—[God Of Stories, saya memprotes campur tangan Anda dalam pandangan dunia yang saya awasi] 

God Of Stories memikirkan pernyataan protes itu untuk sesaat, lalu mendesah pelan di ruang tertutup dalam lantai tertinggi Tower Of Nightmares, dia sebagai pengawas dari cerita yang diturunkan Tower Of Nightmares dan melaksanakan tugasnya sesuai keinginan Nightmares. 

Melihat ruangan putih tempat Ujian berlangsung dan persetujuan terang-terangan tower Of Nightmares, God Of Stories bertanya-tanya apakah niat si pelaku kekacauan itu nyata ataukah tipuan lagi? 

Akan tetapi, dia tak punya pilihan selain menepati janjinya pada pelaku itu. 

—{{Apa yang kau minta kali ini}}

—Penjelajah yang Tertinggal tersenyum tipis lalu memberitahukan permintaannya yang luar biasa mengerikan. 

—[Ketika masa tidur itu datang, Anda harus tiba pada saat yang tepat] 

—God Of Stories tercengang dan dengan cepat bertanya {{Kau sudah mengingat semuanya?}} 

—Penjelajah yang Tertinggal memiliki ekspresi yang menunjukkan 'kenapa masih bertanya sesuatu yang jelas?' dengan kurang ajar. 

—[Aku selalu ingat, aku hanya menipu diriku untuk tidak mengingatnya dan Anda tahu itu benar-benar berhasil. Sebagian besar memang tersimpan dalam perpustakaan] 

—God Of Stories tidak tahan lagi sehingga dia memberikan hukuman penghancuran tubuh fisik pada Penjelajah yang Tertinggal dan tidak mengizinkannya membentuk tubuh fisik sampai jangka waktu tertentu. 

Dan saat ini, dia dalam perjalanannya dari lantai tertinggi Tower Of Nightmares ke ruang altar tempat simbolnya berada. Altar itu hancur seperti yang sudah diduga berkat pemahamannya terhadap sifat Juri kecil. 

God Of Stories memulihkan altar itu dan berencana akan menggunakannya ... namun, dia tiba-tiba menyeringai licik dan bersembunyi tanpa siapapun bisa mendeteksi. 

Beberapa orang memasuki ruang altar dengan wajah kaku dan tubuh yang sedikit gemetar akibat suasana menyeramkan dari ruang altar yang sebelumnya hancur. Akan tetapi, tidak seperti dugaan mereka, altar itu masih ada. Plotter yang bertindak sebagai pemimpin merasa lega, ada sesuatu yang tidak beres di Pohon Ilusi sehingga tak satu pun Juri ada, jadi dia mempunyai pemikiran bahwa hal buruk terjadi di ruang altar. 

Untungnya tidak seburuk yang dia pikirkan, altar masih berfungsi dengan cahaya putih menyilaukan dari setiap garis yang tergambar di lantai marmer. Dia mengangguk ke partai Yoo Jonghyuk lalu menyeret mereka memasuki altar, setelah beberapa saat, cahaya putih dari altar sepenuhnya memakan mereka. 

Di salah satu sudut, sepasang mata hitam menyipit, pemilik memakai gaun hitam selutut seolah dia menghadiri pesta dan aksesoris seperti permata mengambang di sekitarnya, tepatnya di sekitar wajahnya yang cantik. Tanda kecantikan di bawah mata kirinya bersinar, dia melangkah menuju altar kemudian memejamkan matanya. 

***

"Aku God Of Stories."

Han Sooyoung jatuh terduduk dengan ekspresi ngeri seolah baru saja dipukul dengan keras di kepalanya. Dia melihat sosok yang memperkenalkan diri sebagai God Of Stories itu lalu bayangan dirinya di lantai yang seperti kaca. Itu mirip, hanya aura di sekitarnya berubah. 

"Tidak mungkin," gumam Han Sooyoung lagi. 

"S-Sooyoung-unni... d-dia?!" teriak Shin Yoosung yang panik. 

Anggota partai Yoo Jonghyuk yang lain tak berbeda, semuanya tercengang. Yang tidak normal adalah Plotter dan Yang Hebat, keduanya malah memiliki ekspresi 'ada apa dengan orang-orang ini?' Sama sekali tidak peka, kedua pasangan yang cocok. 

God Of Stories menggeleng dengan kecewa lalu berjalan sambil mengabaikan mereka yang terkejut, dia menuju Plotter lalu berseru dengan suara lembut, "Kau tidak terkejut, apa kau sudah tahu tentangku dari Nightmares?"

Plotter memelototinya dan mendengus sambil membalas, "Itu terlalu klise untukmu tiba-tiba mengetahui tentang perjanjian dunia lain denganku."

God Of Stories terkekeh lalu mengalihkan perhatiannya ke tempat pertarungan berdarah, dia memandang dengan mata sedih. 

"Kau tidak datang untuk menghentikannya?" tanya Plotter. 

God Of Stories memejamkan matanya sejenak lalu melantunkan nyanyian, di tangannya muncul tombak hitam yang sangat jelas di ruangan putih. 

"Aku seperti Dewi Bunga Malam, sebutan God Of Stories tidak cocok untukku. Benarkan, Nightmares?" 

Sambil menyerukan hal-hal aneh, God Of Stories mendekati tempat pertarungan dengan cepat. Dia menghentikan Monarch Jaehwan yang terengah-engah kehabisan energi untuk bertarung. Berapa lama dia menyerang? God Of Stories bingung karena dia pikir Monarch Jaehwan akan sangat kuat seperti yang sering dibicarakan Nightmares dengannya. 

Sosok yang diserang Monarch Jaehwan menatap God Of Stories di balik tirai darah yang sudah kering, tak ada luka meskipun darah memenuhi tubuhnya. Pemulihan mencengangkan yang bahkan membuat God Of Stories ragu-ragu. 

[Predictive Plagiarism]-nya menuju tingkatan tertinggi untuk menyamai Nightmares. 

<<Kemunculan 10%>>

Layar merah transparan mendadak muncul di langit putih, itu melayangkan peringatan keras bahwa apapun yang sangat mengerikan akan muncul jika mencapai 100%.

"Aku terlalu lama bersenang-senang dalam cerita yang kau buat, Nightmares. Kau sejak awal bukan generasi pertama, itulah alasanmu membuat perjanjian denganku, kan? Dan sekarang aku tahu bahwa kau adalah Nightmares."

Deklarasi God Of Stories dengan suaranya yang jelas menggema di seluruh ruangan. Sosok itu tertawa senang seolah menunggu-nunggu pernyataannya. 

"Dan aku akan mengakhirinya untukmu sesuai janji."

Pada akhir kalimat, tombak hitam sepanjang satu meter dengan energi masif yang besar seolah terbuat dari bintang terpanas alam semesta menusuk tepat ke jantung sosok yang masih tertawa senang. Tawanya berangsur-angsur menghilang ketika tombak semakin dalam sampai menembus. 

Krak! 

Ekspresi orang-orang di dekat altar seperti menyaksikan kematian mereka sendiri, masing-masing anggota partai Yoo Jonghyuk berteriak dengan gila. 

"Tidaaaaaaaak!!!"

"Kim Dokja!!!!!"

"Arggggggg!!!"

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Mereka bertanya-tanya apakah orang itu menyuruhnya kemari untuk menyaksikan kematian tragisnya? Hadiah inikah yang ingin orang itu berikan? Hati mereka seperti tertusuk sesuatu yang sangat tajam, rasa sakit yang sangat dalam tapi tak berdarah menyebar. 

Han Sooyoung menyeret langkahnya menuju tengah ruangan bersama Yoo Jonghyuk, sementara anggota lain pingsan karena kejutan mental yang sangat kuat. 

Mereka berdua masih memiliki harapan samar bahwa tidak mungkin akan berakhir seperti ini. Tidak, tidak mungkin, mereka harus mengakuinya. Tombak hitam itu menyebabkan sosok itu terhuyung-huyung. Namun, sosok itu masih berdiri dengan canggung menatap God Of Stories. 

God Of Stories menarik napas dalam-dalam lalu mengutuk. 

"Tower Of Nightmares sialan!!!"

Namun, pada saat itu—

<<Kemunculan 20%>>

God Of Stories membuka dan menutup mulutnya lalu menyebarkan aksesorisnya untuk memindai tubuh sosok sekarat itu. Dia tak bisa menahan diri untuk tidak bergumam, "Tidak berhasil. Mustahil! Apakah terlambat?! Nightmares, kau masih kau, kan?!"

God Of Stories dengan panik menarik tombak hitam itu, darah memercik ke mana-mana sampai Han Sooyoung dan Yoo Jonghyuk terkena percikannya. Mata hitam sosok itu dikelilingi cincin kekacauan merah-ungu menyala. 

<<Kemunculan 25%>>

"Baik, saatnya pertarungan nyata kita,  Nightmares."

God Of Stories membentuk senjata lain yang setara tombak. Dia mengabaikan fakta bahwa dua orang mencoba mendekati lokasi pertarungan. 

<<Mimpi Dari mimpi Buruk>>

<<Penghancur Great Land>>

<<Kemunculan 30%>>

Aura merah-ungu mulai menyusup keluar dari tubuh sosok itu dan menghempaskan Han Sooyoung dan Yoo Jonghyuk sampai menuju anggota partai lain, sementara God Of Stories bertahan di tempatnya. 

"Disaat terakhir, kau masih melindungi mereka, tidak seperti dirimu Nightmares. Kau memang sulit mati karena itulah kau membutuhkan bantuanku."

God Of Stories menggunakan [Predictive Plagiarism]-nya kemudian segala macam bentuk senjata berwarna hitam terbentuk dan mengambang di seluruh ruangan, siap menerima perintah. 

Yang Hebat berkedut lalu mencoba melepaskan diri dari pelukan Plotter dengan membabi-buta. Emosinya yang tercampur memberinya peringatan. Dia harus mendekati sosok itu sekarang. 

"Kim Dokja!"

Plotter dengan keras kepala terus memeganginya sambil menyaksikan pemandangan epik ratusan, tidak, ribuan menurut skala ruangan, ribuan senjata hitam terbentuk atas otoritas God Of Stories. 

Yoo Jonghyuk menyeret langkahnya kembali ke tempat pertarungan, itu untuk melihat temannya dan mendapatkan jawaban. Apakah ini yang sesungguhnya kau inginkan? Itulah yang ingin dia tanyakan. Hanya sekali, sekali saja, dia berharap mendengar satu kata dari orang itu. 

Han Sooyoung dengan wajah kusutnya mencerna potongan-potongan petunjuk yang tersebar, lalu akhirnya menginterpretasikan dalam benaknya. 

—tls123 adalah Han Sooyoung putaran 1863.

—Dan dia bukan avatar, dia adalah God Of Stories.

—Lalu, siapa dirinya sendiri kalau begitu? 

—Avatar God Of Stories? Itu tidak mungkin, inkarnasi? Terlalu jauh, lalu apa? 

Han Sooyoung memperhatikan anak laki-laki yang dipegang Plotter lalu pada sosok itu, dia kemudian mendapatkan kesimpulannya yang tak pernah terpikirkan. 

[■■ milikmu adalah 'God Of Stories'] 

***

Ini adalah fanfic yang kubuat untuk menemukan epilog yang kuinginkan untuk MC. 

Sebaiknya jangan membaca fanfic ini jika belum membaca novel aslinya sampai tamat karena mengandung spoiler. 

***

Han Sooyoung sampai di depan pintu itu lalu perlahan membukanya dengan harapan putus asa. 

Bagaimana jika itu harapan palsu? 

Bagaimana jika hal yang lebih buruk terjadi? 

Bagaimana jika sekeras apapun mencoba berharap itu mungkin, itu tidak terjadi? 

Saat pintu itu terbuka, ruangan terang dengan jendela terbuka lebar dan tirai berkibar terlihat. 

Semua kertas-kertas yang telah dia tulisi bertebaran dimana-mana. Han Sooyoung menyeringai seperti orang idiot lalu melangkah masuk sambil menyaksikan kesimpulannya. 

[Cerita ini hanya untuk satu pembaca itu] 


 

 



***

Until now, strange short stories had only very short stories. But from volume two I intend to add stories that have 10 to 20 captains as well.
These stories are not so long nor have so much visibility as a separated book. For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes.
The webnovel policy does not allow me to remove or delete those books, so they will remain there but as a "paused" book.
The stories of a single chapter  will continue to be published, of course. Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories.
To make it easier to understand and more transparent, this chapter will be like a summary for this and the following volumes.
Vol.2:
           medium stories:
                               The antics of Bia's crew ( ABC)
                              In search of the Nile (SN)
                              The time lady (TL)
Publish schedule: 
     Monday :  ABC
     Tuesday: SSC (single chapter story)
     Wednesday: SN
     Thursday:  SSC
     Friday: TL

Vol. 3
           medium stories:
                              The hero's Son
                              Rotten Fields
                              The three princess Knights
Publish schedule: (none for now)

Vol. 4
           medium stories:
                               Over game
                              Slimemoon
                              The berries Park

Bedtime stories, fantasy, fiction, and more ...
Just a warning ... none of them are normal.

Long ago in the world, there existed Creativity. Creativity found its home in humans all around the world, manifesting in many ways, from music to inventions to dances, but there was one way that Creativity showed itself that was unique. Through stories. Since the dawn of time, Creativity has graced humans with the gift of stories. Stories that told of the world and its creation. Stories of heroes and legends. The world is made of stories. But not all humans embrace the gift. Some never use it. Some ignore it. Some appreciate it but aren't brave enough to tell stories themselves. So tell your stories. Creativity gifted each person with their own unique voice, with their own talents and abilities and passions and desires. So take Creativity's gifts and make stories of your own. And maybe one day, there will be storytellers telling stories about you.

A collection of stories to read to little children, perfect as bedtime stories or to entertain them during the day. May the stories here inspire their own.

Dedicated to my cousin, Kim Seong-Won.

 As the sun was setting and day slowly became night, a boy could be seen wandering the halls of the public library. One couldn't see his face covered by a his giant hood but could always see the shine in his eyes when he read a book. He was always in the library during any given time. It started as a hobby but overtime his visits became more frequent, now this is where he spent most of his days.

  He had read almost every book there was within the five levels of this giant library but he hadn't had enough, he wanted more. He yearned for stories and knowledge it didn't matter what it was, it could be medical books or even books about heroes, he would read everything and absorb every word and book he could get his hands on. Looking for more to read he wandered through the library. He searched for something else to read to sate his  hunger, from shelf to shelf he prowled like a panther stalking his prey not letting a single thing out of his sight.

As he wandered he found a section of the library he hadn't seen before, on the fifth level at the back and darkest part of the library was a section of dusty books. The section he arrived at was called [rejects], each book that was there were determined to have no use or weren't relevant anymore. However to Jun En this was a treasure trove. Why didn't he notice this before?

He quietly sat down on the ground and started grabbing every book from the reject section reading it at a speed that was not humanely possible. He absorbed the information and satires that were there. By the end he had finished reading most of the books in the section. Wondering what else to do he got up to look for more books in the [reject] section. As he searched he found a book hiding at the back of the dark and dusty shelf at the furthest corner of the section, difficult to notice with the naked eye. A glint of a shining dark purple and silver hue slowly shined from the book and at that moment he heard a voice.


"Do you want power?"


What was that…


"Do you want more stories"

"Do you want the freedom to not be shackled by society to be able to just do what you want?"

What the banana was this thing talking about? Sure I like freedom but I just want to stop being so bored, there is nothing interesting in normal life only stories give me sustenance but it's not enough. Besides I still have to take care of my family I'm not sure I have time.

As if knowing what he thought the voice spoke again

"I'll give it to, your life will never be boring again, and you'll have the power to keep your family safe at the same time"


"Do you accept?"


Ho. At that moment despite the largely sketchy origins at the voice hearing the a grin appeared on his face, on one hand this could implicate him negatively, on the other hand if he got involved interesting things may happen. Beyond that he could better protect and help his family. After some consideration Jun En replied.


Give it to me


He felt trapped in his daily life he never could understand why he was so average he wanted more for his family for himself he wanted freedom to move to climb. He wanted stimulation to his boring existence, but  he wanted to be able to protect and support his family in the case his parents couldn't work anymore as well.


He looked at the glint once again, the book hidden behind countless others was now pulsating, with each pulse his heart beat louder and louder.


"Let's make a deal kid"

The sinister voice whispered words that made him grin even more. He reach his hand  to the back of his book shelf.


Let's


The book disappeared the moment he touched it turning into a cloud of dust. The dust made contact with his sin and started seeping into his skin.

His eyes started to change as it became a dark purple hue before changing colours to a silver hue then back to brown.

"Hello contractor you can call me Dev, the devourer"



It was already 6pm the library was almost closing down.

  Ah crap I gotta get back home before my mother nags at me. Jun En ran out of the library weaving through tables and shelfs in order to find the most optimal path out.

"Jun En stop running in the library and even if you are going to do so do so quietly" said the librarian with a smile.



*****
The librarian's name Abel, he knew Jun En well as he often frequented the library. The boy always came and spend the whole day reading books and stories from sunrise till sun down. While most people played games nowadays Jun En still loved reading more than anything else.

Abel recalled that day when he first met Jun En. He asked why he always set in the middle of a pile of books and read. He never went out with friends nor played games nor even read comics he just read books.


"Because there is a freedom in reading books don't you think?"


That was the response Abel got from boy. The boy wasn't much he had average looks, he stood to 182 cm a little shorter than Abel. Had jet black hair and always came in to the library wearing a hoody some long jogging pants and sneakers. To be honest he had terrible fashion sense.

What fascinated Abel was the child's fascination of books and stories. At first he thought the child was just looking for stories cause he didn't have a strong story of his own seeking power hopelessly.

However the more he watched the more he could that Jun En just loved stories there was nothing to it he wasn't obsessing over power he just loved books and stories.

*sigh* you don't see kids like that anymore. No one understands the true essence of stories or books, nowadays kids just use them for power.


*****


Jun En ran out the main glass door of the Library.

Ok calm down, it's 6:05pm if I run to the flight-way and assuming I make it on time I can get on by give or take 6:10. From there it's a 30 minute ride plus a 15 minute walk back home. I would be back home by 6:55 but if I run I'm sure I can cut that down by 7 minutes.

Jun En kneeled down re-tied his shoelaces and put on his hood. He looked at his watched as the seconds ticked by.


Tick, tick, tick


He launched off dashing as hard as he could weaving through the crowd of moving pedestrians. Left, right and left again he quickly shifted his wait to move faster and cut down the time it takes to turn.
As he ran he saw the stairs upwards to the flight-way. Despite not being special Jun En had decently good eyesight, or so he thought. It was more of a combination of average eyesight and guessing far away signs.

As he ran up the stairs he tried to make up the time to arrival on the sign at the top of the long fight of stairs.


Now that is either an 8 or 3.  So 8 minutes or 3 minutes till the flight train arrives. Well I'm not going to take any chances let's go.

He dashed upwards the stairs with all his strength however despite his burst of speed from the library to the stairs of the flight train station he had horrible stamina.

By the time he was halfway up the stair he was breathing so heavily and panting that people who saw just stared in pity.

Ah crap maybe I should have exercised more often. He saw the flight train arriving and ran even harder. His legs and mussels tensed up and his sweat dripped off his face.


*pant**pant**pant*


I made it yes woooo

He threw his arms in the air, but as his did so the doors to the flight train started too close.

O nononono wait

Jun En dashed towards the train and turned to his side attempting to squeeze himself between the doors.


*dush*


The doors came to a close and Jun En made however his hoody started to show sweat stains and his breathing got heavier.

Ahhhh I did it

He checked his watch 6:11 good enough.

As he stumbled in the flight train completely drained he found a seat next to the window and sat down.

Outside he could see everything the whole city


"Pono" the city known as the city of truth. The city or the whole world had advanced by leaps and bounds in technology. The year was 2155. Flying cars were now a reality however they resembled more of moving ovals with useless circles for wheels more than anything else. The creators wanted to keep the aesthetic of cars and left the "wheels" on.


The flight-train was also another example of this technological advancement. As the name suggest it basically looked like a flying train or a very long subway train moving through the sky like a noodle. Using advanced electromagnetic technology, which essentially allowed the train to move freely in the air within the confines of the city of course.

People no longer depended on gas as they have found a new source of renewable energy, and this was due to stories too.

The discovery of stories had changed the world technological advancements grew and with the world entered a new age. Everything became digital and more complex.

Stories or the new power they granted became the foundation for anything and everything in the world.


Now what were stories, well stories were well stories. It was a mystical power that came out of nowhere. Stories were imbued with power and granted people such power, some became smarter other became stronger, among these stories legendary stories existed as well and came to grant even greater power.

Stories were either earned, created or inherited. Depending on the story the power of a story or the power granted by a story could fit certain situations. Stories of great inventors were passed down to their descendants creating unprecedented technological advancements in travel creating the flight train and flying cars. Other stories led to technological improvements.

This lead to humanity's advancements in basically everything. However with the sudden appearance of the power of stories came the regs. Regs were beings and beasts that not much was known about, they were thought to be driven to destroy humanity and consume everything in their path. Nobody knew where they came from nor their reason, but it seemed as if they were sent to balance the sudden power that humanity was gifted with.

Of course despite that humanity learnt to fight back and harness the power of stories. Cities built walls and forcefields to keep out Regs and sent out teams of tellers to hunt Regs. Tellers were people who had stories which were stronger than the norm and could easily defeat regs.

While stories became more commonplace a new type of unspoken divide took place. As more stories appeared, the variety of abilities or powers one could posses started to increase however this started to cause a divide within society as well. Stories would be deemed as either useful or useless, dividing society to two groups Powers and Zeros. Powers were those deemed to be Useful while Zeros were people with stories which were deemed as useless or less useful to society.

Jun En was the latter of the bunch. Despite this he didn't care while people got more useful stories he remained the same with or without. Of course he did yearn to be like a main protagonist in the countless stories he read, but it was fine. He loved stories as it was and he was okay with his life. However if he ever got the chance to become the protagonist to grow stronger he would still take it. It would much better living his current life.

Much much better.

He always read books and novels, he read everything that he could get his hands on, uninterested in modern life.

Why?

Cause modern life was nothing like those stories, he wasn't the protagonist nor the antagonist, he didn't have a power that made him stand out, he couldn't protect and provide for his family and his story was low tier garbage.

Stories currently ruled the world and granting powers to many and "Tellers" stood on top of this world, however he didn't have a useful story. He came from an an average family, an average home with an average life. He isn’t from a tragic background nor is he from a beautiful beginning. 

Honestly he felt like an extra. 

He wandered through countless libraries and bookstores in search for more stories for something to spark anything in his life until...

 “Come give me your stories, let me consume your stories to sate my hunger and If you are worthy you shall be given my power”

 Well well well something interesting just appeared...

Who doesn't love a short love story? Especially the very short love stories that can be finished during a quick break.

Since the start of human storytelling history, humans have enjoyed great romance stories from Romeo and Juliet to Helen of Troy. Even horror and adventure stories often include a romantic element. Everybody wants to feel some of that romance and reading very short romantic stories are often a great way to quench that thirst.

Whether your favorite stories are cute teen romance stories or vampire love stories, there is something for everyone.

I've compiled a number of love stories for you to read, all very short and can bring some of that romantic spark into your life. These are great reads whether you're celebrating Valentine's Day or just itching for a romantic spark.

There's only one happiness in life : to love and be loved.

there's love everywhere.. read the stories to know different couples love life and rejoice your love life.

DISCLAIMER: I am bwing particular with regards to english translated online novels.

I do not claim to have read them all, for lack of a better metaphor. Nor do I claim of being any 'authority' in any of these particular fields of literature. I do not even have any background that would point to me to able to claim myself as such. But I think, at least I think, I have read enough material to be able to make a base judgment on the topics that I write about, to tell a story about the stories that I have come to know and love.

In a handful, if not many of these stories that I encounter, there exists one narrative that comes across as weirdly engaging. It drew to into their world and their stories, and oddly enough I really found it fascinating. But disclaimer here, because first and foremost, I was not even sure if the narrative and the story's flow was meant for me in the first place because I am a guy. And I am not sure if the stories like those were meant for male audiences.

What I am talking about here? What kind of narrative is it that gets me giddy and all when talking about it. Well oddly enough it is the retelling of the romantic stories that manifests itself in the form of 'Otome Games'. And viewing those stories from and through the eyes of one of the most important character in the story, the villainess girl. Her trials and tribulations, and her ultimate redemption.

Another disclaimer here, there if you check up on the annotations, they are tags in internet language, on these stories you actually see stuff like otome game and villainess girl and similar descriptions. It is hilarious, but they can be forgiven for lack of a better description.

So what are 'Otome Games'? Well these are games that is set around the notion of 'capturing targets', usually love stories, in this case the targets are males and as the player you have to navigate through your relationships with these male characters in this world where you can supposedly end up spending the rest of your life with one of the said characters at best, and end up dead or something similar at worst. The reason for all these conditions is because these games are targeted toward a female audience, and that the protagonists of stories like these are female. Hence my misgivings about even liking stories with these 'tags' at first.

Now what is it about this villainess girl and how is she connected to the stories? Well, simply put, she is the foil that gets in the way of the female protagonists and their male counterparts from fully realizing their romance. And following that logic, she does everything in her power to make it so that the protagonists and many if not all of the capture targets never get together. And as the narratives dictate, she must ultimately fail and must be swept aside to give way to the female MC and the male MC to finally achieve the story's end goal which, disclaimer, is up to the players' discretion.

So what is the deal? What is it that drew in the these stories? Well, if you have read what I have written in the previous chapters, you know that I have talked about the isekai genre of writing novels. The reason these stories about villainess girls become so much more than just a fun read, for me, is because of one aspect. The isekai aspect.

What do I mean by that? It is not so much about the idea of the people who plays otome games, usually females, transmigrating or reincarnating into the world of otome games, and do not get me wrong that is the case for almost all of these stories, and that they usually end up inhabiting the villainess girl, basically the mechanics. As much as it is about the fight to redefine how they value themselves as a person, finding within them the dignity and the respect they know they rightfully deserve because they are not tools nor fools that can be thrown away once used, and that this fight is not only for the one who transmigrated but also for the one who they had sadly but unintentionally replaced, and for the people that they love who will also suffer the consequences of their actions.

So for me, stories like these are more than just an adventure, more than just ending demon king and saving the world. It is a story about the redefinition of happiness, reevaluation of what it means to have a life well lived, and ultimately it is about the redemption of oneself. It is a story, it is a story about fighting fate, ending the demon king within us and saving our world not only for us but for the people we care most about.

And that is a story that I like. And I hope that you do too.

What do you think, let me know in the comments. Until then, peace.

Since the start of human storytelling history, humans have enjoyed great romance stories from Romeo and Juliet to Helen of Troy. Even horror and adventure stories often include a romantic element. Everybody wants to feel some of that romance and reading very short romantic stories are often a great way to quench that thirst.

Whether your favorite stories are cute teen romance stories or vampire love stories, there is something for everyone.

I've compiled a number of love stories for you to read, all very short and can bring some of that romantic spark into your life. These are great reads whether you're celebrating Valentine's Day or just itching for a romantic spark.



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poopuuupoo gang

Fanfic Omniscient Reader's Viewpoints

Strange short stories

Forest horro story

The Storybook

The Tellers (My story devouring system)

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I Don't Know What To Write

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