Amend The above cartoon shows an unconventional sports application of the Fibonacci numbers (left two panels). (The right panel instead applies the Perrin sequence).

Mai Dong repeatedly took a few deep breaths, sucking in the air inside the helmet before letting it out. She had lowered the temperature inside the EVA suit as the low temperatures allowed her to maintain clarity of thought.
"Miss Mai Dong, your EVA suit's temperature is dropping." Tomcat monitored Mai Dong's situation as it said. "At the same time, your heartbeat is rising."
"Yes, I know," Mai Dong replied. "It's because it's too hot inside the suit. I'm perspiring all over… I definitely have to take a shower when I return. I haven't had a bath for a long time. I must be stinking."
"Is the Water Reclaimer on the space station still operational?" Tang Yue asked.
"It is," Mai Dong said. "The water and air reclaimer are operational. The space station is different from the surface station. This kind of completely sealed space hardly causes any loss in water… I really miss the feeling of showering on land. It just feels so great. On the space station, the water doesn't flow down at all, and all that gets sprayed out is a mist of water that sticks to the skin.
The girl grunted. Clearly, she was very displeased with the United Space Station's bathroom.
"I've already forgotten what it feels like to shower," Tang Yue said insipidly.
"The Kunlun Station's folding bathroom hasn't been opened in six months," Tomcat said faintly. "When I was inspecting it yesterday, I found a layer of dust over it."
"Haven't showered in six months…" The girl clicked her tongue. "Won't you stink? It wouldn't feel comfortable wearing clothes."
"Have you forgotten?" Tomcat said. "This fellow doesn't usually wear clothes."
"Wow… guys are terrifying." Mai Dong stared at the screwdriver in her hand. She was removing the screws on the outer shell. "I can't imagine such a life. Isn't the Kunlun Station like a pile of trash? It's said that cockroaches will breed if dirty clothes are left there… I need to shower after some time. To save water, I've even cut my hair short."
"Hey, hey, lady. Not showering while maintaining cleanliness is a talent guys are born with. Even if we don't shower for prolonged periods of time, we can still remain spotless," Tang Yue said. "Lin Ching-Hsuan once said, 'Spotless doesn't mean the lack of dust, but to let the dust rise while I be my own sunshine."
"Oh." Tomcat shot a glance at him. "You are still pretty philosophical."
"I'm a new-age celibate philosopher that's filled with the fortitude to criticize just like Immanuel Kant," Tang Yue said.
"You are only someone bal…" Tomcat sneered.
"You're the balls!"
"What balls? How crude." Tomcat pretended to wear a blank look. "I was saying that you are only someone balking at depression." 
F*ck.
Tang Yue cursed inwardly. This darn cat was getting smarter.
Mai Dong held an electric screwdriver sucking away the third screw as she carefully stored it in her pouch.
Due to the lack of gravity, everything would float around randomly. The pouched needed to be covered, and large tools that couldn't be stuffed into the pouches had to be inserted into protective sleeves to keep them still.
"Mr. Cat, Tang Yue, the outer shell of the sensor has been opened… There's one last screw left." Mai Dong removed the last screw before storing the electric screwdriver into her tool bag. "The four screws have been removed. I can now open the lid."
The girl's actions were very slow. When Tomcat and Tang Yue monitored her actions through the camera, it felt as if they were watching her in slow-motion.
The EVA suit used for spacewalks was even bulkier and heavier than the Radiant Armor. It was thanks to the arm that it saved her quite a bit of effort; otherwise, using the manned maneuvering unit (MMU) or taking one step at a time would be just too time-consuming.
Mai Dong removed the outer shell of the sensor, exposing the wiring within.
"Mr. Cat, I need to move slightly to the left."
Tomcat controlled the arm to move slowly as Mai Dong adjusted her posture. She leaned in close to the sensor's opening and to prevent any blind spots, she tied a tiny mirror in the middle of her right palm. This was a trick Tang Yue had taught her. By using a mirror, she could look into deeper corners that the human eye couldn't see.
"Mai Dong, adjust the camera down a little. We need to access the damage to the circuit."
Mai Dong nodded as she aimed the camera at the opening. As she moved around, Tomcat and Tang Yue saw the control circuit within the sensor. All kinds of complicated, different-colored wiring were arranged together. Each circuit had a white number that extended from different areas before heading somewhere else. Mai Dong wasn't a professional electrician, so she couldn't understand the letters and numbers on them.
Tang Yue sat in front of the monitor as he held the operation plans in hand while instructing Mai Dong to use a pair of tweezers to remove the surface wires and find the C1002 circuit.
"How's the situation?" Tomcat asked.
"There's a disconnection between the data processor and the actuator." Tang Yue pondered for a few seconds. "The best solution is to swap out the wire. Mai Dong, look… Connected above the dark red wire is the sensor's data processor. Connected below is the actuator's control unit. Do you see the wire?"
"I see it."
"That's the wire you need to change. I suspect the reason for the malfunction is that the wire core has disconnected. At the end of this circuit is a hexagonal nut. To swap the conducting wire, you need to remove this nut. Likewise for the other end. The work needed requires a lot of precision and will be quite difficult." Tang Yue asked. "Can you do it?"
"No problem." Mai Dong nodded.
"There's still another twenty minutes before the sun sets. Do you want to continue or return to the space station?" Tomcat took a look at the time.
"I can still continue." Mai Dong blinked. Beads of sweat were clinging to her eyelashes as she subconsciously wished to raise her hand to wipe it before realizing that she was wearing an EVA suit.
"Let's stop here." Tang Yue shook his head. "You have already completed the goal for the first EVA (Extravehicular Activity) mission. What you need to do now is rest. Removing the conducting wire can wait until your second EVA mission. We still have time, so there's no need to rush it. The sun will set over there soon. It's inconvenient to work in the dark and it's prone to problems… Tomcat, pull Mai Dong back."
Mai Dong exhaled as she checked all her tools. Then, she leaned against the EVA suit's internals to rest, awaiting the arm's movement.
She looked up, seeing the towering solar panels standing before her. They were reachable just by extending her hand. These solar panels were as tall as thirteen stories. It was a massive structure that was only second to the main structure.
While inside the core module, Mai Dong didn't find it large, only when she approached it did she realize the magnificence of the giant. There were a total of eight solar panels and when the eight panels aligned before you, you would feel a deep sense of alarm.
When you realized that you were in Martian orbit more than a hundred million kilometers away from Earth, you would become shocked.
The arm began moving as it took Mai Dong away from the battery bank.
Sunlight shot through the gaps in the solar panels as the steel, rectangular structure, and the cylindrical cabins formed a complicated composition in Mai Dong's eyes.
In the pitch-black, cold background, humanity's heavy industry occupied most of this composition. The light and shadows drew a clear outline. It was just a cold machine, a product of physics and engineering—like a monster born out of the Universe's laws.
And the sun was the source of all that was bright. It looked distant and warm. It passed through the void and the machine, tainting the picture with a faint layer of golden luster.


Payload specialist, Tang Yue, who is a mechanical and electrical engineer by training, is left stranded on Mars when he receives news from his AI robot assistant, Tomcat, that Earth has exploded. He believes himself to be the last human in the Universe.
Turns out, he is only the last man in the Universe. Botanist, Mai Dong, had been left on the United Space Station (USS) orbiting Mars, to await Tang Yue's ascent to the USS before they make their journey back to Earth. But now, it's impossible.
Join the trio's quest for survival as they attempt to unravel the mystery of Earth's disappearance.

I woke up to my reflection.

A guard was dangling a hand mirror in front of my face.

"Look at yourself," he said to me. And that's exactly what I did. I looked in the mirror and saw brokenness, anger, hurt, pain, sorrow and the list goes on and on. They were trying to tear me down. But there was a little part of my heart that was still beating. 

I was once again dragged off by the guards into another room. This room was as devoid of beauty as I am of hope. The room has an undertone of bleach and the floor is simply grey. Some more guards appeared and locked the door behind us. 

"Bucky is here."

I recognised the man who told me this. Alexander Pierce, Secretary of S. H. I. E. L. D. 

Then I saw Bucky. He was strapped into a hideous looking machine. It was a brainwashing machine. 

I stood there quietly, keeping my eyes closed, matching my breaths to the beeping of the machine. My legs were numb. 

Helplessly, I watched him as he was approached by two men in ominous white jackets. They pushed him back and placed two metal panels on either side of his head. 

I slid my eyes sideways, they'd handcuffed his wrists to the machine bars. Short, but plenty deep cuts ran along his arms. 

Then it happened. The machine made a whirring noise and the panels on Bucky's head produced violent blue sparks. Bucky produced the most hysterical yelling and crying, the screaming sobs only interrupted by his need to draw breath. It was a primal sound, one we're programmed not to ignore.

Whilst this was occurring, Pierce approached me, twisted my chin to face him and told me that "we are showing you Steve Rogers' past first. Then brainwashing you." 

Then it was my turn to sob. My chin trembled as if I was a small child. I breathed heavier than I ever had before. I was gasping for air that simply wasn't there. My throat burned to form a silent scream. When the wracking sobs passed I cried in such a desolate way that no-one could bear to listen for long. I was escorted out of the room and regretfully I glanced back at Bucky, emotional pain flowed out of his every pore and from his mouth came a cry from so raw that even the eyes of one of the strangers around us were suddenly wet with tears. 

When I was left alone in my cell again I distinctly remember that the world turned into a blur, and so did all the sounds. The taste. The smell. Everything was just gone. I paused trying to hold back the strange feelings rumbling inside me but I couldn't. A lone tear tracked down my cheek, and just like that, the floodgates opened once more. 

And here I am now. I don't know when I will be writing in here again or if I will be. But what I do know is that I will always love Steve no matter what his past will show me. The thought of my turn in that machine tomorrow resulted in me crying once more, but this time as if my brain was being shredded from the inside. Ironic isn't it? That's what's going to happen to it tomorrow. 

I curl up in a ball on the stone-cold floor and can feel it unravelling, the threads of every happy memory I could ever once recall, all but disarray of strings scattered about my feet. My mouth is open, an eternal silenced scream, saliva dripping from behind my teeth and onto the ground, stained with the memory of those I ever loved.

 A part of me is already dying inside.

So here we are! Volume two! I have now spent over a month in the Freedom Fighters’ Compound and I am absolutely loving my time here. 

Right I will stop rambling on now and let you read on about my adventures in the second month of being a Freedom Fighter.

It has accounts from other people too, one person who I hope is dead now and the other account is from Captain Thomas himself! So although it starts off horrendous, it ends on a very happy note ;)

Back at his house in North Houston, Damien had entered his home and deactivated his alarm system. He walked around the living room furniture and headed down the corridor leading from his study to his bedroom.

As he entered his room he quickly turned and locked the door. Reaching down underneath the frame of his night stand, he removed a false panel that contained an IR remote. He pointed the remote directly toward a photo of him and Elens fastened on a nearby wall. The photo depicted a 6 year old Elena who had just won her first Brazilian JiuJitsu competition.  Damien had her hoisted up on his shoulders and they both had there hands in the air brandishing their most fierce victory pose. 

He smiled as he pressed the button that deactivated the magnetic locks that kept bedframe locked in place "where it should be."

Damien squatted down and placed his hands against heavy king sized bed frame, and bed and began pushing. it didn't take to much force as the pegs at the bottom had been fitted with a set of rollers. As he pushed the bed farther to the left of the room, a small doorway was revealed. 

The door was padded with a spongy foam like material that covered the titanium steel frame. The door had no handle, but this was no issue. Damiem pointed the IR remote at another photo of Elena. This one depicted a four year old Elena underneath a beach umberella, covered from head to toe in sand with a goofy grin on her face. 

The thick titanium steel door swung forward slightly after Damien had pressed the second button. He placed the remote back underneath the night stand and returned the false panel. he walked into the dimly lit room and pressed the luminecent red button on the side of the wall. it was at this point that the mechanized door shut and the bed frame rolled back into place. The room had returned to it's original state with no indication of Damien still being present. 

The secret room that Damien had entered was suprisingly sizable, and was fitted with advanced sound proofing technology. Along the perimeter of the room near the ceiling, runic etchings could be observed. The writing was of an unknown tongue to Damien but it's purpose was explained to him. "To conceal the room from prying eyes and ears." She had said to him. The room was mostly plain and boasted soley a single chair and a table with a large ornate mirror hanging on the wall directly in front. On the table rested a relic of a dagger and a wooden box.

Damien picked up the dagger and drew it across his thumb creating a small slit. Immediately blood began to drip from the wound. He placed it against the mirror and wrote in a foreign language what had always seemed to be a name to him. He then opened the box and removed a golden coin. The coin showed a beautiful woman on one side, and on the other a shining sun. He flicked the coin towards the mirror while saying "Diana." The coin phased through the mirror with ease and the mirror began to shine with a consortment of different colors.

 Still shining a blinding rainbow light, Damien lifted his hand toward his eyes to cover them from the obtrusive sight. A beautiful voice rang out from the mirror just then. 

"Damien? It is not yet time for you to report." The voice sounded from the mirror and reverberated off of the wall. 

Damien loosened his tie and looked up. "I know, we have a problem."

*****

Elena had finally calmed herself down enough to think straight. It was one thing after the other and she was tired of surprises. She just wanted things to go back to the way they were before. She wanted to be happy like she was before with her dad. Before she knew she wasn't his actual daughter. 

Back then she had already felt like an outsider not being able to live like a normal kid. Having to be home schooled; Having to be escorted everywhere she went; Being forced to learn things normal kids wouldn't learn. It was to much as a child. When she found out the truth about her adoption she had felt like even more of an outcast. She had the biggest melt down and yelled at her dad like she never had before. 

Ever since then she had acted out against her Father. He had finally let off a little recently and let her roam freely without calling the whole damn police force to find her. Now she had messed up big time and she was expecting the harshest punishments possible. If she were able to avoid going to juvenile, she would still basically be in jail back at home. 

She had all of these thoughts running rampant in her mind. She couldn't stop thinking about how her entire life and choices that she made lead her to this momment. She sat back against the wall of the holding cell and sighed. Her chest felt tight with sadness and heartache. She was conflicted about what to do. 
"What can i do in the situation anyway?" She whispered to herself.

Thats when she remembered the game like system she had been confronted with and the drastic change to her body. "Wait, maybe i can do something." She said excitedly as she slid her hand around her now slim frame still mystified by the obvious absurdity of loosing that much weight without ever lifting a finger. She had worked out religiously before but could never shake her pudge so she eventually stopped trying. Now she had the body of a model. 

Elena thought back to what had made the panel appear before. "Uhhhh, status thingy." She said hesitantly. Suddenly right before her eyes, a translucent blue panel floated displaying the same information as before and a beautiful female voice spoke directly to her mind. 

               "<Please select a class>"

"Ok, ok." She thought, wondering if the voice could hear her or if it was just like an NPC program in a game. "I'll choose a damn class alright.

She looked at the three classes available. At the bottom of the panel there were three dots. The first one was darkened while the other two were a pure white. she tried to swipe to the next page with her finger but it didn't work. she moved both of her hands toward the panel. Her right hand passed through while her left hand stopped right on top of cleric.

                "<You have Selected [Cleric]. Do you wish to continue as [Cleric]>" The delightful voice rang in her mind once again startling her.

"Wait, no no no no. Not cleric. I was trying to swipe to the next page. Clerics are weak as fuck." She tried grabbing at the panel again just as another panel had appeared with the prompts "Yes or No" written. Still not understanding the mechanics of the system her left hand inadvertently stopped on yes while her right hand passed straight through.  

       "<Congatualtions, You are now a [Cleric]>"

Elena's status panel updated. As she began receiving new information, new panels flashed in front of her eyes.  Her status now read
_______________________________________________
Name: Elena Amathusia      Level-1
Race: Human
Class: Cleric
Title: None

Strength-10
Defence-10
Wisdom-10
Intelligence-10
Dexterity-10
Charisma-10

Exp. 0/100
_______________________________________________

"Dang, a cleric..." Elena sat there dismayed by her accidental choice. 
"Maybe it's not so bad." 
*ping*
The system spoke to her once agian.

"<You have received the blessing of an unknown Goddess. Your Charisma stat has been drastically affected>"

"<You have received a new Title, [The blessed child]. You will receive a 15% boost in casting speed while equipped>"

"<You have gained a new skill [Compel] Your commands will be difficult to refuse for 30 seconds after activation>"

"What the heck, i don't even serve God. Why the hell is he blessing me? Oh wait that says Goddess. And i got a skill already...hmm. Must be because of the Goddess's blessing."

Elena looked at her Stats again since she had received a stat boost from the Goddess's blessing.

_______________________________________________
Name: Elena Amathusia      Level-1
Race: Human
Class: Cleric
Title: [The Blessed Child]
Goddess:?????????

Strength-10
Defence-10
Wisdom-10
Intelligence-10
Dexterity-10
Charisma-100

Exp. 0/100
_______________________________________________

Elena's jaw had dropped. From ten to one-hundred charisma just from a blessing.  Who was this mystery Goddess. She finally figured out how to interact with the system panels from her last mistake. For some reason, the panel only responded to her left hand. 
She deliberated on what she should do next after swiping left, causing all of the panels up to dissipate.
"With the blessing and the skill i just got, i could basically do whatever the hell i want. But how do i activate it?"

"What are you yammering about over here. You've gotta stop talking to yourself girly. I can't even hear myself think with your satanic mumbling." The guard had returned and was yelling at Elena from behind a desk, about 5 meters away from the cell. 

"A perfect test subject" she thought to herself. She closed her eyes and urged the skill to activate thinking the word "Compel" over and over in her mind. 

"You should come over here and let me out right now." Elena demanded.

"What? Are you stupid or something. Don't think because your Daddy works here your gonna get treated like a princess. Now answer me ya little brat. What are you mumbling about?"

Elena tried again focusing every ounce of her being on activating the skill. Then suddenly Elena felt a warm sensation building up in the pit of her stomach. It traveled slowly up untill she could feel a pulsating in her throat. At the same time tbis happened, a panel appeared in her peripheral displaying a 30 second mark. It began counting down. 
 
Elena opened her glowing red eyes and looked straight at the guard. She spoke, her voice was filled with power and the room almost shook with each word she spoke. 
"COME OVER HERE AND LET ME OUT."

She didn't scream, but the sound of her voice was so powerful that it reverberated off of the walls. 

The guard slumped and walked over with his keys. He unlocked the large steel door and let Elena out. 

"DON'T FOLLOW ME, AND DO NOT ALERT ANYONE THAT I'VE LEFT. ALSO GIVE ME YOUR KEYS."

Elena's voice sounded loud and foreign to even her own ears. She almost went to cover them when she spoke. The guard obeyed all of her commands and handed over the keys. Elena ran out of the Holding area into the mostly empty hallway dodging officers. 

"3"
"2"
"1"
"Cool down, 2 minutes"
a system panel informed but she was well and done with the skill already and swiped it out of view.

Soon Elena had walked out of the front door of the county jail with the biggest smile stuck on her face.

Elena is a young misguided 17-year old who just wants to live everyday like it's her last. Growing up without her Mother has been difficult, and with an over-protective Father who seems to have it out for her at every turn; Who could blame her for making a run for it with any chance she got. She searches the streets for like minded individuals and unsurprisingly, she befriends a group of thugs that she beleives to have her best interest in mind. When things take a turn for the worst, her so called friends leave her teetering at the edge of life and death. Just when she thinks all hope is lost, there's a flash of light and an audible voice. [Please press start]. Elena awakens to abilities, and the rocking bod of her dreams, but it comes with a price. She stirred to action some powerful forces, and when things get messy she'll have only herself and the system for guidance. A young troubled teen who gains strange abilities. What could go wrong? Find out in Relationship Status. 

Copy right notice, the book cover of this novel belongs to https://s481.photobucket.com/user/MercuriusTJ/profile, and i by no means claim it as my own, or intend to make it seem as such.

Alexander awoke, he opened his eyes, as he looked at this familiar ceiling, he pondered,
'I was born at 10:00, if I don't awaken then it's over unless they got my birthday wrong'
Alexander rolled over on his bed, turning toward the nightstand and looking at the digital clock sitting on it, '9:55', he was going to be 16 in 5 minutes, and in 5 minutes, his fate would be sealed.
*Ba-dump, Ba-dump*
He felt his heart beating quicker and quicker as the seconds went by, finally, the numbers on the clock became 10:00, he felt a sudden heat in his body, starting from the heart, it started spreading toward the other parts of his body until he felt his entire body burning, unable to withstand the pain, he passed out.
When he woke up, although it was extremely blurry, he could see that it was already 18:00, classes had already ended at that hour, his parents also still didn't come home yet, he sat on his bed as he felt the urge to puke, eventually, he just laid on it, waiting for the urge to puke to cease and for his vision to lose its blurriness.
Closing his eyes, he wondered, 'Was that my awakening? I knew that everyone went through a different awakening but I didn't expect mine to be so painful', waiting for about 15 minutes, he opened his eyes again.
Stunned, that was how he felt when he opened them again, he noticed 2 panels appearing right in front of him, one was of a vibrant red, the other was of a deep blue.
On the red panel, it was written,
<Congratulations>
<You were chosen to succeed Eclipse>
<With your name, others will quake in fear>
The other one read,
<Congratulations>
<You were chosen to succeed Enigma>
<As they hear your name, Villains will quake in fear>
Without having the time to process anything, Kingsley noticed the number '10' being above both of those panels, he guessed that it was a countdown as he saw it go down to 9, 8, eventually reaching 0.
Alexander started instinctively shuddering, as the two panels started turning grey showing 'Errors' all over them, Alexander started noticing as those 2 panels started growing closer to each other, as they grew closer, he'd have the feeling as if a nail was being rammed through his skull, he wished to be able to lose consciousness again but he seemed unable to, he started biting down on his pillow to prevent himself from screaming in pain, when the 2 eventually overlapped, only then did the pain stop.
He stopped biting down on his pillow and noticed that although the panel disappeared, he seemed to be able to instinctively control it, with a simple thought of his, the panel appeared again,
[General]
<Alexander Kingsley>
<Race: Human>
<Power Level: Human>
<Strength: 9>
<Speed: 10>
<Vitality: 8>
With another thought, this panel disappeared, leaving another one in its stead,
[Abilities]
<Fire Sense>
<Ice Sense>
<Cloning>
<Luck (Exhausted)>
From what he had learned, Fire was the ability that Enigma had awakened whereas Ice was the ability of Eclipse so it was normal that he had awakened those 2, as for now, they were both at the level of 'Sense' meaning that his body had acknowledged the existence of Fire energy and Ice energy in the world around, he still couldn't manipulate them.
As for Cloning, Alexander was sure that neither Eclipse nor Enigma had this, and he also knew that it wasn't the ability he had awakened, the one he had awakened was the last one, he had exhausted his ability by being the successor of both the strongest hero and the strongest villain, and his luck now remained the same as everyone else, Alexander sighed as this was a reality-bending power but after remembering what he had just gotten, he stopped thinking about it. 
He could only guess that Cloning came from the fusion of the 2 panels and start rummaging through the information he had gotten.
Although a lot of informations were still hazy in his mind, he knew that he had at least access to 3 panels, the General panel, the Ability panel and, the Quest panel. Knowing that he had access to a third panel, with a thought of his, he made the panel appear,
[Quest]
<Daily Quest (Human-Level)>
<Terrorize 1 Citizen 0/1>
<Save 1 Citizen 0/1>
<Rewards: 1 Random Attribute Point>
<Resets at 18:00>
Alexander was excited at first, knowing that he could strengthen himself very easily, but, very soon, he calmed down, 'Those 2 objectives, if I were to terrorize someone with a Clone, then I came to save them and made the clone run away, I should be able to succeed it very quickly, right? Problem is, I'd still need to find someone who wouldn't be able to beat over my Clone', he then summoned a clone, although it wasn't the power he had awakened in the first place, it still felt like his own power, something he could control very easily, as he felt his body being drained out of energy, a new 'him' appeared.
He had the exact same clothes as him, yet, something was strange, looking at his face, Alexander noticed something wrong, the eyes now had heterochromia, one was of a vibrant red, the other a deep blue, exactly like the panels, he rushed to a mirror and looked...
Indeed, he now had heterochromia, he undressed and looked all over his body, he didn't seem to have grown taller and stayed at 180cm tall, his hair didn't change color and had its usual black color, his body didn't get any muscle, only his eyes had changed for some reasons. 
Having confirmed that only his eyes had changed, he now went back to his clone and started pondering, he took out from under his bed 2 dumbbells of around 25 Kg each and ordered his clone to lift them above his head, Alexander waited until the clone couldn't lift them anymore and nodded, this clone seemed to be as strong as him, although it seemed to be extremely strong, the Cloning ability Alexander could only be useful when paired with other abilities, since Alexander could also feel what his clone felt, he knew that his clone could also sense the Ice and Fire elements in the air.
Knowing that his parents wouldn't be here until 21:00, Alexander left the house followed by his clone, wearing black clothes with a hoodie, since it was winter, the sun already fell down and it was night, Alexander walked in the street, and noticed nobody, that was normal, a few days ago, a Villain had attacked people in this street, causing a few deaths, although he was caught, a rumor appeared that he had accomplices that were still free, thus causing panic, making people too scared to leave, if it was like that, it might be impossible to accomplish his daily quest.
Luckily though, he sooner or later found a target in the distance, in those dark streets, the person didn't seem to notice him, he hid in a corner and ordered his clone to approach the person while holding a small pocket knife, when the person noticed the luster of the blade, the figure started shaking in the dark, the clone started running toward it, the figure started running too, time passed, and Alexander waited, when the person was trapped in a corner, he looked at his panel and saw that the first objective was completed, since he had followed them he easily jumped out of the corner he hid in and attacked his clone from behind.
When his clone was on the ground, Alexander took out the knife and pointed it at it while mentally ordering his clone to run away, seeing as its aggressor ran, the person wanted to stand up to thank Alexander but he immediately fell down, he seemed to have sprained his knee, nonetheless, Alexander just left, knowing that his purpose was accomplished, he had no qualms in doing any of that and just went home to look at the panel.
<Daily Quest (Human-Level)>
<Terrorize 1 Citizen 1/1>
<Save 1 Citizen 1/1>
<Rewards: 1 Random Attribute Point>
<Resets at 18:00>
After opening the Quest panel, he felt heat all over his body, when it faded out, he felt even stronger than before, he noticed a new panel appearing, 
<You received 1 Strength Point>

Following the battle between the strongest of Heroes Enigma and the strongest of Villains Eclipse, the world was left in a state of chaos after the death of the 2, Enigma being the strongest deterrent against Villains, following his death, the crime rate exploded and it took many years until balance was restored again.
Yet, with the balance restored, it's time for another Villain to rise to take the place of Eclipse and at the same time, one must rise to take the place of Enigma...

Qiao Yang looked at the screen and read it many times.
After a while, he asked the system.
'Could you explain each one of them?'
The system replied:
[Hypervelocity Ghost Sniper: A 1 meter sniper which takes the energy of the sun and moon and compress them in bullets which, after released, fly at hypervelocity. Uses energy from solar-lunar panel.
Resource bots: These type of bots can be assigned to do mining, cutting, and things related to gaining resources. When creating them, the more better materials used, the more powerful they become. Uses energy from solar-lunar panel.
Soldier bots (Gun users): These type of bots have guns and have been programmed as professionals. They each have 2 AR-15 rifle, 1 plasma pistol, and 1 KRISS Super - 20. When creating them, the more better materials used, the more powerful they become. Uses energy from solar-lunar panel.
Soldier bots (Sword users): These type of bots have swords and are the best of the swordsmen ever created. They each have 2 swords. When creating them, the more better materials used, the more powerful they become. Uses energy from solar-lunar panel.
Solar-lunar panels: These are panels which harness the power of the sun, moon and stars. ]
Qiao Yang was amazed by things the system told him.
Qiao Yang thought, 'If these on earth, it would completely change the way we look at things.'
Qiao Yang also saw 'clothes for host', he looked down and saw he was naked!
'What the hell..?!!'
'But wait....This does not seem like my body.'
'Hey system, could you show me how I look?'
The system replied:
[Yes, host]
Then out of thin air, came a mirror-like object.
Qiao Yang looked at the object, saw his reflection and froze.
'Who on eart.....Lower Heavenly World....is this man?!!!"
Qiao Yang was 6 foot, had silver silky hair, pair of ice blue eyes, white jade skin and a body that looked as if it was sculpted by a god.
There was only one word that could describe Qiao Yang - Handsome. Way to handsome.
He, after a moment, asked the system to equip the clothes.
He felt some weight over his body and saw he had worn a cool long black coat, silver gloves, a black trousers, and a silver colored mask.
It fit him perfectly and he now exuded an aura of a mature and calm person
After a while, he asked the system some more questions and received the answers.
After 2 more hours of talking, he finally asked, 'System where will you drop me in the world?'
The system replied:
[Please choose, host]
Qiao Yang then saw a huge map placed right in-front of him.
He studied the map and told himself, 'I need to got to a place where there are humans and a lot of resources.]
He kept looking for a while and then told the system, 'System drop me at the Beasts Mountain.'
The system replied:
[Yes, host]
Qiao Yang felt as if someone is pulling him. He lets his body loose and allows the system to pull him.
His feet is off the floor and now he leaves the white room.
Qiao Yang was excited to see how the world looked like.
'Lower Heavenly World...here I come!!!'

Qiao Yang was an army mechanic on earth. But Fate had different plans for him.

Transmigrated in a cultivation world with a mechanic system, watch how he becomes the most powerful mechanic in the multiverse and takes revenge for humanity. He ventures into space, collect materials, builds armed forces, fights monsters and of course, levels up. This is how a mechanic becomes an immortal and will be known as The Immortal Mechanic.
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This is my first book so hope you like it.
^_^

Also, this picture is not mine but from - 
https://www.pinterest.com/pin/290904457160779619/

On an ordinary weekday, I took a day off from my job due to my constant headache. Whatever happened had already happened that day. I went to my bed to rest that day. I was trying to close my eyes and not think about my aching head. After trying to sleep for about 5-10 minutes, I was finally able to fall asleep.
All this was happening to me the moment I fell asleep. Anyway, as I was sleeping deeply and comfortably, a voice started to echo in my mind. At first I paid no attention to that voice, but it resounded in my head with an anxious tone of voice, as if he was persistently addressing someone.
When I tried to answer the voice, I felt that for some reason my voice had not come out. I could feel my mouth muscles moving but I couldn't make any sound. My eyes couldn't be opened as I tried to open my eyes. When I started to worry, I lost the feeling of my whole body at that moment.
I could feel the voice echoing in my mind getting closer and closer to me. As she approached me, I could perceive the sound more clearly. It was a young girl's voice. It seemed like he was trying to tell me something. I took a deep breath to relax and calm down and began to listen to the voice of that girl I felt right next to me.
"Pl..."

"Please ... They need you."
The voice of the young girl in my head said exactly that. Who Needs Me? I didn't know what was happening. No matter how much I wanted to talk and explain, my voice could not reach that person in any way. After a while, I gave up and desperately started listening to that girl.
"Protect them ... Please ..."
"Please..."
The girl's voice was getting further and further away. Every time I feel you walk away, "Please." she kept repeating his word. If I would consider things now. The voice of an unfamiliar but sweet girl echoes in my head, telling me to protect someone and that they need me.
If I hadn't seen the lack of voice and the inactivity of my Body, I would have thought I was absolutely crazy. Finally, the resounding voice in my head disappeared. It made me feel lonely for a while. Even with my eyes closed, I could mentally feel the darkness around me.
In a short time, the weight of my head had reached a very severe level that could not be tolerated. I was successful when I immediately tried to get my hand to my head for reflexive reasons.
"Huh ...? My hand moved, right ...?" It made me think.
When I tried to open my eyes, I was successful again. Was it all a dream. What I felt impossible was beyond reality. As I rubbed my eyes, something caught my attention. The bed was softer and more comfortable than before.
"Huh..."
"Warm and Comfortable." I started muttering.
Of course I didn't know anything until I opened my eyes. I opened my eyes, thinking I was sleeping in my own bed, and that was when I realized that everything was different. While I was busy scrutinizing my surroundings, I saw an unfamiliar face in a mirror opposite the large and luxurious bed.
"W-who is this ...?" I said and kept talking to myself.
When I got out of bed and went in front of the mirror, I was quite surprised by what I saw. For some reason I was seeing through the eyes of that body. But I can swear that this body is not mine. The body I was looking at in front of the mirror was about 6.1 ft tall. She had black slightly wavy hair and green eyes. He was a handsome man in his 20s.
This body had no clothes on, so when I looked in the mirror, it could be clearly seen that the body had clean skin and a muscular body. I immediately thought of fantasy novels I had read before I could find a job.
"No, No…?! It can't be ...? Isn't that the Reincarnation stuff in the Novels." I said.
I was doing tours in front of the mirror. I was discussing this Reincarne issue that came to my mind in my own way. After arguing for a while, I looked in the mirror again and took one last look at the body. Actually, I saw that the body doesn't look bad at all. The former owner of the body was handsome.
But while I was thinking about these things, something new caught my mind. If I am here, what happened to the owner of this body.? For some reason, the more I tried to recall what that girl said when she was unconscious, the worse I felt. I felt like someone had hit my head a few times with a baseball bat.
I tied my arms together in front of the mirror and I was looking at myself. Actually to the former owner of the body ... So me ... Ugh! I started to get confused. After standing still in front of the mirror for a while. Suddenly a panels popped up before my eyes. The panel was a painting in clear sky blue. It read "Welcome to the Noble System!" In a white text.
Of course I jumped out of my place when it suddenly appeared in front of my eyes. While I was examining the body on the mirror and examining the luxurious room, I could not hide my surprise when something suddenly appeared before me. But what I see in front of my eyes.
I started rubbing my eyes with my hands saying "No, No, I guess I can't handle a second drama ..."
"Shit. It's really there." I had to hold myself hard not to laugh out loud.
I had both reincarnated and acquired a system. This really affected me deeply. But it had a good effect. When I focused my eyes on the panels in front of me, something caught my attention. What did he mean when he said "noble".
I began to think in a thoughtful way whether that panel could close and have anything to give me information. I had been successful trying to think carefully for a while.
The small panel blurred and disappeared before my eyes, and another panel of the same color but slightly larger was opened. As I started reading the contents of the window, I could not hide my astonishment.
< Ashford El Clifford. The eldest son of a worthless noble family.>

<Main Quest>
<Prove your worth by obtaining the Title of Family Head!>

<No Time Limit!>
<Awards>: 
Honors: +30
Respect: +10
XP: +100

<Do you accept the quest?> <Y / N>
"What the hell...?" I started muttering.
Agh...! By the way, I have now learned the name of this body through the system. Ashford El Clifford. was indeed a noble name. But there was one element that caught my attention in the status window. A worthless noble family...
Really...?! Was it supposed to have one bad result when everything was going well ...? Anyway, as I scrolled through the status window a little more, a task menu caught my attention. According to the post on the post. He wanted me to receive the Title of Family Head.
"Uuugh...! System-Chan, System-Chan...?! Can give me some information about Family's situation?"
I had no hope the system would answer me. Because when was it seen that a system was talking to a user full time? But when I lost my hope, another window came before me. Just as I started reading intently. I also do not know how I did not faint with that instant shock ...
<System Informer>
<El Clifford Family>
<It is the lowest-status royal family of the Kingdom of Uprogalla. Origin Founded 250 Years ago by Benedict El Crifford. He did great deeds for the Family Kingdom in his early years. The El Clifford family was considered a respected Family. But 100 Years ago, a dishonest King took the throne. El Clifford cursed his family. Since then, family status has been declining. In the eyes of the public, the family was ostracized and humiliated. Don El Clifford, the second head of the family, could not stand this situation and hung himself with a rope. Since then the family has been on the verge of extinction...>
<Family Statistics>
<Family Head: Don El Clifford [Deceased]>
<Number of Members: 7>
<Honor:> 1
<Respect:> 3
<Relationships> 1
Really how the family has survived this time. If I had been the second Head of the family, would I have endured such things? No no...?! No negative thinking. After all, I have a System, right. I will prove my worth both as Head of this family. I will also correct the situation of this Family.
"Don't worry, ex-body owner. I'll complete your unfinished job. You can be comfortable wherever you are." I started muttering inside me. One problem with my mind is that if I can see the family's statistics, doesn't that mean I can have a statistic too?
I immediately closed my eyes and started imagining a user interface like in ordinary RPG games. The surprising thing is that. It was just as I thought it was. It really made me feel like I was an player. I immediately started to examine my own statistics.
<User Statistics>
<Name / Surname:> Ashford El Clifford
<HP:> 100/100
<Mana:> 100/100
<Age:> 21
<Level:> 1
<Abilities:> Sword Mastery [Not learned!]
<Power:> 10
<Durability> 10
<Agility> 10
<Defense> 10
<Intelligence> 10
<Experience Points Distributable: 0>
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<Inspection Ability> <Level: 1>
The user can analyze anything he wants and get detailed information about what he wants. If the value / level of the thing to be examined is too high, nothing will be shown.
<Sword Mastery> <Level: 1>
The user can learn the Art of Sword, the 3rd Artifact of the El Clifford family passed down from generation to generation.
<Detection Ability> <Level: 1>
The user can detect the presence of malicious people, unannounced stealth attacks or liars.

"...."
"Soft and Comfortable ..."

  When our main character opened his eyes, he awoke in a place he had never seen or found before. He found himself in a different body in the huge mirror opposite his large luxurious bed.

"Damn… Do these Fantasy novels really work?"

He was constantly examining himself as he thought. In fact, he didn't regret being in this body at all. Because the owner of the body was obviously handsome and noble. He thought about these as he studied his bedroom and looked at himself.

Then a notification window appeared before her eyes ...

[Welcome to the Noble System! ]

He was very surprised when he saw this screen glowing in front of his eyes. As if reincarnation was not enough, his gaining a system on top of it affected him deeply.

After waiting for a while, the screen before his eyes disappeared and a new notification window came up.

[Ashford El Clifford. The eldest son of a worthless noble family.]

[Main Quest]

[Prove your worth by heading the family!]
[Awards] 
Honors: +30
Status: +10
XP: +100

"What the hell...?"

The kitchen was gorgeous. The white and gold theme was evident in there as well. The counters were marble, and everything seemed untouched, much like the rest of the house. There appeared to be a layer of dust on everything. The cabinets were white and had glass panels so the contents could be seen. White plates and white cups and white bowls. It seemed the only person in this house who liked anything other than white was Ace, with his black wardrobe and bedroom. There were a lot of cabinets. So, may it seemed impossible to put something in them all. Yet, they were all filled. You could tell because they all had those glass panels. How many people lived here for the need for so many plates, bowls, and cups? The appliances were silver and shiny. They looked brand new, hardly used, like the rest of the house. Overall, the color scheme of this entire house was very plain and crisp, in a good way. Or in a boring way. I couldn't tell. And the whole place was barely lived in. Which is foreign to me. My entire house growing up was lived in and used. We never had anything new. It almost intimidated me to even be in this house. Or mansion. Castle?
I told you this because I had focused on all of these things to avoid the elephant in the room. The muscular handsome wolf of an elephant. Who had just asked me out. Me. Out. On a date. With him. I had to focus on the layout of the kitchen in order to pretend that my heart wasn't racing or that the butterflies that now inhabited  my stomach had come to life, fluttering at the idea that Ace would want to spend time with me. I looked everywhere but him, memorizing the layout of the kitchen, as if my life depended on it. I could tell he was still staring at me, waiting for my response. I fixed my glasses, nervously, like I always did. My hands felt sweaty too, so I wiped them on the shirt Ace had given me to sleep in. I decided I had better cough up an answer or we would be here all day. Him staring at me and me, staring at literally anything else.
"You want to go on a date? With me?" I sputtered, with my head turned toward the fridge. I was huge and had two doors. How much food do they need here?
"Yes. I want to go on a date with you," he stated, "I have come to the realization that we do not know anything about each other. I am sure you have thought of this too."
I had, so I just nodded my head, now looking down at my feet. For some reason, it felt disrespectful to look at him from time to time. The power that radiated off Ace I still had to get used to. I know he treats me with respect and care, but he was still a werewolf. He was apart of the kind that hated mine. And I still hadn't gotten comfortable with that. Why was he different? Why didn't he hate me? I made a mental note to ask him, as well as all of the other questions that had filled my mind in the many days that had passed.
"I will let you eat and get ready, little one. Wear something comfortable. Your clothes and some belongings had arrived yesterday while you were sleeping. I had them sent up to our room this morning," Ace told me. He had then walked out of the kitchen, leaving me with a plate of pancakes and a giddy feeling.
I scarfed down my breakfast like my food was going to run away. Lunch? It was one o`clock. Regardless, it would have been delicious if I had taken the time to taste it. I sprinted up the stairs after putting my plate in the silver sink. I guess while I was staring at nothing and everything, Ace had cleaned his dished because there wasn't a dirty one in sight. I opened the door to the room. The one with the black bed. It still felt weird to call it our room. But that will change, eventually. I spotted my bags on the floor at the end of the bed. I almost felt bad that my stuff was here, making me feel like I was dirtying up the place. Oh well. I ruffled through my stuff, finding a pair of light washed jeans and a navy colored t-shirt. I also located my sneakers that I had missed so dearly. I threw the clothes on, fully aware that I had still not taken a shower. I was too excited for the date to try to find Ace again to ask how the shower worked. That or I was too nervous to face him when our date was still on the agenda. I'm going to go with the first one because its not as embarrassing.
I ran toward the bathroom and brushed my teeth a second time with the green toothbrush. I ran my fingers through my hair again. I was lucky that it was not super greasy yet, prompting the need for a shower. I took my glasses off and cleaned them thoroughly, before placing them back on. I stared at myself in the mirror for a good minute, as if I was trying to tell myself something. I wasn't sure what.
A knock suddenly came from the door leading out to the hallway. A muffled voice had let me know it was Ace, wondering if I was ready. I called back to give me a minute. I gave myself a nod in the mirror, signaling to myself that it was now or never. Sink or swim. I made my way over to the door, way too fast because I had become winded, and I put my hand on the doorknob. I took a deep breath and turned it.

Humans have been overthrown by werewolfs. They live in poverty and fear of those who are not human.
Kaitlyn is a human.
Every year, the Sorting takes place, where human girls are sorted into different werewolf territories to keep human population down. 
This time, its Kaitlyn's turn.


A kiss. A tangle of limbs, melding mouths, and a climax that had ripped her apart. It had changed her from the inside out. Jane rested her fingertips on her lips, falling deep into the hazy memory of their fiery passion. 
It hadn't been a daydream. One minute they'd been talking and the next Something had taken her over, and like a stranger in her own body, she'd flung herself at Bastian and kissed himmore than kissed him. He'd had his hand between her legs, and he had made her come. It was wild, insane, and erotic. It was also disturbing. If she hadn't known better, she might have thought she'd been possessed. When they were together, there was this electric charge that seemed to twine about them, tugging them closer and closer until they shared the same breath, the same heartbeat. Kissing Bastian had been natural and right, even though she'd never met him before in her life.  
She had tried to act like what happened meant nothing, that some temporary passion had swept them both away, but she couldn't shake that feeling of sharing her body and losing control to someone else. And even more frighteningly, she couldn't erase the memory of her lips forming one name over and over as she came apart in his arms. 
Richard.
Had the stories of this place gotten to her? Was she going mad from the stress of her dissertation and the desire to end the bizarre and nightmarish dreams that haunted her almost nightly? Those seemed like more plausible explanations, but she couldn't dismiss the sense that the answers to what was happening here and to her were just within reach. As though veiled by a cloud of mist, she couldn't make out the shapes clearly. Solutions and answers were buried deep in the mire and fog. 
As she trailed behind Bastian, she was torn between admiring his tight ass molded in charcoal slacks and admiring the beautiful interior of the castle. He hadn't prepared her for the library though. Nothing could have.
None of the photographs of the Hall had ever revealed the library's interior. She had assumed it was because it was like any other library in any other castle or manor house. How wrong she was.
The room was awash in bold reds and a range of pale yellows to deep golds. Wall panels were decorated with art that looked so familiar.
"Is this what I think it is?" She pointed to one of the panels with a red-painted background and a Chinese scene in yellow.
His lips twitched. "If you're thinking of William Alexander's book Views of China, then you are correct. Richard apparently enjoyed the text immensely and had an artist replicate many of the etchings."
She smiled. "I can see why. The culture and the life Can you imagine what it must have been like for Alexander?" William Alexander had been an English watercolorist who visited China and made drawings of the scenery and life during his time there. His Views of China was a highly valued and much-admired work. Even the Brighton Pavilion Palace, which was built in Brighton for George, Prince of Wales as a seaside palace, boasted similar scenes inspired by Alexander's book. 
Bastian's expression softened. "I would give so much to see through the eyes of the dead, to see what they have seen, to experience times I cannot fathom." He looked away then, his gaze roving the two-story-high shelves of the library, but Jane couldn't tear her attention from him.
How many women had fallen under his spell? A man haunted by his family's past, a dedicated scholar, and as brooding and captivating as Lord Byron. If she let her thoughts run away with her, she knew Bastian would distract her from her dissertation. 
Focus, Jane, focus. 
The last thing she needed was to fall for him. After Tim, her heart couldn't take it. She'd only just managed to stitch the bleeding, torn organ back together. Bastian would not be the one to tear it apart again. 
They strolled farther into the room, and she tilted her head back to better admire the lotus-shaped chandeliers. Intricate paintings decorated each of the petals on every chandelier. In the middle of the wall to the right, a vast fireplace rose up with columns on either side, adorned with twining serpents. Unable to resist the urge, she hastened over to touch the pale Swedish green marble that formed the snake. The serpent's features had been sculpted so precisely that she half expected it to come to life and bite her. 
A massive mirror hung above the fireplace, and it reflected the windows on the opposite side of the library. A lush landscaped garden seemed to stretch for miles beyond the fireplace. The deceptive placing of the mirror created an enchanting illusion that one could walk through the mirror into an alternate world. A marble dragon perched atop the mirror's gilt-edged frame. Its wings were spread wide, jaws gaping open as it silently roared.
She gasped. A sudden flash of something wild and fearful ripped through her an instant before it was gone.
"Jane?" Bastian placed a hand on her shoulder but then almost immediately he removed it and stepped back from her. "Are you well? You gave a little start just now."
She hastily nodded. "Yes, I'm fine. It's justthat dragon. It's so" How could she describe having such a visceral reaction to a stone creature?
"Fierce. The beast is fierce." He crossed his arms over his chest, scowling back at the dragon.
She realized then she was still touching the serpent's head and pulled her hand away.
"Fierce indeed. I didn't expect such decorations in a library."
He chuckled. "The music room in the Pavilion in Brighton was modeled after Stormclyffe."
Ahh, I had guessed right then.
"My ancestor, Richard, believed something moremedieval would suit Stormclyffe. Our coat of arms bears a dragon after all. He designed the dragon to appear as you see them. The Pavilion's dragons are more complacent-looking, and merely hold the curtains in place."
The eyes of the dragon seemed to watch her as she shifted from one foot to the other. It's long, angular snout looked ready to spew fire and puff smoke from its nostrils. The way it hunched over the mirror gave her the distinct impression it wasn't merely guarding the library, but rather hunting the library's inhabitants. It was an unsettling thought.
"You don't like it?" The earl teased her.
She nibbled her lip thoughtfully. "It's not that I don't like it. I just feel like it's watching me."
He grinned. "Don't tell me you are afraid? Isn't your dissertation connected to mysteries and hauntings? That's what your letters stated. I didn't think you would be so foolish as to pick a topic that would frighten you."
Before she even had time to think, she'd socked him in the shoulder again. She'd punched an earl. This was a bad habit she was forming.
He merely caught her by the shoulders, stilling her when she would have retreated from him. Their faces were so close that she could see endless books reflected in his gaze. He moved one hand up to cup her chin. 
"Perhaps," he murmured huskily, "you should have directed your dissertation to something less threatening."
Brimming with anger, she bit back a viperlike retort and smiled sweetly. "Such as?"
The wicked glint in his eyes warned her he was going to say something infuriating.
"Why not write about the effects of wildflowers in various English counties? Surely that would inspire no fears?"
"Wildflowers?" She knocked his hand away from her chin and turned her back on him. Provoking man. She didn't have much of a natural temper, but what little was there, he found and prodded repeatedly until she broke and snapped at him. Still, she probably should be thankful. She and Tim had never fought; he'd never irritated her. She couldn't fall for someone when they drove her crazy. Bastian's ability to annoy her was, therefore, a small blessing.
"Oh come now, Jane," he said her name so softly, almost a croon, the way a man would to soften his lover's injured pride. That only made her more upset. He thought he could work some seductive magic to sidetrack her in her quest for research. The man was a nuisance. Couldn't he just leave her to the books and get on with his day? Instead he insisted on dragging her around the castle and teasing her.
She didn't reply. Not yet. When he came up behind her and gently placed a hand on her shoulder, turning her body back to face his, she finally had to meet his stare.
"What's the matter?" he asked.




USA Today Bestselling Author Lauren Smith is an Oklahoma attorney by day, author by night who pens adventurous and edgy romance stories by the light of her smart phone flashlight app. She’s won multiple awards in several romance subgenres including: New England Reader’s Choice Awards, Greater Detroit BookSeller’s Best Awards, and a Semi-Finalist award for the Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Award. She was a 2018 RITA ® Finalist in the Romance Writers of America Contest. To connect with Lauren, visit her at www.laurensmithbooks.com

Haunted, schmaunted. 
Bastian, infamous playboy and the current Earl of Weymouth doesn’t believe his English castle is haunted. So what if a few windows and lightbulbs shatter? That happens. OK, bleeding portraits are hard to explain…  But he is not going to be deterred. Not even by Jane, a seductive-as-sin grad student who has assigned herself the task of ghost hunting at Stormclyffe Hall. All Bastian wants is to restore his ancestral home, not be distracted by her curvy hips, bedroom eyes and gorgeous smile—
 
Fine, maybe he does want to get naked with Ms. GhostBuster, but that’s only because she practically follows him around, nosing into his daily life. And yes, because she looks so damnably sexy, however, he refuses to give into lust.  No matter how much she tempts him.
But when the ghosts up the ante and try to kill them, Bastian realizes he will have to keep Jane close. Very, very close. Purely to protect her, of course.
 
At least that’s what he tells himself. All bets—and some clothes—are off, as he shows her what a real earl is made of.


"Drink it... and you will forget everything"

The little slime woke up as he found himself in a wooden room with little to no design, just wood with a bed and a desk. A small cabinet and a small mirror.
"Where... am I?" The little slime still felt weak, trying to remember what happened.
"I... won?" he muttered as the thoughts came back, and so was his dream, "No... I still hadn't won. That Croc." He continued his thought as he squinted his eyes.
Even though he has "Anger Immunity", some of his anger still leaks from time to time. It seems that even Kronos can't stop the emotions of living beings. If he could, this world would've been a happier place—and the imbalance wouldn't happen.
"Oh yeah, I have Greater Appraisal now..." He mumbled as he remembered the moment he passed out.
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Name: Tanuki
Species: Slimeling Lv. 1
Stamina: 30/180
TITLE:
[Slime] [King of Anger]
STATS: [STR: 96] [AGI: 82] [INT: 43] [VIT: 140]
SKILLS:
[Morph(107) ] [Anger Lv. 1] [Anger Immunity] [Greater Appraisal Lv. 1] [Appraisal Magic Lv. 1]
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"Oh, it finally showed all of it." The slime was in awe as he was confused where his transformation abilities were, "Oh, it's Morph?" He muttered as he felt really impressed as to how clean the status is.
"So Dark wasn't Human, huh?"
He clicked on the Morph to see an extension of the status screen.
[Ballistic Eagle (9), Viperous Snake (8), Blue-Skinned Wolf (5), Horned Hog (5), Demonic Goat (6), Demon Spider (8), Crescent Bear (3), Wolf Fox (2), Crippling Centipede (6), Humans (43), Lizardmen (11), Oculimen (1)]
"When did I get the Demonic Goat and Horned Pig?" He muttered as he remembered the feast from the Lizardmen village, "I can gain things from food?" he muttered as he never knew he could do it.
[Yes, you can]
"Why didn't you say so?!" The voice of the Guide often comes back but it wasn't as helpful as it should've been. A tutorial, I guess? But why is she still here?
[You never asked]
"Ah—" The little slime stopped as he felt shivers of Deja Vu coming back, "Lizardmen? Oh, when I came back at the crater and ate all of them." He muttered as he really never minded the Lizardmen back then.
"Can I know the effects of the titles?" He mumbled as he clicked the title individually and an extension of blue panels showed up.
[Slime — It gives you more flexibility over your Morph Ability and reduces the consumption for complete transformation. When in life-threatening situations, the title will do its best to protect the user from potential threats. +50 Agility +100 Vitality]
[King of Anger — You are chosen as the King of the Realm of Anger. You can borrow power from the Realm of Anger in exchange for your abilities. +50 Strength.]
"The slime is a given but appointed as King?" He thought as he looked up the window and wondered what that Kronos is up to, "Are there more king other than me?" He continued.
The door opened to see Joy bring a tray and a bowl, "Tanuki, you're awake?" Joy said as he walked closer to Tanuki and sat on the bed.
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Name: Joy
Species Human Lv. 4
Stamina: 60/60
TITLE: None
STATS: [STR: 14] [AGI: 16] [INT: 23] [VIT: 24]
SKILLS:
[Future's Eyes Lv. 3]
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"Future's Eyes?" The little slime appraised her as he realized that her stats are so low but what he saw was interesting.
[Future's Eyes — The user can predict the future and it is said that it tells the user the right path to take.]
The little slime smiled as he looked closely at Joy smiling back at him, "Joy, will you come with me?" he asked as Joy suddenly blushed, "W-what?" She asked.
"I can help you master your eyes."
It was when Joy's eyes widened as she stood up and ran a distance, "How did you know about my eyes?" She asked as their face started to grow fear.
"Why are you afraid?" The little slime asked.
"These eyes are cursed, it always led to someone's death." She answered as tears started to run down her face.
The little slime wondered as that wasn't what the description said. Did the appraisal make a mistake? No, it can't be.
"I can help you control it." The little slime said as he stood up and turned into a human, "That's if.. you can believe me." he continued with a gentle smile on his face.
Joy flinched as she ran away and closed shut the door, "Oh..." The little slime bitterly smiled as his face went down and turned back into a slime, "Did I make a mistake?"
[You are ready for Evolution. Evolve? Y/N]
A blue panel appeared as the little slime remembered he was already level 10 again, "That was quick." He muttered as he looked at the door and looked back at the panel.
"Fine, let's do it." He said as he clicked yes when two other panels replaced the other.
[Limus Magum — A type of slime that excels in magic. The entire body and core are now protected with a layer of magic protection.]
[Limus Belattor — A type of slime that excels in agility and strength. It hardens the entire body and core.]
The little slime thought that since he already excels in both agility and strength, he should pick Limus Magum. He also thought that since most humans he ate had magic in it, he should also pick it.
No matter what he picked, his thoughts always pointed to Limus Magum.
"Limus Magum it is, then." He muttered as the blue panels disappeared.
[Commencing Evolution]
That's when the little slime started to faint again, "Here we go... again." He muttered as he lost consciousness once more. He drifted into the abyss once more as the light showed up once more.
He felt as though he was shedding its skin and magic started to envelop him whole, like a fur coat in a winter season.
[You have completed the Evolution.]

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Slowly drifting in the cold space, a tiny organism hibernates inside a meteorite when a planet's atmosphere attracted the rock—causing to fall and land in the middle of a forest.

Inside the rock is a man who turned into a slime—whose sole purpose is to wipe out the beings that brought imbalance to the world and to achieve is to become the strongest—to be at the very top of the Food Chain.

"Where am I?" He muttered as the surrounding areas were unknown to him.

[You have been chosen as a Player!]

The little slime realized that he was now the only kind of his species. The first slime and the most broken skill was given unto him.

Everything was fine in the beginning until the real word decides to join and the mercy of the food chain disappears.
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My Noble System!

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