Thanks to Isolation I got really horny and ended up writing all this due to that.

So basically this is a place for degenerates who wanna see fox girls and dragons, ghosts and naiads, wood spirits and whatever else I think up of, get absolutely f___ed.

If you came from one of my other novels, please don’t expect anything like those, this is literally just me being a degenerate.

And don’t look at my other novels for any sort of culture, degenerate readers. Those are purely plot and actual writing, not this...

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Sex. This is sex. Lots and lots of it.

Before Valerie was reborn with Ethereal sex system, she was a passionate 26 years old lady named Marie who became addicted to porn and novels after falling into depression from betrayals and crippling her legs which made her dream to be a superstar unable to come true. As she was engrossed in a sex novel, an earthquake happened causing her book case to fall smack into the back of her head and she passed away in the pool of her own blood.
By chance she became bound to the ethereal sex system and starts her new life and adventure .
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[Congratulations on binding to the Ethereal sex system]

Mission: Become an ethereal being and fulfil your fantasies to your heart’s fullest . 

Time limit : infinity

Failure : none

Before Valerie was reborn with Ethereal sex system, she was a passionate 26 years old lady named Marie who became addicted to porn and novels after falling into depression from betrayals and crippling her legs which made her dream to be a superstar unable to come true. As she was engrossed in a sex novel, an earthquake happened causing her book case to fall smack into the back of her head and she passed away in the pool of her own blood.
By chance she became bound to the ethereal sex system and starts her new life and adventure .
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[Congratulations on binding to the Ethereal sex system]

Mission: Become an ethereal being and fulfil your fantasies to your heart’s fullest . 

Time limit : infinity

Failure : none


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Chapter updates : one per week

I was 9 years old when my father transferred me from our local Malayalam medium school to the nearby Convent school. With my limited knowledge of 26 alphabets and a handful of words , I was the oddball , trapped in an alien world where everything happened in English. On my first day our class teacher asked me to introduce myself. I stood before the whole class , not knowing what to do. 
       " M-my name is...Nidhi Mariyam George...." I heared my own voice saying. And then I stood there , overwhelmed by the expectent eyes. so helpless. My eyes stinging with a warmth that threatened to overflow at any moment. With my everything I held those tears back. I just didn't want to be the crybaby above everything else.
         Then one day during the lunch break I found myself in the middle of a few of my fellow classmates. I have always been a slow and light eater. But my mom being mom , stuffed extra rice and curry everyday. There I sat before them, forcing all the unwanted food down my throat, along with the fear of being scolded by the teacher, along with the shame and hurt of being forced and threatened.
        Later that evening, I finally broke down before dad, and let out all the pent up frustration, hurt, alienation of the past weeks. I cried and begged , forgoing my pride, to let me transfer back to my previous school, or to another or any Malayalam medium school. He just sat there supporting my head on his shoulder, patting my back, but didn't say anything else but a clear no. 
      That weekend I found an 'English to Malayalam 'dictionary on my table and a few basic grammer books. The lost and humiliated me took to learn from the dictionary, word by word. One page from my science book everyday, for the science teacher was the kindest soul I found in there, the only one who took some extra time to give another explanation for me, in Malayalam. I didn't want to disappoint her.

Life, for Nidhi was a journey from one mask to another. She was happy or cold, crazy at times, reckless at others, funny and talkative or silent and broody, indifferent or charming, juggling across names and personas. She walked on and on, but ended up at the same places, only to realize the path was one big wide circle.
One of those days, the fine thread that held , everything she deemed unrequited, locked away, snaps. Time to face herself.
This is Nidhy's journey through self deception, identity crisis, depression, failures, towards reality, dreams, success and love. She sets out to see the world, meet people, to share, to learn, to rebel, to redeem, to find, to create a space and an identity for herself.

....... excerpt......

I was craving some grilled sandwich, since afternoon. So, as soon as the clock struck five, I set out , to my newest favourite sandwich shop in the city. I was the first customer of the day. The owner along with her friends who were having a conversation welcomed me and I placed my order. They decided to invite me into the conversation and I decided to play my usual game. Lost Tourist :)

" your name ? 

"Anjana" I flashed my most innocent smile. They all introduced themselves.

"so, are you from outside Kerala ? "

You see, my accent is the biggest aid to my disguises. No one, ever, believes that I understand and speak Malayalam, even though am a native who never even travelled outside the state.

"no. am from Mumbai" I lie easily.

"oh, where in Mumbai ?" the handsomest hunk

"ahhhhm, Andheri ??"

"that's great" says the owner who goes straight into the kitchen to bring the chef back with her. 
" he is also from Andheri "

Am already struck in the head. What's the possibility of meeting a person from a place you randomly choose ????
"aha...!" I give him a stiff smile. No, don't ask me questions. I would never say Andheri in this lifetime, I swear!

"Andheri West or East ?"  now the chef.

Can I take it back ? Can I ? How would I know if Andheri has west , east, south or north...? I mean, generally there are four directions,,,,,,sigh,,, let's take a pic.
"Andheri west"

"awesome, I was born and brought up in there . So where exactly in Andheri west ?"

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



Janani walked gingerly up the red carpet ,her fingers gripping tightly to Armaan's rock hard biceps . 

There was a huge crowd in the foyer and cameras were flashing in all the directions and she felt very uncomfortable 

They paused to talk to a couple who seemed vaguely familiar .They are foreigners and she had no idea how she knows them.Relieved to see atleast two friendly faces and trying to work out where she knew them from ,Janani smiled and chatted ,finding them surprisingly approachable .She definitely knew them from somewhere 

As Armaan led her away into the foyer, she was still smiling. 

"They were nice. I know I’ve met them before somewhere ,I can’t think where—. Do they work with you? What are their names? Which country are they from??" 

When he told her, she stared at him in mortified silence. 

"Right. Both of them Hollywood stars. The reason I know their faces is because I’ve seen them both in the movies. Now I’m embarrassed. Oh, my God—they must have wondered why I was grinning at them like an idiot." She cried in embarrassment 

"You were charming and not at all star-struck. And you didn’t ask for their autograph ,which is always refreshing " 

"That's because I didn't recognize them. If I had I would have definitely asked for an autograph" Janani tightened her grip on his arms "Do you think they realized?? What if I offended them??" 

"They enjoyed talking to you. There is no need to make holes in my arm" and she slackened her grip 

Armaan gritted his teeth. 

Finally he saw Janani Trivedi in action 

This is how she does her magic around people 

Janani was relieved when they moved into the event hall but the relief was short lived as she was forced to separate away from Armaan, the only person she knows here, by the hostess of the event 

She became even more apprehensive when the hostess made her sit between two old men roughly in their early seventies who appears to have a poker face. 

A while later Armaan was talking to Arjun Shastri the PRO of the hospital for which the charity event is conducted 

"I thought you are off the dating scene Armaan. I thought you would be coming alone for the event like you did for the last one year" Tanya ,the hostess said as she approached them. 

She stroked her long red fingernails on his sleeves and continued 

"So tell me what's it about her that brought you out of your self imposed celibacy??" 

"You need to ask??" Armaan asked raising his eyebrows 

"Well, she’s pretty, of course, in a slightly unsophisticated way that a man might find appealing—" 

There was a flinty glint in Tanya’s eyes and Armaan turned his head and noticed Janani laughing uninhibitedly with the two South Indian billionaires, both known for their arrogant refusal to speak English at social events. 

They were taciturn, remote and notoriously unapproachable and yet both appeared to be listening to Janani with rapt attention. 

How was she making herself understood?? 

From across the table, Armaan tried to hear what she was saying. She was chatting non-stop, her hands moving as she illustrated her point. Occasionally she paused to sip champagne or listen to their response. 

"Clever of you to find a woman who speaks both Tamil and Malayalam" Tanya said "given your business interests with them. Is that how you met? Is she an interpreter or something?" 

Janani spoke Tamil and Malayalam?? 

Unable to hear her above the noise from the surrounding tables, Armaan focused his gaze on her lips and realised that she was indeed speaking a different language 

His hostess was watching him. 

"You didn’t know, did you? Well, if she can persuade them to open their wallets when the charity auction begins, then she’ll certainly get my vote." She said and walked away 

Where had Janani learned to speak their language 

Why hadn’t she mentioned it when he’d told her that they didn’t speak good English and that she wouldn’t be able to communicate without an interpreter? 

 And then he remembered her responding that she wouldn’t need an interpreter. At the time he’d assumed she’d meant that she’d be using sign language and lots of smiles—not once had it occurred to him that she spoke their language. 

"Isn't that Janani Trivedi???" He heard Arjun Shastri asking 

Armaan stiffened 

How does Arjun knows Janani 

Did she have a fling with him too?? 

"You know her???" Armaan asked and held his breath 

Arjun looked a little uncomfortable and then answered vaguely 

"Through a friend. My room mate at university ,Vikram is from Janani's hometown. I have met her a few times" Arjun said avoiding Armaan's eyes 

Armaan tensed hearing the name Vikram 

"Dr Vikram Thakur??" He asked for confirmation and saw the startled look in Arjun's eyes 

"You know about Vikram??" he asked and then sighed in relief 

"That's good anyway. I'm happy that Janani has moved on finally, even though it took two years for her. Don't hurt her Armaan. She had been hurt pretty badly by Vikram. I know you are not into commitment. Don't give her hope" Arjun said and Armaan didn't know what to feel 

Two years he said? 

Wasn't it two years before she came for the surrogacy 

It was in the last two years only there were multiple crimes in her name 

Before two years, she had an absolutely clean chart 

What happened two years ago?? 

Was that heartbreak the reason for her to go off the trails for the last two years 

It seems a very convincing reason 

People behave differently when heartbroken 

Janani might have had a terrible one if she did things so out of her character 

And maybe having Advi brought her back to tracks 

Having Advi might have helped her to get over her heartache 

But the thought of her being so in love with Vikram Thakur brought a strange ache in him 

He sighed 

Now he is making excuses for her behaviour ,great!! 

He is definitely going crazy 

He came out of his mental discussion and saw Janani having a brief talk with Arjun after which she returned back to Rajath Pillai and Raghu Ramaswamy. 

Coffee was served as the auction began and there was a sudden flurry of movement as people swapped seats. 

Her cheeks pink with excitement,Janani swayed to her feet and found her way to the seat next to him. 

"I’m having such a nice time. Those men are so sweet. You should have mentioned how funny they were." 

Armaan tightened his grip on the glass. 

"Just as you should possibly have mentioned the fact that you’re fluent in their language " 

"You were being arrogant and I thought it would be more fun to just surprise you. I thought it might teach you not to underestimate people." Craning her neck, she looked over his shoulder towards the stage and the dance floor. "What’s happening now?" 

Armaan fingered the stem of his glass. 

"I do not underestimate people." 

"Yes, you do. But you probably can’t help it" she said kindly. "Is there going to be dancing?" 

"It’s the auction first. The bidding will raise money for the charity." Armaan was still watching her. "Do you speak any other languages?" 

"A little bit of Kannada and Telugu. So am I allowed to bid for something?" 

"You speak four languages?" 

"Six, if you count Hindi and English. How much am I allowed to bid?" 

"Why didn't you learn any foreign languages??" He asked sarcastically 

"Maa wouldn't allow me to watch foreign movies when I was a kid as they have so much kissing and all" 

"Movies??? Are you telling me that you learned all these languages on your own" he asked and Janani laughed taking another sip of her champagne 

"I'm a movie buff Armaan. And I'm a sucker for south Indian movies. At nursery age when my friends used to watch cartoons I was fascinated by movies and serials." 

Armaan brooded 

Everything about Janani Trivedi is so very contradicting and he is so damn confused 

He was dimly aware of Janani leaning across the table, coaxing the South Indian billionaires into bidding enormous sums of money in the charity auction. 

Even Tanyaa was looking impressed as Janani switched between Tamil Malayalam and Hindi, extracting more money from the billionaires 

If the circumstances had been different, Armaan would have laughed. As it was, he just wanted to leave. 

Armaan watched with a frown as Tanya made sure that Janani's glass was kept topped up. She was drinking the champagne as if it were soda, and he realised that if he didn’t remove her from this table quickly she was going to be drunk. 

As the auction ended and a band started warming up on the stage, Armaan drained his glass and turned to Janani. "We’re leaving." 

"No way. The dancing is about to start" Janani swayed in her seat 

"I’ve never known Armaan to dance. If I didn’t know better, I’d think he didn’t have rhythm." Tanya said looking at Armaan giving him a knowing look and he saw Janani's happy smile falter as she digested the meaning behind those words. 

And as it is an already established fact that he could do anything to make her smile he pulled her into his arms and made his way to the dance floor making people who know Armaan Verma look on in wonder 

"Smile." Armaan said as he slid his arms around her waist 

"What is there to smile about? She’s flaunting the fact she’s had sex with you. She’s vile. And you have no taste. No wonder you’ve never wanted to settle down with anyone if she’s the sort of person you’ve been seeing." Janani said 

She is definitely drunk 

She would have never said that if she is not 

"I have not had sex with her" Armaan breathed, bending his head so that he spoke the words in her ear and couldn’t be overheard. Immediately, her perfume wound itself round his senses. 

"She was trying to cause trouble. Trying to hurt you. Don’t let her. You’re just over-emotional because you’ve had too much champagne. Now smile" 

"Well, if I was really in a relationship with you as she thinks we are, I would have punched her. And I’m not over-emotional, I’m justifiably emotional." She said 

They swayed together on the dance floor on the romantic number 

Armaan felt every cell in his body getting alive as they are plastered to each other chest to chest ,hip to hip. 

Janani hiccuped and then looked at him apologetically 

"Sorry. I may have drunk just a little bit too much champagne—I’ve never had it before and it’s delicious." 

"You’ve never had champagne before?" He asked frowning suspiciously 

"Never." She said leaning her forhead against his chest 

He lifted his hand and removed a strand of hair that have managed to loop itself around his bowtie 

"I think I would better take you home" 

"No way. I want to dance more. I like it here and I have never been to a party like this before" she swayed forcing him to sway along 

Never been to a party like this before?? 

"There is another event tomorrow. I will take you with me for that. And I will make sure to not give you champagne " he muttered the last sentence under his breath 

"I don’t care about tomorrow. I want to live for today. I like this party." She slid her arms around his neck and pressed herself against him, her breath warm against his neck. "Please, Armaan, dance with me. You know you want to." 

He locked his fingers around her wrists, intending to remove her arms, but then she smiled up at him and he found himself so captivated by that smile that instead of removing her arms, he slid his hands down her warm skin. 

Her back was bare, her skin warm and smooth and tempting and raw lust shot through him. Without thinking about what he was doing, Armaan lowered his mouth towards hers. 

"Teri Galiya....galiyaa teri..." 

Armaan froze as she started to sing along 

"Janani" Armaan felt tension prickle down his spine 

"I like singing while dancing" she giggled merrily 

Armaan picked up a drunk Janani in a swift move making her squeal 

She wound her arms tightly around his neck and her face nuzzled against his neck increasing the tension in Armaan's body 

"You smell so good" she mumbled making him groan as he took long strides across the hall 

As soon as he dumped her in her room he could have a cold cold shower 

Driving with a drunk Janani in the passenger seat singing nursery rhymes to herself, he cursed under his breath 

He had no idea Janani had such a low tolerance for alcohol 

Once he dropped her in her room and turned to go he heard her wailing loudly 

"Where are my babies??" She asked looking around the room 

"They are sleeping Janani. You too go to sleep" Armaan said 

"Sleeping?? Without me?? I want to see my babies" she cried and he sighed in frustration 

What had he brought upon himself 

"You will wake them up Janani" he tried to make her understand 

"I won't" she said straightening up and placing her index finger on her lips indicating that she would be silent 

She is not going to lie down without seeing them 

So he took her to Ava's room where both Ava and Advi are cuddled together with pillow walls around them and Mrs Seth on her bed already sleeping 

They walked in without waking them and stood there looking contentedly at the children 

Armaan felt the scene too intimate 

He wanted this forever ,the unbidden thought rushed into his mind and Janani chose that moment to lean her head on to his shoulders 

"Don't take my babies away from me Armaan" she mumbled before passing out 

He silently picked her up and carried her to her room and placed her on the bed 

He unhooked the buttons of her dress to make her more comfortable without removing the dress and he covered her with the duvet 

He slowly tucked the wayward fringes of her hair behind her ears and bent down to press a light kiss on her forehead 

"Why are you so difficult to understand Janani??"

Janani Trivedi has something that is very very precious to Armaan Verma. So when Armaan storms into her life to reclaim what's his, Janani let's the forbidding businessman believe the worst of her

Though Janani Trivedi seems gentler that Armaan has known of, he's resolved to make her pay. 

Let's see what happens when Janani's secret is out!! 
Or how the formidable businessman works it out

PS : Inspired from Mills and Boon

"What the hell, dude?" Taro literally squealed as he heard the announcement.  
Since the ruckus in the meeting room was huge, no one other than their small group heard his squeal. It wasn't a pathetic squeal at all; rather it was a squeal with extreme grief in it. Although, it did sound a little bit annoying, so the squad felt thankful for the ruckus since it cut down the audibility of the squeal down a notch.
"Well, you got what you wanted, right? Annual day in two months. You were spot on about the announcement!" Kunjan tried doing a cheerful voice, but with his stoic face, it seemed as if he was trying to openly mock Taro.
"Argh… Not now, plankton. Not now. You know what I meant, right? I thought we were gonna get another two months of nothing to do. Instead, what do we have now? We gotta pump up our classes into accelerated mode to take two months portions in one! This isn't what I wanted." Taro groaned and cried quite a bit.
Kunjan sighed. "If you think we've got it hard, look around you right now." The plankton paused for a moment and urged Taro to turn around and look at each and every one of them.  
Initially, Taro thought that the plankton meant it metaphorically, but with him having to turn around like that, he understood that he literally meant it.
"Yea, I looked around. Now what?" The Wadorian asked.
"See the panic in their faces?" Kunjan asked.
"Yup, just like the one we have right now." Taro replied.
"There's a distinct difference in our look and theirs." The plankton corrected him.
Taro looked around to reconfirm if he missed any difference in their expression. "What's that difference? I don't sense anything!" He exclaimed. The alien wanted answers.
"Look around once again. However, this time around, look out for our fellow English teachers." Kunjan ordered, to which Taro nodded his head.
The one thing that he noticed was that the English teachers he saw had much more relaxed expressions than the others, with Malayalam and Hindi teachers joining in this relaxed group.
By no means had they seemed as if they achieved nirvana or something, but the panic in their faces was much less compared to what Science teachers had.
"Is this the power of language?" Taro asked as he turned back towards the plankton.
"Rather than it being the power of language or something stupid like that, it's the relief of having comparatively easy portions to take. For the science teachers and stuff, they gotta take their classes multiple times for the students to get half of what they want to convey. Unlike them, the language teachers have to spend way less for the students to engrave their teachings in their heart. Now, look at the Malayalam teacher." Kunjan pointed towards a Malayalam teacher and ordered.
"Hmm, she looks relaxed, I guess?" Taro shrugged, not understanding the meaning behind why Kunjan made him look over at that woman.
"You know, Malayalam has the most to write even when compared with Social Sciences and all?" The plankton asked.
"Really?"
"Yup. And yet she looks calm as heck. Do you know why?" Kunjan asked again.
"Well, Malayalam is these kids' mother tongue, isn't it? Maybe that makes it easier for them?" Taro guessed.
"That's right. Also, its story based teaching, just like English, makes it the easiest subject for the students. So, it's not the length, it's the ease of understanding that worries most of the teachers here. However, we are in that language category. Think about your classes. I mean, you teach kids who are more than well versed in English. So, even if the syllabus is a bit more, they would pick up what you say pretty quickly. You also teach the polar opposite of the students, don't you? I mean, the second graders may find it harder to understand what you say, but their syllabus is seriously less compared to the one that the twelfth graders have." Kunjan paused for a moment before getting to his conclusion. "So, what I meant to say was that we have it way easier compared to what the Science teachers are going through right now." He shrugged.
Taro stayed silent for quite a while as if he was processing what Kunjan just said at a rapid speed. It wasn't just Taro, but the others were in a similar daze as well. What Kunjan didn't realize was that he was going way too fast with his conversational speed that the others had to take a moment to comprehend what he just said.
After a few minutes, Taro finally looked as if fully understood what Kunjan said. "Oh, yea! They definitely have it rough. I just wanted to vent about something." Taro gave out a sly smile.
"I see. I hope you had fun venting out." Kunjan spoke.
"Oh yea, I did." Taro gave out an even brighter smile.
"Cool. If that's done, let's go back to our respective classes. Or else, Thankappan might bring up that conspiracy theory of his yet again." The plankton said as he got up from his seat.
"Did you just mention me or something?" Thankappan, who was in a trance of some sorts, snapped out of it when he heard his name being thrown out.
"Nah, not really. Maybe it's just your imagination." Kunjan replied as he hastened his pace.
"Hey, wait! Hear me out about the theory we spoke about earlier." Thankappan tried stopping Kunjan, but the plankton was a step ahead of the junior agent.
"Yea, no. Not gonna happen. Didn't you hear the principal saying us to hurry? So, why the hell are we even here right now?" The plankton asked as he amped up his pace.
"Wait a minute. We're coming as well!" The others followed suit.
"You guys do that. Since I'm in the same block, I'll just loiter around here." Taro said as he waved goodbye to his roommates.
"Bye, Sadanandan!" The others waved back. At this point, they became familiar enough with his other alias that they don't accidently call him by his real name out in the open anymore.
"Yea." After the lads left, Taro stared at the empty podium for the longest time before getting up. "Ha, I got a lot to do this month, huh?" He mumbled with his fist still clenched, holding off Scarlet from running away.
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Back in the class, the students seemed to be eagerly waiting for him. Initially, he didn't get why, but soon enough he understood the reason. The principal calling for a massive meeting like the one that day was always a big deal. So, they were naturally curious as to why she called on them.
However, even after getting it, Taro decided to act oblivious for his own personal pleasure. "What happened? Why are you all looking so restless?" He asked.
"Princi called for you guys, didn't she? What was that all about?" Juan asked.
"Oh, that? She wanted us to accelerate with our portions since we lost valuable time with the flood and all. So, let me tell this to you already. The portions we were meant to take slowly in about two months or so, we are supposed to take them in a month. I mean, it is fine for me since we're talking about English here and you guys are smart enough to grasp it. However, it is gonna be way harder for you lot, since I'm not the only one who's gonna rush with their chapter. Damn, I can't even imagine learning two months' worth of Social and Science in just one month. I guess it'll be a lot of fun for you lot." Taro replied with a smirk on his face.
"How is that fair? It's not our fault that a natural calamity came by. If anything, the board should extend the dates of our exams or reduce the portions or something." Ross shouted out in frustration.
"Meh, you're lying." Juan, who looked dead straight into Taro's eyes, spoke.
"What do you mean?" Taro asked, still keeping that smirk on his face.
"You're enjoying it way too much. I'm not sure about it, but I feel like either you are lying about it entirely or you're hiding parts of the announcement made just to see our reactions. Or hell, you're just a full-on sadist who enjoys seeing us suffer." Juan shrugged.
"I guess I understand why he thought that the kid was part of the MIB now. He's way too intuitive for his own good. It's either that or he's pulling off an extremely wild guess." Taro thought, as he secretly awed at Juan's skills. "Who knows, it might just be the third option, you know?" Taro was the one who did the shrug this time.
"Yup. That's entirely possible." Juan nodded his head.
And with that, the class erupted to a level that Taro didn't fathom. The voice of disagreement rang out from the class to the point that the entire block could hear it.
Concerned that it might piss off certain people, Taro decided to reveal the truth. "Chill out, guys! Although the two month thing is the truth, the reason we're doing it is because in two months, we're gonna have our annual day." He proclaimed, to which the class erupted—just for an entirely different reason this time.
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Normal-taro is an alien; his real name is something that literally converts into Normal- taro in human language. He is of the planet Wados which translates to the 'planet of abnormalities'. Here, everyone has superpowers. And our Normal-taro works in disaster management in this superhuman muddled world. But all of a sudden, he just transported to Earth. Will he survive?

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[Note: The artwork in my cover does not belong to me. So, I'll be taking it off if the original artist asks me to do so.]
Cover edit: ZinonWonder

* JAPANESE FANTASY NOVELS

Japanese Fantasy novels have made extensive exploration of the Western Fantasy concepts. Japanese people are constantly being outsourced into various fantasy worlds, and the average Japanese wouldn't be surprised to one day wake up and find himself in a different world or in a room with white walls and white tiles.

They have also spread the notion that being squashed by a big, heavy truck is perhaps, not necessarily a bad thing !

* WHY JAPANESE NOVELS FAIL …

The Rise of the Shield Hero
Mushoku Tensei
A Realist Hero's Reform Chronicles
Tensei Shitara Slime Datta Ken
Tsuki Michibiku Isekai Douchouu

These are some of the popular novels which we know. Each of them is very unique in it's own way and have become popular in it's own right. It would be incorrect to call them a failure, as they have correctly captured their intended audience – the Japanese teenage audience. However, when thinking about a broad perspective, these novel become obsolete when it competes on a global level with other web novels, and the majority of the reason for their deficiency is simple – the Protagonist in these novels is a typical Japanese light novel protagonist, who is naïve and a dumb virgin idiot. It is as if he has never received any sex education, and would always talk some naïve things which do not match with his current situation. Their behavior is somewhat correct given that these protagonists are usually high school kids, but the readers have difficulty accepting such an immature protagonist.

Web novels are about accumulating wealth, women and power. So when a reader reads the protagonist behaving like a dumb virgin when a girl approaches him, or when he does not actively seek wealth and power, the reader is bound to get angry and disappointed.

A good example can be found in the following example :

In Tsuki ga Michibiku, the Protagonist Makoto establishes a business half-heartedly, and his business is more like charity to the hyumans, the same hyumans the majority of whom treat him like sh*t and had killed his subordinates. Instead of developing his Asora realm, where we might have enjoyed him developing a realm and being a king or even god, he keeps roaming throughout the world unnecessarily.

Also, he had two beautiful subordinates who are eager to have sex with him, but apparently he sees them as 'sisters' or 'family', so he cannot do that. (Perhaps he has not read any incest hentai, or heard of Kiss X Sis)

Note that this is not just about sex, as there was a very broad scope for plot development in Tsuki ga Michibiku. For example, Makoto could have properly developed the Asora realm, showing us some world building and kingdom building. He could even have married Tomoe and Mio and their kids would have been demi gods who would do various mischiefs in the hyuman realm. There might have even been wars of Asora vs hyumans.

In short, the Japanese protagonists have disappointing characteristics on a global scale, and are not entertaining to read.

* SOLUTION FOR ALL THIS…

Japanese isekai novels have good would building (from light novel and web novel perspective), and this fact cannot be ignored.

My idea is simple, that is to write a fan fiction of a pre-existing light novel or use the basic ideas and rewrite the novel, the only change being the utterly virgin protagonist. The protagonist would simply be 'de-virginized' and re-introduced. This change might seem small but actually opens up a lot of routes for novel writing. (as in Tsuki ga Michibiku example)

The protagonists in these isekai novels are already powerful, and if they are re-written of as being mature, smart and driven by ambition, then they would become warlords, making the story even more interesting to read.

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beginning of at first.....
         it's when I started studying at my grandma's home. 
                     The first day of school, something like, "we know what we are, but know not what We may be":- Shakespeare.
                         I'm nervous and my heart beat is very fast,I can't control myself being weird. I'm afraid of being a hated person or bored personality. I looked every corner of the school students are walking, talking, laughing, playing they all are seem very happy. About I just wanted to get in my class and be alone.
                        Problem,I know that I'm going to face a big issue, language difference and learning difference,I don't how to write and read malayalam,but for the god sake,at least I know to spoke. then , I'm walking through the varanda
I don't which class I belong, there are three divisions A,B,C .
          C is malayalam medium,A and B is English medium. I looked around and asked to a girl, she is very beautiful look pretty her name is angle the first person and my first friend at school. She is very smart and creative student .she belongs to list of full A+ grade children's. her dad works in our principal's office.
                            she helped me to find the class and good thing is she is my classmate also.
and bad thing is I got shoked and nervous when i see then children's in my class they are more than thirty students.I walked fast and sat on a bench. I'm not good looking and my personality more worse than looks. one of the them asked me to introduce myself.Then she got shoked and said: wow??!.
              I know, getting a friend from another state of country that cool. But only when we were children's. Because when we realise, State and language never matters if we wanted to study. Then everyone started to talk with me!
and I felt some relief, I never thought,they will be this much friendly to me. Because when I'm at utterpradesh, At there, every students used to bully me or making fun of me. because I'm stupid and my grades are very low. some of my teachers also hated me. But that doesn't matter,
my mom always supported me, she is my everything that's why I'm still alive.
                        Later, I talked to everyone in my class. They are very nice and kind.
That was my new experience at that moments.
Shool Bell ringed , everyone stood up for prayer.
then, it finished our class teacher entered in the class every said greetings. I my heart beat more Faster than before, because I had stage fear and I'm afraid of being noticable person in public so , I have fear to introduce my self front of the class.
                              Then,my chance came to introduce, Honestly it's really shameful, if a ten year old girl don't know how to introduce herself in the class or anywhere. And that was embarassing moment for me.
I just felt to cry ,later I feel nothing.
I just hope on myself one day  I will overcome my fear and everything will be alright. I sat down on my place and class began teachers introducing themselves, every children's laughing, and saying joke's along with teacher.
that was so amazing. About me, I really don't know how to make fun or joke's with everyone, so I just listened to them without saying a word.
unexpectedly, a girl came near and sat next to me, And she asked about my friends,mom,and family, then we get along very well.
                        She is like grace person and Very smart,she is very flexible and very good at dancing.she is really good at expressing and understanding feelings.she's Name is Sandra .
I love her.she is one of my favourite person.
she gave me lot of good memories and lessons. And later, she started talking with me,and introduce her friends to me. 
                                 First day of school that was awesome,and very nice to remember.
              IT'S BEGAN......

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