SO i know this doesnt count as writing(IDK if this is even allowed by terms and service and the rules of services) but since i have nowhere to write this then ill write it here.

I have many thoughts and ideas.. And not one can i make it into a story, so ill make a "Game Theory" style writing for this book. 

Sorry if this doesnt follow the terms and services btw, you can report this all you want.

Letting out a long sigh, I reclined my tired body on the backside of my chair. Both of my hands, which I've been furiously typing with non-stop for the last eight hours, fell powerlessly at the sides of my body.

"I finally did it." In front of me, the screen of my laptop showed the fruit of very long hours of labor.

"I'll punch in the face whoever said being a novel author was an easy job."

Of course, this could also be due to the fact that I waited until the very last day before the deadline given by the editorial to finish the last few volumes of my work. 

Procrastination can be as bad as it is delicious. 

Even so, I felt a certain sense of pride at being able to finish my manuscript in such a short amount of time. Though I got the feeling my editor would fervently disagree with me in that regard, and then surely chastise me with that unnerving gaze of hers. 

"That old hag can be a true slave driver sometimes. She really should try and get laid…"

A chilling sensation went down my back when that thought crossed through my head. I clearly remember that time when I got drunk at home and, through the phone, had the 'courage', though now I think the term 'utter stupidity' would be more fitting, of remind her of her status as a single woman in her forties. 

She came all the way from across the city to my apartment just to beat me up. Her livid countenance as she used that leather purse of hers to beat the crap out of me still haunts my nightmares.
Up till today, I still feel phantom pains when someone says the phrase "women are like wine, the older the better." 

Bitter, I say.

I shook my head to stop that useless line of thinking. I don't gain anything by musing about other people's relationship status.

Standing up from where I was sitting, I did some stretches to drive the soreness of my muscles away. Popping sounds could be heard from all over my body as I did some light gymnastics. Sitting during 8 hours straight can put some real knots in your back. 

After my little bout of exercise, I gave a last cursory glance at the last chapter of my novel before closing up my laptop. Five years ago, if someone said to me that I would be writing web novels in order to have something to eat, I would dismiss them as delusional bastards. But after living by myself for the last three years, I came to understand that the world can be a really harsh place.

Sighing again, I turned from my desk to face the familiar sight of my bedroom. It was a small room with an area of only a few meters square.

There was a single bed with neatly tided white sheets. A nightstand could be seen at the bedside, sporting a little lamp, curiously shaped like a fungus from a certain game of plumber brothers [1]. The faint light of the lamp illuminated the rest of the room, which although was a bit empty, it emanated an aura of cleanliness. 

One would imagine the room of a young man in his twenties to be a messy junkyard, filled with empty cans of instant food and all sorts of crap. But the truth is that I never could stand filthy places, so I always make an extra effort to maintain my place clean.

All in all, my room was completely average, as is the rest of my apartment. But that's good enough already, considering how dilapidated is the building at which my apartment is located. The landlord usually compliments me for 'taking proper care' of my abode, but I know that the old bastard is only concerned for the state of his property. 

I walked sluggishly towards my bed, and dropped on top of it like my soul just left my body. I let myself be embraced by the warmth sensation of the blankets while looking at the ceiling of my room before my mind continued to wander on its own.

It's been already three years since I left my parent's home.
Let's just say that it was not as easy as I thought it would be. I had to get a few part-time jobs only to survive, but I still had to cut out some meals in order to pay for the basic services like water, electricity, and of course, internet. I lost like ten kilograms in the first two months. 

At those moments of hunger, I felt a deep veneration towards both my parents who had to provide food for me since the day I was born.

My bad luck streak continued on. Time and time again, my resume was rejected by multiple companies. Some of them claimed that I didn't have enough experience, while others ensured to give me a call that never came. 

Out of desperation, I turned to writing web novels to try and get some money. Who would have thought that I could become a popular novel author? 
Well, not popular per se, but at least my novel 'The Evolver of Evil' became somewhat well-known on the internet community, gaining me an exclusive contract with Qidian International, and giving me some much needed revenue.

This is how I, Ji Feng, unable to cope with society, became a shut-in novel author.

"This world is too unjust..." Muttered I while closing my eyes. Drowsiness proceeded to take my consciousness away, but even as I fell sleep, my mind was still imagining the life I could never have. 

Sadly, at that time, I failed to notice the stench of rotten eggs, annunciating an accidental gas leakage…

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[1]: Reference to the game "Super Mario Bros".

A novel author from earth died, but unexpectedly found himself transmigrated into another world with a strange power. Now with this power, he will travel through different realities in order to gain power. Now he will aim to become a true powerhouse across the multiverse!


-Ji Feng, how did you became so strong?

"Well, you see, I have an Anime system"

--------------------- Disclaimer --------------------

I do not own the drawing in the cover, nor do I claim ownership of pre-existing content partaining any of the multiple anime or manga used here as a source material.

Cover: https://wallpapercave.com/w/wp1849935

Chapter 72: Lauren Culls 

Lauren have been thinking since the day that Kevin called him that other than Mia Lee knows about the crime that she did 4 years ago. 

She knows herself, that this isn't simply a copyright issue, she didn't write a single word nor change anything in that manuscript. It is theft.

"This will be a big problem if this gets out" then Lauren paces back in front in her living room, she is just starting to be recognized as a writer and her career is finally taking off. 

Everyone is looking forward to Her Last Memories, it was the reason why she was given a chance in the first place. 

"This won't do" she was beginning to panic but a few more days have passed after that phone call with Kevin but nothing happened. Lauren thought that maybe Kevin was just messing with her. 
Lauren then carry over with her regular schedules and finally began to relax. 

Today is just another regular Production meeting that she have to attend before the premiere of the film, she was called over by the Director earlier that day, he said that they have finally finished the film and that they will be able to preview the film before the premiere night. 

"It's finally done" Lauren then looked at the mirror as she was getting ready to go the meeting place. 

She can still remember that night when she stumbled at that script at Kevin Grant's apartment, at first it was just a night one stand with someone she met at the bar. 

Kevin is a beautiful man and also satisfied her in bed but Lauren saw an opportunity that she knows she can't let go. 

In the Kevin's study she saw an old manuscript that was lying around, curiosity got the better of her and started reading the manuscript. 

The more she read it the more she gets sucked into it, it was well written and something that she could never write. 

Lauren then decided to get it from Kevin in any means. 

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"You're finally here, Juno is looking for you, you have to see him first" with a question in mind, Lauren just went ahead and went to Juno. 

Arriving at Juno's office, she went and entered his office only to be welcomed by all the executive staffs of Yillis Production. 

"Take a seat Lauren" Juno, their Executive Producer said in a calm but with full authority. 

"Is there something wrong?" right this moment, Lauren's head is beginning to go blank, she has an idea on what is going on but she needs to keep this façade if she wants to keep her status. 

"This was brought to our attention" Juno then hand over her the manuscript that was given to him by Fraust Holdings. This is a big embarrassment to the whole Production team that could even cause the film to be shelved if they don't settle it properly. 

All that Lauren could ever think that moment is how to deny and conceal the truth. The moment the manuscript was selected, she already thrown away all shame and decided to stick to the lie that led her to success. 

"What is this?" then she grabbed the manuscript that was placed in front of her. It had confirmed her hunch. 

Lauren is having cold sweats break out in her back. 

"Did you really write Her Last Memories?" Juno and the Director of the film James Klerg already went to Mia's University to confirm that this was indeed written by Mia Lee and they found out that it had been their University's representative in a district writing competition where the script won. 

"Of course," Lauren said to the executive without even flinching. She has to keep this façade if she even wants to survive. 

"You see Lauren, We didn't even imagine that this would happen days before the premiere night, maybe it is also my fault to be this trusting" Juno then looked straight to Lauren's eyes, irritation is starting to creep up to him seeing that Lauren still have the guts to lie through her teeth. 

The meeting with Fraust Holdings earlier that day was really embarrassing on his side, when they asked Fraust Holding for an investment to do the movie, there was a mutual trust on the material that they are going to use. 

There is no question that, Her Last Memories is indeed a well written one. 

"It's not your fault Juno, we all know how good the manuscript is, we just didn't think that it wasn't written by her" this tie James spoke up, "that someone would dare steal someone else's writing" 

Game Over. 

Lauren can only hang her head low; she is both nervous and embarrassed. It's been four years since she possessed that manuscript. 

"It is my writing, Mia Lee? She even did the score and didn't say a thing and now you are saying that this was written by her?" She will get all of her cards out until she ran out. 

She cannot let this go and give up this her career. A career that she has built lies. 

"Just stop Lauren, we will remove your name from the credits and won't make a fuss out of this but don't expect anything from anyone of us from now on, you have almost shelved this project" Juno can't take it anymore. In their line of work, reputation is the most important thing. Once you screw up it is hard to get back. 

"Three years' worth of hard work almost went the drain because of you" one of the Line Producers also spoke up. 

None of them are having anymore of Lauren's lies, before she could even say anything, she was asked to get all of her stuff in the office and leave. 

"Please just leave" then everyone in the room left aside for Lauren and Juno. 

"When I read the script, it was really good and that I could work with you for a long time, but it wasn't yours." 

Juno was waiting for her response but this time Lauren decided to stay quiet. 

The only thing that she could think of is who messed up her life. 

"Thankfully Fraust Holdings wants us to handle this internally and didn't make a big fuss or else you can end up in jail" 

"The story would be credited to its original author, I can put you as the screenplay writer if Mia Lee agrees to it" The original material was still in a manuscript form, it was James and Lauren who worked on it to be a screenplay but they didn't do much aside from sorting out the lines. By that time, they decided to stick to the manuscript 100 percent. 

It was the last thing that Juno can do for Lauren and for the hard work that she has done in the past 3 years, but right now, he needs to talk to Mia Lee on what's going to be her decision. 

Whether he admits it or not, the whole production could be at fault at this situation if he doesn't sort it out as soon as possible. 






It was all a mistake that caused him to lose the most important person in his life changing everything important to him. 

Can he revert back to what it used to? Can he recover what was lost? 

He's willing to do everything but she just won't

Chapter 6. Contract (2)

Nagamo-san glanced around Rei's room as he was waiting for Rei to come with tea.

His room was really a mess and was filled with scattered pages and manuscripts.

Anyone would find it hard to sit here but Nagamo-san rather liked it.

Any book lover would find it pleasing to see an author's workplace.

Nagamo-san who had seen many previous rooms like this can tell that Rei's room was like those veteran authors.

He was finding it hard to control his curiosity to read the manuscripts in the room.

It was a manuscript written by someone who had wrote a novel like «Genius», although he didn't knew if it will be the same quality as «Genius» but he really wanted to read it.

It was his habit, he can't contain his curiosity whenever he saw a manuscript.

Although he had read thousands of books till now, it only made his hunger for books increase.

Although he wanted to read the manuscript, it would be rude to do that.

Nagamo-san controlled himself for some time but he don't know why but he was attracted by a manuscript.

It had a peculiar feature that was attracting him to read it and his instincts as a editor were telling him that he will regret it if he didn't read it now.

He subconsciously moved his hands towards the manuscript and grabbed it.

He slowly read the title and the title had already attracted him.

«Your name»

He slowly started reading the manuscript and the more he read, the more he found himself entranced in it.

* * *

Rei opened the door of his room with one hand while carrying tea and snacks in his other.

What he saw inside his room surprised him, Nagamo-san was reading a manuscript and it was non other than the manuscript of «Your name».

He was shocked to see Nagamo-san reading that manuscript and realised that he had forgotten to hide those manuscripts, he had written to practice his writing.

He quickly put the tea and snacks away and snatched the manuscript from his hand.

Nagamo-san was greatly startled when he realised that the manuscript he was reading had been snatched away.

He didn't even realised that Rei had entered the room until the manuscript was snatched from his hand, he was that much entranced in the novel.

He was also not embarrassed that he was caught reading a manuscript without the author's permission, he wanted to read the novel first.

"Re…..Rei, please let me finish that part..first"

Rei had already told Nagamo-san to speak to him casually, that's why he was talking casually with Rei but that wasn't the issue here.

"Nagamo-san, why are you reading this….without my permission"

"I am extremely sorry for that, I will even bow down if you want but please let me read your novel"

"No…I, I can't let you read it any further"

"Wh, why….please let me read it" Nagamo-san said desperately.

Rei didn't knew what to do at that time.

'What do I do? I can't let Nagamo-san read this book further'

The reason Rei didn't wanted Nagamo-san to read this book because he knew that he will request him to publish it after reading it.

But if Rei really published it, then it will be plagiarism. Although Rei will not be suspected of plagiarism as in this world, there is no Makoto shinkai to write this book.

But it will hurt his conscience as a writer. Rei had once thought of continuing his writing career with famous books of earth but he had eliminated that idea as it will hurt his conscience.

He too was a writer, although he was a failed writer, he will also be extremely angry if someone got fame with his work.

For a writer, his work was his own pride. If Rei really published the book as his own work, then he will be the same as a ghost writer.

So, what can he do now? Looking at Nagamo-san, Rei knew he will not give up until he get to read this book.

From his conversations on emails and real life, he knew what kind of person he was. He was a experienced editor with a knack of reading books.

He really loved books and he can go to any lengths to read a decent book.

He was very similar to him, if you only consider the loving books part just that he was a bit too intense than him.

Nagamo-san pestered Rei for several minutes and Rei had to finally let him read it.

When Rei finally gave him the manuscript to Nagamo-san, he literally had tears in his eyes.

'Looks like he really was curious about the novel'

In his past life, when he had read that novel, he also was very curious about the ending. 

His favourite scene was when Taki and Mitsuha have met on the top of the mountain. It was really a well written and dramatic scene.

Nagamo-san enthusiasm with the novel was only normal, it was a great novel which have sold over a million copies in Japan.

Although many people liked the anime film more than the novel, it was only because many people have seen the anime film first and later read the novel.

From a book lover perspective, it was a beautiful novel that will tell you about love, drama, mystery and how all fates are intertwined with each other.

Even it's animation had swept Japan and many countries in its frenzy.

It had created a huge boom across the world and was one of the most famous anime till his death.

He still remembered crying when he had saw the last scene of the film. He was also somewhat frustrated as he wanted to know the story after the ending.

That's kind of novel was it. It was a great ride that no one will regret sitting on.

Only seeing how Nagamo-san was concentrated on the novel and his change of expressions with every turning page, Rei can tell that he was really enjoying this novel.

Time went on and on but Nagamo-san was still fixed on reading the novel.

«Your name» was a novel with a total of 262 pages and Nagamo-san was only on the 150th page. If he really keep reading it, then it will be really late.

That's why Rei had to again snatch the manuscript from Nagamo-san and told him about the time.

He was reluctant and wanted to read more but before he can argue, the sound of door opening was heard.

[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?

Only I know the end of this world.
One day our MC finds himself stuck in the world of his favorite webnovel. What does he do to survive? It is a world struck by catastrophe and danger all around.
His edge? He knows the plot of the story to end. Because he was the sole reader that stuck with it. Read his story to see how he survives!

The therpyist is the worst, having to talk to some one you don't know and you only see twice a week is awful. but Brandon hated more then going to the therpyist was the ride home. 

Since Brandon missed a day of work that day as a Writer he would be behind and not know what to write. 

Brandon moved from north Carolina there he had friends and people he knew. Brandon had been a writer for years and had seen it all his books get rejected time and time again.

one stormy night Brandon was up late writing his heart out, he had created a series of books that were several books each " this is it. my best work ever" Brandon said as he laid the manuscript down on his desk. 

early the next morning Brandon woke up and got dressed, made sure he had the manuscript. then took it to his publisher. 

Ms.Iget was a tall thin lady with tiny black eyes and a long sharp nose. Ms.Iget poured over the manuscript and after several minutes of silence said " it sucks" 
this was a crushing blow but not one I have heard before " you suck, go away Brandon, Idiot,moron,stupid" all things that flew around in Brandon's mind as he reached his house. 

he saw his best friend Rebecca " hey, how have you been?" she said smiling at him her smile was beautiful as her bright blonde hair. Rebecca was the only thing in this stupid world that Brandon felt like living for. if she left all bets were off. but even today Rebecca's smile could not save the sadness that was consumed in his heart and the darkness that closed in around his heart. Rebecca could see this and embraced him " you know me and Alex will always be there for you." Brandon nooded as he let go and headed inside. 
Brandon considered destroying the manuscript but no, it's not the manuscripts fault it was mine. Brandon stood up walked slowly to his kichin and picked up a knife, his mind was telling him no but his body said yes as in a instet Brandon was engulfed in a sea of white as blood sprayed over the floor. 
Brandon looked around and found himself in a destroyed version of his apartment " where am I? Brandon asked as a tall figure walked up to him and said " you know where we are." Brandon paused he knew that voice " that is impossible your not real!" Brandon cried as he removed his hood to reveal himself to be Jason Blackheart " yes Brandon we are in Tylingariea or what is left of Tylingariea for you see Tylingariea is dying it is being consumed by a new darkness a much more powerful darkness, your depression is causing Tylingariea to rote away." Brandon replied ""I am sorry Jason" Jason replied " you must bring back the light only you can Tylingariea no one else only you."

Jeff, owner of the italian restaurant, discovered that for several days, Eric had changed. He was no longer distracted or in a daze, he became wholly spirited. When he entertained the guests he was no longer as awkward as before and he would also occasionally casually joke with them, Jeff even once saw him skillfully tease a thirty-year-old lady on her hippie accent, and get three times the average tip as a reward.
 
"Eric, did something happen recently, you seem very… different ?" During a break once, Jeff could finally not resist and asked. Regarding his old friend's child, he cared very much.
 
"Is it that obvious ?"  Eric asked, somewhat taken aback.
 
Jeff laughed: "It's written all over your face."
 
"It might be because I found a goal. You know people, once they have something they want to do, they'll become more driven."
 
"Oh, what goal ? Do you mind telling me ?"
 
"Of course not,"  Eric replied: "I have decided to become a director. I was writing my first script recently, it will be finished in two days."  (TL: Okay so I know it's confusing since he said scriptwriter in the previous chapter, he's basically talking about his ultimate goal, not the one he will start with. And the matter of the script is explained further down.)
 
"Become… a director ?"  Jeff was somewhat surprised, he subconsciously opened his mouth, wanting to remind him to not aim too high at the beginning, but then he remembered that this child was still mourning his father and swallowed his words.
 
Despite his looks, Eric had maintained his middle-aged mind, so witnessing Jeff's reaction, he just smiled indifferently. After all, this was Hollywood, every year thousands of people came here from all over the world to pursue their dreams in the movie industry, but the successfull were few, so Jeff's reaction was to be expected.
 
"That… When you have finished writing your script,  you can show me. You have to know that in the past I also once wanted to be an actor, well my appearance was not what it is today,"  Jeff patted his large belly and continued: "In the past I was very handsome. I even played a small role in The Godfather, you know. Time flies."
 
Eric was somewhat stunned, he would have never thought that Jeff had such a past, but he quickly composed himself. This was Hollywood after all, in this world's largest movie factory, nothing was impossible. Stallone had even starred in The Italian Stallion. (TL: NSFW movie for those who don't know.)
 
"No problem, when the time comes you can help me by making comments." Eric replied so that Jeff would feel more at ease about this whole ordeal and he could also use external reader's point of view.
 
Although  Eric had already revised this 1988 script as much as possible, he couldn't guarantee that there would be no flaws. As an outsider, Jeff could better help him find loopholes.
 
The two of them chatted for a while. As several guests entered the dining room, Eric hastily went forward to greet them.
 
After a day of work, Eric quickly went home, had his supper in a hurry, and proceeded to busy himself with the Jurassic Park novel and script.
 
The Jurassic Park novel was basically done, and it was time for the final proofreading. Eric planned to send photocopies to several publishing houses tomorrow. For the script however,  he had only written the outline as there were still several points that needed to be worked on. Eric had it all planned out in his mind so he only needed two days to sort things out.
 
He left home the next morning at around 7:00 am, to make several Jurassic Park copies and mail them. He had noted down the addresses of some famous North American publishing houses ahead of time, even if these large-scale publishing houses rejected Eric's draft, he would not be disappointed. It must be known that North America had tens of thousands of large and small publishing houses alike, somebody would eventually take a liking to his novel. Although Jurassic Park once rushed to the New York Times bestseller list, it wasn't technically Eric's goal, what he wanted was to own the copyrights for the movie as well as the TV rights once the novel was published.
 
"Hello, what can I do for you ?" Just as he stepped into the printing shop, a somewhat thin black female clerk warmly welcomed him.
 
Eric pulled out the manuscript from his bag: "I would like to make a few copies of this."
 
As the black girl looked at the thick stack of paper, her eyes lit up slightly and the smile on her face grew brighter: "Sir, can I take a look ?"
 
"No problem." Eric handed over the manuscript.
 
The black girl did not pay attention to the content, but counted the number of pages: "There's more than 300 pages, but I'll count it as 300. A full copy of the manuscript would be 30 US dollars, how many copies would you like sir ?"
 
30 US dollars ! Eric's mouth twitched slightly, he sighed at how expensive that was. He only had a few hundred dollars left and that was after asking for his month's salary in advance.
 
After bargaining back and forth, they finally settled on the price of one hundred US dollars for four copies. Once the money was payed, the black girl politely gave Eric a cup of coffee, then took the manuscript and began copying.
 
Eric held his cup of coffee in a bored manner as he looked at the black girl operating the machine. It would probably be done in half an hour and wouldn't in the way of his waiting job. Although it only gets busy after 10 at the restaurant and even if he knew that Jeff would definitely not deduct his wages even if he was late, friendship was friendship, and work was work. Eric was aware that if he wanted to maintain his current relationship with Jeff, he shouldn't slack off.
 
About ten minutes later, the printing shop entrance darkened a little. Eric looked up and saw a brown-haired white man carrying a bag stepping into the shop.
 
The man was about 40 years old and one meter seventy in height. In spite of this, he appeared very sturdy, sported a brown stubble, had an aquiline nose and wore gold-rimmed eyeglasses. His forehead was slightly bald and his entire person was exuding a gentle feeling.
 
"Welcome sir, can you wait a minute ?"
 
The brown haired man gently nodded and politely greeted Eric as he sat down next to him. The black girl temporarily stopped the work at hand and quickly poured a cup of coffe to the newly arrived guest: "Sir, I will be done with the other customer in about ten minutes, please accept this coffee in the meantime."
 
The man thanked her as he received the cup. His eyes followed the black girl as she manipulated what seemed to be manuscript and his eyes moved slightly. There were only three people in the shop and he couldn't help but look at Eric.
 
"If I might be so bold as to ask, is that manuscript yours ?"
 
Eric nodded: "Yes, it's a novel I just finished. I'm making several copies."
 
"You look like a high-school student, it's really impressive for someone your age."
 
"Thank you, this is actually my first novel, so I don't have that much confidence."
 
"No, one must believe in one's self. … Would you mind me reading it ?" Saying that the brown-haired man pulled out a business card and gave it to Eric: "I have a small publishing house, you see."
 
Eric received the name card and took a look:
Michael Klaus, "The Night Elves" Publishing House Manager.
Eric's eyebrows jumped , thankfully it's not Michael Crichton. Eric couldn't help but scold the westerners' lack of creative names. He remembered that in Eric's high school, there were already two guys called Jake, and two girls called Jessica, and that was in his grade alone. If you considered the whole school, the students with the same name were many. Some didn't even bother giving their children a proper name, Robert Downey had only lazily added "Jr." next to his son's.
 
Anyway, letting the man look wouldn't do any harm so Eric gave him a freshly photocopied version. The opposite party received it and looked at the book's title: "Jurassic Park, very interesting name."
 
Eric faintly smiled but did not say anything. Michael Klaus also didn't comment any further and started to read. The more he read, the more Michael's casual look gradually became serious. Although he had just praised Eric, but taking his age into account, he didn't think that such a youngster could write anything worth mentioning. In his past business dealings, those best-selling authors were almost all men full of experience and their knowledge was as vast as the sea.
After quickly and carefully reading the manuscript in hand, Michael earnestly reorganized the somewhat scattered and in disordered pages as he looked at Eric. His eyes were full of surprise, excitement, and determination.
 
"Young man, can you tell me your name ?"
 
"Eric Williams." Eric wasn't a hypocritical person so he truthfully answered. With his past life experience, there was no way he wouldn't understand the change in Michael's expression. Although he didn't plan to give Jurassic Park to a small publishing house, but getting acquainted with Michael Klaus wouldn't do any harm. If Jurassic Park got rejected by these well-known publishing houses, he would at least have a backup plan.

An advertising director is reborn in 1988 Hollywood as an eighteen-year-old blond-haired westerner named Eric Williams.

From then on, he starts writing movie scripts and television songs, becomes skilled in directing every kind of film, wins over all kinds of female celebrities, and takes the road to become a Hollywood legend.

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ATTENTION!

This is not an original novel, all rights in this story belong to JUST DO.

The translation of most chapters is done by: Elawn, Nano4bots and Sissy That Walk.

My translation will start where they have left it, my translation may not be as good as theirs but I would like it much more people to know more about this story that I liked so much.

I WANT THAT I LIKE THIS HISTORY A LOT, BUT I DO NOT AGREE TO A LOT OF THE BEHAVIORS BOTH OF THE PROTAGONIST AND SOME CHARACTERS. IN THIS HISTORY CHARACTERS OF REAL LIFE APPEAR AND I DO NOT ASSURE THAT THE DATA PROVIDED IN THIS HISTORY WILL BE TRUE.

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 manuscript was not a record of any ancient magic, or lost treasure. In fact, it was only a simple and highly compressed log. Vivian began recording intermittently thousands of years ago. The main content was what she saw and did before she went into hibernation each time and also after she awakened. There were also stories of her activities in the world. Since the manuscript contained some memory recollection in the beginning, its record could actually be traced back more than 10,000 years ago, or even more. Due to the appearance of the Quaternary Ice Age at the beginning of the manuscript, 10,000 years was a conservative estimate.
However, Vivian had completely forgotten everything. If it had not been for her fortunate reunion with Pavel, the precious non-duplicable information would have been lost forever. Cold sweat trickled down Hao Ren's spine as he though how close Vivian had come to that. The maiden's lack of memory made him uneasy.
Time after time of hibernation and revival, with various key events as nodes, the manuscript recorded the experience of an immortal over the past 10,000 years along a blurry timeline. The primitive appearance of the earth's Prehistoric Period could be seen in the text. Ancient demons that vanished following the end of the Mythical Era were frequently mentioned in the manuscript.
Hao Ren's thoughts seemed to drift back to the age of human ignorance age with Vivian's voice—to the earth, it was a recent memory, but to the humans, it was an unsearchable era. At that time, humans were just wild creatures who dwelled in the caves while ancient beasts and the invincible nature ruled the earth. The ancient otherworldlings with godlike powers ruled the entire world. Most of them did not even think of establishing theocracy in human society, but their activities had deeply affected the primitive humans at that time. Hence, the humans produced the most primitive and ignorant belief systems in the primitive gods. They were confused between the various natural phenomena and the otherworldings, who could summon nature. Humans deemed them as primordial gods. While Vivian roamed the world aimlessly, she was also deemed as one of the primordial gods on specific occasions and time.
But every single time, she did not roam the world long enough: the inexplicable drowsiness always haunted her.
The records on the manuscript continued, and human civilization began to emerge. This was an interesting phenomenon for Vivian.
"...Awakening in a subterranean crevice, the stone chamber in which I slept in had completely sunken deep into the earth as if there had been an earthquake during my hibernation. Fortunately, I did not fall into the underground magma. It's spring on the surface, and once again everything has become unfamiliar. The place where a big lake was supposed to be has now become a grassland. The soil around it has also become very fertile. Humans have been found to raise herds in the pastureland. They no longer wear animal skins, and their villages have undergone great changes—houses built of stone and wood seem to be sprouting fast. The clothes on my body are worn out. It is getting increasingly unnecessary to use magic to maintain them. Perhaps, something can be sourced from the humans...
"Additionally, I found the lithograph I left near the place where I hibernated. It recorded the bad feelings I had before going dormant. It is weird. I have no impression of it, but I have still decided to copy it down like I used to. Perhaps, it might be useful in the future.
"Advancing along a river, more fertile lands and larger human settlements appeared before my eyes. They have increased in large number in the wilderness. It was amazing. There must be something helping them resist the threats around them. Humans can deal with beasts, but not my fellow beings... Upstream, I found a human asylum run by my old friends, Amon and Osiris. They were protecting a human kingdom. This was a very strange, but pleasing encounter. Their attitude towards humans was better than that of my other peers... I think of Zeus, whom I met in the past and... um, was it Hella or Hera? The couple seemed to have similar thoughts, but I have no idea where they are living in now. Perhaps I should go to them. My physical strength is recovering, it is a good time to embark on a journey.
"...I could not find the Zeus couple, because I was lost in a strange place under the red moonlight, feeling irritated. There were hostile villains who hated me. No matter how much I kill, it could only make you angrier... Maybe there was some kind of illusion here. Anyway, the drowsiness has hit again. I must go to sleep."
Hao Ren's brows were pulled together as he seemed to have found something suspicious in between the lines while Vivian continued to translate.
"...Waking up in water, it seems like I have been soaked for a long time. Looks like there were changes during my sleep as water from the underground river had poured in. This world is always changing, no matter where I sleep, there is no absolute safety. Even if one was to bury themselves in the ground to escape the harassment of others and the beasts, it is difficult to deal with geological changes. I have found the notes I had left before I slept, and it was about fighting with people as well as emotional problems. But as always, I have no impression of the strange emotions I felt that time, and I can only believe that these things really happened. I now have a new way of taking notes. I can have the records on the slate and rags be transferred to the soft yarn that Horus has given me.
"Remembering the previous plan and setting out to find Zeus and Hera, I remembered that they settled on a high mountain. I should be able to find them by referring to the positions of the stars. I hope the change of the stars will not be too great.
"...I found the Zeus as well as Hera and we were happy to meet each other. The humans they sheltered were also very prosperous. The humans have even built huge cities and stone wonders. Although the buildings have no magical power, they are almost as large as the temple. It seems as though Poseidon is dissatisfied with this. He does not like to see that mankind has the ability to build the same wonders as the gods.
"...I have compiled some previous records in my spare time. I was puzzled by my sleepiness and awakening. Others—including werewolves and wraiths—do not experience the sleepiness like I do. Then, I found some patterns…"
"Some patterns..." Vivian put down the manuscript, and her face was gloomy. "Mr. Landlord, I feel weird."
Reading between the lines, Hao Ren had long felt a certain bizarreness, but everything was vague and difficult to grasp. He looked at Vivian, scratching his chin. "You can't remember the manuscript at all?"
"Not at all." Vivian frowned. "However, according to the sporadic memories in the manuscript, I forgot some of the things recorded in the past, but I would always leave behind fragments of memory so I was able to recollect the bits and pieces later, then add them in the manuscript. However after the last hibernation... I've simply forgotten everything, even the manuscript itself."
"The last time you slept... it was after you fought with the vengeful spirit 300 years ago." Hao Ren looked at Vivian. "That was the most serious one, because you lost the most important part of the memory: you forgot the fact that you've been writing a dairy for the last 10,000 years."
Vivian looked at the manuscript. The simple drawings recorded what she saw on Earth during a certain period, but more information was on all sorts of bizarre, monster-like creatures. Each time before Vivian hibernated, she would be irritated as well as angry, and she would end up exterminating monsters in battle. After that, she would fall into a deep sleep. Before that, she would draw an image of her own enemy as if she wanted to remind herself during her next awakening to stay vigilant when she met the monsters again.
Looking at the weird drawings, Vivian whispered as she pondered, "In summary, there were two kinds of sleep: one was when I was doing nothing, or when I was about to starve to death. Because of poverty I would actively choose to sleep through my hard days. This kind of dormancy was controllable, and it looks like there were no sequelae. After waking up, I would only lose a fraction of my memory or not lose anything at all without significantly weakening my physical strength. But the manuscript also records the second scenario, where I would have to sleep when the drowsiness hit."
Hao Ren looked into Vivian's eyes. "After this uncontrollable drowsiness passes, you would lose a lot of memories and your body would be abnormally weak after waking up?"
"I'm not really sure," Vivian said, waving and forcing a smile. "The most difficult thing for a person with amnesia is to recall what one has forgotten in the first place. I don't really have any impression of the many details in this manuscript. But after a few times of waking up from the deep sleep, I did feel unusually weak..."
"Including the last time." Hao Ren tapped the table with his knuckles. "Your last sleep happened after you destroyed the vengeful spirit. And it was an uncontrollable sleep caused by the sense of drowsiness. So, you are now in a state of weakness?"
Vivian looked at herself and said, "But I still feel energetic."
"Don't kid around. People always feel energetic before they die."
"...Mr. Landlord, you're being caustic."
Hao Ren hemmed and said, "Well, I mean figuratively. In short, I don't know if you've noticed a minute detail: you experienced the same thing each time before you fell asleep!"
Vivian was wide-eyed. "Now I've got it; arrogance, anger, getting into conflicts with people for no reason, and... the unknown fights I got into. I've got no clue who the enemies in the manuscript are, and the drawings look unfamiliar to me."
"But you were the one who authored the manuscript." Hao Ren stared into Vivian's eyes. "Are you sure you can't remember the contents of this part? The last time you slept was 300 years ago. Can't you even remember that happening?"


As a person who is down-to-earth as well as a good Samaritan, Hao Ren desires to live the rest of his life as a benevolent landlord. Stumbling into a curious yet mysterious lady, he began his journey of “collecting” abnormal and supernatural tenants. 
His life only became more chaotic when he receives a labor contract from “God”. Discover the many races, myths and worlds that lie beyond what humans define as normal! This bizzare fantasy full of fun is sure to bring you on a crazy rollercoaster of emotions!

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