He stay up all night and pass the three-day news photos with text to the editor, Hu Xiaoli once thought that he would definitely get the best report award this month. 

There is a thousand yuan bonus, and the first month's rent will be covered by then. 

He couldn't be happier, only to sleep in the middle of the night. 

The next day, he was awakened by a buzzing vibration. 

Stumbling up, glanced at the caller ID of the mobile phone,  immediately awaken from his drowsiness

"Adult Editor!" Hu Xiaoli said in excitement excitedly: "Did you see the manuscript I sent you last night ?!" 

"Saw." The editor's voice was much more dull than Hu Xiaoli imagined. 

Hu Xiaoli rubbed his eyes, and his voice went through a layer of caution carefully: "What do you think ...?" 

The other side remained silent for two seconds, then sneered. 

"You seem to have great expectations? What are these things? How many people do you think will be on the headlines for this kind of thing?" 

The aggressive and merciless words of the editor are like poking swords into Hu Xiaoli's In his heart, there was a mouthful of old blood in his throat, forcing him not to spit it out. 

The other end of the phone seemed to find that he was talking too much. After all, the other party was just a little intern reporter, and what amazing news could he expect from squatting. 

"Okay, you have a little in your mind. The overall performance of the intern is about to be released . Do you want this job? Do it yourself." In the next second, the call was hung up, as if God was casual. He waved his hand and closed the door inside Hu Xiaoli's heart, but forgot to help him open the window.

Those hard three days were wasted again. 

Hu Xiaoli pitifully pounced back on the bed, snoring on the soft pillow, and the crystal-clear ice-blue pupil flowed the lost light. 

He likes this job very much, and he also likes to report on the small things in the streets that find the true, good and beautiful in the world ... 

but the editor is obviously not the same person as him, and what people value is performance. 

The sense of loss dispelled drowsiness. Hu Xiaoli lay down for a while, took a shower, put on clothes, and went down to eat. 

When the elevator stopped on the second floor, the elevator door opened to both sides, and the short-haired girl holding a stack of books came in. 

"Ah, Xiaoli, you haven't gone out to squat the news." The lovely girl opened her big red eyes, and the corner of her mouth raised a bright smile when she saw Hu Xiaoli. 

Her name is Xu Mengmeng, and she is an adult type of white rabbit. She is currently a sophomore in a famous university in Beijing. 

Hu Xiaoli's smile was a bit bitter. He took over half of the books in the girl's hands, and sighed, saying, "The news editor who was squatting before is not satisfied. I probably need to find another news to restore my performance this month."

 "Well, don't be discouraged, you will succeed." The girl comforted him. 

Hu Xiaoli nodded and said: "Are you heading to school yet?" 

Xu Mengmeng shook his head:. "No, I go to dinner, then went to the newspaper to donate these books, I heard that the mountains have many children do not have books to read it." 

"Then let me help you,I'm not busy anyway". Hu Xiaoli offered to help. 

"Wow, that's so sweet!" Xu Mengmeng narrowed her eyes with a smile, showing two little pear vortexes on her face with a little baby fat. 

At first Xu Mengmeng was a bit scared when he saw Hu Xiaoli. After all, rabbits are always trembling to foxes. 

But later she found out that Hu Xiaoli had no threat at all, not even a breaking point, and was always a perpetual comparison.

Looking at yourself, rabbits are anxious and sometimes bite people, and slowly no longer resist Hu Xiaoli. 

Two non-threatening creatures together are just like behind-the-scenes footage of some variety shows-especially cute occasions.

As a simple fox, Hu Xiaoli, who has survived into human society as an adult, has decided to be an honest reporter who only reports real events. After entering the Fairy Mansion, Hu Xiaoli found that there was a group of big-headed stars from all walks of life in the mansion. So he became a gossip reporter who only covered real events. -

She had been close to the top end of her graduating class from Tsinghua University which is a major research university in Beijing, and a member of the elite C9 League of Chinese universities. An Arts History degree in hand, Changying found that, without connections, all her study counted for nothing in getting a job with the national museum in Beijing. Resigned to mediocrity, she took a job as a researcher for a publishing firm that specialised in historical biographies and fiction. It was there that she met Wang Wei, a young editor that had been fast tracked by his good looks and family connections. He was cocky and self-assured, but he had a reputation for being precise and methodical. His habits were seen as painfully exacting, exhibiting the diligence which takes infinite patience and attention to details. 

Changying dismissed him early as an arrogant control freak who constantly berated the research department staff for misunderstanding hastily scribbled instructions. Confident and at ease with his good looks, he seemed to be oblivious to the way the other women of the company fawned over him. He was just the type of asshole her mother would like. Changying grimaced, her thoughts going down the stream of obnoxious partners her mother brought home and did her best to stay out of his line of sight.

Six months after starting with the publishing house Wang had come in waving a sheaf of paper above his head "Whom the fuck did this research on the Macedonia book?" His voice held an angry edge to it. Changying cringed and tried to hide. Her name was on the research if he had just looked, but she certainly wasn't going to help him out. 

The dark eyes turned in Changying's direction, and she stood up straighter moving from behind the filing cabinet, "Instead of yelling at everyone you should look at the last page for a name and save your full wrath for the researcher." He had started to walk toward her, making her bravado crumble. She shakily added, "That researcher would be me," her voice Jackred out as he drew closer.

"A mouse like you, who can barely muster more than a squeak, decided to call some of the author's premises into question and still more outright lies?" Wang's voice still had an edge as if daring her not to back down.

In a quieter guarded voice, Changying explained, "If the author had even used Google as his point of reference, he would have come up with a more logical history of Macedonia than that."

"And these notes?" He asked and waved another piece of paper in front of her.

Several people around her gasped. Changying straightened her back and set her shoulders, "Suggested reading. The author clearly needed help with his own research before submitting the book again," she was mad, and the thought dawned on her that she was arguing with one of her bosses. Gulping she tried to soften it, "I thought he might like to try again. The story line was good even if the research was faulty."

His face became a cross between a smirk and a sneer, "Oh, so you're an editor now?"

What little bravado Changying had left crumpled, and she whispered, "No, of course not, I was just trying to help him after trashing his work."

He watched her fold under his questioning and smirked, "So you read the full manuscripts of what you research and yet still submit before the allotted deadline?" His voice was still darkly serious, but he was impressed he admitted to himself.

"I am sorry," she whispered, "I was just trying to do the job properly. Nobody said not to read the full manuscripts. How can I know what needs to be done if I do not understand the whole story? I don't like to disappoint a good author and I worried that my research had signed his rejection letter." Changying lowered her eyes unable to meet his critical gaze anymore.

Wang considered her then, tilting his head, "So you agree with the editor that recommended this book, even though you ripped it apart with your research?" 

Her head popped back up as she answered, "Oh yes. It was absorbing if you didn't know the region or history at all," Changying wondered if the last words had pushed her luck.

Wang laughed uproariously and turned striding out of the department. Changying fell back into her chair. She liked to read the whole manuscript and get a feel for why an author used one reference or another. She knew she shouldn't have over stepped her brief, but it could be quite a good book if the author could just use better historical data to base certain aspects of it.

Changying promised her supervisor to just do her job simply in the future and went back to work. She found it difficult to concentrate as she worried over her first serious run in with Wang Wei. Although she knew the fall out would be serious, she had been surprised when twenty minutes later her supervisor gently told her that she had been called up to human resources. 'Oh god what have I done. I can't lose my job,' she berated herself again.

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She was known for reading too much. Ms. Changying had been close to the top end of her graduating class from Tsinghua University which is a major research university in Beijing, and a member of the elite C9 League of Chinese universities. An Arts History degree in hand, Changying found that, without connections, all her study counted for nothing in getting a job with the national museum in Beijing. Resigned to mediocrity, she took a job as a researcher for a publishing firm that specialized in historical biographies and fiction.

It was there that she met her boss - Mr. Wang Wei, an arrogant control freak. She researched strictly for Wang Wei who constantly quizzed her on her research methods.

As time went on she found the manuscripts crossing her desk becoming more explicit than the average romance in a historical setting. Themes of bondage or sadomasochism touched on very lightly at first became darker and more elemental to the storylines. 

Changying found her research opening her eyes wider to a whole new world she realized she knew less about than she thought she did.

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Romance, Sex, Violence, Drug, Drama, Comedy. 

Story characters are full of inner demons and conflict, they are complex with there own personalities and have their own flaws that they will fight against. These personalities will shape the story as situations arise and they are forced to react and adapt. 



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"Chief Editor, are you looking for me?" Takeshi Rena came to the office anxiously. She was recently recruited as an editor. Hence, she was not close to the Chief Editor.
Takeshi Rena's mind was cluttered with numerous assumptions and thoughts while she headed over to the Chief Editor's office. What should she do if the Chief Editor himself enforces "unspoken rules" on her? Should she scream for help or make a police report? Takeshi Rena had heard of people mentioning how perverts were prevalent in society. The trains were full of them, even companies too.
However, the Chief Editor was a well-mannered man in his forties. He also happened to have a family. There was no way he would do such a heinous act.
No, wait! What if he was planning to seek pleasure with the body of a young and attractive woman? Takeshi Rena was pretty confident of her own appearance.
The Chief Editor was clearly unaware that Takeshi Rena's mind was in a flurry of thoughts. He said softly, "You are currently not handling any authors, right? I have a comic artist. Her pen name is Qingqiu, she had a few overdue manuscripts. I would like you to press her to be faster with her manuscripts."
Phew!
Takeshi Rena let out a sigh of relief. She straightened her posture and said excitedly, "Consider it done."
Seeing Takeshi Rena's elated expression, the Chief Editor could not help but laugh, "Don't be too sure of yourself just yet. The comic artist is just temporarily assigned to you."
"That will not be a problem!" Even though Takeshi Rena was an editor, she had just started her job for no longer than three months. Furthermore, she was in her internship. Despite having the title of editor, she was actually a sub-editor. Her main task was to help with menial tasks assigned by other editors. Takeshi Rena would naturally be happy since she was given an important task.
"Here is the address, take it with you." The Chief Editor waved his hand, "Now, please head to the stated address."
After receiving the note from the table, Takeshi Rena responded and headed outside with delight.
Takeshi Rena started to open the note once she was outside the Chief Editor's office. She glanced through the notes and let out a gasp. Takeshi Rena was astounded, "Oh my, Weier Apartment?!"
Dubbed as Japan's Tomson Riviera, Weier Apartment was considered as the holy sanctuary of residential property to the Japanese. Takeshi Rena did not think that the Chief Editor had assigned her to obtain manuscripts from a comic artist who was staying at Weier Apartment... This seemed to be all a fantasy.
Would this be the story of a young person trying to live independently and work hard on his own? At the moment, he is struggling as a comic artist living on the street. When the time comes, will he return home to inherit millions worth of properties?
Takeshi Rena believed that she had met such a person!
Takeshi Rena's heart was thrilled. If she was to marry a man of high society, she would have a comfortable life in the future.
With this thought, she left the company eagerly.
In an instant, she took the train and headed straight to Weier Road.
Weier Apartment was on Weier Road. This street was specifically meant to provide services to the residents of the Weier Apartment. Facilities such as supermarkets, cafes, playgrounds, schools and et cetera could be found on the street of Weier Road. Therefore, Weier Road was lively every day. Since it was an area occupied by the rich and famous, it would attract all types of people to come and look for opportunities.
In spite of that, Takeshi Rena knew her job scope. She was here to pressure the artist to hand in his manuscript. On the way here, she had thought hard and long about her job scope. The Chief Editor had known that obtaining manuscripts from a comic artist living in this area would be challenging. The person stayed in Weier Road. Hence, he must be someone famous.
Takeshi Rena's thoughts overwhelmed her at this moment. In an instant, her face turned sorrowful as she has realized the reality that her main job was still handling menial tasks. Takeshi Rena would only be handling miscellaneous tasks while being here. She would not dare to use any brute force to ask the manuscripts from the comic artist.
Soon, Takeshi Rena arrived at the front gate of the Weier Apartment. Even though Weier Apartment was an apartment, the door at the south side was more like the entrance to the villa. The gates on the east, west, and north were the apartment area. Once she arrived on the east entrance, Takeshi Rena was stopped by the security guard.
Takeshi Rena showed her name card and identification card to the security guard. After that, she delivered the note with Kimura Kazuko's cell phone number to the security guard…
The name Kimura Kazuko seemed familiar to Takeshi Rena. She had heard of this name before somewhere. Takeshi Rena guessed that she must have heard the name from the news. Perhaps she had forgotten about it?
The security guard quickly gave Takeshi Rena a visitor card after making a call. She needed to return the visitor card to the guards at the security room when she leaves the premises.
Takeshi Rena arrived at Kimura Kazuko's unit shortly after that. No one had opened the door after Takeshi Rena rang the doorbell. She looked at the phone number on the notes and was hesitant. She did not dare to make a call... However, there was a long couch outside the door. Sitting on the sofa, Takeshi Rena was stunned and humbled.
When Kimura Kazuki arrived at Weier Apartment, he saw Takeshi Rena, who was sitting on the couch with a body posture resembling a dependent and weak chick... And when Kimura Kazuki saw her, her eyes widened... Because there was a shadow standing right behind her.
The shadow had a mask of a ghost face while wearing an ancient samurai uniform. It stood loyally beside Takeshi Rena.
A shikigami? Kimura Kazuki had come up with this assumption. However, she immediately denied it. Without thinking much, she quickly walked toward Takeshi Rena and asked softly, "You must be... Editor Takeshi?"
"Ah, yes, yes! I am!" Takeshi Rena was flustered. How could there be someone so beautiful, with a face resembling an elf? Once she heard Kimura Kazuki's voice, her entire body went weak. In an instant, she felt as if she had become a homosexual woman instead of a heterosexual one.
A change in sexuality could happen in just one moment.
Kimura Kazuki nodded lightly. She was already used to people looking at her with adoration all the time. "Come with me," she said while ignoring Takeshi Rena's behavior. Still, Kimura Kazuki glanced at the ghost-faced warrior beside Takeshi Rena. The eyes of the ghost-face warrior were glowing red, his sight fixed at Kimura Kazuki. Kimura Kazuki knew the obvious. Any reckless move inflicted on Takeshi Rena, and he would attack Kimura Kazuki.
Kimura Kazuki was extremely clear about what was happening. The shadow of the ghost-faced warrior did not have a mind of its own. Takeshi Rena seemed not to be afraid although Kimura Kazuki had just released the suppression of the reiki... Obviously, she did not know who had assigned the ghost-faced warrior to protect Takeshi Rena.
Both of Takashi Rena's eyes were staring straight at Kimura Kazuki. Although it was rude to do so, Takashi Rena could not restrain herself. Up till now, she was grateful for the Chief Editor. He gave her this opportunity to encounter a beautiful person. In terms of appearance, Kimura Kazuki would outshine any current actresses.
Once Takeshi Rena entered the room, her attention was slightly turned to the interior design of the room.
The room provided by the Ito family had an area of approximately 140 meters. It was considered as a medium-large type of apartment. Luxurious renovation, furniture, and electronic goods were all provided. Kimura Kazuki did not need to buy any of these herself.
As Takeshi Rena followed Kimura Kazuki in, she started to feel nervous. By looking at the interior design of the room, Takeshi Rena was reminded that she and Kimura Kazuki were people from different worlds.
"Please have a seat." Kimura Kazuki was not astounded at all. Although this was her first time here, Kimura Kazuki had seen plenty of luxurious villas during her past life. She felt that this type of luxury was standard for her. The difference was the luxurious villa had belonged to someone else in her past life. Now, she owned a unit at Weier Apartment. She let out a sigh. She had always dreamed of having her own home while she was staying at the residence of the Furuhashi sisters. Now, her dream had become a reality.
Takeshi Rena, who was sitting on the sofa beside Kimura Kazuki, admired the comfort of the couch. She was beginning to feel anxious after looking at Kimura Kazuki.
Asking for manuscripts... As if! Takeshi Rena was speechless with the luxurious apartment. Her eyes darted from side to side occasionally, and she would glance at Kimura Kazuki's face from time to time to admire her beauty.


Time travelling from the majestic era after the Recuperation of Reiki, he became Kimura Kazuki, a 16-year-old high school student in Japan, one year before the Reiki Recuperation.

Tentatively, he set out to hone himself to the bone, burning candles at both ends to stockpile resources in preparation for the imminent Recuperation of Reiki. His goal was to be many steps ahead of all humanity when the time comes.

However, it seemed like fate had decided to play a cruel trick on him.

One year later, the Recuperation of Reiki... did not happen as expected.

***
Seven years later.
Ye City, Morning Post news agency.
A girl wearing black-rimmed glasses and with her hair in a top bun had dark circles as big as saucers under her eyes. She struggled to stay awake as she sent her manuscript to her editor before dropping her head on the desk.
"Tsk, tsk. Nero Zhou has been bossing you around, hasn't he? Talk about exploitation… Bleeding an intern dry…" A sleek-haired and creamy-faced guy wearing a flashy shirt, white trousers, and pointy shoes made a dramatic hand gesture, then put down a cup of coffee in front of her. "Anan, here, a coffee from Brother Dong."
"Thank you…" The woman with the top bun shifted slightly, found the straw with her eyes closed, finished the coffee, then dropped back down.
She was shaken awake minutes later. "Wake up! Anan, it's big!"
"What? Is there an earthquake? A hurricane?" The top bun was flustered.
The other person rolled his eyes. "Nero Zhou just got a tip for some big news and he's following up on it himself… He's just personally requested your service! Anan, you'll be in my prayers!"
"…"
Seeing the look of despair on her face, the other person grinned mischievously. "Make good use of this opportunity. Work hard and try to nick yourself or something on the job. Tsk, tsk, you'll get a bonus in no time."
"You have a point…"
"That's enough. Stop trying to trick her!" A tall and vigorous man came toward them. He wore a casual outfit and had a clean and mild air about him. "An Xiaxia, you don't have to go. I'll talk to Editor Zhou about it…"
"Wow, Brother Dong, you're covering for her again!"
"Exactly. Do you have a thing for Anan?"
"You people know nothing. That's how you court a girl…"
Since the others in the office had nothing better to do, they began to gossip.
An Xiaxia was embarrassed. Realizing that she couldn't let the rumor spread, she glanced at He Dongyang and said, "That's ok… I can do it."
He Dongyang pursed his lips and didn't say anything else.
Hence, the newbie intern reporter An Xiaxia followed her editor out and headed for… a high-end club.
Nero Zhou snuck her in through the staff entrance, then handed her a uniform and gestured for her to change into it.
"Hurry up!"
An Xiaxia took one look at the black dress in the bag and was dumbfounded. "Why am I wearing this?"
Nero Zhou rolled his eyes. "It's your disguise! With your T-shirt, shorts and sneakers, everyone will see that you don't belong here!"
An Xiaxia thought what he said made sense… 
When she got changed and walked out, Nero Zhou was surprised for a second by how stunning she looked. He then held An Xiaxia's hands enthusiastically. "Xiaxia, you're a reporter and reporters are willing to do anything to get their news, right?"
An Xiaxia nodded reluctantly. "So?"
"You'll pretend to be a waitress and sneak in later. After you confirm the situation inside, I'll kick the door open and snap a few shots! After that, you'll get to be the hero of the day!"
"Huh?" An Xiaxia pointed at herself. "What else do I have to do?"
"What do you think?! Run for your life with the camera! I'm too old for that! But our newspaper sales and website traffic will increase if we can return with the photos! Do you want your bonus or not?!" Nero Zhou spluttered all over her face.
So, that was the real reason for asking her to come along… 
Mr. Associate Editor, I couldn't even pass my test for the 800-meter run!
An Xiaxia took a deep breath and entered the room as if she was some warrior walking to her death. In her hands was a fruit platter she had grabbed from somewhere, which she put down on the table.
A person that had been resting on the sofa with his eyes closed suddenly opened them. His black eyes were then fixed on her.
He wasn't imagining it. It was really her!


As an anti-fan of the idol group, Starry Night, An Xiaxia is happy to spend her time online slandering lead singer Sheng Yize. 

But things take an unexpected turn when An Xiaxia starts high school - the Starry Night trio somehow becomes her classmates, and even end up moving into her house. 

Also, the nation’s idol Sheng Yize seems particularly interested in An Xiaxia for some reason...

Sheng Yize: Xiaxia, if I and a chicken wing fall into the water together, which one will you save?

An Xiaxia: Hm… I can't swim, so obviously you're going to save yourself and get my chicken wing out!

Sheng Yize: I thought I was the nation’s idol???

[NOTE: Paragraphs written between two (*) are third person narrative. The narrative starts before the space after the (*), and ends at the (*) before the space.]

I opened my eyes from a dreamless slumber, as the sun behind me from my window woke me up. I can feel my back getting a little wet with sweat. It is summer, so the sun is warm. My eyelashes against my hair is making my eyes irritated, and some of it even went between my lips. 

I saw the room as it was lit up by the invading sunlight, papers and bottles scattered throughout the place that I never cared to clean them, because of how scarce my time is. My posters of Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, and Bridge to Terabithia lined up on the walls. Even though I am Japanese, I read a lot of untranslated English books. Because you can sum up my life as a life full of books. I've read hundreds of books since I was a child.

I sat up on my bed and thought about this day as another day.

Another day in this body. 

A paper thin body. 

Thin enough to be satisfied by bits of food. 

Food not from my chosen profession.

But from a part-time job.

I faced at the mirror and looked at my body. It is very thin indeed. I am not at least concerned on how I look, for it doesn't matter for me. How I look doesn't affect my writing. My vision is blurry, because I needed glasses to see, but it is fine. I am still inside my familiar home. I don't need to see to find things, but memory of where I put them as they are. 

I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I put just enough to toothpaste on the toothbrush so that it could last me for a few more days. It was minty and fresh. I looked at the mirror on the sink. Damn, I look horrible. 

After I finished with it, I always comb my hair before I went to shower, because mom said that the hair is weak when wet. Combing the hair after a bath will destroy it. I always kept doing it that way, and I should tell you that my hair is the only thing that's been taken care of in this apartment. We had this family tradition of taking a good care of the hair. She even sends me shampoos and hair products to keep my hair healthy. 

I went to have a shower. It is very refreshing, and I didn't need to worry about the water being cold, for it is summer. God bless summer. I stayed there for a while after I finished putting shampoo and stuff. I don't know why, but the splashing sounds, and the flowing water on my skin makes me feel relaxed. After that, I used other hair products for my hair.

I changed into my strap and shorts so that I could get started writing a new light novel story.

I wonder if something changes. 

A change that will change my life. 

A life of repeating a day like this. 

That makes me feel like I am trapped in an endless loop of time. 

I want something to change. 

I went to the fridge to get some apple. One is enough to fill my stomach for a day. I know it's unhealthy kind of diet, but I have no choice, because I have a rent to worry about. Thinking of that, I need to work on my new story now, so I pulled a piece of A4 paper from inside the drawer of my desk, and put on my glasses. 

I am really particular about the time, so I always check it whenever I get the chance. In that way, I can be more productive. I looked at my phone, and it is 10:36 am of July 20, 2019, so I got no time to waste. I started writing. 

I don't have galleries of my friends, but only a gallery of rejected manuscripts in the shelf beside me at the right. These manuscripts were rejected only because the publisher said that I don't understand the feelings of my characters so it makes the story unnatural. 

I don't have many friends since I was a child. All I ever had was my books. Most of the time, I would sit on a bench under a tree, and away from the other kids so that I could read my book in peace. I even doubt that my classmates even remember me. 

I am amazed by the world the writers create with their imagination, and how they stir up the emotions of the readers, even if they are just written characters on a piece of paper. It inspired me to write my own story to share the wonders of fiction. 

My mother realized this, and she believed in me without a second thought. She believed that I could become a great writer someday, and that I could do great things. She gave me a big book on my 8th birthday. Tokugawa Ieyasu - the longest Japanese novel ever written in one book. I loved it, and that was the day that I decided to make her proud.

My mother and me were left by my father after he passed away when I was only two years old. I only heard stories about him from my mother, and she told every story like he never died. I know it was hard for her to raise me alone, but she didn't give up to stop my uncle interfering with my life. She said that my uncle who is her older brother is now the head of the family that owns a great area of rice fields. Arranged marriages were a thing in her family. It's even a reason why she escaped from them and lived with my father, in Chiba. She's afraid that I will not be free to choose who I loved if I stayed there with uncle. 

I am finished with my new story, and I see that it is already 3:10 pm. It is time to take this manuscript to the publishing company. I changed into my "going out" clothes - which is simply a summer sweater and a loose jeans. I don't like showing my skin, because it is embarrassing, even if it is summer. 

I went out with my manuscript inside my cheap, brown handbag. Then there were three women at the balcony of the open corridors of the apartment. They were looking at the view of Tokyo from the this floor. They are at the far right, but I could tell what they are whispering about. I acted like I didn't hear. 

"Here comes the cave woman," one of them whispered while I locked my door. They laughed softly. This happens every morning that I got used to it eventually. I don't bother to confront them as much as I hate it, unless they touch me. 

I went to climb down the stairs, because I feel uncomfortable taking the elevator with other people. I am living in the 8th floor of this building, so it's quite tiresome when going up. 

On the train station, that is a ten minute walk from my apartment, I went through one of the gates with my IC card. Then I fell in line behind the people who are waiting for the next train. 

I am passing this manuscript to a publishing company where all of my friends work (two of them, to be exact).

A train arrived and we entered, and a lot of people went out of the cabs. After that, we entered and luckily, I found an empty seat at the left side of the train, just near the door. 

I spent my time reading a light novel I bought yesterday. After a couple of minutes, I finally arrived at the train station I am getting off. Now, it is just a twenty minute walk to the publishing company. 

I saw the building, where it was based. It is averagely beautiful like the rest of the buildings here in Tokyo. I went to the entrance, and there was a guard walking around the area it is located. 

"Good afternoon, Matsuno-san!" I greeted him, while bowing. He is one of my friends in this building. I always have to pass by him everyday I went here. He is a man near the retiring age, but he was kind and always radiant because of his smile, as much as he loves his job very much. 

"Oh," he smiled at me. "Good afternoon to you too, Hattori-chan." 

I stopped for a minute for a chat. It wouldn't hurt if only just for a minute. "How's your daughter doing in school?" I asked. 

"She's doing great. And how about you? Did you finish another story?"

"Yes, I am about to hand it over."

"Good," he smiled. "Good luck, and do your best! May your work be published."

I bowed down once more and said, "Thank you, I'll do my best."

I went inside, and to the elevator. I don't like it, but I have to, so I could pass my work in schedule. My other friend is Takeda that I've known since high school. He works here as a copy editor. I always hand my manuscripts to him so he could make the leading editor check it out. I always crossed my fingers, wishing that this time I will get published. I crossed my fingers a hundred times, but none of my stories were published. I feel heavy inside everytime I do this. I would've given up a long time ago, but that's not me. I don't break a promise. 

The door of the elevator opened and I did the proper etiquette in elevators. I felt relieved after I went out. It was really uncomfortable for me even if I do it everyday. 

*
A man standing up while reading a piece of paper in his office. The whole office was full of papers and books of different kinds. There are many notes posted on the walls, and the computer is still running. The man looked serious about his work, and shows his dedication for it. He adjusts his glasses everytime it slips while reading. 

"Takeda-kun," said someone from the other side of his small office. Takeda is the name of the man holding a paper, and he stopped what he's doing. "Hattori-chan is looking for you." He pulled a munscript from the shelf. "How long are you gonna keep her waiting?" Suddenly, he put up a smile, and went to the door. 

"Right, right," he said. 

"Waiting for you to ask her out?" said the man and laughed. 

"Oh, just shut up."

He opened it and saw Hattori brushing her hair over her left ear while looking to the side. She was startled that her glasses slipped, so she fixed it and put up a smile. while looking at Takeda. 

Takeda thought: "So cute..."

"Good afternoon, Takeda-kun," she said. "May I give my manuscript?"

He smiled and said, "Ah, of course."

"I hope I am not interrupting anything," she said while leaning to see what's going on inside. 

Takeda takes the manuscript. "Don't be like that, Hattori-chan. We've been friends for a long time. I will never hesitate to help you."

"Oh, uhh... Thank you so much, Takeda-kun."

"Don't mention it."

"Hey, TAKEDA!" said an angry woman who seems to be the boss. "No slacking off!"

He looked nervous as he answered while turning his whole body back to the office. "Yes, I'm sorry. I'll get back to work as soon as possible, Miyashita-sensei!"

"Stop being so noisy, Takeda-kun!" said a random officemate.

"I'm sorry!"

He hands her over a different manuscript while smiling nervously. He closes the door slowly and said, "I'll see you later, bye..."

"I'm sorry," she whispered. 

"Okay."

Finally, the door closed. 
*

I really got him into a trouble. I feel guilty about it.

I looked at the manuscript he gave me.

"Welcome to the collection," I said to the it.

I don't know why I keep storing them, but I felt bad when thinking of throwing them away.

"Still not giving up," I said to myself, while crossing my fingers. 

I went home after that, and it is already dusk when I came back, because I took some time to think about another story by walking slowly. I entered my apartment, and I saw my cat. I didn't see him this morning, because he goes out sometimes through the window at the kitchen. I specifically chose this apartment so that I could keep him. Meet Akihiko, my beloved cat. He rubbed his head against my foot. I carried him up like a baby - because that's what he wants. 

He is a cat that I just found in the streets years ago, when I was still studying in college. major in creative writing. I love cats, but my mother didn't let me have one, so I decided that I will have a cat as soon as I start living alone. I thought about what kind of breed I will get, but then I saw him. He was just a little kitten back then. He was so thin and dirty, and when I took him home, I washed and fed him. His beautiful grey fur showed. 

I lied down my bed after changing my clothes, and looked up to the ceiling, while Akihiko slept on the bed. I thought about my lacking. My characters don't decide like real human beings. That's because I isolated myself from other people so I didn't have the chance to observe their actual behavior. I kind of regret that. I wish I knew earlier that writing isn't just learning from books. I have to do something about it. 

But it is time for work. 

I stood up and I realized I am shedding a tear. I didn't yawn or anything, but I definitely felt disappointed. I wiped it and went to change into my working clothes.

Hattori, a girl that aspires to have one of her light novels to be published. Her dull life where nothing ever happens changed after she met and fell in love with Ishida. However, her dreams to become a published author depends on her relationship with her childhood friend, Takeda who always have been with her and loves her. 

What will she choose? A life with her dreams or a life with her love?

Some of the authors on Webnovels were inspired to write their own stories after reading the works of famous authors. Perhaps some of them believed that they could do a better job. Some of them ran out of things to read, so they decided to write the "story" that they want to read. While others… just want to write a story that they think will be popular to the readers.

Ironically, the stories that they had written also inspired other readers to write their own stories as well. Hopefully, this cycle will never end. So that the future generations will be able to read new and exciting stories that will show them a world filled with sword, magic, cultivation, and Lo--

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Xandarx: There's a reason for them to be famous as they have their style

Zenith: lol.

Xandarx: You can see it from their work, it's true. Like their character has embedded into the book. This is what make them different I think.

Zenith: I know. But not everyone is as great as you show them to be. They learn from their previous works While we are still struggling to finish one.

Xandarx: Yeah, I know.

Zenith: They move on and get better that's where the difference lies. If you see any CN author who made it big, you can see that they had their share of experience before getting there, or for that matter, any author in the Western world.

Murakami: Not necessarily publishing houses only accept works they think will sell.

Zenith: The ones who get it big the first time are rare.

Murakami: So you might not see how they built up to their debut novel. Authors can have 15-20 scrapped novels b4 they debut, and the public don't get to read a single one.

Reili: Yikes.

Xandarx: Yeah.

Zenith: That doesn't make the author lose his experience of writing those scrapped novels that's the point I was making.

Murakami: But it also means that it's more like hit and miss.

Reili: True because they don't get the feedback from fans.

Murakami: They get limited feedback from an agent/editor who doesn't want to read their work.

Zenith: Yeah, but it surely is better than nothing.

Murakami: And they're left with a bunch of abstract and vague advice that they have no idea how to implement.

Reili: If they don't enjoy it, the feedback won't be as insightful.

Zenith: They can learn from their mistakes from reading their own works.

Reili: Well…

Zenith: If possible, from platforms.

Murakami: If they knew how to do that they'd fix it and publish it.

Reili: It would make the process easier if someone who enjoys the book to give them better feedback.

Zenith: It's called rewriting from scratch, and it takes a tonne of time if the author feels more interested in some other idea of his, he would do that.

Reili: I suppose so since the author being inspired will bring his book along.

VKBoy: If the ones giving review are professional editors, then they don't necessarily have to have read your work with immersion because their suggestions will still likely cover the basic flaws that amateurish writers usually make.

Reili: Point taken.

Zenith: Yeah.

Murakami: @VKBoy if they spot those errors they'll put down the manuscript after the first page

Reili: Then again, its a little bit like movie critics. They may hate the movie, but fans love it.

Zenith: Yeah.

Murakami: And then send a reply saying, "Don't send in another manuscript until you learn how to write properly."

Zenith: Professionals in the said field prefer not taking risks. Especially in movies, but books, you can keep trying.

VKBoy: Well, if there are errors in the first page itself, that's a whole different thing, lol.

Reili: True.

Murakami: No, but a good editor can tell the writing quality from just the first page even if you've crafted it perfectly, they can just tell that the rest will be shit.

Reili: You have to also take into account of one punch man. The original comic looks terrible, but the redraw made it amazing.

Zenith: That's smartness of the creator.

VKBoy: Well, in one punch man's case, it got attention from the companies after it got popular in the online communities.

Reili: So a persons writing and grammar may be terrible, but with a little editing, the story itself could be amazing.

Zenith: You can let the editor do the Shi*t and focus on your story, It works.

Overlord Venus: Yeah, solo leveling is a good example. The story is bland.

Reili: But it would also help if the author re-reads the edit to make sure the essence of their story is still there.

HavenlyJeep: Essence and core backbone.

Zenith: @Reili It depends on what the author wants, and how much work he is willing to put in.

Reili: @Zenith true.

VKBoy: Of course, some editors just butcher the style of the author.

Reili: Same but honestly I just use Grammarly and the read aloud function in word to make sure the chapter makes sense.

Zenith: You can learn about writing, grammar, editing if you truly want. It is just the question of, would you?

Reili: I'm more into thinking up ideas and writing them than editing.

VKBoy: Editing is also writing, mate. Rewriting is where real writing lies.

Zenith: It's a skill in writing a story, but your choice.

Reili: Point taken.

Murakami: You can't be a writer without being an editor.

Zenith: Editing it yourself can help you keep the heart of the story.

Reili: That being said, the more I write, the better my basic grammar became.

Zenith: You will keep the feels right.

Reili: Editing is now part of the process.

Zenith: And not make it just sound or look better, you give what the story wants
And that is a great thing.

Reili: Creative freedom.

Zenith: I want to learn grammar and revise what I learned.

VKBoy: @Zenith Learning grammar will take years, so take it slow and steady. That way, memories stick with you for longer times.

Reili: I do read mtl sometimes since I can't wait for chaps, but then I find myself reading in broken English and must stop.

Murakami: I'd like to correct that statement VKBoy. Learning grammar is easy
learning "usage" is hard.

VKBoy: lol, if you read mtl, your IQ drops. Believe me, this can affect a person's writing skill in the long run.

Reili: Definitely, which is why I stopped.

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Author's Notes

I'm sure you've read this a few times in the previous chapters, but I had been reading MTL chapters for the past few years. I usually read "Completed" stories, and most of them are around 2-4k chapters each. Of course, I read the translated chapters first. After I reach the latest translated chapter, I will immediately jump to *cough* Google Translate.

Yeah~ I know. Reading chapters through Google Translate was the most…epic mistake I did in the past. I've finished World Defying Dan God, Battle Through the Heavens uhh…and a few more novels using Google Translate.

In the later years, I discovered lnmtl.com, which gave me a better translation (at least the names of the characters are not written like Cloud Che instead of Yun Che (Against the Gods). 

To be perfectly honest, If I didn't start writing, I would have continued to read these machine translated chapters even now. Reading MTL works if English is not your first language.

This is something that those with English as their main language will scoff at. However, for those who just want to read. As in reading something without worrying about anything else, then they won't care even if it's a machine translated chapter. As long as they will be able to read the NEXT chapter, then it's all good.

This is also the reason why I admire translators. If not for them, these stories that we are not aware of will not be able to grace us with their presence. I would like to thank the translators of my favorite novels like Lord of Mysteries, Release that Witch, Against the Gods, Cultivation Chatgroup, Second Coming of Avarice, and so many other titles that I won't be able to list here.

To my beloved readers, if there will come a time when you feel like writing a story of your own and you're reading machine translated chapters, please stop now. I'm saying this for your own good. 

I understand how you feel. Believe me I do, but for the sake of the story you're going to write in the future, heed my advice. Stop now, while you still have the chance. Learning how to write from scratch with broken English is a painful process.

Then again, if you find an editor who is a masochist, consider yourself lucky. Let them clean up your mess for you, so you can focus on writing your story, and learn the art of writing while you write.

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The editor of the publication, with tousled hair and a Hitler 'stache, slammed the manuscript down onto the table.

"This is rubbish!" he roared at the young man anxiously standing in front of him.

"Excuse me, sir?" Amerigo Fiscella said nervously.

"This story," he began, "explores a multitude of themes which are really relevant today. It is written with extremely good vocabulary and there are several instances of dramatic irony which provide for excellent sources of comedy."

"Pardon me sir, b-b-but-"

"Spit it out, Fiscella!"

"Those all sound like g-good things," Amerigo said, before hastily adding, "-sir."

"Amerigo, those DO all sound like good things… for bloody high school required reading! Nobody has laughed at any of Shakespeare's jokes in the last two centuries, and even nineteenth century fogies wouldn't chuckle at your 'humour'" he put air-quotes around 'humour'.

"These days, this story," the editor continued, holding up the magazine, would be considered one thing. Boring. You use long words which mean little, and you can make words flow, but you cannot put together a good joke to save your life!"

Amerigo sighed, "I know sir, but I can't figure out what they want! I try to be funny but I just can't figure out what our audience think is funny!"

"Well then, Fiscella, I want YOU to go out there and conduct some market research!"

"I-I'm not so sure what you mean."

"This coming week, Monday to Friday, I want you to go around and collect information of what our target audience does, and finds funny."

"You mean our target audience of teenage girls?"

"No, I mean our OTHER target audience of male senior citizens...yes, of course I mean our target audience of teenage girls."

"Let me get this straight. You want me, a middle-aged Italian-American man to approach little girls."

"What about this are you not getting?"

Amerigo gestured wildly, "The part where you want me to be a gods damned creep for a week!"

"Nonsense, my boy," the editor rose out of his seat, prompting Amerigo to do the same. The moment he was out of his seat, he began pushing Amerigo out of his office.

Literally.

"But sir-"

"If you can't do this much, you can kiss your job here goodbye!" the editor called after Amerigo, as he slammed his office door shut.

Amerigo collapsed onto the floor and sighed.

"Why is it always me?"

***

Amerigo made his way to a kid's park, because that was where teenage girls hang out.

At least in his novels.

He got to the gate of the park.

The guard gave him a slightly suspicious look. Amerigo couldn't imagine why. He was just one man walking into a park for children all alone, looking around for a good teenage child to interview to figure out the likes and dislikes of kids these days.

"You here to pick up your kid, sir," the guard asked, opening the gate for Amerigo.

Amerigo hmmed noncommittally, and mumbled, "Something like that." 

He couldn't be bothered paying attention to the security guard of all people.

He looked around and frowned. Teen girls were a lot shorter than he remembered them to be. 

'Maybe the shorter they are,' Amerigo thought, 'the more likely they are to talk to me!'

Amerigo had always thought there was a correlation between being short and intelligence, after all, why else would God have left him with only 160 centimetres of height!

"Hello, little girl, my name is Amerigo Fiscella, how do you do?" Amerigo bent down onto his haunches, and stuck out a hand for the girl to shake.

The girl took his hand, apprehensive, but did not say anything.

"So, little girl," he hesitated, where should he start?

She kept staring at him.

Amerigo was beginning to feel a little bit uncomfortable so he shiftily broke eye contact.

"What is your name?" he finally asked. He was fairly sure that teenagers just studied in their free time, maybe had a laugh at their private copy of 'Twelfth Night', or maybe a PG Wodehouse if they were feeling all edgy and modern.

The girl continued to stare at him.

"Stranger!" she announced loudly.

Amerigo sputtered, "Excuse me, I introduced myself at the beginning of our little conversation, it is YOU who was so rude as to not introduce yourself!"

"Stranger," the girl announced again, before slurring out, "Danger. Stranger Danger!"

At once the many mothers of children who were walking around the park were on high alert.

One mother came running.

"What are you doing with my Alice!" she shrieked, "My precious, three-year-old Alice!"

Amerigo sputtered once again, "I am...a writer," he announced, "And I was talking to her for, uhm, market research."

But Alice's mother wasn't listening to him, or what he was saying.

WHACK!

She whacked Amerigo with her handbag, "Get away from my child!"

"Sir, I think you need to step out of the park," the guard had come to see what was wrong.

Amerigo shook his fist like a Scooby-Doo villain, "I'll get you one day Alice!"

***

Second Try.

He HAD to get some intel this time. Otherwise, he would be out of a job.

He tried entering the park through the front but the guard wouldn't let him. So he was here. Trying to climb the fence with limited success.

With a grunt, Amerigo tumbled over the fence and hit the ground with a loud thud, sending kids screaming.

Somehow that served as a mom-beacon and he was once again faced with several angry mothers with handbags ready to whack.

*** 

Third Try

Amerigo managed to sneak into the park while the guard was getting himself a coffee.

One little girl was the first to see him, she looked at him and pointed and said loudly, "Creepster."

"Creepster?" Amerigo repeated.

"CREEPSTER!" all of the children in the park repeated.

And the mother brigade was back.

***

Amerigo nursed his many injuries as he ranted to his boss, "Those children are barbarians!" he shouted angrily, "They can barely string together 2 words, let alone read a bloody story! If this is what I have to write for, then I QUIT!"

With that, he stormed out of the room.

The editor smiled.

This was by far the easiest way to trim the fat off his corporation.

Updated every Friday.

A collection of prompt-based short stories. The prompt consisting of three random words, and one random name.

Hilarious, irreverent, and witty.

'I only got around four new followers on my SNS account... Looks like I have some improvement to do...'

Honoka lets out a sigh with the chat group's members walking around the event together with her.

They stopped at the open space of Tokyo Big Sight's grounds where cosplayers just stand around along with photographers that wanted to take pictures of them.

The cosplays range from characters from video games to anime...


"Click! Click!"

The sounds of the photographers' DSLR cameras were clearly being heard by everyone nearby as they took photos of the cosplayers standing around the vicinity.


'I don't know why but there's that guy that always asks me if he can take a picture of me everytime at this event.... He just gives me way too much attention, but it's not like I mind it but it gets kind of annoying when I need to go somewhere else...'

Honoka had this thought looking around her surroundings trying to spot the guy.

And ofcourse Yuuki who was standing beside her notices and taps her on the shoulder before asking: "Are you looking for someone?"

"N-Not really" Honoka stuttered as she tried to answer her question whilst trying to look around like a cat trying to catch its prey.

"Come on~ You're obviously lying..." The same cat-like smile emerged once again on Yuuki's face as she attempted to make Honoka tell the truth as to why she's looking around the area.

Honoka just sighs and gives up on trying to keep what she's trying to lie about.

"Ok fine I'll tell you..."

She explained in incredible detail who she was trying to look out for to Yuuki which made her laugh at  Honoka's explaination.

"Seriously...?"

"I-It's not funny!"

"Sorry but it is... haha"

"Geez... This is why I didn't want to tell you..." Honoka pouted.

"Excuse me, Can I take a picture of you two?" 

A man holding a expensive looking camera- the kind that pros use asked the both of them whilst Yuuki was still laughing hard at Honoka's reactions.

'Oh here we go... Although I'm not gonna complain about it this time...'

Honoka groaned internally trying to stop Yuuki from laughing so that the photographer could finally take the picture of the two of them.

"Snap!"

The sound of a camera's shutter went of and the photographer finally got to take a picture of the duo even though Yuuki was trying to hold in her laughter...

X X X

"Followers [80]"

'I only got five new followers...'

Honoka frowned after a few minutes of having a few photographers take pictures of her and Yuuki, which at this time is currently talking to the other people in the group.

'This is dumb, I need to stop checking every few minutes... It's not like it'll make a lot of peple follow me...'

"Honoka? Are you ok? Are getting dizzy?"

"Yeah, I'm fine..."

"Ok then, just making sure..."

Azuki gave a nod toward Honoka who has just put her phone away right after she set it to silent mode with beads of sweat on her teenage-like face.

Their group weren't really gaining much attention as they stood in that large-in-size open space of the doujinshi event's venue in the sweltering heat of the season compared to some that had photographers surrounding them like they were celebrities- No, they are kind of like celebrities in the way that the photographers had surrounded them, and in comparison to them with only the occasional photographer approaching them for a picture.

They looked like a group of misfits that people weren't really interested in...

*bzzt* *bzzt*

Honoka's phone vibrated as a text message had just arrived...


[ [Sender: Editor Shigure
 Subject: none

Are you at home right now?

I'm gonna be dropping by your apartment to talk about something important later.

[End of Message] ]

As she read this aforementioned message; the rest of her group had started to talk about something...

Honoka's expression changed into someone who doesn't know what's going on/Someone that's currently confused...

'Wait... What?  Why does she have to drop by my place? I'm pretty sure I've finished my manuscript already... But wait... Something Important...?'

"Hello~? Honoka? Are you even listening~?"

A hand was being waved in front of Honoka's face to in attempt to get her attention.

"Oh sorry... My editor sent me a message, sorry about that. What were we talking about again?"

Yuuki pouted as she heard Honoka's apology for not listening to what they were talking about.

"Geez... Wait, Editor? Like an editor from a publishing company?"

"Yeah, I'm a light novel author."

Azuki stayed silent for a few seconds making Honoka regret admiting what she does as a job immediatley.

'Oh crap... I accidentally told her about what I do as a job....'

With cold sweat running down her back she awaited Yuuki's reply to her answer...


"That's so cool! What's the title of your light novel?"

Yuuki who was quite a little bit ago now has the look of interest in her eyes.

"Well..."

"Well?"

"It's called... The Immortal Being..."

Honoka replied reluctantly still worried about what other people would think if they found out that she was a novel author.

"That sounds familiar... Like i heard it from somewhere..."

Yuuki took out her smartphone started doing internet searches on it with the typing speed of a office worker that has a upcoming deadline.

"I knew it, It's this one isn't it?"

She asked showing the screen of her smartphone to Honoka displaying the product page of the last volume of her light novels on a online store.

"I-I'm surprised that you know it..."

Honoka gave a nervous smile toward the half angel.

"Sell, to be honest... I found it by random the other week and just bought it to see if i wanted all of its volumes in collection~"

'So she's a collector...'

"Hey, what are you to girls talking about?"

Azuki ran towards us with the skirt part of her costume just flowing freely as if its made from really soft materials.

[To Be Continued...]

A female immortal around the age of 800 decided to join a chat group for cosplayers that had members that are immortals, vampires, hackers, demons, and many more immortal creatures including some fantasy creatures as members.

But the only problem is she has almost no experience in cosplaying and only has a year of experience and writes light novels as a job so she barely has anytime to work on her costumes.

The next day Haruta began a light training routine, early in the morning before the light rays touched the ground, Haruta was jogging at a continuous speed.

"ha ... ha ..... uff" Haruta's breathing was choppy, the training had begun an hour ago and there was little way to go home.

When Haruta opened the big door to enter the garden his face and body were soaked with sweat "The ... body .... of Haruta .... it really was a disaster" Haruta muttered walking through the garden to the entrance from his house, where he quickly went to the bathroom to clean his body before heading to school.

Already in the bathroom of his house Haruta enjoyed his bathroom and when he left he let his voice out to invoke the system again "Statistics" Haruta mentioned doing that in front of him the light blue screen will unfold as usual '

[Vitality: 16]

[Strength: 14]

[Speed: 18]

[Stamina: 13]

"Wow, only the light training today allowed me to increase the values ​​of my statistics, strength was the only one that had no changes ... maybe I should do push-ups or something like that," Haruta said while drying her hair.

Walking around his house naked was already a habit he created in his first life, in his first life he began as an African-American living in the slums and for that reason he was forced to steal to eat.

His first life was not that of an illustrious citizen and therefore he was accustomed to the life of independence, living was only one of the greatest blessings for Haruta and that is why he had no interest in the father of the original Haruta.

He changed his clothes only when he arrived at his room, the original Haruta house was spacious and had enough rooms for a large number of people to stay, without neglecting the traditional atmosphere of Japan.

A mansion in all its forms, the land had possession of an entire block and had four exits to the different streets, one at each cardinal point, all linked with large traditional corridors.

Haruta currently lived at the west exit of the mansion as it accommodated the exit to the school, in addition his room was right next to the dining room belonging to Haruta's father, the 'Ichijo Dining Room' currently closed.

"Yawnnn ..." Haruta let out a long yawn as he left his room with his belongings and in his hand a lot of pages "Let's go for another school day ...." muttered Haruta leaving home in the usual direction.

While walking he checked the money he had in his bank account "Ugh ... there is almost nothing left, I guess I should look for a part-time job" Haruta's smile had vanished in the air, he raised his arms and looked at the pages in his hand "or I find a job as a cook or you become my source of income" in the hands of Haruta rested the manuscript of the first volume of Mahouka which was to be delivered in the hands of Yamamoto today.

After walking all the way, Haruta finally reached the school where he was intercepted by Yamamoto who was waiting for him at the entrance of the school.

"Well, I guess you can also arrive before the time now and then," said Yamamoto, taking his eyes off his phone to look at Haruta who was standing just a few steps away.

"I guess that is enough for a good morning greeting" Haruta approached slowly and stretched out his hand handing Yamamoto the manuscript of his story "Here is the first full volume ..."

Yamamoto took the manuscript with his hands and gave him a quick glance, he turned the pages with a smile of satisfaction on his face "Incredible, I didn't know you had a similar talent, why didn't you mention it before?" Yamamoto asked looking at Haruta with curiosity

"It was something that I began to dedicate myself a short time ago and there was no time to talk about it ... it is also not important" Haruta diverted the conversation to avoid tedious explanations.

Yamamoto stared at Haruta but in the end he could only smile "Well, you don't need to tell me everything, as your best friend will help you with this journey" Yamamoto hit his inflated chest with pride "I have an acquaintance, she is editor of a famous publisher, she will be happy to read your story, do not worry, you will surely have a formal publication "

"Yes, whatever you say," said Haruta, waving his hand and following his path through the entrance of the school to the classroom, but after passing through the arches connected to the front yard, Haruta could see a lot of people in One place.

"What's going on?" Yamamoto asked, appearing next to Haruta while looking at the number of students gathered in one place.

"Don't ask me, I arrived seconds before you" replied Haruta heading towards the crowd

Yamamoto followed Haruta closely "so you are also a curious boy Haruta"

"The entrance is in that direction, I will just pass by everyone and not get involved in anything" Haruta did not alter his speed course or take a look at the show that all the students were so attentive, step among the students with peace of mind

As he passed between the students he finally reached the halls of the school "Well, it seems that I also lost Yamamoto this is really a double prize" Haruta muttered with a big smile as he continued on his way until he was stopped by a familiar silhouette "teacher Shizuka "

"It seems that you continue to avoid everything important just as your behavior report said before the transfer" the words of the beautiful teacher Shizuka made Haruta's facial expression look altered to a full of discomfort.

"Why do you always have to mention something about my transfer?" Haruta asked with a tone full of annoyance

"It is really not necessary to remind you of your old school, besides right now it is not the time to talk about this subject, you have more important things to appreciate right now," said teacher Shizuka pointing outward.

Haruta turned around following the direction that teacher Shizuka pointed to, went straight to where the students were gathered.

Finally Haruta realized why there were so many students gathered, the front yard of the school had been transformed into a training camp.

There was a large field of armed volleyball and the entire Karasuno team was there training or rather playing a practice game with a marker on the side.

[The Fantasia System was successfully activated]

With that message in front of Haruta's eyes, his life turned over once more, a few hours ago he had been the victim of a forced reincarnation and now he had a kind of system in his head.

The story of the African American begins within the body of a Japanese who lives in the world of anime.




The cover is not my authority, I just put the title on it. Credits to their respective author.

The cover will change according to the arc / volume that the story is, if you have constant support I will do my best to have original covers.

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