A man that is born for the third time in a 'Manga world' along with her adopted daughter(which is actually an alien Btw)

I mean these are one-shots, if there are any like NSFW ones I'll make sure to put a warning so USE YOUR EYES
-Moron
*cough* and cause I"m staff on Twilight Scans anyone who reads there is required by law to read this *CougH*

Everyone is put into a category. That category determines whether you live or die. An 18 year old girl has still yet to discover if she’s going to live or die, scans happen at least twice a year to keep a balance within this world, so says the Hierarchy. 
Who would you side with? The people who want to survive and be normal or the people forced to live for their purpose before they die. Thats up to you to decide.

Everyone is put into a category. That category determines whether you live or die. An 18 year old girl has still yet to discover if she’s going to live or die, scans happen at least twice a year to keep a balance within this world, so says the Hierarchy. 
Who would you side with? The people who want to survive and be normal or the people forced to live for their purpose before they die. Thats up to the Hierarchy if Uma gets to live.

"Sold!" That single word sealed her fate. In some twisted fantasy, it's a mysterious stranger who comes to buy her and makes her his bride. In reality, it's a fat pervert whose fold jingles as he walks. He has a disgusting smile on his face as he scans her naked body from head to toe. They slap the slave brand on her and she's carted away. A series of misfortunate events surround this poor soul as she navigates life on her home planet and this is her story.

[Author Note: Hello. I want to address a few things before you start reading this fanfiction. I don't own Naruto and any of it's characters. I only own my OC. This is my first time writing a novel. This will not be a harem. No R-18 Scenes.]
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My name is Kirito Kirigaya. I was born an orphan, but I wanted to change my fate. So, I went to the library every day to study and earn knowledge. I went to school; from there I went to college. I got the best scholarship for MIT from College.
In MIT, I got a PhD for various subjects like Science, Maths, Computer, Business, Engineering and Law. I also learned different languages, for example I learned English, Russian, Japanese, Arabic, Portuguese, Spanish, German and Chinese.
After College, I made new technologies and introduced many ground-breaking discoveries. I got a lot of money for these discoveries and made many companies and became one of the richest people on Earth. I also opened orphanages and schools for the orphans to change their lives.
I was secretly an otaku. I watched anime, manga and novels when I had free time. I got the ideas of several of my discoveries from them. Today, if my experiment was a success, I would have made the best discovery in the history of Mankind. The technology I am making is called "Med Pod". 
The Med Pod is a sealed container which scans a body. After scanning the body, if it finds any disease in it, it eradicates it. If the body is lacking in somethings like Vitamins, Minerals, Calcium, etc, the Med Pod would inject it into the body. With the use of Med Pod, all the diseases would be cured, and no one would have to suffer through illness.
[Medical Lab]
I am watching as a patient with Blood Cancer enters the Medical Pod. The lid of the Medical Pod becomes sealed. The Med Pod scans the patient and it finds Cancer. The Med Pod injects a serum into the brain which stops the body from creating additional cells which stops the Cancer. The lid of the Med Pod becomes unsealed and the patient comes out.
The next patient, a person with Hepatitus comes in and sits in the Med Pod. The Med Pod scans the body and it finds the Hepatitus. The Med Pod inserts a vaccine into the patient's Liver which ceases the inflammation in the Liver which causes the Hepatitus to be eradicated. The patient exits the Med Pod
Just one last test and the Med Pod would be safe to be introduced to the Public.
The next patient with AIDS comes in and the Med Pod starts. AIDS is found and the Med injects a serum into the body strengthening its Natural Killer Cells [NK- Cells] to fight against AIDS. After an hour, the NK Cells defeat AIDS. The patient comes out in a healthy condition.
*Wave of Applause*
"We did it, we have rid humanities from all diseases." says a Scientist excitedly.
"Congratulations Team, we did it. Let's get ready for the Press Conference Tomorrow and introduce it to the World." I say and as I head towards my office to pack up for the day.
As I am packing up, a man enters my office. He is John, My best friend from College. I have gone through every ordeal I faced together with him.
"Congratulation Man, you did it and have found a cure to all diseases." John says as I hug him. Suddenly, I feel a cold feeling near my belly. I turn my eyesight below and see that John has inserted a knife in my belly. I feel weak because of the blood loss but I ask, "Why… Why did you do it?"
John says with regret, "You have made many discoveries but left nothing for me. You took all the fame and money and I… I was left behind. If you had introduced the Med Pod, I would have been left in the dust. Sorry, but I had to do it."
Kirito falls to the ground because of the blood loss. He takes his last breath as his eyes close, never to open again in this world.
[Void]
I open my eyes and all I see is darkness around me. I try to move my body, but I feel that I don't have one. I see below and find that there is only a bright light in the place of my body.
Suddenly, a being with two wings attached to his back appears in front of me.
"I am the angel who presides over life, death and the cycle of reincarnation." The being says and adds, "I will be judging your karma. Depending on your karma you can enter Heaven, Hell or Reincarnate with some wishes and your memory."
I wanted to confirm something so I asked, "Can I reincarnate anywhere? Even the worlds of Fiction?"
"Yes." The angel answers my question. The angel then opens a book which contains the deeds which I had done in his life and says in a stunned voice, "You have an exceptional amount of karma. You obtained a lot of karma by saving many people's lives as you found a cure for all the diseases." And adds, "Would you like to go to Heaven or Reincarnate?"
"I want to reincarnate in Naruto." I say as I answer the angel.
"You get 3 wishes. What will they be?"
I think for some time before I answer," I would like the
1. The Otsutsuki Bloodline.
2. Adaptable Body.
3. System that has [Gamer] Ability No Quests, No Shop."
"Good Wishes, off you go"
My soul leaves the void.

"Azure, at least try to look interested."

A black haired teen with brown eyes hovering around fourteen said over the chatter of thirty other students. He is Hajime Nagumo, the son of a relatively large game company CEO and Shoujo Managka.

"Oh...Look Hajime these trees are so interesting." 

"Azure, if you always keep your indifferent attitude no girl will want to be with you." Hajime sighed as he worried about his friend.

"Show what you know. Your mother has offered to come to my room and show me a thing or two." Azure said to his friend with a wink as he watched his friend switch between disgust and anger. "...In drawing females poses."

"Azure, that was just mean." a girl with long black hair and brown eyes said as she looked over the back of her seat.

"Well, jokes aside, she did show me a thing or two in drawing." Azure chuckled as he watched the two shake their heads at him. Azure just gave Hajime a final glance, 'Not knowing that your mother really did offer to pose for me won't hurt you.'

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When the ride finally ended, Azure let out a yawn as he looked around Kyoto Station. It is Japan's second largest station building with its own mall, hotel and even movie theater. There were also some government facilities in the fifteen story station, but Azure didn't care about those.

He watched as their teacher stood in front of everyone explaining the rules. They were basically told to stay in their groups and follow their schedules. Soon, everyone broke off into their group of five with their chaperone hovering not far behind. They were some of the parents for other students, since they offered to come along. Even his own parents offered, but the school banned them due to their super perverts status.

"Hey Azure where do you think we should visit first?" Hajime asked the only other male in their group.

The two were paired together with three girls from another class and never actually interacted with them before. While they were sort of cute looking, they were more like the mob characters that pop up in the background of the manga. So they weren't perfect or bad either.

"I don't think we have the choice." Azure pointed to the three girls and the woman chaperoning them. They were already walking towards the first target which was the observation tower out front. 

"Ah, that's probably true."

"Well, we do have a list of destinations to visit, so I don't really care what order we go in." Azure said as they followed behind the girls.

For the next couple hours, Azure's group just continued to visit a couple shops and visit Kiyomizu-dera. While the girls were chatting, Azure and Hajime hung back a little since they couldn't keep up with topics the girls brought up. One moment they were talking about a key chain then the next was underwear.

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"Azure, do you know what they are doing? How is it possible for them to trip on perfectly flat ground."

"Maybe it's the legendary 'panties flash,' that often appears in manga and anime." Azure replied as they watched the girls trip and flashed their panties. One of them even had a teddy bear on them.

"Do you think they are going to get mad at us for seeing?" Hejime asked as the girls looked around trying to see if anyone saw.

"I highly doubt it as they seem to have forgotten about us. Even our chaperone did." Azure said as their eyes drifted to the mid to late thirties housewife.

The woman who was looking over them was the parent of the teddy bear panties girl as they had black hair and brown eyes. She was in full parenting mode checking them over and placing band aids on their knees.

"Umm, shouldn't we be heading back now?" Hejime called out to them.

"Whoa, I totally forgot about you two." The chaperone was completely shocked.

"Should a chaperone really be saying that."

"Ours did without a hint of remorse." Azure commented as they headed to their hotel from dinner.

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While Azure was walking around Kyoto, inside his grimoire Kara was treating a depressed dragon and cat. Both Tiamat and Kuroka were sitting with their heads on the table with a gloomy aura around them.

Unable to figure out what was wrong with them, Kara just gave up and asked them.

"It seems like Master doesn't like me anymore. I miss him taking us in the dungeon with him, his hands running across my body, or his eyes lingering on my boobs." Kuroka cried out. "Now since he claimed my virginity, it's like I'm a nuisance."

"You're not alone, his latest reason for punishment sounded more like an excuse than to spend time with us. I even gave him my virginity I've been saving over the centuries." Tia groaned out depressed.

"Really, I thought you already did it beforehand." Kuroka said, completely shocked.

"I wish, but certain dragon races can only have one mate in life. Mine just happens to be one."

"That sucks, but did we do something to annoy him? He wasn't this mean in the past." Kuroka whined.

Kara who was listening felt a bit sorry for them, as Master did seem to be more petty lately. It couldn't be he was evolving since he was human, but was Master completely human? The spells say he is, but he was left on the doorsteps and if a blood is diluted enough it won't appear on the scans. Was it possible for him to awaken his bloodline and if so which kind?

"Well Master already went through puberty, but could it be the awakening of a really diluted bloodline? It would explain his recent coldness and pettiness."

"I doubt it, since it would have to be a really diluted one to not appear in our scans. The chances would be like less than one percent." Tiamat said as she thought it over. "Even if he did, what kind of bloodline would even activate now and not before puberty where the chances are a bit higher."

"Well, Master has always been possessive and loved either watching or feeling our bodies. He also lost his virginity so it might be a more sexually oriented race?" Kuroka tapped her chin. "I don't really have a good guess as to what kind or he could just be a pervert."

"I don't know but whatever it is is powerful since it was over a week if it began after he lost his virginity." Tia said, making both Kara and Kuroka agree.

"Well, I wouldn't worry too much. Master plans to take Kuroka out after his meeting with the Yokai leader." Kara said backing Kuroka bounced back to normal.

"What about me? Wait, why should I care." Tia asked, trying to pout but clearly excited.

"I guess wait and see." Kara could only say as she had no idea what Azure had planned for them.

'I am sorry master, but it's true you've been ignoring them lately.' Kara thought.

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Sitting at the dining table, Azure felt a weird sensation run through his back. It felt like Kara did something unnecessary but would help him in the long run. So, he will let it slide for the time being, but will lightly 'reward' her somehow.

A young man dies due to his best friend and roommate messing around by throwing knifes around the apartment. After being given a chance and trying to refuse to reincarnate, he is given three wishes. So three overpowered wishes and meeting an old pervert in a park, Azure decides to collect hot and busty maids.

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Warnings:

R-18

OP MC with no real goal beside collecting Maids (Harem Members) as they appear. follow along the main story

May contain lots of plot holes as this more of amusement than a serious story.

May or may not have some gender blend character depending on fate (coin flip).

This may or may not be updated often as once again it more of writing for amusement than anything.

I am posting this on Royalroad
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I think the doctors over the course of my short life have taken enough blood to fill everyone in this damn hospital. 
Hi I'm Gene. I've somehow contacted a virulent form of cancer coming in contact with stuff not properly shielded during my years as a weapons and armament specialist in the military. 
after my tours ended I left to have a normal civilian life.
Yeah about that.
 I was not even close to special forces fit, but I did turn heads while not in uniform and appreciative nods in the bedroom.  
after leaving the military and getting finishing up my aeronautical degree and working for a small airplane company I started to feel weakness in my joints. 
After months of going to the gym and not getting better I finally went to the doctor and after several tests and scans they found out I have a very aggressive form of cancer.
 My lawyer got the military to foot the bill for my treatment. 
A year later I'm hooked up to more machines than a space shuttle. 
Oh please make the pain and weakness stop. 
my whole body hurts but I'm not giving up.
fading out from the pain meds suddenly I hear screaming as I feel like I'm being squeezed out a tube.
Push baby, Push once more. 
Everything's blurry and smells. 
my hands look weird what's happening.
never got this hallucination from my meds before. suddenly somethings shoved im my face and warm liquid is coming out. 
my God it's a huge tit.
I'm actually breastfeeding from a massive tit.
and slowly fade out.
I'm now 1 years old and have figured out I've reincarnated like some manga novel into a baby. 
apparently my family is living in an old bomb shelter in a world that went ww3.
not quite fall**t but apparently close enough to be on the real end. 
my family at the moment consists of mom, dad, big sis, and around 20 others in this community that gathered around my family's shelter. it's 50 years give or take since the bombs fell.

growing up after the apocalypse with a system

And so I apologized to everyone for worrying and lying to them, in all honesty, I am still shocked by the results of the contest. We were called to meet our editor in the SAESHA office to know the comments from the judges and give his opinion on our work. I went with Yasuyuki as he is our story writer.
"We are half an hour early, let's go walk around while we have some extra time."
Yasu seems to be a bit nervous and got loads of things inside his head.

"Yeah, we came here unprepared. I literally don't know what we are going to talk about, aside from the comments and reviews."
We came here unsure about what we are going to talk about, I literally still can't believe we are doing this.
"Let's just answer whatever questions they ask."
Yasu replied unenthusiastically and put both of his behind his head.
"Yeah, right."

I looked at him and nodded in agreement.
"Come let's head over to the convenience store and see the latest issue."
So we came over to this convenience store and grab some grubs then scan over the latest issue. And we saw an interview chapter of Hanako or known for her pen name 'Makaino Joji'.
"I still can't believe Hanako is your cousin."
I mused as I literally still can't believe it, surprising and shocking.
"Even I can't imagine all about her, she is a happy-go-lucky girl. She's the type of girl that wants to be treated like a princess."
Yasu says those words and in the end, gave a creepy smile.
"Your face shows it all, you have no choices of your perversion tendencies. Either family or friends as long as you can have it."
I looked at him with a straight face.
"Well, look at her answers pretty interesting right."
Yasu handed me a copy of the weekly magazine.
'I transferred to a school where my cousin is studying and his childhood friend established the mangaka club there, although the school was in the dark because of the previous misconceptions. The club president and his friends are doing their best to bring it back to the light, and I love their passion and determination that is why I decided to join them.'
That was Hanako's answer in the interview.
"That's what I saw on you, during those days we were making the SECRET SCHOOL CLUB."
Yasu looks straight at the SAESHA building.
"Yeah, thank you for everything."
I turn towards him and grabs his shoulder then smile.
"But don't think of that I'll go that line."
Yasu smirks at me.
"AAAAH what are you suggesting?!"
I clearly understood his reference.
"HAHAHAHA! Alright, times up let's go?"
We head our way to SAESHA's office.
"Hello, how may I help you?"
The guard approaches us,
"Ah, yeah, we have an appointment for our editor."
Yasu's clearly nervous and it was clear from his voice.
"Oh, please head towards the front desk and she'll call your editor."
The guard points towards a girl in an office dress.
"Thank you so much!"
We then entered the building and was astonished by its simplistic design.
"Welcome, do you have an appointment?"
The attendant smiles,
"Ah, Yes we do have an appointment at 3'o clock with Kiichi Naru of Weekly Shokunen Jade."
Yasu, I know you're nervous but you could just calm down you are shaking.
"Wait...a minute, I'll call them for you… Hi, there are students looking for Mr.Kiichi Naru….Yes, understand. Bye."
The attendant puts down the phone and pointed towards the cubicles in the lobby.
"Please proceed to cubicle number 8, and Mr.Kiichi Naru will come to you shortly."
As she instructed we headed towards the cubicles and as we get closer to the area my heart started to tighten as the environment went from calm to tense, the hair in the back of my neck slowly rising and I felt cold. That is when I found out that aiming for something like serialization and becoming a professional mangaka isn't that easy.
"Are you guys,Yasuyuki Okamura and Kenji Yoshikawa?"
A man entered our cubicle, then he introduced himself.
"I'm Kiichi Naru, your assigned editor. I'll read you the comments from the judges although I am not allowed to show this one."
Kiichi sits down in front of us with a sheet of paper where the said comments of the judges are printed.

"First of, I'll introduce the judges. Kaho Yoshimitsu, Oda Tsugumi, Jinji Eto, BASSATSU Prod., and our assistant editors-in-chief"
We just sat there quietly and let him continue speaking.
"All of the professional mangaka's gave you pretty good scores, but our editors gave you low scores do you know why?"
Kiichi looked at us in curiosity as to why we made the manga.
"We don't really know."
Yasu scratches his head and smiled awkwardly.
"HAHAHA, I see just relax I won't eat you alive, this is very nostalgic for first-timers coming around here, anyway the genre is a mystery, which doesn't really suit the Shokunen Jade's readers taste, well some I think but as a subgenre."
Kiichi gave his first round of review then continued,
"Overall, I think this is a well-written story piece of mystery and slice of life, for those people who are into it. However, this is like more of a novel than a manga. The narration is too long and the conversations are too much explanatory."
We were shocked about what he called our manga, A novel, right he called it a novel.
"You see, the manga is like the western comics. The story should be told by the art and the characters, not by the storytelling itself."
Kiichi took a brief pause and stared at us for a second,
"Would you like some coffee or tea?"
He asked and pulls out the telephone
"Y-Yeah, Thanks, I'll have a coffee."
Yasu still can't get over the shock that his story was called a novel rather than a manga.
"I'll have coffee too."
I replied in a calm manner, then I proceed to ask.
"Could you please tell us what is a JADE-like story?"
I asked an obvious question to Mr.Kiichi as I am bugged to what he means that our story wasn't cut off in SHOKUNEN JADE.
"Let's look at two examples, here, You see your protagonist is more of an ordinary person than this one, BARUTO he may be a ninja but he has flashy superpowers, of course, it would be bad if the whole magazine just shows some protagonist with superpowers but…. Your story is good it's just that your protagonist is a little too weak."
Kiichi gave me a serious look on his face as he was explaining things to us.
"By the way, how is my art?"
I want to know if I have also flaws with my art for I am just new.
"I think you have very good drawing skills, but you still have flaws. Perhaps, you're new to using pens? Even so, the judges gave you pretty good scores of 3 because I think they see room for improvement, they don't want you to feel down."
Kiichi answered my question straightforwardly as he scans the sheet of paper to look at my scores.

"You're illustrations, however, are not manga art, these are too realistic. As for the background, they separate from the characters, but they look the same."
I see I was thinking of making it to my own art style but it doesn't work that way.
"Kenji just started practicing dip pens 3 months ago, also someone does our art, side characters, and effects."
Yasu explained why the illustrations are too scattered.
"I remember now, you're a school club. No wonder, you still have long ways to go but no worries all have to do is keep on practicing, trying to adjust to the art style and you will surely get good at it."
Kiichi finally told us the last comments and thoughts about our manga, wrote down his personal email address, and phone number then hands over his business card.

After that, he continued to tell us his opinions about our work, he was complimenting quite a lot but for me, or Yasu it was all a constructive criticism for us to improve a lot better.
Then we talked a lot more about our work and personal things.

"As a child, Kenji Yoshikawa did everything by himself and dropped it once he was bored. But his family is full of mystery, especially his father, a retired mangaka. After finding out the secret behind his father's actions, he decided to pursue becoming a mangaka. After this, surprisingly, he somehow managed to get into a harem due to his manga works."

Megan and I work in publishing. It's not a large publishing house, but it seems to do a fair amount of business: mostly small-press fiction and cookbooks. But a while ago one of the major importers of Japanese manga went out of business, and that's when Megan and I got hired. Our boss, Mr. Salvatore, saw a great big hole open up in the market, and decided to try and fill as much of it as he could.
 
In college Megan and I worked in a scanslation ring. That's a group of people who translate foreign comics that aren't licensed locally. We did it as a hobby, and because I'm addicted to books with pictures. Mr. Salvatore got our names through the anime club at college, and we've been working for him since graduation, along with another of our friends: Fumiko.
 
Our work takes up the first two units of a strip of single-story offices. We share the parking lot with all the others, but it's still usually pretty empty. Today, however, there were two notable additions. Mr. Salvatore's fancy little sports car with its tinted windows, and a massive Hummer that was parked next to it.
 
"He's back," I groused. After the incident at last year's New Year's party, Mr. Salvatore had disappeared on sabbatical. I'd been just as happy: I like my job, but Mr. Salvatore creeps me out.
 
"Yep," Megan agreed cheerfully as she pulled into a free spot next to the Hummer.
 
"You knew!" I accused.
 
Megan laughed. She knows how I feel about Mr. Salvatore. "He's not a vampire, Abby," Megan said. "And this way you haven't been getting all wound up about it the whole drive over."
 
I frowned. "Alright," I conceded. "But how did you know?"
 
Megan grinned and fished out her smart phone. "I get work emails forwarded," she said. "You really need to upgrade. He got in a little past midnight and scheduled an all-hands meeting for this morning."
 
I sniffed. It was an old argument. Megan liked to keep up with the newest tech, and I liked what I knew. So I liked my flip phone. Plus, given the rate at which technology goes out of date, my phone was probably old enough to have achieved legendary status. I was carrying around the Hrunting of communications devices! Although, come to think of it, Hrunting did break in Beowulf's time of greatest need. So maybe Megan had a point. But, whatever. Besides....
 
"Past midnight?" I asked as I got out of Megan's car and started toward our office's entrance. "Vampire."
 
"Oh, sure," Megan said. "You know, it'll take more than the occasional late arrival to convince me."
 
"Occasional?" I protested. "Have we had a single video conference in the last year that wasn't after hours? And for that matter, why is it that he's always just a photo of a sunset on those calls, instead of streaming video?"
 
"Gee, I don't know," Megan said teasingly. "Maybe it's because he's been in a different time zone. And perhaps he hasn't had a webcam available." She stuck her tongue out at me playfully. She's never perturbed when I go off to crazy-ville. In fact, I think she enjoys debunking my theories because it forces me to come up with crazier ones.
 
"Yeah, right," I said. "Or maybe he just can't be filmed. He probably never left the city, and that 'sabbatical' is just a cover story for some kind of vampire politics thing."
 
"You know," Megan countered, "I just use a picture of a kitten when we conference call. Maybe I'm a vampire."
 
I stopped and stared at Megan. She stopped and looked back at me. Her poker face was in place -- I recognized it because I've seen her use it on guys when they're trying to tell if their flirting is getting them anywhere.
 
"Don't be silly," I said. "I've seen your home setup. You just don't have a web camera." Then, having completely undermined her argument (and therefore, conversely, proven mine) I turned and marched into the office. Megan followed.
 
Our department -- the imported manga department -- consists of one office, two desks, and three people.
 
Fumiko was a Japanese/American student who had majored in business and been part of our scanslation ring. Her job was to get us licenses and other clients -- we do a small amount of print-on-demand work for independent Japanese artists who like the idea of their work being available in the American market. She also did a lot of the rough translating. Fumiko worked from home.
 
Megan worked at the secretarial desk outside our office. She claims she picked that spot because it's nice and open, and it gives her the opportunity to make googly eyes at the mailman, but that's just an excuse. I'm pretty sure she did it so I'd have the office to myself and could hide out if I needed to. I support this theory with the facts that 1) Megan is an awesome friend, 2) she's used the position to act as a buffer between me and coworkers and 3) our mailman is a woman. Megan's job is to do all the image manipulation required in translating a manga: she takes scans of the manga and clears out the text bubbles, then picks appropriate fonts and fills them back in with my translations.
 
That's my job: I clean up the translations. English is Fumiko's second language, so she does the rough translations and helps me with any really strange kanji that come up, but I make sure the final English translation reads well in addition to conveying the intended message. It still surprises me that something which started out as a hobby in college has become my full time job. I keep expecting to be told it was a mistake and we've all been fired -- but it hasn't happened yet. Not even when Mr. Salvatore went on his surprise sabbatical.
 
I left Megan at her desk and went through to mine. Sure enough, there was an email waiting for me when I my computer finished booting up. It was time stamped for 12:13 last night, and asked all team leaders and available employees to attend a state-of-the-company meeting in the break room at nine.
 
Technically, Megan was our team lead by merit of working at the office and being sociable. But the invite was to all available employees, so I figured she'd drag me along, too. Besides, I had no intention of trying to skip.
 
Being stuck in a crowded room was just about the opposite of my idea of fun -- but I had a healthy suspicion that whatever Murphy had been leading up to this morning was going to be revealed at the meeting. And the longer I had to go without finding out, the bigger a nervous wreck I'd become.
 
So I sighed and accepted the meeting invite. Then I opened the folder for my most recent project and tried to distract myself by polishing the translation of a manga that involved aliens and mummies and robots and girls in ball gowns with corsets so tight their boobs threatened to burst off the page and out of my screen.
 
Actually, as distractions go, it worked pretty well.

Abigail is not afraid of anything in particular. She’s just… afraid. All the time. Of everything and everyone. She weaves wild stories to explain her state of perpetual anxiety to the people around her, preferring they treat it as a joke than treat her as a neurotic freak. It’s a plan that works well enough: with a little help from her best friend Megan, Abigail can almost pretend to be normal.

But when Megan decides to help out with Abigail’s love life, Abigail finds herself trapped on a date with a ridiculously sexy man who accidentally lets slip that some of the things Abigail has “made up” are true – and that the rest of the truth is stranger than her fiction.

Suddenly thrown into a world that has turned out to be crazier than she is, Abigail is going to have to learn to cope with werewolves, vampires, faeries, and being passionately kissed – and she’s going to have to learn fast, because there is a shadow war that has been roiling through the background of history, and she’s just come to the attention of all the players.


Bem, mesmo eu tendo ido para uma loja de mangas ontem, quase não falei sobre mangas, por isso só existe uma coisa, que eu posso fazer, mostrar a real totalidade deles.
- Ontem o que viu era apenas a ponta do iceberg, agora vou te apresentar os mangas de verdade.
- Tá, mas tipo eu não vi nada ontem, eu só peguei mangas aleatoriamente, no máximo lembro de um ou outro nome.
- Êh... Claro, claro, mas é que eu sempre quis falar: "apenas a ponta do iceberg" é uma frase muito daora, sabe ela é tipo estilosa, sei lá.
- Suspiro! Vou fingir que não ouvi isso.
De novo esse olhar de desprezo, realmente não entendo porquê, agora vai dizer que unhas pretas e tapa olho também não são legais?
Não responde eu sei, ok!
- Ahan! Agora voltando a minha aula, sobre ....
- Só uma coisa.
- Algum problema?
- Sim, não tenho o menor interesse no que vai dizer, além do mais o recreio está acabando.
- Não se preocupe eu já pensei em tudo.
Trin! O sinal da escola toca, ele estão dão um importante anúncio, hoje teremos "aula livre"... Na real, podemos escolher participar de algum dos times/esportes do interclasses.
Entenda, Hime é uma sedentária, já era antes dos animes, imagina depois, ela com certeza não vai querer participar, sendo um excelente lugar para se esconder, adivinha? Exatamente aqui no terraço, onde viemos parar de algum jeito.
- Como? De onde veio esse recurso de roteiro, para começo de conversa, um evento como esse não seria feito do nada, avisaram muito antes.
- Não se preocupe já pensei em tudo.
Trin! A escola então avisa, que esse é um evento surpresa, para divertir e promover confraternização.
- Que tipo de escola faria isso?
- Você esqueceu, nossa diretora é uma loli estranha, que gosta de fazer uma brincadeiras malucas e quer que todos os alunos sejam amigos.
- Nani!? Quando foi que nossa escola se tornou um lugar idiota desses?
- Só um minutinho
Pego um óculos na minha mala, coloco no rosto.
- Já pensei em tudo.
Digo, enquanto uso o dedo para pressionar os óculos levemente para trás, o que os faz refletir a luz do sol, que sinal maior de inteligência, que a cena do óculos.
- Tá só tem um problema, continua não tendo o menor interesse.
- Não se preocupe já pensei em quase tudo.
A lente do óculos racha, porra! Mó preju só para uma cena de comédia, quero ressarcimento autor!!!!
Puff! Dinheiro vai do céu, reembolso aceito.
Olhei para baixo, lá longe vi uns idiotas tentando fazer uma catapulta, alguém genialmente pensou em colocar a carteira naquilo a perdeu para sempre.
- Como dizem achado não é roubado.
- Mas você sabe que é o dono e...
- Ahan! No mundo da internet o que não falta são a galera do one piece...
- Sério isso? Vai mesmo me meter essa piada de bosta!? Além do mais corta a introdução chata, tem pirataria na internet, agora bora.
- Tá, tá, normalmente procuramos sites para ler nossos mangas, as scans, vulgo deuses, traduzem e postam, então vamos em sites agregadores, que juntam tudo em um lugar só e lemos a vontade, aí sobre qual usar depende do seu gosto, pode ser union, manga livre, tumanga, manga rock, mangakakalot, maga host, que é uma merda, cof! Cof! Enfim…
- Espera! Espera um pouco, por que comecei a te ouvir com atenção do nada?
- Hahahahaha! Cof! Cof! Cof! Cof! Cof! Cof!
Tento fazer a risada de vilão, mas bem… Não vamos falar sobre isso.
- Toma um copo de água.
- Valeu, achei que ia morrer, não sabia que isso podia fuder tanto a garganta.
- Não pode, é só com você.
Ahan! Vamos voltar a porra da história e desculpa pela interrupções.
- Agora voltando vamos abrir o aplicativo pirata da internet, funciona assim…
- Sabe não precisa me explicar, como se estivesse fazendo um algoritmo para um idiota.
Para quem não entendeu a piada, pesquisa o que é algoritmo no google, vai estudar porra!
- Tá, tá, vamos ao importante.
- Ok.
Ela anda em direção a porta.
- Onde está indo?
- Para o mais importante, ué?
- Aí você realmente me quebra. - Fico puto.
…
Após problemas técnicos. Agora vai ser a última tentativa, agora vai.
- Aqui aberto o bagulho, gosto de olhar os lançamentos, para ver o que saiu, se tiver saido um manga que estou lendo ou parece interessante(baseado na capa), eu abro em uma nova guia.
- Bonito julgando livro pela capa.
- Em minha defesa sou muito bom nisso, olha.
Dou uma passada nos mangás, para em um com homens bonitos, uma mulher no meio e algum título idiota.
- Isso aqui é um shoujo harem reverso, provavelmente vai ter haver com príncipes, talvez isekai, ou algo do tipo.
- Hummm! 
Ela clica, dá uma lidinha, então.
- Droga! Ele acertou. - Ela murmura.
- Hehe! - Abro um grande sorriso.
- foi só uma vez, sorte, aposto que já conhecia!
- Quer apostar, escolha os mangás que quiser, me mostre o nome e cara, posso dar uma boa aproximação do conteúdo, para pelo menos uns, sei lá, 75%, melhor 77,63%, porque números precisos passar mais credibilidade.
- Tá, tá, tanto faz, sobre o que é esse.
Ela pega e me mostra Chainsaw Man.
- Foi mal, mas esse é um dos meus mangás favoritos, não vai ter nem graça, mas enfim sem dar spoiler é sobre uma maluco fodido, gado, que faz contrato com um demônio serra bolado e sai matando geral, porque o futuro é pica.
- Tá, né.
- E eu recomendo muito.
- Tá, né.
- Muito mesmo.
- Tá, né.
- Uma das melhore…
- Tá bom porra! Eu leio depois se estiver afim.
- Boa! 
Pulo e comemoro, isso porque estamos numa biblioteca… Esquece, na real agora que ci, é no terraço, então tá safe. 
- Que tal esse.
O bagulho chama reino das artes marciais, tem design chinês, um cara com pose de fodão e uma mina por perto para ficar impressionada, tenho nem que pensar.
- Manga de cultivo, chinês, possivelmente com harem, romance que desenvolve com velocidade mediana diria, além de um protagonista apelão, ou com sensei apelão, ou com conhecimento apelão.
- Humm! Pela sinopse ele é um gênio entre os cultivadores, mas não tem gênero harem, nem romance na real.
- Estava certo, no mínimo na maior parte, além do mais vai ter que ler para descobrir de verdade.
- Bom ponto, mais importante, agora esse.
Ela me mostra outro, que já li e com um sorriso confiante.
- Dice, foi mal eu dropei, mas já li 173 caps.
- Merda! E esse?
Ela me mostra Junichi no Hanayome, tem um cara e um harem bem grande de garotas atrás dele, na real já vi os primeiros caps, se não podia se enganado achando que é só um harem genérico, mas na verdade é…
- Um harem genérico, sobre um vara filho ou neto de um ricasso, com cenas de seco, ou pelo menos preliminares.
- Isso…
Ela abre um cap e pow! Um par de tetas na tela, isso que é um manga que vai direto ao ponto importante.
- E esse?
- Porra! Isekai genérico 
Respondo no automático, só porque tem isekai no nome.
- Não, é bem diferente, o cara quer descansar da vida estressante de estudante universitário, aí vai para outro mundo descansar e ensinar uns hack de cura moderno, além de ser num corpo feminino.
- Já vi isso em outro lugares, tem até um que o mc é chamado de deus da medicina, só não lembro o nome.
- Merda! Mas ainda foi um empate.
- Tá, né?
A propósito o citado isekai se chama: Isekai de Shippai Shinai 100 no Houhou, nunca li nem vou, mas enfim.. Tanto faz, só vamos continuar para isso não ficar longo demais, porque convenhamos não preciso explicar como identificar um isekai, eles quase sempre tem isekai no título, um merda na cama com uma porrada de coisa de mundo de fantasia em volta, vamos qualquer um consegue perceber.
- Esse.
- Na moral dificulta um pouco Prince's Harem, é sobre uma princesa em um harem, acertei?
- Sei lá, na verdade não entendi a sinopse.
- Não importa é um shoujo harem, convenhamos.
- De fato, mas e esse?
- Tonikaku kawai, esse poderia até dificultar um pouco, mas já li.
- Droga! Você já leu tudo por acaso?
- Durante um tempo lia pelo menos o primeiro capítulo de tudo que sai, com o tempo pega os padrões e para de perder tempo.
- Como vou ganhar assim, fodasse esse é o uçtimo.
Arte colorida, design coreano, uma garota quase pelada, no pé acho que era presidente do conselho estudantil, ou algo do tipo, olho o site yumang, sabia.
- É um hentai coreano, a propósito vou te dar uma informação útil, se quiser ler qualquer coisa provavelmente vai encontrar em inglês, mas para hentai coreano as vezes espanhol está na frente, o que mais tem em espanhol é hentai, na moral.
- E você não tem tipo vergonha nenhuma de falar que sabe disso.
- Êh…
Vamos acabar o cap por aqui, já está longo e.. Tá bom, né? Ninguém quer me ver obrigado a responder essa pergunta, sem chance de querem me ver passar vergonha para seu entretenimento, né?

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