normally I really like to read a story where the protagonis die because of mistakes of God's and got reincarnated, but who ever thought someday I will get in the same situation as the protagonis.

Yep, I end up died by lightning caused by mistakes of god.

Damn what a cliche event I got into.

And now in front of myself or my soul is a god who responsible for my death apologies to me and as compensation for his mistake he will reincarnated me to anotherworld aka fiction world.

I really need to calm down. Firstly I need to confirm something.

" I'm sorry kami-sama. But can you tell me what world verse I will reincarnated into? Can I choose where I will reincarnated?"

"Unfortunately, you can't choose where you will reincarnated and where you end up is up to your luck"

"Wait, do you mean I will reincarnated in random fiction world?"

DAMN IIIIITTTTT!!!!! WTF!!!! with my luck it's possible I will end up in absurd world like Dragonball, Worm, or Resident Evil. I just want to end up in normal modern world like oregairu, eromanga-sensei or at least SAO.

"Of course I will give you a power you choose to survive no matter which world you end up to"

"Really?" I beamed hearing what god say.

"I just give you one power thought. So think and decide wisely"

Fortunately he's different with certain blue haired goddesses who have screw in the head from certain LN who will push someone to choose their cheat.

"How about the gamer?"

When you think 1 power who can usefull in all world without doubts is this. Unfortunately the god don't like my wish.

"No you need choose another power. Us the God's decide to forbid give that absurd reality breaking power because how problem they cause made the user give to ourselves"

Somehow I really don't want to know what problem the gamer user give to make God's to forbid to give power the gamer.

Hmmm... It's a problem... Except the gamer I just know a little about what power who can make me survive and make my life easier in any fiction world.

Let's see...

1. Gilgamesh Gate of Babylon from Nasuverse. Unfortunately even it have the overpowered fucking EA I don't think it will be useful if I end up in wormverse and gilgamesh will surely kill me if I end up in Nasuverse. So Nope.

2. Authority's from Campione verse. Well if I choose this I will automatically gained a constitution of godslayer. Not just I will gained power to kill God's I will have a huge amount of magic and absurd magic resistance. Unfortunately person who have this see constitution famous for troublemaker and very easy finding trouble and easily attracted hatred from God's. So Nope Again.

3. Another Comology from mondaiji-verse. From what I know Another Cosmology or Pseudo Star Map or Force of Center Mythology not just will grant the wielder OP body (able destroy star with one punch, can move as fast as third velocity movement, immune to any negative effect, great intelligent, super instinct, high-regenerative) it's have absurdly OP power. I mean look at Avista used Azi Dahazka, not just it have ability to add oppenent power to you it can neutralize the ability oppenent too. As long as it's not human or Zoroastrianism Azi Dahazka literally Invicible. Even Izayoi Another Cosmology Aurora Pilar (Last Embryos Final Hope) is Absurd OP not just it have ability to destroy any power, it grant Izayoi Immortality as long as future mankind needed to be saved still exists.

Yup it's dicide what power I will choose.

"Kami-sama, I decide to have Another Cosmology from Mondaijiverse"

"Hmm... it's interesting. This certainly a power who will make you survive in which ever world you end up. So.. what Another Cosmology you want? Aurora Pilar Sakamaki Izayoi? Avista Azi Dahazka? Poem Canaria? or Avatara Kalki A Visnuyasha?"

"Can you creat my own Another Cosmology?"

"Hmm... I can"

"In that case can you create another cosmology with function similiar to that abilty Medaka from Medaka Box verse"

"hooo... you mean The End?"

"yes"

"Interesting. Alright I will give you Another Cosmology "The End" and because you have this interesting idea I will give you another two gift my choosen from mondaiji-verse"

"Really? What gift?"

"First I will give you the same inheritance as Demon Lord Maxwell 'Third Perpetual Motion Machine'. Second I give you Brahma Replica"

Oh God! right god infront of me! that 2 gift is in certain sense is overpowered. 1 can make my energy and stamina unlimited another 1 can bring me a certain victory.

"Alright now I will sent you to the random world. Hope you can enjor the second change. And I'm sorry for killing you"

"don't worry about it. I'm the one who need to say thank you to you"

"In that case good bye!"

After that my vision became black

RECAP
I hope you can keep a secret
I"ve run out of duffell bags so i don't really know how i'll take care of you
Next time life wants to push me to the edge
It'll account for mental disorders especially psychopathy
Funny how this all started the day my cookie crumbled."I finish reciting the poem then I hear footsteps. I run back to my room and lock the door.
"DANIELLE, YOUR MOM LET ME IN." I hear Christian stay and I don't move from my bed.
"What is the poem?" I ask skeptically.
"Do I have to recite the whole thing?" He asks in despair.
"Yes."
"ugh! I  remember the first time we had sex. How you asked me if we'd ever get the chance. You said you'd tell me your "number" As if that'd be enough to convince me, enough satisfaction to dismiss my only promise to myself by being one of 64 to know. How honored. You said "how 'bout just the tip" And "all you have to say is stop" But I never said GO or stopped saying NO. How funny. I remember how you pinned me down And propped my legs in front of you so I couldn't move. How "just the tip" became a painful push And how afraid I was to push away. How romantic. I remember saying how uncomfortable I was and yelling STOP, and how when it was over you were happy. You seemed so proud and I was shocked by what you said… "Does this mean you buy me lunch tomorrow?" I left feeling disgusted, violated and guilty. I convinced myself that losing my virginity was my fault when having sex shouldn't cause blame at all. How confusing. For several months you had convinced me that I gave consent and rape was impossible for people who're "together" and that sex was now okay but not just okay— Sex was an obligation. It's expected. And I shouldn't have been surprised when suddenly one day you were seeing someone else. I was a toy and you were selfish. How disgusting. Well, I hope you're happy, I mean who wouldn't be if they got away with what you did? And your 65th, I pray to God, won't feel like I did. By dazeofmyxlife. Is that enough for you to verify that it's me Danielle?" He asks and I finally get up from my bed and I open the door for him.
"I found another poem." I say as he engulfs me in his arms.
"Recite it."
" There's people i understand to a high level
We call each other friends i the feeling is mutual
We laugh, drink, dine and merry
When we're together everything feels jolly
Frankly I'm amazed sometimes
How they love and understand me
I'm not sure animals and fruits are supposed to be friends with humans
But I'm sure i got a few
I've got a fish, cow, mouse, goat, an almond
And a few gems too
I've got an amber and a couple others I'd rather not say
I've got one of America's president in my collection too
I've even got the CEO of Nhentai
I have many other people that understand me
It's too bad i can't rhymes their names in
But maybe Teni will tell me
Or I'll run with Sharon
Write an essay on this with Ese
Then 'll take it to Stephanie who's name still rhymes with Bethany
Or this king on my list named Akin
I might need a car to ride in
I know exactly who too call
I'll keep a doll inside it
And maybe paint it black
Then when I'm thinking of traveling the world
I've got Alexander the great
And if my Knee's cold I've got Nicole.
And a pretty catchy tune i call SMD
Man I've got a lot of friends
The radio just stopped airing
Chill I'll call Eri
It'll be fixed in a jiffy
I think I've got pearls too
Specifically one named Pelz
And my dance teacher Anita who's name rhymes with senorita
She dances to the Mystiqal DJ
Who plays tunes produced my Vhictor keyz
I think I've got some more left
But I'd have to visit Iyaba left
If i want to rhyme their names next
I've got people i understand
And I'm happy i call them friends."
"It looks like it was written by a different person."
"I agree with you. All we need to do is track down every single person and ask them what they know about my mom and bayo." I say and he nods in response.
"The first person on the list is the CEO of Nhentai."
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Danielle is bent on finding the reason behind the death of her father and those around her. With the help of her sworn enemy, Damien, they embark on the journey to find the reason behind his death and those around her. 
 Mysteries unfold and everything is not what it seems.

That was huge news!
Y, from who knows when, became a symbol of mystery. One by one they appeared out of nowhere, all of them amazing on their own right, yet none of them showed their faces.
At that moment, the Y-God that was hidden within the darkness finally decided to turn on the lights?
That news took over at full force, like a storm washing through the entire stream, attracting countless viewers.
Finally, with a "click", Y-God's stream turned bright!
In front of the screen, was a person wearing Superman Y's mask…
[F*ck! I've got my pants off, and this is what you show me?]
[Damn it! You beast, cheating my feelings!]
[Woe is me. I came here excited, yet return home sad.]
[Please don't be depressed guys. At least we gained something. We got to see Y-God's slender fingers, his strong broad shoulders, that sexy adam's apple, and those eyes filled with emotions…]
[Bootlicker, you're disgusting!]
[It seems like Y-God is not that old. I guess he is quite the handsome one. Regardless, this is better than a black screen.]
…
Comments flew everywhere. Ye Lingchen coughed lightly, saying "Since we're all called Y, it's fated. I'll be borrowing this Superman Y mask for a while. I hope that Superman Y won't get offended."
[Superman Y: I take offense! Take it down immediately!]
[I beg for Superman Y to appear and take that mask off Y-God!]
The entire stream turned extra lively. It would seem that Ye Lingchen had achieved his desired effect.
He had already guessed that his changing of the streaming content would cause him to lose several viewers. That was unavoidable, hence the skit he came up with. The effect was better than he had anticipated. At least the viewers in the stream were increasing rather than decreasing. Next up was to keep them there using the stream content!
[It was a time where heroes rose up in droves, of confusing historical records. It's an interesting topic. Historical records, wild myths, romanticization, and TV adaptations. Each era had its focal points, and each composition described the scene differently. Fact and fiction were indistinguishable, success and failures were similarly doubtful. Telling a story with the characters, with the characters we relive history, with history we talk about culture, and with culture we study human nature. Next, I present to all of you—Study of the Three Kingdoms by Y-God!]
The charming voice slowly went on, stirring the hearts of the viewers watching the stream, indicating the start of the show.
Listening to the intro, they felt that it might be somewhat interesting. Everyone felt a sense of historical majesty coming their way.
'This seems different from the average history lessons. Perhaps I should give it a try?'
Some of the viewers that wanted to leave hesitated and chose to stay back and listen instead.
Meanwhile, somewhere out there, an elderly man was frowning as he watched his grandson in the room, letting out a heavy sigh.
Grandparents would always spoil the kids. He felt a little regret for spoiling his grandson so much. At that point, he could not bear to hit, nor scold him.
Every time the grandson came home, he would hide in the room, either gaming or watching some live stream. As such activities wasted lots of time, his results had gradually deteriorated. That caused the elderly man to feel helpless.
As a history professor, his grandson did not have a shred of interest in history. Furthermore, he was failing all his history exams. That hurt the elderly man's heart and smeared his reputation, to the extent that many of his colleagues would make fun of him for it.
After a moment's consideration, he finally gritted his teeth as he steeled his heart and entered his grandson's room.
"Little Feng, are you watching that supernatural live stream again?" asked the elderly man, testing the waters. "You should spend less time on those things and use them to study instead."
Little Feng quickly turned over to look at him. "Gramps, the previous supernatural live stream has ended. I'm now learning history."
"Learning history?" The elderly man was caught off guard, approaching with disbelief.
All he could hear was Ye Lingchen's voice drifting over. [When it comes to the Three Kingdoms, we will remember the famed Battle of the Red Cliffs. As for the Battle of the Red Cliffs, we will be reminded of Su Dongbo's famous poem, Memories of the Red Cliffs[1]—The great river with piling waves flows Eastward, carrying along the gallant souls of the remote bygone days...Life is just a dream. Allow me to libate a drink to the moonwake.[2]
From the magnificence of this poem, it showed us the heroic spirit and romance during the times of the Three Kingdoms. With that, we can imagine the glory of that era.]
From the sound of it, it did sound like the Three Kingdoms.
The elderly man felt a shiver run through him and immediately took a seat.
He lacked confidence in the live stream and needed to confirm the authenticity of its contents. He must not let his grandson be misled. However, looking at his grandson overflowing with excitement, he could not help but feel slightly comforted.
That was a good starting point!
'This history narrator is quite interesting.'
Unlike other history narrators, Ye Lingchen did not narrate it according to the timeline and development. Instead, he cut in straight from the Memories of the Red Cliffs, grabbing onto the interest of his audience before he started his narration.
[After reading this poem, I can't help but tie it to Mr. Zhou in the poem. The Mr. Zhou that turned boats and ships into ashes was none other than Zhou Yu!]
The elderly man's eyes brightened. To cut into this point from the poem was a good call.
He could not help but grow more interested as he listened.
[I believe that Zhou Yu is no stranger to everyone. When we talk about him, most would think of him as a petty person, therefore leading to an overwhelming number of scandals. For example—"Zhou Yu's three defeats", "Why would the heavens conceive of Zhuge Liang when I, Zhou Yu is here", "Zhou Yu's foiled plans, losing the wife and the battle". These phrases turned into proverbs and are used in our daily lives. However, in truth...that was not the case!]
'Scandals?'
Some viewers could not help but laugh. 'Can history be taught this way?'
However, following that, a frown appeared on their faces. They have heard of the proverbs that Ye Lingchen mentioned, but all the things they have known all these while were just upended by Y-God in an instant? What was going on?
They wanted to continue listening.
The elderly man made a frown as well and was met with his grandson's question. "Grandpa, I've heard of these phrases before. Are they really like that?"
"Let's continue listening first," answered the elderly man, not refuting Ye Lingchen on the spot as he watched the hunger for knowledge shown on his grandson's face.
Ignoring the doubtful comments, Ye Lingchen continued to narrate with a calm voice.
[Zhou Yu was elected as a military officer of Jianwei by Sun Ce at age 24. Within the Wu army, he was known as Zhou Lang. Everyone in that region called him Zhou Lang at that time. "Lang" also meant kid. During that time, addressing someone in that fashion was meant as a praise for his appearance, resulting in the name to mean Handsome Zhou.]
'Handsome Zhou?'
Many viewers laughed in front of their computers. This history lesson was just too interesting. It was filled with a modern twist in every aspect!
Casual with a hint of mischief.
With an amazing opening, interesting style, and unorthodox approach, he managed to grab hold of the viewer's hearts, cultivating their interest to continue listening…
[1] 赤壁怀古 (Sentiments of the Red Cliffs / Remembrance of the Tale of the Crimson Cliff) - If you are interested in the full translation of this poem, please visit this site for the complete translation. Do note that our translation may be different. https://28utscprojects.wordpress.com/2011/03/01/%E8%8B%B1%E8%AD%AF-%E8%98%87%E8%BB%BE-%E5%BF%B5%E5%A5%B4%E5%AC%8C%EF%BC%88%E8%B5%A4%E5%A3%81%E6%87%B7%E5%8F%A4%EF%BC%89/
[2] 江月 (river moon / the moon's reflection on the river) - We have decided to go poetic and make use of the term moonwake (synonym moonglade, but that might be confused with the World of Warcraft location). Taken from Wiktionary.


Ye Lingchen was a regular high schooler who struggled with exams and expectations from his parents.
All that changed after he woke up from a strange dream and discovered that he had been granted the 'Prodigy System'. His life changed from this point on. Reading a book allowed him to learn its content immediately. Listening to lectures granted instant understanding of the lesson. Observation of a technique imprinted knowledge of the technique used.
Learning had never been so easy, and as the saying goes, knowledge is power. In this case, he now had access to a ton of unbridled power. 
What does it feel like to become a 'prodigy' overnight? Follow Ye Lingchen on this journey to discover the limitless possibilities...

By the time Amelia Bones returned after tracking down Trelawny, Fudge was already eager to leave and implement some of the new ideas he suddenly came up with 'by himself'.
Now that he knew he didn't even need the subjects of the prophecy to view the orb, it bothered him not at all when Bones reported that the batty Divination Professor had no clue of any augury she supposedly gave to Dumbledore.
Chad had already suspected that she would have no idea about it, as the woman would have repeatedly bragged about it otherwise, and Dumbledore could not have that! 
This woman took great pleasure predicting peoples death in each and every one of her classes, after all. Purely for clout.
With Bone's news of a dead-end in their investigation, Fudge, almost giddy with the desire to leave, used it as the perfect excuse to be on their way. He thanked Harry Potter for his time as he disappeared in a flash of flame with a confused Amelia, after practically impelling her through the Floo Network. 
Chad could only sigh at the future drama this event would cause. He prefered to work from the shadows and strike at unaware targets, not act publically for everyone to watch and take note. This was how he had accomplished so much without being challenged at every turn.
Australia was the perfect example of what happened when someone tries to do things out in the open. It forces everyone affected by your decisions to defend their own interests, and thus, oppose you.
Too many times, in either fiction or non-fiction, was this exposed as the natural laws of the universe. Humanity was selfish, and if someone bit off more than they could chew, they would be b*tch slapped back into place by those affected.
And even though Chad had managed to muddy his involvement with the prophecy by refusing to pick up the orb and confirm his association, the public would speculate. Especially now with Fudge on the warpath and Trelawny was aware she wasn't a complete hack.
Dumbledore's prophecy that he used to lead Voldemort around like an idiot would be spread throughout the community before the end of the week. Chad was unsure if it was actually real or not since it was way too convenient.
An experienced Dark Lord against a schoolboy with prank spells would never work, and only someone set up to fail would ever be trained how Harry Potter was. If you want someone to survive and fulfil a prophecy, you don't lock them in a cupboard for ten years and then teach them school level spells.
But it mattered little at this point, Voldemort only existed as a Horcrux in the Lestrange vault, and Chad held the only people that could access it. He was not worried about the 'resurrected Dark Lord' that would suddenly focus all of his energy trying to kill him because of it.
What did annoy him though, was that it would bring more attention, from both the media and the loyal Death Eaters still running around free. Maybe he could sacrifice Neville to the populous that would be searching for someone else to worship before they inevitably turned on them.
Other than being marked by Voldemort, he did fit the other criteria. But to be honest, so did a lot of people if you squinted hard enough when reading the poem of vagueness. 
There was no mention of which year the person must be born, nor the Dark Lord in question! For all Chad knew, if Dumbledore didn't make it all up, then it could possibly be about him! Trelawny was sitting right in front of him, Dark Lord Dumbles was most likely the trigger to her prophetic episode.
That was the problem with prophecies, the interpretation would never be clear and could be forced to suit any scenario.
"Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies... 
And the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not... 
And either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives..."
Because of Horcruxes and Harry Potter's parasite, not to mention his scar, it was often immediately attributed to him. But nowhere in the text did this give specifics answers or confirmation.
One way to look at it, if you chose to view it as about Harry Potter, was that his parents disobeyed Dumbledore's orders three times and Harry would have to kill Dumbledore if he ever wished to be free of his manipulations.
After all, Dumbledore did way more harm to Harry Potter with his deliberate actions than Voldemort ever did! 
He had no idea what the "power the Dark Lord knows not" referred to. Other than it certainly wasn't love, that would be ridiculous. Still, Chad fully believed that the poorly written poem was contrived by Dumbledore to play Tom Riddle like a chump. 
-Meeting Trelawny at the pub owned by his brother that hates him, when all other interviews are held at Hogwarts.
-Snape 'overhearing' only the first sentence before running off to tell Voldemort.
-The most likely subjects of the prophecy being children of Dumbledore's burnt chicken lackeys.
Sure sounded like Fate loves Dumbledore and hates Tom and Harry.
Still, after thinking about misdirecting the target of the prophecy onto Neville for a minute, he ended up deciding to just let everyone believe what they wanted without confirming anything.
Although Neville had come a long way under his tutelage, the boy was not ready to be made the centre of attention of the wizarding world. Plus his overbearing Grandmother might start to cause problems.
Of course, he would also be starting rumours that it was fake and merely a ploy by the 'power-hungry' Dumbledore to regain his fame and influence. No point in not using the situation to his benefit.
Glancing around at the McGonagall's modestly decorated office and finding nothing of interest, he decided to give the old woman her room back and head off to his own. He would need all the sleep he could get in the coming days of turmoil.
Sure enough, the next day saw Trelawny strutting around like she was the best thing since sliced bread, and dropping hints at the power her third eye was capable of. 
Things only got worse a day later when the Daily Prophet came in the morning with news of Dumbledore's claims and Fudge adding more charges to the old man's rap sheet.
While he was now gaining many new looks and whispered conversations from the students at Hogwarts, Fudge had done his best in separating him from any excessive involvement.
[   "Dumbledore claims to have not been involved in poor Harry Potter's kidnapping, yet then insists that there is a prophecy about He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named's return, and he has known about it before his death!
Personally, I think it is all made up for the old fool to try and save his own skin after being revealed as a crook. But if he insists it real, it only further proves Dumbledor is guilty of a lot more than we first thought!
Therefore, with the full support of the DMLE, if Dumbledore doesn't turn himself in by tomorrow at 6pm, all of his assets will be seized, and anyone found colluding with him guilty of accessory to his crimes!
Furthermore, a reward of 50,000 Galleons will be offered for any information leading to his arrest."   ]
The Dining Hall erupted into chaos when that bit of the article in the newspaper was read, as it would practically damn anyone still trying to stand up for Dumbledore. 
The 'Dark' faction of the Wixengamot would be out for blood with Fudge's declaration since it was basically giving them free rein to hunt down their political enemies on the barest of suspicion they would be hiding the fugitive Albus Dumbledore.
Though many of them were still confused why Voldemort had yet to show himself to his marked Death Eaters, they were practically creaming their pants with his brilliant destruction of their most hated and feared enemy.
While the magical world was losing its mind, Chad was cursing his inability to control the situation. This was precisely what he didn't want to happen.
R.O.B had given him only one objective, for Dumbledore to get his comeuppance. But since this was now his new life, he wanted to benefit from the power vacuum such a thing would create.
However, Dumbledore had forced his hand, and now Fudge was off doing his best to see the old man destroyed. Sure it was a good thing, as Chad would have to do it himself eventually anyway.
But there would be so many missed opportunities and problems created from the rushed job, that he would rather Dumbledore had remained hidden for a few more years. 
Even if now he didn't actually have to lift a finger to see Dumbledore brought down by the masses, and could just sit back with a bag of popcorn to watch the show.
Still, he wasn't going to complain too much about it. Things were otherwise going well in his conquest of both the mundane and magical world, and Britain was purely for his entertainment.
He didn't actually need to take it over diplomatically.
It was the equivalent to playing an RPG computer game, failing a dialogue choice and missing out on a piece of loot that would only be relevant for a couple of more levels before he outgrew it.
What was Dumbledore and the British Ministry of Magic when he planned to enslave the entire world's magical population?
Hell, the only country's magical community he was wary of was the Magical Congress of the United States of America. But that was only because they were so over-policed that exposure was higher if he came in enslaving people willy-nilly.
For that reason, they would be left until last. 
What were they going to do against the rest of the world if it was under Chad's control? Even if the muggles found out by that point, they would still be aligned against numerous enemy countries that had their leaders taking orders from his people.
After all, most muggle governments were aware of their magical counterparts. And if Chad took over the magical side that protected the muggle government, how easy would it be to usurp them as well?

R.O.B was tired of reading about how Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore was the greatest wizard of all time and how he craps rainbows. 

He wanted to tear off the facade so that Dark Lord Dumbles is exposed for the villain he really is. To do so, he enlists the help of a like-minded geek and throws him into the body of baby Harry Potter when he was struck with the killing curse.


The first book in the series: A Chad in the Multiverse.


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A Harry Potter SI fanfiction.


Obviously, this is a fan-fiction with systems or ideas from other novels, so credit goes to original authors. Also, this is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

"Why, you could not have possibly heard of this poem?" Ling Chongxiao asked after seeing the expression on Shen Lian’s face.
"I think so, I did. Was it by a Daoist with the surname, Wang?"
"That I am not sure. I recalled the Founding Master mentioned that he saw a tiny row of words at the end of the poem, it says, "my old friend Saffron had left, but his words shall remain, my heart would be like that of Jizi", but the person who left the words signed off as "Li".
The Founding Master thought, the poem was left by someone named "Saffron", but the person who signed off as "Li" was an old friend of Saffron. As for Jizi, the Founding Master had no idea what was it about.
The Founding Master was straightening out his confusion when he picked up a hint of blood from the scent of plum blossoms. When he turned to look, his limbs immediately weakened in fear. A tiger was right behind of him.
The dragons dwell amidst the clouds, whilst the tigers dwell amidst the wind. The corner of the tiger’s big eyes was upturned, and there were white stripes on its forehead.
After staring at the Founding Master, the tiger leaped for him.
The Founding Master took a few steps back in fear. What happened then left him in shock. The tiger did not land on top of him but was held in mid-air by an invisible rope.
"Who are you, and why have you come?" A child with a crisp voice queried.
The Founding Master saw the tiger being lowered onto the other side, and a young female child was sitting on its back. The girl had her hair tied, and was holding onto a jade green flute.
The girl looked around six to seven of age, and her skin was clear. Her exposed wrist could be akin to the frost and the snow, and she looked like the moon shining brightly on a quiet night. The way she spoke was the same as an adult, and she held a flute in her hand.
"Were you the one who was playing the flute?" The Founding Master asked curiously.
"Ah, so you are one of the normal humans who have stumbled into the mountains by mistake. I shall deal with you later."
Out of a sudden, ten red lines started closing in from the northwestern sky.
"Li Qingshui, I must send you back into the karmic cycle today." The person who was amidst the red lines spoke lowly.
The girl was staring at the red lines, and she took a glance at the Founding Master. A black cloud emerged underneath the tiger she was sitting on, and it flew towards the red lines.
Thunders were roaring in the northwestern sky, and rays of five colors crisscrossed with numerous red lines.
It was not until the sun was about to rise that the commotion ceased.
There was a stone house in the plum forest that the Founding Master was in. He waited till sunrise, yet the girl was nowhere to be found. However, he found a scroll of painting, three books of scripture, and a wooden fish in the stone house.
The girl did not return. The Founding Master left the stone house with the items he found. He did not walk towards the north-west, but he walked towards the south-east direction instead. He did not know how big the mountain was, the Founding Master walked for ten over days before he managed to get back to the sea on the south-east. He carefully practiced the martial exercises on the beach. When he had reached a certain level of attainment, he made a wooden raft and went back to the mainland.
"Now you finally know where the Shenzu Scripture came from," Ling Chongxiao said with a smile.
"The Shenzu Scripture was one of the secret texts that he found? And the wooden fish is the one that you are carrying?" Shen Lian queried softly.
"Good guess. Among the three scriptures, one was called Mingyu martial art, and one was called Shenzu Scripture". Both of them have their similarities, but Mingyu martial art was scarier. Both require the cultivator to have great potential. The only difference is that the stronger Mingyu martial art is actually incomplete. The man in green always thought the Master to favor me more, but actually, the Master knew him too well. He was aggressive and extreme. If he were to practice Mingyu martial art, he would do himself more harm than good. This was why the Master passed the perfected and completed Shenzu Scripture to him instead.
In terms of potential, it is undeniable that I have greater potential than him. The Master hoped that I could complete this Kung Fu, and pass it on to the future apprentices.
Throughout these years, I did learn something. With this Kung Fu, I managed to attain what the Daoist called "taming the white tiger", and I could preserve my youth. However, to complete this masterpiece is beyond my capabilities.
I have wasted a lot of my time for this, which is why I do not plan to pass the Mingyu Scripture on to you, for fear of wasting your time.
Also, my experience tells me that although the Mingyu Scripture is profound, it shares a similar origin with the Shenzu Scripture. Both are of authentic Xuanmen.
If you managed to cultivate the Shenzu Scripture to the highest level, you will benefit greatly, and the path of immortality will not be far."
After hearing everything from Ling Chongxiao, Shen Lian remembered the Shenzu Scripture actually appeared in one of Jin Yong’s novels. On the other hand, there was another book titled "The Daoist Drifting in the Wuxia World". The main protagonist created a version of Kung Fu named Shenzu Scripture.
Even though he loved the novel, he only managed to read three volumes of it.
He wanted to read the novel when the completed volumes of the novel were published, but it would seem that he would not have the chance to do so.
He wondered if there was a connection between all these. But how could the plot of a novel reconcile with his current predicament? That would be too hard to believe.
Novels are, after all, works of fiction. His journey to the foreign realm was the reality.
"Could the third scripture be, the Deity Vanquishing Sword Scripture?"
Shen Lian spoke slowly.
"Indeed. The Deity Vanquishing Sword is strong, and it is beyond the likes of martial arts found in Jianghu. If anything, it is more similar to Celestial arts. However, from the Founding Master onwards, everyone who has practiced it died an unnatural death. This is why the apprentices are prohibited from practicing it. When the man in green passed it on to you, he probably did not want this swordcraft masterpiece to be lost. Though he probably was brewing something evil, and did not pass it on out of goodwill."
Ling Chongxiao snickered and thought, in this world, he was the one who knew the man in green best. However, after the incident with the man in green, Ling Chongxiao could not be bothered to restore his sect. Since the meeting with Shen Lian was a fated one, he might as well pass the Kung Fu on to him, just so that the martial arts of his sect would not be lost.
"Destiny does not scare me, traditions do not bind me," Shen Lian replied. Those who practiced Deity Vanquishing Sword died unnaturally due to the deficiency in their spirit. Their over-reliance on the skill, when faced with strong enemies, caused irreversible damages to their spirit. What good would recovery do when they kept dealing damage to their spirit, to the point where they got more and more extreme? In the end, they either destroy the world or destroy themselves.
The reason why the man in green was so extreme was probably due to his character, but the Deity Vanquishing Sword was likely to have something to do with it.
Cultivation must be for the sake of self-protection. He must not indulge in killing and winning. If he were to cultivate, he must first cultivate his heart. If he could not even control his heart and let his heart do whatever it wanted, that would not be the right way of immortality.
For three nights, Ling Chongxiao explained to Shen Lian everything about cultivation.
In the end, he left without bidding farewell to Shen Lian. A letter was all that he left behind, and he did not tell Shen Lian where he could find him.
It was the morning of the reopening of Shen Lian’s inn. There was no grand ceremony.
The name "Tongfu Inn" was changed to "An Inn".
On the right door pillar, it said: "Cultured guests frequent here".
The pillar on the left said, "Unrefined guests are always welcome."


What is a Daoist Master? One that is imageless in ten directions and vanishes in the six paths; unrestrained by the three realms and the five elements.                                                                                                                                           
After a day at the clinic, Dr. Li Feng met with an accident on his way home. When he regained consciousness, Li Feng found himself in the body of a weak teenage boy who was born out of wedlock, Shen Lian. Who was the father? The mother would not tell. A scripture he found among his mother’s remnants was the only thing he knew about his father.                                                                                                    
The mother came from a wealthy and well known family. When Shen Lian was recalled back to the Shen family, he was entitled for part of the grandfather’s inheritance and businesses. Despite the grand value, Shen Lian did not take a cent with him when he decided to leave the family. Why would he leave this comfortable life behind?                                      
His journey with this new identity brought him into this new world as he travelled between realms in search of knowledge to improve his Daoist skills. As he conquered trial after trial, would he become the chosen one? Will he succeed in becoming the Daoist Master? Only time will tell.

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