Some tips I highly advise you take before you start writing :)

For today's chapter, it is merely a special chapter that could or could not be related to the plot. However, it is still filled with content so yeah... Yesterday's chapter was an extra chapter due to me planning the next few chapters more in detail due to accidentally messing up my pacing, so I'm figuring out how to start the next chapter and when I should end it. I was planning to do it today, but for some reason, my brain died and I couldn't do anything. I have the plan in my mind... but my brain is like "Too complicated for me. Toodles." So today, I will do a special chapter instead. I'm sorry for the inconvenience. Okay, time for the story to start. Hope you enjoy.
===== A 'LUCKY' GUY THAT I SHALL NAME WRITER =====
Writer: Hmmm, so got this game... Now... how to play it. I got the VR headset thingy... but... how do I start playing...?
==== After a few minutes of Google ====
Writer: Okay... I wear the headset... (wears headset)
[Welcome to Oculus 15.0. Please choose the game.]
(Menu opens)
Writer: How to choose? Do I move my ar- woah! Okay... I shall pick... Omnipossibilia and let's go... (starts game) Wait... I need to go to the toilet...
==== After a minute in the toilet ====
Writer: Okay... let's start! (starts game again) Ooo, cool lights..."
[Welcome to Omnipossibilia. Please choose your appearance]
Writer: (chooses to use his original appearance) Who knows I might get a GF in this game. Don't want to shatter her imaginations.
[Select your first class]
Writer: I have to select my class? Well... okay... I don't know what to choose though... Swordsman is fun... but from what I've heard, you need to choose what suits you the most. I don't like close combat and prefer to keep my distance, so maybe a marksman... (picks marksman).
[Select your second class]
Writer: Hmmm... Maybe assassin... or should I choose mage...? Hmm... Can I choose both? No? Okay... Uhm... Assassin. (picks assassin)
[Select your stats]
Writer: Okay... since I am a marksman-assassin thing... maybe... I should put more points in speed and luck. Maybe perception and intelligence as well.
==== A few minutes later ====
Writer: Okay! I am done.
[Confirmed?]
Writer: Yes.
[Entering Gaia now}
Writer: Cool.
[Entered Novice Realm}
Writer: Awesome. Now to hunt some monsters.
==== One hour later ====
Writer: I ran out of arrows... Damn... At least, I got tons of loot. (looks at loot) I guess I should buy stuff.
(Goes into shop)
Shopkeeper: What would you like?
Writer: Arrows... Lots of arrows... and a new knife!
Shopkeeper: Okay, it costs 3,800 yeris. But since you are our 1000th customer, you shall get a 99% discount, reducing the price to 38 yeris
Writer: Considered it done!
[Payment completed]
Shopkeeper: Thank you for coming. Hope you return.
Writer: Man, I'm lucky. Looks like 'Luck' is useful after all. Well, time to set out for the bosses. Alone... I wonder if I can do it alone... I'll probably die a few times, hahaha!
==== Three-quarters of an hour later ====
Writer: Damnit...! I hate bows. Why can't they give me a sniper rifle!? It's way easier to use! (for a trackpad gamer like you) I could have gotten less damage if only a sniper rifle is given to me... Well, they say there's a Kingdom of Guns in this game so better start grinding and saving up.
==== Several Months Later ====
Writer: FINALLY! I MADE IT! I GRINDED A LOT JUST SO I COULD HAVE ENOUGH MONEY TO BUY SOME GUNS! NOW, GIVE ME THOSE GUNS!
==== Later ====
[Needed a gun license]
Writer: .... F*** you. Okay, I guess I should figure out how to get a license for an in-game gun. (he will later on search the wiki)
==== A day later ====
Writer: OKAY! TIME TO GET MYSELF SOME GUNS! LICENSE! HERE I COME!
==== Later, at the boss battle ====
Rosé/Boss: The test is...
Writer: Yes...?
Rosé/Boss: Beat me and my guards.
Writer: Huh?
Guards: (Lvl. 70)
Rosé/Boss: (Lvl. 90)
Writer: (Lvl. 70) F***ing damn this s***ty piece of f***ing b*******!!!
==== After seven multiple attempts ====
Writer: Finally... I made it...
Rosé/Boss: You... you are powerful, warrior. There was only one person that could have done it... and surprisingly, you have the same name.
Writer: What? Someone's name is LOLofLOL? Lol.
Rosé/Boss: BE MY HUBBY!
Writer: Hmmm... that reminds me... I have heard there was this Japanese player named BlueCrow who soloed this battle and the reward was...
[Congratulations! You gained: Affection from [Rosé]. If you accept her proposal for marriage, the game will announce it, and other players who somehow managed to solo this battle won't be able to gain this reward. If you don't want it... run.]
Writer: Okay... time to... RUN!
Rosé: Where are you going!?
Writer: TO SAVE MY FACE!
Rosé: Come back!
Writer: NOOOO!!!
==== A day later ====
[Congratulations to LOLofLOL for his marriage to [Rosé]]
Writer: There goes any chance of getting an IRL GF.
==== In School ====
Friend/Classmate: Good job at getting married!
Writer: F*** you, you f***ing bastard.
Friend/Classmate: Are you that much of a lonely virgin that you have to marry an in-game character?
Writer: I told you... I was forced against my will... My stamina was 0 at the last second... How did that guy BlueCrow escape? (tears up) I just want a sniper rifle...
=========================================
Unbeknownst to Writer...
Unknown man: Where am I...? (turns in bed) GAH! ROSÉ!? WHAT ARE YOU DOING NEXT TO ME IN BED!?
Rosé: What do you think? (sits up naked) Ah... that was a good night...
Unknown man: (sits up naked as well) Crap! I overslept...! My ship's gonna sail soon...! Gotta hurry!
Rosé: Don't you want to enjoy this moment for a while?
Unknown man: Maybe when I come back.
Rosé: And when... would that be?
Unknown Man: Probably in the next three years.
Rosé: I see. I guess you won't be able to see the baby then...
Unknown man: Baby? (stops wearing his clothes)
Rosé: Yeah... (smiled) What should we name the baby... hubby?
Unknown man: (in his head) I escaped her in-game only to wound up back with her in another world. Crap... (to Rosé) if we do have one... maybe... Lumiere Caliber Rosé.
Rosé: Interesting name... But... you do have poor naming sense, Lumiere. (chuckles)
Lumiere: Shut up...
Rosé: (laughs)
Lumiere: (confused before laughing alongside her)
Rosé: (stops laughing) But I wonder... why did you decide to give our baby that name?
Lumiere: (also stops laughing) Well... I looked into the future for a while and I see our baby boy as explosive as her mother so...
Rosé: Hahaha! I see... But why Lumiere?
Lumiere: Because he will be one of the keys to saving Gaia... or something... Well... I have to go-
Rosé: (kisses Lumiere on the cheek) How could you forget to give a kiss to your wife?
Lumiere: (smiles before putting on a straw hat and kissing Rosé on the lips for a few seconds) Not really... Was planning to give it to you once I finished getting ready. (smiles) Well, bye... wifey. Hehe.
Rosé: (blushes as she watched Lumiere rush out the door) That idiot... (Rosé stood up from her bed and watched her lover run towards the harbor with a smile on his face) Why didn't you tell me... (Rosé recalling looking into the future to see her training their child... alone...) ... that you will die...
=========================================

A lone party sits in a tavern, just barely going by as C-class adventurers. Never could they ever think that the Hero will invite them to join her in saving the world of Gaia. Now, they have to find the seven artifacts (not the infinity stones) to stop the Dark Ages from returning (not Thanos).

The Editor came to visit one day.

When the Writer joined a known publishing company, she expected that there will be an editor assigned to her. She knew that an editor will be pestering her for updates upon updates every time. But what the Writer didn't expect is that her editor would be the one the publishing company takes pride of when it comes to deadlines and results.

Strictness that can be compared to a gym instructor having a rather hard headed client. Professionalism that one can only see with lawyers in a middle of a heated court session. Lastly, beauty that can turn many heads and garner many stares from any sexes.

A woman, blonde that's usually tied up in a samurai bun with a pair of silver-rimmed glasses that slightly obscured her grey-hued eyes, the said editor was known to be stern and collected, but when it comes to the Writer?

In the living room of the Writer's apartment, the Writer was looking at an item that was placed on her mahogany coffee table. Inbetween two steaming cups of coffee, a white box with a known mobile device brand embossed on it. Confusion etched on the Writer's face but the Editor?

"So? Do you like it?" the Editor asked with an excited tone. She pushed the box towards the Writer who was staring at the said box like it's a C4 bomb planted on the bomb site of De_Dust II. "That's the latest model. Newest technology this year. It's—"
 
"Possible to explode," the Writer added in a deadpanned manner.

"—explode yes… wait… No! This is not the model that would explode." The Editor gave the writer the stink eye for dissing the gift she brought. She then opened the box and showed it to the Writer, grinning excitedly.  "This is the latest one and quite possibly, one of the expensive ones."
 
The Writer looked up to her Editor, stoic expression still intact. "I can see it is a smartphone, but the question is, why did you buy me one?"
 
The Editor took the cup of coffee prepared for her and leaned back on the sofa. "You said you lost your phone a few days ago and since then, I couldn't get a hold of you…" she trailed off and drank the contents of her cup. "So I decided to buy you a new one."
 
"I do have a phone—"
 
"Which would die out after 3 minutes of call. Which lacks the capability to install any email applications…" The Editor looked at the small chocolate-bar shared phone on the edge of the coffee table. "A phone that's the same age as that indestructible phone way back early 2000s." She pointed out with a raised brow. "You need a new phone, Ice Princess, and here it is."
 
'Ice Princess' is what the Editor called the writer due to how the writer can be a block of ice most of the times—meaning all the time.
 
'That was actually the point…' the Writer shrugged and took the box from the table and carefully opened it. She examined the contents and frowned at how it screams 'expensive' seeing the somewhat bitten-off fruit logo. "You do not jest. This is expensive."

"I'll take that as a 'thank you', and that you like it." The Editor placed her cup back on the table and went to sit on the armrest near the Writer. Leaning closer to the Writer, she assisted the writer with the new phone and it's features,"So, to start off, your phone already has a sim in it—I made sure the number is already saved on my phone…" she began to explain the basic function of the phone.
 
The Writer listened in to the instructions carefully. She didn't mind how the Editor was close to her or how the Editor was holding her hand—she was used to it. In a way, the Editor's soft and gentle touches, how the Editor's stern yet caring voice that carried a hint of accent brought calmness to her usually disarrayed thoughts. It weighed everything down. Everything about the Editor was like an anchor to her. That is, unless it was deadline week.

Deadline week was pure and utter chaos. Like a dragon released in a knights infested castle, razing havoc and making it rain of fire and brine.

"And here we have the Health application. Gods forbid, your health is something I won't leave to your own decisions." The Editor nudged the Writer's shoulder. "So, one function of this is to measure health-related things. Since we have the same phone, I mostly use the 'Stress' and 'Heart' measurement." The editor tapped the 'Stress' feature and instructed the writer to place a finger on the sensor behind the phone. "It's not 100% accurate but fun to use," she said with a wide smile, assisting the writer in holding the phone and testing the 'Stress' measurement feature.
 
The Writer was instructed to keep quiet and stay still while her stress level was being measured. She listened to how the editor rambled and didn't mind it one bit - she was used to it.
 
When the Stress level results flashed, it showed that the meter was still on the green level.
 
"Well, seems that you're not stressed. Heh, I'm betting it's because of my presence," said the Editor with a confident smirk.
 
The Writer rolled her eyes and pinched the editor's cheek softly. "Don't be so full of yourself. I'm always calm and stress-free."
 
The Editor laughed and bumped her shoulder to the Writer's. "I'm not. I'm just telling the truth. And please, you're a walking ball of stress if you're deadline's near" She set up the app again and tapped the 'Heart Rate' function. "Let's try this now." She guided the Writer's right index finger over the phone sensor and waited for the result.
 
After a few seconds, the result showed that the writer has a 72 bpm, within the scope of the average resting range which is 61 - 76 bpm.
 
"That's amusing. Let's try again!" the Editor announced with a wicked smile. She pressed the 'Heart Rate' function again and placed the finger of the Writer back to the sensor, holding her hand firmly as well. "But this time, I want to see if your bpm would change when I do this…" she leveled herself on the Writer's ear and blowing hot breath against it before gently bit the soft flesh.
 
The Writer tensed up when she felt the warm breath and soft bite on her ear. A familiar feeling that her body's fairly accustomed to yet still managed to get a rouse from her. Surprising but not enough to jolt her heartbeat that high.

"Again…" the Editor whispered, adding a soft moan in it before initiating the app once again.

As the app continued to run, the Writer wanted to curse the goddess for the timing and what she was seeing.

Stepping in the living area, the Artist came back from her late jog. Dressed only in a black and red sports bra, mid-thigh length running shorts, and running shoes, the Artist made her way into the living room desite the sweat tracing down her body. As she entered the said area, she saw the Writer who was looking back at her, and beamed a carefree smile.

 "Oh, heya! Do we have any cold water in the refrigerator today? Or Gatorade! Man, I would die for a blue Gatorade." The Artist grinned, wiping her sweat from her chin.

The writer shook her head slowly, eyes still on the Artist's body and forgotten that they even have a refrigerator to answer the question.
 
"I see. But do we ha—You…" The artist then noticed that the writer wasn't alone and eyed the Editor who was sitting very close to the Writer. "I'll check the refrigerator myself. If you need me, I'll be inside my room, Googling several ways on how not to strangle a bad food critic after looking for something cold to drink." She left the two and went straight to the kitchen area to grab a cold drink and went straight to her room.
 
The Editor ignored the comment about her—basically ignoring the Artist—and stopped with her intimate motions with the Writer. She looked at the result of the 'Heart Rate' and smiled triumphantly. "Ha! 101 bpm! I made your heart race!"

The Writer could agree.

Her heart did race.

But she's sure it was not because of her Editor.

DRAFT features the daily lives of an Artist and a Writer who live together in an apartment. With their clashing personalities, weird things and hilarity are bound to happen.

(Cover art courtesy of https://www.facebook.com/Color.LES.kuru/)

Lea was sure her ears were deceiving her. She would swear Sun had asked her to be Sun's mistress.
[Dwyl: You heard it correctly, Sun wants you to be her mistress. I wonder what she sees in you.]
Lea couldn't blush with her skin made of snow, but she suddenly felt like the room had gotten even hotter. Lea admitted Sun had a flawless body that was visually very pleasing and maybe she had been imagining how it would be to have s*x with Sun, but that was just a nightly fantasy. There was no way she would get together with Sun in this situation! The woman's touch was super unpleasant in reality. Lea could literally die from it! Not to mention the hostile way Sun treated her. No, being Sun's mistress would definitely be a nightmare.
"You're joking, right?"
Sun loved how Winter's facial reaction went to bewildered and then to shy. It was only her last expression that disgruntled her; horrification. Was the thought of being her mistress that repulsive? Sun's heart throbbed at that thought. It made her angry.
"No, I'm not." She hadn't said it seriously at first, but now the idea had taken root. How could someone not want her?
"Your touch burns me and almost makes me faint out of pain. Even if I would like to be the mistress of someone who has locked me up, even if I liked you, I wouldn't survive five minutes of being intimate with you."
'Oh,' Sun thought, 'that would indeed be reason not to want to be my mistress'. But still, Sun didn't like Winter's reaction. Being Sun's mistress could be considered an honor!
"Your death has already been decided, hasn't it? Dying quickly in my embrace is definitely a better way to go than slowly dying alone in this room. I promise I can give you pleasure despite the pain. It would be my present to you for caring about my wellbeing."
Lea was really tempted. The sooner she died, the sooner she could leave this dreadful world, but how could she just agree? They were talking about her first time here! Although she didn't really mind giving it to someone whom she didn't love, she was certain Sun's promise of pleasure was bogus! Even if Sun was skilled, the pain would override everything! Sun could claim differently, but Lea wasn't stupid. Even an accidental caress of Sun's finger made her want to scream in a totally non sexy way.
[Dwyl: Just take the deal. You'll die before she can even touch your intimate parts. Your first time isn't in danger.]
[Don't care. I'd rather die slowly in my sleep with a limited amount of pain, than fast with the feeling of being burned alive.]
"I'm afraid I must refuse. I'll go for the option of dying alone in this room."
"Don't you find me attractive?" Sun said with a frown, the displeasure obvious on her face.
"Very," Lea didn't feel like lying about this and she already went out of character once in this world, so it didn't matter anymore.
Sun hadn't expected such an answer, but that was good. The answer she expected wasn't the one she wanted to hear. So she was relieved and excited with the acknowledgement of being attractive. "Then why don't you want to be my mistress?"
"I'd like to enjoy this world a little longer, even if I'll never see anything besides this room again." Lea said this because Sun had already proven to not accept the real reason; not wanting to suffer pain.
"Fine," Sun said reluctantly. "Stay in this room. I won't bother you ever again."
After she spoke, Sun left the room. She wasn't happy with Lea's decision, but she wouldn't go against it anymore. Nobody would ever really love her. Sun was the most powerful of this realm, but she couldn't do anything about her own loneliness. It would just be best if everything just ceased to exist.
***
Lea spent the remaining time in this world lying in bed unable to move, while reading and watching movies. Her body lost power gradually and after about two months, no energy was left and Winter disappeared forever from the realm of Earths gods and goddesses.
The moment Lea left the world,  Writer removed themself also and deleted this world filled with stupid mistakes. They weren't happy that they had created a world with such a huge plot hole. It wasn't that bad, they could still fix it by sending systems to rewrite it. But Writer didn't like rewriting their worlds. That would mean having to socialize with the systems and trusting them to not mess up their worlds! Above all that, Writer would have to choose the right systems for the job and monitor them. It was way too much work, way too troublesome. Writer liked to keep the worlds they created just like they were. If there were flaws – something which usually didn't happen – they'd just erase it.
The only reason Writer asked Doing Whatever You Want system for help, was because the system had clung to them since childhood. Dwyl was a useless system that only did whatever it wanted, and refused to help rewrite the worlds Creators made. Because of this no Author allowed it permission in their worlds. Dwyl had clung itself to Writer, because they were also looked down upon by other Creators for not using systems. Writer usually just ignored Dwyl, but this time they had no other choice but to use a system. Only systems could bring human beings from one world to another. Since Writer had known Dwyl for most of their lives, and the system didn't need specific instructions for rewriting a world, it was only logical to team up with Dwyl. The only fear that Writer had was that Dwyl and Lea would mess up their worlds, but that was a sacrifice Writer was willing to make. It's not like they would go to all the worlds Writer had created.
Writer sighed. They hadn't enjoyed their time in this world. If an Author entered their own world, they would automatically integrate flawlessly. That meant they would become one with the character they were playing, and often it was hard to distinguish themselves. That was the downside of being an Author and the reason they couldn't just rewrite worlds on their own. Once a world was created, the Author couldn't change it themselves anymore, except for deleting it.
So when Writer was in the world, they had felt every single thing Sun had felt. It wasn't a nice experience. Writer just hoped that the next world Dwyl and Lea would go to was more pleasurable.
***
The moment Lea entered the Resting Space she was jumping from excitement. Finally she could move again! Spending months in bed without being able to even lift a finger was an absolutely terrible experience. So when that was finally over, she couldn't help but run, dance and hop all over the place. Lea was free!
Dwyl looked at its foolish host. It wasn't happy with the way Lea ignored it. Even though they had talked when Lea was in her first world, she hadn't seen Dwyl in months. Lea should at least give Dwyl a hug and tell it how much she missed its adorable presence!
[Dwyl: How long are you going to disregard me?]
Lea looked around the room and found the fluffy ball of black with white spots sulking in a corner.
"I'm sorry Dwyl. I'm just overjoyed to be able to move around. You understand, right?" Lea walked towards Dwyl and wanted to touch it, but Dwyl flew away. "Come on, don't be angry. I didn't mean to ignore you."
Dwyl huffed. [I'm not angry.]
"Good, there is no reason to." Lea smiled. "You're even cuter looking than I remember."
[Cute? Nobody wants to be called cute by you.] Even though Dwyl said that the white spots on its fur where glowing brighter.
"Okay, I won't call you cute anymore," Lea teased.
[… I didn't say you can't say it.]
The smile on Lea's face grew. She felt so happy right now! No more being confined inside a way to warm room by a crazy goddess and a system in front of her that looked so huggable. Life was perfect!
"Then I'll make sure to call you cute every day, so you can't forget!"
[No, every day is too much. Maybe once in a week. I have to stay humble. As you've seen in the past world vanity can have disastrous results.]
Lea looked at Dwyl dumbfounded. How was that being humble?!
[Anyway, do you want to go to the next world or stay here for a little while longer?]
Lea was fearful for what may happen in the next world, considering her first wasn't as amazing as she had hoped, but it was not like she could do much in the Resting Space. While lying in bed in Sun's palace, she had already watched tons of movies and read lots of BL-novels. She couldn't sit still any longer!
"I want to go to the next world."
[Alright! I have picked an interesting world.]
Lea had forgotten she couldn't pick the world this time, because of her deal with Dwyl regarding Sun's memories. She hoped Dwyl didn't choose a difficult world, but she highly doubted it. When she had gone OOC Dwyl had after all forced her to stay with Sun! How could she trust this sadistic system?
"Can you tell me something more about this world?"
[I've already told you the plot will be given only after arriving in the world.]
"Okay, but I can still choose the role I'll play, right? We didn't make a deal about that."
Dwyl's excitement dwindled. It had counted on Lea not being smart enough to figure that out. [Unfortunately, yes. You chose what kind of character you'll inhabit.]
"Then I want to be somebody not related to the plot at all! Having a plot, just makes life more difficult and I don't want stupid character settings to follow if that means you get to order me around whenever I break them."
[You do realize that just because you won't be related to the plot, that doesn't mean there won't be character settings?]
"Really? Does your Writer write notes on every person in every possible world even if they will never come in contact with persons appearing in the plot?"
[I can't possibly explain every detail of how the universe of Authors and systems works! That's a waste of my time.]
Lea glared at Dwyl. "Then waste your time. I want to know."
[There are a whole lot of different Authors. There are Authors who write plots that creates worlds, and then there are minor Authors, whose phantasy is a little bit limited and can't create worlds on their own. So they can only write the backgrounds of every living being in the created worlds. My amazing Writer is a top class Author! Not at all like those minor Authors.]
"I think I get it," Lea said going over everything in her head. "So, if I choose to inhabit a person not related to the main plot, I'll be put in a body created by a minor Author?"
[That's correct.]
"Great! I don't want anything to do with your Writer! By the way, that can't be their real name, can it? Isn't it confusing if there are so many Authors? Or is that the title for a topnotch Author? But if so, this Writer can't possibly be the only top Author."
[Writer is awesome! It is your loss if you don't enjoy their characters. And no, Writer isn't their real name, but I have always called them like that and I'm not going to change it. That would be weird.]
"Can I know their real name?"
[No. You're not worthy.]
"Fine. I'm not interested anyway. Who cares about an author who creates crazy people?"
[Prepare for transmigration. 3…]
Lea hadn't expected Dwyl to suddenly count down like that. They were still talking! "Wait! Give me some time to prepare myself mentally."
[2… 1… Transmigration complete.]

Lea is just a normal yaoi loving woman, when all of a sudden she finds herself with the Doing Whatever You Like system. Now she can go worldhopping to all kinds of worlds without even needing to fulfill a mission! Even though she finds it quite a shame the system didn’t choose a man as its host, she won’t let this amazing opportunity get wasted. 
She’ll make sure her fujoshi-eyes won’t go to waste! In the meantime she’ll find her own love interest. 

Sun goddess (female): You want me to leave my husband alone, so he can be with a man? Sure, if you become my mistress. 
Lea (female): I don’t mind, but aren’t you a little too hot? I’ll melt!
System (staying out of the world): They can’t touch. That’s good.

Undercover criminal (male): You’re punishing yourself all wrong! Let me teach you.
Lea (female): This would be way better if I were a man…
System (inserting itself in a male character): Stop touching each other!

Normal apocalypse survivor (male): Can live with you?
Lea (male!): I don’t know. My mindless zombies are already so hard to handle!
System (male): Don’t ignore me!

A fun quick transmigration story in which Lea will experience the pleasures of all kinds of relationships, from all kinds of perspectives.

Love interest: It doesn’t matter which gender I am. It doesn’t matter which gender you are. I don’t care what your sexual preferences are, as long as we’re together!  
Lea: Aw~ that’s so sweet! Can we have a polyamorous relationship with a third party? 
Love interest: No! Your body is free to do what it wants, but your heart belongs to me!
Lea: Alright, alright. Calm down, I was just joking.
System: Were you?
Lea: Figure it out yourself.

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Note from author: 

This work will contain sexual relationships (hopefully I can write them well). Lea will be transmigrating in both female and male bodies. The Love interest will also change gender depending on the world. Sometimes they'll be both female or male. Other times Lea will be female, while the love interest will be male. It can also happen that Lea is the male and the love interest is female. 

The love interest will have the same soul in each world, and they will probably always end up in a relationship. But I can't guarantee that their relationship will be monogamous. I don't want to limit my imagination! 

Hope you'll like the story!

Members have come forward to Kim Sung-soo, but Zian is remains in his place. Today, he apologized to Lee Yoon-suk, but got slap in the face and he felt a bit scared of the people here. 

   Apart from recording the program, he and Kim Sung-soo have no interaction at all, and they barely said anything to each other. But everyone went to send Kim Sung-soo, if he doesn't do anything, and he felt embarrass. 

 After thinking about it, Zian went to Writer Kim Tae-hee. 

"Writer Kim, is my performance today good?" Zian asks.

    After all, this is first time in a Korean variety show, how effective his performance, he still have to ask someone's evaluation. Among the staff present, Pd Kim Tae-ho made Zian feel a little scared, and he haven't met others in person, so Writer Kim Tae-hee is quite good. 

    What Zian doesn't know is that Writer Kim Tae-hee, as a busy writer is already been assigned to him. As for his performance, Writer Kim Tae-hee is also concerned. 

"Your over-all performance is okay, it was better than the average artist. You did well, for a rookie who knows nothing." Writer Kim Tae-hee said

Zian thought also about it and understand what Writer Kim's words.

"Writer Kim, you mean that I'm shameless?" Zian ask

Writer Kim Tae-hee just gave him a blank look.
 
"I understand, Writer Kim." Zian said while feeling relief.
 
Writer Kim Tae-hee smiles at him and she simply explains it to him.
 
"Don't think badly about it. In fact, you can have a shameless role. You think that everyone needs to be handsome. If you care too much about your face, how can you act and do well in the next recording?" Writer Kim Tae-hee said.
 
Zian thinks about it, it's really the case of role in the show.
 
However, it's his the first time in the program. It's impossible to have an advantage. In fact, there are more places to be improve
 
Writer Kim Tae-hee has already recorded it in her book.
 
"There are three main problems at the moment. The first point is that you don't observe the camera. Many actions can't be done in front of the camera, so you need to be careful." Writer Kim Tae-hee said.
 
At the beginning, he was nervous. However, after a while, he was free and comfortable. Coz of relaxation, he forgets the impact of his actions.
 
He has a long way to go from being a qualified artist. Writer Kim Tae-hee continues to speak.
 
"The second point is catching the right timing, and you're lacking some points. It's you're first time today, so everyone will try to play along with you. But as a member of the program, you must also learn to help others." Writer Kim Tae-hee said.

Zian understands and takes note of it. Everyone in the program needs to work together in order to do better in the program. In same way, everyone needs to shine to express themselves. When he has something to do, others will not be afraid to hold back.
 
When others have arrived at this moment, he needs to take the initiative to stand up as a stepping stone for others.
  
"The third point is the place where you need to correct as soon as possible. That is your accent and delivery is too serious. So after this, try to practice your accent and delivery as much as you can in your leisure time." Writer Kim Tae-hee said.
 
The Seoul accent is the national standard. Zian really didn't know that there was such a rule in the Korean entertainment industry, so he was shock and regards it as his top priority.
 
Writer Kim Tae-hee wasn't yet over and added more.
 
"Okay, you must remember it. Today's recording is over and go back to rest early. Next Thursday at 10 o'clock, come to MBC on time. If you have time on Wednesday, you come here and look for Pd. See what you broadcast and Pd will be editing."
 
Zian curiously ask: "Can I still ask for the Pd while editing?"
 
Writer Kim Tae-hee looks at him.
 
"You can, really don't understand anything. The broadcast is part of your appearance right. If there is any influence and you can of course ask for editing." Writer Kim Tae-hee said.
 
Zian licks his teeth and said with hesitation: "I feel that the whole day of recording will affect my image. Can I edit it?"
 

"Yah! It will not affect your image; it's your ignorance that causes it all. I warn you that the editing rights must be used with caution. Since you are an artist, you must sacrifice your own self." Writer Kim Tae-hee said.
 
Being scared by her, Zian shoulders were shrunk.
 
"Forget it noona and you have to rest early too." Zian said.
 
After bidding farewell to Writer Kim Tae-hee, Zian ran to leave with Pd Kim Tae-ho and Ji Yeong-jae.
 
Although they're quite scary, etiquette should be done. When he finished, he return to the waiting room and it was empty. Looking at the room, everyone should have gone.
 
Zian also didn't want to be alone, he handed the microphone to the staff and went outside to find his manager who was waiting.
 
"I saw everyone gone home. What been you're doing there?" Dae- hoon ask.
 
Zian give the backpack to Dae- hoon, he smiles and said: "I went to the Pd and writers to ask, to understand about my performance, so I got late this time."
 
"Okay, today you have worked hard, let's go back to rest." Dae- hoon said.
 
The two people walks out of the building, while talking about the Pd and writers, and Lee Dae-hoon suddenly became full of joy.
 
"Yah! I'm telling you. When you record, I stood quietly behind, and both the Pd and the writers were satisfied in your performance." Dae- hoon said.
 
Zian was surprise and ask quickly: "Really, what they said?"
 
"Cough… I did see it, Pd and the writer said that you did well and gave you thumbs up." Dae- hoon said.
 
Seeing the exaggerated expression of Dae-hoon, Zian finally laughs. All were heard by Lee Dae-gyu behind the scenes, although a bit embarrassing and it's good break for them
 
Since Pd feels that he's doing well, there's hope for survival.
 
"Okay, brother, thank you for your information. Today I can sleep well. Let's go!" Zian said.
 
Just when the two were about to get on the van, a managerial van has stop next to them. The door didn't open, but the personal head was found in the window.
 
"Yah! Maknae." Park Myeong-su said.
 
Zian saw Park Myeong-su and rushes over to him. When he arrives, he bows ninety degree down.
 
"Myeong-su hyeong, you haven't returned yet?" Zian ask
 
"I just changed my clothes in the car. Don't care about what happened today. There will be a lot of troubles in the future. So take care always care and perform well." Park Myeong-su said.
 
Zian knows what he's saying, and quickly reply: "Lee Yoon-seok sunbae-nim is giving education of the younger generation. Although I've a little bit of resentment at the time, but looking back, I already understood his action. "
 
What he said was half-truth, and Park Myeong-su knew that he wasn't really honest.
 
Whether sunbae-nim is teaching the younger generation or bullying new people, while everyone can feel bad about it.
 
However, Zian say that for him, he understands how to deal these things, which makes Park Myeong-su grateful.
 
Park Myeong-su seems to think of something, he search something in his body, and took out a few bills.
 
"Hey, take it. I heard that you're having difficult now and save some." Park Myeong-su said.
 
Zian was shocked.
 
"Aigoo, Myeong-su hyeong, how can take this all?" Zian said.
 
"Yah! Brat, no one told you? If a Sunbae-nim gave some pocket money; you have to use it well. How do you manage this manager? Maknae knows nothing, don't you understand?" Park Myeong-su said.
 
Lee Dae-hoon is embarrassed.
 
"Sunbae-nim has said that and this is my negligence." Dae-hoon said.
 
Then Park Myeong-su taps Zian, "What are you dazing? Get it quickly." Park Myeong-su said.
 
Dae-hoon also said this, Zian didn't dare to neglect, and he receives the money with respect.
 
"Thank you hyeong, I will use it well."  Zian said.
 
After Zian took the money, Park Myeong-su wasn't done like that.
 
"Yah! You have to remember who's on the line. Do you understand?" Park Myeong-su said.
 
Zian understands that where's pocket money for; it's to buy his loyalty.
 

In good mood, Zian makes a joke.
 
"Hyeong, if you want to buy me, this money doesn't seem to be enough." Zian said.
 
"Yah! I've not been greedy when I'm not mixed up before. Do I have to teach you to understand the situation?" Park Myeong-su said.
 
Park Myeong-su raises his hand; Zian lowers his head so that he can easily get away.
 
Park Myeong-su is certainly not really playing.
 
 "Hey, worry-free boy. Don't be late next Thursday; if you'll be dead later than your brothers." Park Myeong-su said.

 
After that, Park Myeong-su let the manager drive home.
 
"Hyeong go home slowly and safely." Zian said
 
Zian and Lee Dae-hoon sent away Park Myeong-su and return to their own car.
 
When driving in Lee Dae-hoon, Seok Jin-soo took a look at his wallet.
 
Park Myeong-su looks like a bad guy, but he didn't expect to be very generous, giving him 300,000 won pocket money.
 
"Yah! Brother, we've so much money, let's have a drink tonight." Zian said.
 
Since being here in Seoul, all he has eaten was ramen noodles.
 
Now that he has the money in hand, the first day of recording the program is smooth, and Zian feels like celebrating it anyway.
 
Lee Dae-hoon is also in a good mood. 

"That… beef mixed soup?" Dae-hoon said
 
Zian certainly has no opinion.
 
"Go, beef soup!!!" Zian said.
 
The first day as an artist has passed, and there have been good, bad and accidents have been encountered.
 
But now Zian isn't think about it and Park Myeong-su hyung is right.
 
There will definitely be more troublesome things in the future. If you pay too much attention about it, you might find yourself not happy in your work.
 
Life is too short, it's better to be happy. After a hard day's work, it's better to have a cold drink.

JB is a graduating college student w/ a dream to help his mother and make her proud through her own effort that her son was able to graduate . But one night change his life and reborn as Zian with a system..

Writer Flower57: Please meet me at Cafe Rose at 6 PM.
What? Will they meet at 6 PM? How are they going to come back to Seoul on time? And before 11 PM?!
Suji's jaw dropped when she saw her phone. Seungwoo asked her about it, and she told him about it. Instead of losing his patience, he said that it happens and enjoy the rabokki they made. She found it understandable, so she did what she was told.
Suji wanted to visit the Apsan Observatory and even ride a cable car. But that meant she had to hike a long course, and it was even too cold; her outfit is not for hiking and more. They were not prepared to do so. She had to bid goodbye to the beautiful viewpoint overlooking the entire downtown Daegu area.
In the end, they have to go along with it and ride a train before midnight comes. Or else, they might have to wait until five-thirty in the morning for the next train to travel.
When they went to the address that the writer texted, they could find it just on time. At 6 PM, they were already there, waiting for the writer. But they met no writer there.
Both Seungwoo and Suji ordered a cup of hot lemon tea for starters. Even though they were there for work, they spent the whole day starting from 8 AM until the current time. It was as if the two of them were on a date, a trip to Daegu.
Suji's feelings for Seungwoo grew; she could not help the attraction she felt ever since they met for the first time. He always had a great personality, very considerate and gentlemanly though quite a pervert and playful at the same time. Seungwoo has an excellent knack for making people comfortable with him, and that is how Suji's heart was smitten away.
They had to wait for two more hours until someone introduced herself as the author of the book they were working. When Suji had to look at her wristwatch, it was already nine-thirty in the evening.
Her patience was almost tested in every way. The only thing she was happy about was when she had a rabokki snack; if she did not, she would be crazy hungry waiting for the writer to arrive. She thinks this author had the guts to make them wait for so long. She received a text from flower59 that she was already inside the cafe premises, and when both Seungwoo and Suji looked around, they saw a woman in her twenties, wearing a long beige coat, a hat, and a sunglass.
Suji even had to squint her eyes for her to see her face, but she failed. Seungwoo, sitting next to her, took a sip on his tea, stood up, and gestured the woman to sit down. Suji followed Seungwoo's courtesy on standing up bowed her head a little.  
Whispering in her ear, Seungwoo whispered proudly, "I told you the author was a girl."
Suji whispered back, "You still owe me a meal later."
The woman spoke in a soft voice and said, "I apologize for the inconvenience. I had to disguise myself because loan sharks chase our family. My mom is being hospitalized at a nearby hospital. And I am the only one who can take care by her side due to the nature of my work."
Suji felt like she was not considerate enough to her or even to the people in the world. Hearing the woman speak about struggles made her empathize. How hard it must have been for her to live like that in her twenties.
"I know that the two of you might be extremely angry with me; I apologize for the inconvenience I have caused." The woman continued.  
She realized that it is more important to be more compassionate to other people, and honestly, she did not have to whine since this is still considered overtime working hours on their part. Sure, it might be stressful for her. But as long as she is compensated enough and nothing happened to them, there is no reason for her to get angry.
Suji glanced over to the woman's hands on the table, and she could see that they were trembling. She decided to hold the woman's hands and smiled, "To be honest, my patience was already used up. But how can we actually get angry when we had fun walking and traveling around Daegu?" She laughed, her eyes expressed sincerity, "And knowing your situation, why would we be angry with you?"
Seungwoo smiled in relief as he stared at Suji handling the situation professionally. It was as if he was proud of what she did.
"Thank you so much," The author told both of them, Suji and Seungwoo could not see her facial expression much, but they can guess that she was touched by what Suji said. "Mister Kim and Miss Li,"
"Now, now," Seungwoo clapped his hands, and the girls looked at him. "It's getting late. Before we get down to business, how would you like to address you, writer-nim?"
"My name is Park Saeron," The woman took off her sunglasses, and Suji found them beautiful, though she had a small scar on her forehead, she could tell that the woman was pretty in her way.
"Okay, Writer Park," Seungwoo addressed the Miss Park Saeron formally and started the briefing, showing his laptop to the writer.
Both Seungwoo and Suji did a great job presenting the book's temporary final revision, and the writer even liked the first design Seungwoo did and pushed for it to happen. Suji couldn't be so proud about it and that both she and Writer Park had the same taste.  
Thirty minutes passed by, and everything was finally over. They packed their things up, including Seungwoo's laptop, and put it on his backpack.
"Have you eaten already, writer-nim?" Seungwoo stood up and asked as he looked at the woman in front of him.  "If not yet, would you like to have dinner with us?"
Suji followed up with a smile and stood up, "Let's have dinner together, Miss Park. Mister Kim will treat us."
"No, I already ate." Writer Park denied profusely, but the three of them could hear her stomach growling. She had no choice but looked at the ground and said, "Is it okay for me to join you two?"
"Of course!" Suji replied. "Let's go to the nearest braised short ribs restaurant here! Since you are native, please guide us."
"Yes,"
And with that one last line, they went to et at a great looking restaurant with an affordable price. They even decided to share a drink of rice wine that has six percent alcohol. The taste was so refreshing for the three of them after a long day.
They finished their meal and went outside the restaurant, realizing that it was already deep in the night. It was already eleven in the evening, and when Suji and Seungwoo were about to bid goodbye, a group of four men approached them.
Seungwoo was getting more alert because he remembered how Writer Park told them about being chased by loan sharks. The group of men looked like hooligans wearing leather jackets with cigarettes in their mouths. They looked scary enough to make Suji took a step backward.  
"Oy," The man who had a van dyke type of beard and seemed like the leader of the group spoke, "May I speak to that woman behind you, Mister?"
Writer Park felt very embarrassed and did not know what to do. She was a great daughter to her sick mom and dad and even had to quit college when her older sister died from a car crash. She was strong enough to make ends meet and help his father.
Why did they have to go to a loan shark for money? Why did they have to show up when she is with them? They had to collect interest every day, but the interest kept piling up that it already reached double the original amount of 500 000 won.
"I don't think this lady wants to talk with you, Mister," Seungwoo calmly said as he approached the leader of the group and put his arms on his shoulder. "Why don't I talk with you instead?" He whispered, "I can pay the interest that you want for today."
Seungwoo guided the group to walk along with him to another part of the road, even giving waving his hand to tell the remaining two women not to worry about him. Writer Park and Suji exchanged glances as their hearts raced in worry.  
But Suji decided to believe in Seungwoo to handle the situation with his unique skills. She just hoped that they wouldn't end up with a bloody fight.
Writer Park was about to call the police when Suji stopped her from doing so; she looked at her in the eye, "Believe in him, Writer Park. I know that he can do it by himself and all we have to do is wait."


"Is my fate already written according to the stars or do I create my own destiny?"

Li Suji only has one hundred days before she turns twenty-five, and that also means she only has one hundred days left to find her reincarnated prince. She has no clue about the said man aside from the fact that she'll find him working at the Seo Publishing Company, and that the reincarnated prince will also have the same birthmark as she has, the mermaid's tail binds them together as the fated couple. She managed to enter the company as a trainee editor on probation as she heard through connections. Chaos arrives when she got tied with two CEO's at the same time. Will she be able to break her curse and make the reincarnated prince fall in love with her in this current life?


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A scene suddenly came right through my eyes, as if it was directly right in front of me. This time, I was aware that I was not experiencing it firsthand though it still happened from my point of view. I was there, tending someone, probably a man. I was unbuttoning two buttons in his shirt because he was sweating too much. I was holding a wet towel in my hand and started to wipe his neck using it.

"It tickles, why are you wiping my body so lightly?" The man asked, it seemed like a very familiar voice but I couldn't pinpoint who. I wasn't looking at the man since I was so preoccupied with looking at his perfectly sculpted body. "You shouldn't be doing that, no-no, you should do it the hard way."

"H-huh??" The hard way?

"Yes, should I do it instead?" He sat up, unbuttoned his shirt, took my hand, and guided me to wipe his neck down to his chest, abdomen, navel until his pelvis, "You should do it like this, okay?"

As I was trying to hide the embarrassment of touching his body---I was touching the man's body with a towel, something caught my attention. Lower than his navel but the upper right side of his pelvis, I saw a mermaid's tail's fin. I scooted over, held the garter of his pants, and pulled it downwards.

Voila. It was the mermaid's tail. Perfectly the same as mine. He's the one that I am looking for. I don't doubt it. I am one hundred percent sure! He's the reincarnated prince that I am looking for, for so long.

The man grabbed my hand and made me look at his face. Sadly, I couldn't see who he was clearly. "What are you doing to a sick man's house, not to mention pulling his pants? Do you want to get yourself in trouble?"


Yes, that's right.


I'm already in trouble.


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This story focuses on the reality of the workplace setting (office romance), slice-of-life, rom-com with tiny bits of fantasy elements. The setting is in modern-day Korea, I am not a Korean native so there might be some things that are not 100% accurate nor does it reflect the society and the country alone.

The story focuses on character development and how the main characters grow in terms of love and life, has cliche and is a slow burn romance.

If you're not reading this in Webnovel or Ficool, chances are, the book is plagiarized. Please support the author by reading this book in the Webnovel platform.

A chill blew in the reading room.

Her lips crooked, Writer Jang said,

"If you're like this in front of me, I bet you grab new writers by their hair and swing them around?"

"Writer Jang, that's not it."

"If you get bigger from this, I guess you'll bring the script after marking it with a red pen the next time we work together."

"That's not it. I just…"

"Don't think about having your way with writers and the script and move me with your scenes. If you do, then I'll increase your screen time even if you don't want it. Do you understand?"

"… Yes."

Seo Eunkyo made an awkward smile as she looked around. Those who looked at us with expectant gazes were now giving her the same look.

"What about you, Mr. Taekyung?"

Writer Jang suddenly asked. Having observed Seo Eunkyo get beat down first, Yoon Taekyung quickly made a polite smile.

"Me?"

"I heard you wanted to talk about the script. Tell me your requests."

"I think there was some miscommunication. There aren't any requests, rather I wanted to tell you that the script was really great. I will act according to the script without a word."

"There's no need to be like that or I'll be known as a tyrant in this industry."

"That's…"

"It's a joke."

Smiling by only curling the edges of her lips upwards, Writer Jang turned her gaze.

Wherever her gaze landed, managers and cast members floundered to greet her. Since the two highest stars here had lowered their tails when faced with power, those beneath them shrunk back on their own.

"We need to stay alert."

Chief Sung said after coming next to me.

"Since tensions between actors and writers become so taut during shoots, it seems Writer Jang is planning on taking control from the beginning."

"Don't worry about me. Women in their thirties and forties like me."

Im Joowon made a boyish smile. His smile brought out women's maternal instincts. He had a scowl on his face just before due to being conscious of Yoon Taekyung, but he seemed to be in a good mood after seeing how Writer Jang treated him.

"Of course, I'm not worried about Mr. Joowon."

Chief Sung said with a flattering tongue as he looked in Lee Songha and my direction.

"Ms. Songha, you should be careful. I don't think you're skilled in the art of getting along with people."

"I can do it. Don't worry, oppa."

I was extremely worried.

Rather than being skilled at it, Lee Songha was hopeless in this art.

She was fine during Cat Guardian Ghost. The relationship between the staff and the cast was extremely good, and everyone sympathized with her since she was receiving millions of hate comments thanks to her acting controversy.

I didn't have many thoughts then, but I abruptly realized that that was a heavenly place rarely seen in the drama industry.

This place was situated in reality. A place with strict power dynamics and psychological warfare.

"She's coming. Smile."

Chief Sung whispered. It seemed it was our turn as Writer Jang was walking towards us. People moved back to open up a path. It was like the miracle of Moses.

Chief Sung licked his lips and poked my side.

"If the mood is very bad, what if we try getting friendly with Director Woo. It looked like the director had a very favorable impression of you."

"If the mood is bad, then I guess we have to."

I said while glancing at Director Woo who other actors were greeting.

I would be relieved if Writer Jang was at least half as friendly as Director Woo.

Didn't she smile slightly when she saw me before?

"Just trust me, Chief Jung. I'll make her warm up to us."

Im Joowon confidently whispered to me before taking a step forward.

"Writer Jang! Thank you for casting me in such a great project. From now on-"

"I wasn't the one who cast you, Mr. Joowon. That was the director's suggestion."

Im Joowon, who had told me to trust him, instantly crumbled.

"Of course, I agreed because I thought the same."

She added as she looked at Lee Songha.

Lee Songha made a 90-degree bow.

"Hello, Writer Jang."

"It's been a long time. But since the press causes such a fuss about you, it feels like I'm seeing you again after meeting you yesterday."

This woman seemed determined to drive a thorn in every greeting.

Did I really have to try and cling to Director Woo?

The other cast members who had suffered were looking in our direction, especially Seo Eunkyo, whose eyes shined. She looked expectant, hoping that Writer Jang would embarrass Lee Songha like she did her.

However, it seemed Writer Jang wasn't interested in Lee Songha.

She immediately walked elsewhere.

Towards me. She approached closer.

Just as I considered stepping back, she grabbed me with outstretched arms.

"Writer Jang?"

"Wait. Just once."

"Pardon me?"

"I wanted to wait until everyone left after the reading session, but I felt urgent."

"What…"

…Kind of nonsense is that?

Wait for what? She felt urgent?

Everyone was looking at me from behind Writer Jang's shoulders. Everyone. Even Lee Songha stood frozen as she looked at me. Her eyes were so wide open that it felt like her eyes could pop out at any moment.

Im Joowon silently asked while opening and closing his mouth.

What was happening?

I was very curious about this myself.

"I pushed Park Dojin as the male lead."

Writer Jang whispered.

"I almost crapped all over my script."

"Ah, okay."

"Uneasy, I looked at my fortune, and apparently, I'm currently caught in three years of misfortune. That's why I wanted to receive some luck from you. It could drive away bad luck."

It was not enough that the Neptune girls treated me like a talisman, now I could drive away bad luck?

Just as I thought this, hairy arms stretched out behind me.

"I'm also caught in three years of misfortune."

Damn it. Director Woo whispered as he hugged me from behind.

"Director Woo, you already did it once, why are you doing it again?"

"There are a lot of eyes watching. As a man, I'm fine, but isn't it a bit weird if a man and woman are hugging each other like this?"

"What do you mean 'man and woman'? He's my nephew's age. Go away. I'll receive your bad luck."

"I'm the one directing so let's drive away bad luck together."

Yeah, okay. This was all fine and well.

But could they not whisper next to my ear? I felt like I would die from chills.

"Writer Jang, Director Woo, could you let go of me first…"

I raised my arms to get out of being the patty wedged between two hamburger buns.

Then I stopped after meeting Chief Sung's gaze.

He was smiling with narrowed eyes. His smile contained his hopes that the Royal Family shoots might become very comfortable.

Beside me, Lee Kwanwoo was staring at me with his mouth agape. It was my first time receiving such a gaze full of respect since becoming his superior.

Also, there were people muttering to each other with expressions that read, 'What kind of relationship do they have to hug each other like that?' 'It looks like he's not only close with the director but with the writer as well,' and 'Should I have introduced myself and gotten friendly with him earlier?'

Seo Eunkyo had a furious expression.

Seeing this, I brought my arms back down. Well, what was wrong with driving away bad luck or being a hamburger patty if it was beneficial to me.

Without hesitation, I gave up my body for the future.

***

"This is Ms. Lee Songha who is playing the role of the top star Lee Sohee."

"Hello, please take care of me."

Lee Songha got up from her chair and greeted them when the director introduced her. People clapped with smiles on their faces. While they looked amiable at a glance, whispers here and there were quite far from being amiable.

"Even Seo Eunkyo is clapping. Even though she tried to bring Lee Songha down a notch before."

"What can she do when the director and writer are looking at her?"

"I heard Seo Eunkyo holds onto grudges. I bet she'll pick on Lee Songha when the director and writer are gone."

"But it looked like Jung Sunwoo was really close with the director and writer? Wouldn't that concern her enough to not act out?"

"They probably won't intervene unless it impacts the shoot. This is something settled between actors."

The actors whispered to each other. This was the same for the managers at the back.

"What kind of relationship does Jung Sunwoo have with the director and writer? Did he know them before?"

"His connections are gold. How great, damn it."

"The director and writer won't pay special attention to W&U actors because of their friendship, right? Like giving them all the good lines, shooting another take, or even providing them with another reflector?"

"Would Yoon Taekyung and Seo Eunkyo's companies stay quiet if their actors are discriminated against?"

The managers looked in one direction.

It looked like Yoon Taekyung and Seo Eunkyo's managers were having the same concerns as they were discussing with each other while glancing at people from W&U.

The whispers continued even after the reading session began. The actors clapped when Yoon Taekyung and Im Joowon said their lines and admired with wide eyes when it was Seo Eunkyo's turn.

"Wow, amazing. She has the ability to boast. She really seems like a lady from a rich family."

"She's just acting like she is in real life. Apparently, her family is very well off."

"But I bet Lee Songha is probably lacking in terms of acting compared to her?"

Someone began to compare the two. The number of whispers increased.

"Why? I saw her previous drama, and she seemed good."

"She's only done one project. It could be that she was lucky. It might be the best acting or project of her life. It's not like it's uncommon to see actors fail after being successful in one project."

"On top of that, it looks like it'll be difficult to adjust to her role this time."

Lee Songha's role was a Korean star at the peak of her popularity. She was a top star famous in her industry for doing whatever she wanted, and her initials were brought up in editorial tabloids because she caused frequent incidents.

It would be difficult to express such a character in a charming or appealing way.

As soon as it became Lee Songha's turn, their gazes openly landed on her.

There were some who were purely interested in her acting abilities, but there were many who were jealous about how she became famous through one drama and now took a lead role. They seemed to hope that Lee Songha would mess up her lines with terrible acting.

Amidst their attention, Lee Songha finally began to read her line.

Everyone became silent.

People who were curious, expectant people, and even Seo Eunkyo.

"Ms. Eunkyo, she might not be good with romance. That's difficult without experience."

An actress sitting next to Seo Eunkyo humored.

A few added,

"That's right. As a young girl, she's probably only had childish relationships. This is an argent one-sided love. She needs to play a top star who used to do whatever she wanted before crumbling in front of love, would she even know those emotions? No matter how much she analyzed her role, wouldn't she be licking the surface?"

"That's right. On top of that, would she have even experienced a one-sided love with a face like that?"

***

A ritual was held in the basement studio immediately after the reading session.

A pig head was placed on the ritual table. Actors and staff members took their turn to bow in front of the smiling pig head, praying to the gods of TV ratings and success.

I was watching Lee Songha slide a money envelope in the pig's mouth when Writer Jang approached me.

"I definitely plan on repaying you, Mr. Jung Sunwoo. But this is separate from Lee Songha's issue. You remember what I said to Ms. Seo Eunkyo, correct? That their scenes will increase depending on how well actors suit their roles."

"Yes, I do."

"I'm serious about that since that's how the project will succeed. What I'm saying is, if Ms. Seo Eunkyo is better than Ms. Lee Songha, then I will give her more screen time without a doubt."

"… Do you perhaps not like Songha's acting?"

The reading session was a success though.

Yoon Taekyung, Seo Eunkyo, and Im Joowon. Amidst these talented lead actors, Lee Songha shined the brightest in my eyes. Other people looked like there was nothing bad to say about her acting, and Director Woo liked her acting as well.

Writer Jang looked like she liked it too.

"No, her acting was good. It seemed she worked hard to analyze the script as well."

"Yes, she kept working on it ever since she received the script."

"She completely adjusted to the script. However."

Writer Jang trailed on before adding as though it was a shame,

"I hope that actors would show me something beyond the script."

"Beyond the script? Like an ad lib?"

"It doesn't necessarily have to be that, just that they fly off the page."

Writer Jang rubbed her pearl necklace as she continued,

"The character called Lee Sohee. I originally thought about Ms. Son Chaeyoung for that role. Everyone objected because she had such an innocent image, but in my eyes, I felt like she would suit the role very well. Pull it off really realistically."

She saw correctly.

If Son Chaeyoung did it, she might have acted with everything she had.

I turned my gaze to look at Lee Songha. She got a plate of food and was heading towards me before getting stopped by Director Woo. She was slightly frowning after drinking some of the sacrificial alcohol.

Seeing this, I mulled over Writer Jang's words.

Maybe it was because she was being compared to Seo Eunkyo and Son Chaeyoung, but my insides felt hot.

I thought about it over and over again.

How could Lee Songha's acting fly off the page?

*

"Your outfits, accessories, and carry-on bags are all sponsored so pay special attention to the cameras!"

"Especially Lee Songha. Don't forget to show your bracelet when you brush your hair back!"

"Let's spray you with face mist one more time so it doesn't look like you have makeup on."

Even though it was morning, the airport was full of reporters and fans who had come out to take pictures.

The Neptune girls were listening to their stylists while holding their own carry-on bags. Why was it so complicated when only a few pictures would be taken? Especially Lee Songha, almost everyone she wore was sponsored.

"Oppa, oppa, this feels like we're going on an MT{1}!"

Im Seoyoung chattered on excitedly as looked around.
Due to overlap with our schedule in China, there were a lot of people. All the members gathered for their first fan meeting in China, and we were accompanied by Im Joowon because Royal Family's poster shoot and first drama shoot would be held in China.
Seo Jijoon was expected to arrive soon to promote Cat Guardian Ghost.

Maybe that was why it felt like an MT like Im Seoyoung said.

"Why isn't Seo Jijoon here yet? Isn't he taking the same plane as us?"

"I'll call him!"

Someone brought out their phone when the fans, who were already loud, waving their hands at us, suddenly began screaming. Seo Jijoon's popularity was incredible. Admiring this, I turned my gaze.

"Huh? What's this?"

Chief Sung's eyes widened. The other staff members were murmuring in surprise. The Neptune girls were causing even more of a fuss, especially Im Seoyoung, who excitedly said how it felt like we were going on an MT. Her face instantly soured.

I also rubbed my eyes in case I was seeing things.

The person walking towards us while wheeling her carry-on wasn't Seo Jijoon.

It was Son Chaeyoung.
 
{1} Membership Training (MT) – a socializing event held among Korean university students.

Jung Sunwoo was an average man. He had just taken his first job at W&U, a celebrity management company, as a manager. He could finally achieve his dream of being the manager of a world-famous actor or actress. On his way to work, he fell into what appeared to be a lucid dream about his future. As he went on with his day, he realized it may not have simply been a lucid dream.
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writer pov

"Ok, I just go to says this (breathe out) I have nothing to writer for the next page of Twilight spirit of the Forest, ok" writer explain.

"Wait, isn't nico kidnapped and sol still in that building that fall on them"  nori said worry.

"Hey, you better think of something because I still under this rock" sol said in anger.

"Guys stop, this is writer first book that she keep going. Well on this app there was the dragon archer and flip of coin. Even so much more" zane said trying to help.

"Well zane is right give me a break" write agreed and whine.

"She have been work on are style, hair and backstory but" sol pause.

"When says 'but' it always go to bad can we not for write" nori said with puppy eyes.

"fine"

"ok"

"sure"

"I will write soon but not now. The next page be on December 4 on Friday. So I don't keep the readers wait for ever" writer explain.

"Now we 170 words there get to be more we want to talk about" zane said.

"Wow zane you normally not do this" leon said surprise.

"I just want writer to read my witty remark in the book" zane said mad.

"There are zane back" sol joked.

"I get a idea. How about we talk about the chat box" Nori said.

"Hey, how will we no we boing a good job" sol yelled.

Every one rise a eyebrow to sol when the writer rocking back and  forth in corner full with darkness.

"Uh - I mean is how will writer know she boing a good job" sol said again different.

"So reader you better writer something about this book before you have no fingers to write with" Leon threatened.

"This is why we get none" zane said ready to fight leon.

"Guys no fighting we try to make writer feel better ok" nori said calm down the others.

"Ok"

"Whatever"

"Reader we get to go make writer feel better if you guy want more of this. Write in chat for anything that writer feel comfortable with doing so bye" sol said.

five shooting stars fall from the sky. Make star in the earth, inside the star are spirit animal that that get lash on the world. But five teenagers that have the power of falling stars from different country come together to fight the world most dangerous villain Klaus.

"Writer...?" 
The cathedral was so silent that one could even hear a pin dropping onto the floor. 
Ron Samuel, James Branzuela, Ashlynn and Bruce, as well as the other high-ranking officials of the cathedral couldn't believe what they had heard.
It was only until a few seconds later did gasps and whispers erupted around the area.
Calvin hung his head low in shame and whispered, "I guess, what I got isn't that good?" His eyes didn't even dare to look at the hem of Santiago's holy robes. But in reality, he put his head so low because he wanted to conceal the excitement within his eyes.
He got the Writer Class!
He was really meant for this class!
Calvin was so excited that he wanted to exclaim. This excitement was further exacerbated when he saw the notification that he had successfully received the Emperor's Comma— no, the Ascension System.
[Skill Available in Slot: 0/???] 
There were no fancy notifications whatsoever, but the fact that this transparent window appeared in front of him at this moment meant that he now had the experimental Ascension System that served to be the Goddess of Compassion and Light's Emperor Commandment. 
Calvin wanted to exclaim, but he knew that he had to act dumbfounded and disappointed.
After all, he had no idea what was happening, so he had to do his part and pretend to be ignorant.
"Writer... A Diary-Scribe..." 
Santiago stared deeply at Calvin before he let out a sigh and announced, "The 7th holder of the Golden Class for the Church of the All-Encompassing Light is hereby declared to be of the Writer Class! Let this word be spread along with the teachings of the Goddess!"
"Praise the Goddess!"
"Praise the Goddess!" 
The other high ranking officials exclaimed along with Santiago. They soon stood up and didn't even bother to glance at Calvin before leaving the Cathedral. 
To be honest, they were incredibly disappointed that the holder of the Golden Class had the weakest class known to mankind...
As for why? 
It was because the Writer Class had no offensive abilities whatsoever!
They only know how to write and create notary contracts!
"Such a pity..." One high-ranking official who had already prepared himself to lick the boots of the Golden Class holder to ride on his coattails shook his head and sighed. 
After paying Calvin a final glance, he also left along with the other high-ranking officials. At this moment, only the members of the Cavaliers Ashmelion Branch, as well as the Cardinal and his helpers, were left in the Cathedral.
"Young man, do not be disappointed... The Goddess has plans to each and every one of us. I am sure that someday, you will be able to change everyone's opinion of you. The weakest class? Who decided that?" Santiago said with a defiant look on his face.
Calvin's throat felt sour once again.
Santiago's defiant tone of voice made him remember that last stand that he made in the front lines.
"Even if my life ends, I will never abandon my honour! I, Santiago, am not a coward! Death to all invaders!"
Then, with a final swing of his golden chalk, he rushed at his enemies without a care for his life. 
Calvin suppressed his emotions and smiled at the Cardinal. 
"Thank you, Your Eminence. Your subject will keep your words in his heart." Calvin didn't say these words out of pleasantries. He was indeed keeping Santiago's words in his heart. He would never forget it.
Santiago nodded in satisfaction and he turned to look at the Cavaliers.
"Your comrade is a cripple no more, and he has a Golden Class."
"The Writer class might be the weakest, but never ever forget the Glory of the Golden Class..."
"In virtue of his presence in your branch, I will increase the funding of the Ashmelion's Branch of Cavaliers and I will also increase the number of missions appropriate in the jurisdiction of your branch..." 
"Please guide the holder of the golden class." Santiago slightly bowed his head.
Bruce took a step backwards out of shock. He didn't expect the Cardinal to be such a good man.
"Yes, Your Eminence..." Ron Samuel made the sign of the Goddess and expressed his respects to the Cardinal.
Santiago paid the others his final gaze before he turned around and left with the helpers. 
With the disappearance of His Eminence, the Cavaliers were finally able to relax.
Then, Bruce turned to look at Calvin and placed his arm around his shoulder, "Calvin, will you tell me how...?" 
Calvin was astonished by the sudden change, but he still managed to reply, "What do you mean, how?"
"Tell me how you coerced the Goddess into giving you a Golden Class! Damn, you lucky bastard!" Envy was visible on Bruce's face.
"Is having a Golden Class really that great? Why did I feel that everyone was disappointed earlier when they heard that I have a Writer class, even though its classification should be golden..." Calvin asked in doubt.
Ron Samuel let out a sigh and said, "As His Eminence said earlier, your class is the weakest class ever. Even the Street Cleaner class has offensive capabilities for they are naturally efficient in using anything as weapons..."
"Heck, they could even use a brick as their weapon! But as for the Writer class? Not only your Aspect is weak, those who have the Writer class are only efficient as writers! That's it!"
"Well, isn't that pretty obvious, Captain?" Calvin said.
"What?" Ron Samuel replied.
"It's the Writer class, so wouldn't it be strange if the owner of the class isn't proficient in writing?"
Ron Samuel facepalmed, "That is not the point here..."
James Branzuela felt pain watching these two talk with each other. 
He couldn't help but step forward and intervene, "All right. His Eminence had said earlier that our funds would be increased and that is all thanks to you. This is all your glory..." 
He smiled at Calvin. 
James Branzuela was someone who had a lot of hobbies that needed funding.
 Especially in the world of the supernatural.
Now that they had more money that they could use to inject funds into his hobby, it was normal for him to be this happy.
Calvin awkwardly scratched his head, not knowing how to react.
Ashlynn could see his awkwardness and she sent him a lifeboat in the midst, "The rewards that Calvin bought for us alone is worthy of a celebration, but the fact that his body is now healed also reinforces the fact that we have to celebrate!"
"Tonight... No one shall come home sober!"
"We will drink to oblivion!"
Bruce's lips repeatedly twitched. 
His alcohol tolerance was pathetically low when compared to these monsters. 
Fortunately, Calvin was here and he had no idea if Calvin could stomach his liquor. 
Bruce was fervently praying that Calvin was like him, a person who couldn't handle his liquor at all so that he wouldn't be alone in his suffering once the monsters fought against each other in a drunken battle later in the night.
But before James Branzuela could reply positively...
Ron Samuel intervened and said, "We can surely celebrate, but we should do it at the end of the week..."
"Calvin had just woken up today after a week of sleeping and he's also a freshly-minted Cavalier. There's a lot for him to learn and we should not take too much of his time." Ron Samuel looked reluctant as well but he knew that Calvin had priorities. 
"Awww... Captain... You're such a killjoy."
"Agreed..."
"No, he's not a killjoy. He's just doing what's right!" Bruce protected the Captain from the criticism of the two.
But Ron Samuel was bound to disappoint him as he continued, "Well, I did say that we should not celebrate today, but at the end of the week..."
"However, what's stopping us from enjoying ourselves with the money that we just got as additional funding for our cause! Tonight, we are going to have a barbeque party!"
"A barbeque party?!" Ashlynn exclaimed in excitement, "I always knew that you're a man that knows how to have fun, Captain!"
James Branzuela laughed along with Ron Samuel while Bruce and Calvin stood there visibly confused. 
"But Captain!"
"Didn't you say that Calvin has a lot to learn as a newly-minted Cavalier?"
"Why are we having a barbeque party tonight instead of teaching him the ways of the Cavaliers?" Bruce's complaint wasn't unfounded for new Cavaliers that had just received their class had to know how to protect themselves from the influence of the supernatural.
Likes attract likes just how birds of the same feathers flock. 
Those that deal with the supernatural would always attract monsters of supernatural-origins even if they were sleeping. 
The teachings of the Cavaliers that Calvin had to learn in a week included some instructions about certain daily routines that he had to do from now on if he didn't want to attract strange monsters visiting his house randomly.
Furthermore, Calvin also had to learn about the Standard Operational Procedure of the Cavaliers. 
All of this was a lot of work to explain to a newly-minted Cavalier. Bruce knew this for every knowledge that a fresh Cavalier needed to know could only be passed on verbally.
 They must never be written down unless given explicit instructions by the church.
He reckoned that he would have to talk to Calvin until dawn before he could even completely explain to him everything that Calvin needed to know as a new member of the Cavaliers. 
In short, if Bruce wanted to drastically reduce this time, he needed the help of the others.
Yet...
Why were they having a barbeque party instead of helping me?
Could it be that...
"Oh?" Ashlynn stared in schadenfreude at Bruce, "There's this tradition in the Ashmelion Branch of Cavaliers that the lowest in rank should be the one responsible for teaching fresh recruits. In other words, we will be relying on you, Bruce!"
"What?!" Bruce cried out, "How could you guys do th—"
"We will be relying on you, Bruce..." James Branzuela stared right at Bruce's eyes. 
Ron Samuel also turned around and eyed him with a serious glare, "It's on you now, Bruce..."
"Don't you dare stop us from having our barbeque party..." 
"..."


Calvin Villanueva was once heralded as the savior of the world. His might was unrivaled despite possessing the weakest class in Las Felipinas. But in a cruel twist of fate, his achievements were turned against him and in a span of a single night, he went from experiencing heaven to plunging into the deepest parts of hell.

Captured and imprisoned by the Sucklings, an alien invader who came from a different realm. Calvin became their Scribe, the Keeper of History, and ultimately... He arrived at the peak of the weakest Writer Profession and became the Author of Fate. Unfortunately, it was already too late. The world was now in ruins and Calvin only had a single choice in front of him. 

It was death.

He may have chosen death but he had proven before his death that he was indeed the true savior of humanity.

Manipulating fate, twisting time and space... 

Calvin went back to the past for a second chance to turn things around!

This is a story of someone who was once at the peak, striving to return to the summit while correcting his past mistakes, against all odds, and clashes against unscrupulous gods and the supernatural he shall once again find his own path to the top.

Genre: Fantasy, Romance, Adventure, Action, Evil Gods, Evil Religions, Goddesses, Hidden Abilities, Industrialization, Mature Protagonist, Manipulative Characters, Mystery Solving, Mythology, Nobles, Time Travel

Disclaimer: 

Reviews comparing the novel to scog will be deleted. Don't be so braindead to think that just because the mc has similar circumstances to the mc of that novel the novel is now a copycat of that awesome novel.

By that logic, all isekai is a copy of the Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's court and all FPS games are a copy of Halo.

Read on and if you hate the similarity then, move on.

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The person who stumbled on this book, I have a question. Are you a writer?
 
If yes, do you ever want to be a known as a top writer? Why and why not? You must answer this question. Skip it for bad luck. 
 
If not but want to be a known top writer-- Goodluck! Go, write your story and make it twisted. Just kidding. Go, write it and wait for a million years till you get a fan.
 
If not and just a reader who support their favorite writer- come here, a hug from me! You get always emotional towards the fictional characters. Are you a fan of me? Well, you have now the badge of being the COOLEST READER. 
 
You must be my fan or else.. 
 
I sighed as I write this down. Being an underrated writer is hard, no one likes to read your book unless you are good or popular enough.
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The gloomy grey skies match my situation, the quiet neighborhood and few houses that has a bit distance on each other. This place is  familiar, so much familiar. I put my bag down, looked around and my eyes widened. A black haired girl, crossing her arms, her blue eyes is looking at me.
 
"Who are you?" 

How did.. How did my main character just talk to me? How did Lilith Barkley just talk to me? 
 
"Lilith?" 
 
The black haired girl, Lilith, raised her eyebrows. "How did you know my name?" 
 
Because I'm your creator. 

"Heyyy, Lilyy" I turned around and my eyes widened, "who is this guy?" 
 
"Louie?" 
 
"Hey, uh... Hi. Do I know you?" Louie asked, pointing at me. 
 
My characters are talking to me? 
 
A question evade in my mind, how did I end up here? 
 
A sudden vibration is felt, I pulled out my phone. My eyes widened of the notification. 
 
CONGRATULATIONS! YOU SUCCESFULLY PUBLISHED CHAPTER 39 OF UNSOLVED CASE:FELICIA. 
NEXT CHAPTER: CHAPTER 40
WORD COUNT GOAL: 1.5K
DEADLINE: PUBLISHED WITHIN 2 HOURS OTHERWISE YOU'LL LOSE A LIFE SPAN.

"Write before the deadline or lose a life span" that's what Shane Hiroki thinks. Being a top writer is what Shane Hiroki wants to be known for. After receiving a notification from The Scripturient's League, Shane joined and become a member of low-rank writers. 

Shane and his team compete with other talented writers with their daily quest where they have to meet its requirement and deadline or else the members of the team would  lose a life span and lose its points. 

Will Shane survive the competitions and become a top writer? 

This book is highly related to writers. The book includes racing word counts, timed- word mini games, and etc. Just a reader? Read this and you'll know the struggles of being a writer and who knows.. Because of this book, you want to be a writer.. or not.

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