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After dying on the day he was going to confess to his sempai Jonah vergo was transmigrated as naruto uzumaki. And discovers he has a system that allows him to win them over.

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　　When the popularity votes for Rurouni Kenshin Remembrance were counted this week, the cuttlefish, and even the entire Los Angeles comics industry, had no idea how to evaluate this work.
　　Although the news that Shui Xin is a male teenager hasn't fully spread, basically, people in the comics industry in Los Angeles have relatively well-informed news.
　　Newcomers, cartoonists, high school students... these elements are very eye-catching.
　　When everyone has recognized that the pen name Shui Xin, the boy whose real name is Chu Yu, is a rare genius in the comics industry in Los Angeles for decades.
　　Shui Xin once again taught the comic industry in Los Angeles a lesson.
　　The number of votes with more than 60,000 votes is not only a record of the number of popular votes for cuttlefish, but also a peak in the entire province of Los Angeles.
　　In the entire Los Angeles comics industry, faintly, more and more people have already used the title of Los Angeles's number one cartoonist to refer to Shui Xin...
　　...
　　This weekend, the entire Dragon Kingdom is immersed in joy. After all, the New Year's Eve is Sunday.
　　Compared with the lively city on Saturday, Mingcheng on Sunday is a bit deserted and lonely.
　　Basically everyone stays behind closed doors and stays at home with their families.
　　Even though he was only at home alone, Chu Yu still made a table of New Year's Eve dinner by himself, and after incense was given to his parents, Chu Yu was also quite content by himself.
　　On Weixin, Zhao Qinyin and Su Lu both sent him blessings.
　　The Cuttlefish New Year greeting messages were also sent, and even some comic writers who exchanged their mobile phone numbers at the Cuttlefish Annual Meeting also sent blessing messages.
　　It's almost as if I have really become a member of society.
　　Compared with the status of Chu Yu as a high school student, the current career of a cartoonist has undoubtedly a greater impact on his life.
　　At Zhao Qinyin's home, she and her grandma had a New Year's Eve dinner together and then turned on the TV, and watched the Spring Festival Gala with her grandma.
　　Although I feel that this show is getting boring year by year, and I haven't even drawn the comic manuscript in Chu Yu's house, but Zhao Qinyin still smiled, echoing her grandma all night and chatting with her.
　　...
　　It is different from Chu Yu and Zhao Qinyin, a lonely and widowed person who lives with his grandmother. It is in Wangxian, another county more than 100 kilometers away from Mingcheng.
　　Su Lu and his family gathered together.
　　Her parents, uncle, second uncle, third aunt... all the way to the seventh uncle, and the aunts, their children, daughter-in-laws, son-in-laws, her nephews and nieces, and even grand nieces and nieces There were about forty people, with Su Lu's grandfather as the center, and a total of almost five people at the table were seated.
　　"Xiao Lu, it's another one to come back to celebrate the New Year this year!"
　　"What about boyfriend?" Su Lu's grandfather asked first.
　　"Where is her boyfriend! I said last year that I would bring it home this year. Look like this..."
　　"It's not that I said you, Xiao Lu. Three months ago, I called you to go home for a blind date at the Sun's house. The conditions in the house are good. After seeing your photo, they can't forget... How about you? I just don't want to come back. I think it's just in time for the Chinese New Year. I will ask someone out the day after tomorrow, and you will meet up... If it's done, you don't have to run to Mingcheng to be a comic editor in the future. They are all so old, and they are still inseparable from those little kids..."
　　it has started.
　　Su Lu's previously relaxed expression suddenly collapsed.
　　It's like this every year, can't you stop a little bit?
　　...
　　This year, everyone has their own feelings. At twelve o'clock in the evening, a new day and a new year have also arrived.
　　The Dragon Star Award selection official website was created by the Magic Capital Seven University to select the Dragon Star Award.
　　Quietly, one hundred and sixty-seven comics were put on the shelves.
　　On this New Year's Eve, even Chu Yu, Su Lu, and Zhao Qinyin were almost asleep at this time.
　　After all, the Dragon Star Awards, which lasted for a full six weeks, really don't have to watch the website if you really want to pay attention.
　　But there are always exceptions, just like most people like to watch the Spring Festival Gala with the whole family during the New Year, but there are also many people who like to stay alone in the room and play games.
　　For fans of the Dragon Kingdom, this evening, compared with the New Year, the start of the Dragon Star Award selection also made them excited.
　　The selection of such an award is not only a grand gathering for cartoonists, but also a grand gathering for their fans.
　　In the eyes of many comic fans, it has been "9012" and the Internet has become so popular, but the comics industry does not seem to be connected to the Internet.
　　Each province has its own comic company and its own sales channels.
　　Fans from neighboring provinces don't understand each other's popular comics. It's just too normal.
　　Logically speaking, under such circumstances, online publishing should be a channel for a comic company to expand the influence of its excellent comics.
　　However, the imagination is full and the reality is very skinny. The comic companies that try this way often not only fail to attract the attention of other provinces, but because of the online publication of the periodical buyers in their own provinces, they do not buy physical periodicals. Now, I went to watch the serialization on the Internet, which caused a huge decline in the sales of comic magazines, and the revenue of the comic agency plummeted.
　　With the failure of predecessors in the first place, the comic companies that followed were tacitly focused only on physical journals.
　　This has also led to the current situation in the Dragon Kingdom comics world.
　　It is also because of this that the comic recommendation section of Xinman.com has a certain popularity. Although the netizens above do not all want to read pirated posts on it, but you comic clubs have no promise in letting the original works be distributed to other provinces, so you can't blame people. Go to the Internet to see piracy at home.
　　Although those works are often sealed and posted when they look at it...
　　For the selection of the Dragon Star Award, UU Reading www.uukanshu. Com just satisfies the need of Dragon Manga fans who want to know what other province comics are like.
　　They are genuine, and they are basically the first-name comics of various provinces. The viewing experience is undoubtedly much better than the pirated posts of Xinman.com, and you can also complain and leave comments in the real-time comic reading on the website.
　　So every year, when the Dragon Star Award starts to be selected, the traffic on the official website of the selection will reach a terrifying value during the Chinese New Year.
　　....
　　At two o'clock in the morning, the Dragon Star Awards official website updated these comics two hours later.
　　One point into the Dragon Star Awards official website, Li Xing saw the ranking of that comic.
　　The ranking list of participating comics for the Dragon Star Award is calculated based on the number of paid readers of this comic.
　　The number one work is the popular masterpiece of Qin Province, Blazing Feather, which has only been logged into this website for two hours.
　　In the work information, after reading the first three free comics, the number of people who top-up and paid to read the subsequent comic chapters has exceeded 90,000. Even every time the interface is refreshed, Li Xing will find that the number of people paying for the work has increased rapidly.
　　The second-ranked work is still a popular comic book in Qin Province, Soul of War, and the number of paying people has just exceeded 80,000.
　　The third-ranked work is still a popular work of Qin Province, my teacher's secret, and more than 60,000 paid readers.
　　From the fourth to the seventh, they are all well-known cartoons in Qin Province.
　　Only the eighth-ranked work is the work of Jiangsu Province, Xia Zhimeng.
　　Although it is only a temporary situation, isn't Qin Sheng's work that actually ranks eighth?
　　Li Xing's eyes condensed, and he wrote down the name of this work. He will definitely come back to read this comic by then.

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　Chu Yu, a senior two-dimensional fan, a dead house in the eyes of others, and a cheating comic book author in the eyes of readers!
On that day, he obtained the system that carries many excellent comic works on the parallel world earth... and
began his life as a comic artist who considered himself a legend, but was actually a silly comic artist!
Reader A, "Teacher, please, please finish drawing the full-time hunter first and then open a new hole? It's been three years, and three years later, three years have been opened for ten years. You want me Will my son burn me the full-time hunter's final chapter?"
Reader B, "Old thief Chuyu, you know what a fart cl. If you don't resurrect Furukawa, I will send you the blade tomorrow!"
Reader C, "Hehe, Xiangbei is down !" It's over in the top eight in the country? Chu Yu Lao Kengbi, do you want to pass by saying "the dream of youth is imperfect"? I swear, I will die for your works in the future, outside of death, from my house If I jump down, I won’t look at it again!"


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Ying Xiu comic studio, this was the name that Zhou Yu decided by randomly picking two words from the Chinese dictionary. It sounded quite feminine, but still not bad. The updated comic studio also added a new production option - Rainbow Comics.
Upon hearing the name, it sounded dreamy and interesting.
First, the owner of the comic studio, the fast-handed Wang, needed to meditate in 'The Mind Room' of the comic studio. The meditation would produce rainbow seeds, which could be planted in the soil, that had the ACG world attributes. Then the fast-handed Wang would plant the rainbow seeds and take care of them to ensure they grow well, and then harvest the rainbow silk when they were mature.
After the rainbow silk was harvested, the workers in the comic studio would process it in 'the filature room' and then gave it to 'the weaving room' to perform the last step of the production - weaving.
The brocade that was produced by it would become the new comic series.
From the production process, it could be seen that after the upgrade of the studio, the number of workers would be increased, so the cost would definitely be increased as well. Therefore if the quality of the comics that it produced didn't increase, it really could not be justified. And the production speed, which was something that the comic studio was most proud of, was bound to be slowed down again.
It would almost drop to the normal speed, which was one chapter a week. However, if there were any accidents in the process of raising the plants, then the fast-handed Wang would become Togashi 2.0.
Only after the fast-handed Wang stayed in the Mind Room for two days did he just lay an 'egg', that was riotous with color as if it was a top-quality immoral pill. The fast-handed Wang was very satisfied, and he quickly asked Zhou Yu to find two flowerpots. And then after measuring the distance, he planted the rainbow seed in one of the flowerpots.
Then watering and fertilizing, as if he was taking care of a regular flower. But within a minute or so, the flowerpot, in which the rainbow was planted, had movements, and then a white blade light slowly grew out from the soil, and the longer it grew the more colors it would have.
It kept growing higher and higher without any signs of stopping. Until it finally stopped, it had already grown three stories high and had seven colors. It was no more than ten centimeters wide and as thin as a sheet of paper. With this kind of thin root, it naturally would not be able to support its tall body.
So the rainbow began to bend and fall, but it was so strong that it did not break but form an arch. And the other end of the arch was currently falling towards the direction of the second flowerpot.
The fast-handed Wang looked very nervous. Only until the other end of the rainbow finally landed inside the empty flower pot and formed a beautiful rainbow bridge was he finally relieved and had a smile on his face. From his reaction, Zhou Yu guessed that the construction of the rainbow bridge might not be always successful.
A seven-colored rainbow suddenly appeared in the small forest in the garden of Zhou Yu, it added some poetic and picturesque charm to the slightly monotonous small forest. Even Oba, who lived in seclusion in the small forest, was also startled by it and came out to applaud the new landscape.
However, the seven-colored rainbow was a little thin, and its light was also very weak. It was looming as if it would disappear at any time. But when Zhou Yu used the eyes of reality to check it, it was just two empty flower pots, and there was no rainbow. Fortunately, it was like this, otherwise, if someone saw this small rainbow, it would only bring troubles to him.
At this time, the fast-handed Wang did something that surprised Zhou Yu. He actually walked slowly on the rainbow bridge, step by step until he arrived in the middle of the bridge. It was a little wobbly, but it didn't break or fall, and it was just shaking up and down in the wind, seemingly very dangerous.
"I mean... the fast-handed Wang, that's enough showoff. If you fell down and if I didn't catch you, the white witch would have another patient."
Zhou Yu looked at the rainbow bridge, which was about one and a half meters high, and said with worry. Especially when it looked so thin as if it would collapse at any time.
"I have traveled around the world for so many years. Why should I be afraid of this? Besides, rainbow plants need the person who planted them to plow it. If I don't plow it, who else can?"
The fast-handed Wang was indeed very brave. He quickly took out a small hoe and began to plow the rainbow. He was not even afraid to break the thin rainbow at all. Zhou Yu was a little afraid of heights. Just imagining this kind of high altitude work would make him shiver, so he didn't dare to look at the fast-handed Wang again.
However, strangely, as the fast-handed Wang began to plow it, the rainbow bridge not only did not collapse, but became thicker and thicker, and the colorful light became more and more shining.
Yesterday, it was still shaking in the wind, but now it was standing still in the air. Little Muli and other kids were even running around and playing on it happily, and the fast-handed Wang didn't even stop them, which meant that it was no longer dangerous, and it would hinder the growth of the rainbow bridge.
Two days later, the rainbow bridge was ready for harvest. Looking at the radiant rainbow bridge, Little Muli was a little upset after hearing that the bridge would be harvested soon, so she let her old man paint a landscape painting with her, the little forest and the rainbow bridge as the background.
Zhou Yu's painting skills could easily fool amateurs, and Zhou Fu was also not surprised by it anymore since once in a while Zhou Yu would seem to develop a strange new skill. Therefore, he didn't feel strange when he saw Zhou Yu was painting with a brush carefully.
Still, there was work that needed to be discussed.
"Boy Yu, that Liu Gongcai was very anxious recently, he has been asking me repeatedly when the fast-handed Wang's new work will come out. Do you have any news or not? Can you at least give him something so he won't be this anxious."
Zhou Fu didn't know much about comics, he just thought that the fast-handed Wang's comic was quite good, and it was not that big of a deal if he wanted to end one series and draw a new one. As long as he was still here, there was no need to worry about other things. But Liu Gongcai needed to consider a lot more. The quality of the new comic could be guaranteed if the main artist of the new work was still the fast-handed Wang, but who dared not say that this work would still attract his original fans?
For example, if a Shonen manga artist suddenly decided to draw Shojo manga, although the art style didn't change, the content was very different, it would only make the old fans mad and it might not attract the new readers. This kind of transformation often ended up in GG.
Generally speaking, the possibility of this kind of situation was not high, but with Zhou Yu's eccentric temperament, the people who were willing to follow him might also act like him. What if the artist suddenly lost their minds?
Therefore, although Liu Gongcai had already left the amusement park, he still paid close attention to it. He would call Zhou Fu three times a day, and all the calls would be always on time, just like a mom asking a child to eat on time.
After several calls, Zhou Fu was also annoyed by him, so he came to Zhou Yu and asked him about the situation.
However, Zhou Yu replied, "I don't know. I haven't seen the fast-handed Wang's new work yet. Let's wait for a few days. I have already given him all my chapters. A hundred chapters are enough for him to last a year and a half. What's the hurry?"
In the past, the comic "assassin" at least would give him an outline to read, but now, everything about this new work was with question marks, Zhou Yu himself was very curious about the new work. But with the character of the fast-handed Wang, Shonen manga was his strength, so the new series would probably still be this type of comic.
So, there was no need to worry that much.


Zhou Yu, a reclusive otaku, who did not like to go out of his house, was one day forced out of his house by a series of unexpected events.
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James Crosby wasn't an athlete, a scholar or even a guy with any real achievements under his belt. He just really enjoyed comic books. After he graduated from high school he only worked to fuel his comic book buying habits. Every six months his moment to shine came at the big comic book convention that came to town. He was a wizard at finding bargains and predicting the next big comic books to collect. Many of the shop owners would seek him out for his opinions at the shows. Other collectors even started to take an interest in what he was buying in order to sniff potential winners. That's why it wasn't surprising when in a dark corner of the winter comic convention a completely unknown new comic startup with a single title desperately waved him over to have a look. 

James smirked at the comic. He picked it up and started to flip through the pages. In a haughty voice, he commented, "The cover isn't bold enough to draw attention, the splash page was boring and the action is bogged down by the simplicity of the villains. Your heroes are too weak to protect the people, it makes them seem less like heroes and more like regular people trying to fight crime."

The man running the booth frowned and then said, "But the idea was that it was a world that would evolve over time. The heroes would grow stronger as the villains adapted to them."

James shook his head and frowned, "I don't know man, I'm sorry but I think you started this out too slow. The art is pretty good, and the story seems decent enough, but it needs a bigger start to really draw enough attention to blow up. I might check in again once you build the world up. It's just not one I'd follow as it is." 

The man running the booth said, "Alright, I thank you for taking the time to look. I'll take your ideas and run with them, take that book on me as payment for helping me make a better story."

James smiled and said, "I will, maybe at the next con, you'll have the book that really shocks the con."

After hearing James slam the book, most of the big time collectors completely ignored the man's booth. He only managed to sell a couple of his books as a result. The man seemed to stare daggers into James all day any time he passed by. 

James managed to buy a few dozen books at a decent price and felt as if he had won the lottery as he looked through his new found treasures. He stood at a friend's comic book booth and started to talk up what he found. "Look, dude, I got a copy of X-men number two sixty-six out of a guy's twenty-five cent box in mint! Not only that, I found a second print copy of TMNT for two hundred and fifty that's at least high mint. The guy was just trying to cover his cost for attending the show and took half of what he was asking originally."

His friend Matt was a tall lanky man with sunken cheeks. He had a slight belly and wore a Wolverine t-shirt and khaki pants. He blinked his eyes and said in a shocked nasal toned voice, "Two-fifty! I'll give you five hundred right now if you'll let it go, I can put that up in my shop for eight at least!"

James looked at his friend for a few long seconds and then nodded and smiled, "Alright, Matt, you got it. But throw in a copy of Batman number six oh nine and you got a deal!" 

Matt raised an eyebrow and then asked, "You know something about that issue you aren't telling me, dude? It's not a high-value comic."

James just shrugged and said, "Just liked the cover."

Matt frowned and then traded books with James and grumbled, "Every time we do deal I feel like you are ripping me off, even though I am supposed to be the one ripping you off."

James laughed and then gave a wave as he took the money and his bag of treasures and made his way to the exit. He was leaving with the same amount of money he walked in with and a bag of comics that left a huge grin on his face. He felt like he was the king of the world as walked past a line of people dressed as their favorite superheroes. James shook his head at them. He always found the costumes to be wrong somehow like they were trying too hard to match the look of the comic instead of the idea behind the suits. His mind began to wander as he imagined how he would make a super costume if he was a hero. 

James got into his car, a peach-colored 1982 AMC Eagle station wagon that was too ugly for words. The floors of his car were littered with fast food trash and empty soda cans. He set his new comic book treasures on the passenger seat that almost never saw a body occupying it. James made the short trip from the convention center to his studio apartment in record time. He was too excited for words as he managed to grab two comics that would fill gaps in his collection basically for free thanks to his wheeling and dealing. Walking into his apartment all that could be seen were rows of stacked white comic book boxes. On another wall was an array of Batman comic books with a single hole in the middle which James walked over and thumb tacked the new book into the hole with a satisfied sigh. 

James laid down on his bed and picked up the new books he bought and then for some reason the book he had been given for free grabbed his attention. He decided to give the story a proper read now that he wasn't distracted. Aside from the things he brought up at the show he felt like the story was somehow more compelling than he thought at the time he skimmed it at the show. It was a story about people who woke up to find that they could level themselves up by doing things. The idea was that each time they completed an action they would notice a small number pop up in the corner of their vision. After a while, they would start to notice that their skills and abilities were growing fast. Eventually turning them into what could only be described as a superhero.

James snorted in disbelief and then shook his head. He thought about all of the superheroes he followed, most of them either had genius intellects or teachers who trained them to be superior warriors. They weren't just regular people. He thought of what it would be like for him to have that kind of ability. He shook his head and laughed, saying out loud, "If I had a system like that I wouldn't stick my fucking neck out to help people that's just bat shit crazy."

James couldn't get the idea out of his head, it was running through his mind like a virus. He just wanted to sleep but it was killing him that the comic he read was so flawed he didn't know exactly what the flaw was so he kept rethinking it over and over. It wasn't the skill itself, it was the motivation. Just having skill and ability wouldn't motivate a hero. He thought of Batman and how his parents were killed causing him to seek vengeance. Or how Spider-man had to see his Uncle killed to motivate him. The Punisher lost his family. The mutants from the X-Men were all trying to save their kind from extinction and build up a good impression from regular people. Superman lost his entire planet. The characters in this comic book he was given were just regular people who had no motivation to be more than who they were. 

James eventually drifted off to sleep. A voice in the blackness spoke softly, "Initiating transformation. Power system loaded. Experience system loaded. Character creation successful. Motivation system progress 1%. Starting wake-up mode in ten, nine, eight, seven. The voice grew softer and softer until James saw daylight once again. He shook his head and thought, "What an odd dream." He yawned and stretched out he swiftly turned his head as he thought he saw something move out of the corner of his eye. A small red number "+1" hung in the corner of his vision for a split second. He shook his head again only to see another "+1" drift off. He moved his arm wildly and another "+1" appeared. That was when he noticed something off about his apartment. The comic books on the wall had changed. The familiar names were gone and replaced with names that similar yet different.

He shouted out, "Alright real funny, I don't know which of you it is, but I want my real collection back and if I find even a single damaged book you are getting sued!" 

Once again a "+1" popped up in the corner of his eye.

James shook his head and frowned, he checked the time and knew it was time to get to work, he didn't have time to play around with the jokesters. He quickly showered and dressed in his uniform and then sped off to work. The little "+1" that kept popping up was very annoying to James, but he did his best to ignore it. When he got to work he felt something was off as the name of the restaurant on the sign was spelled oddly. He looked up and frowned, "Burger Kang? Is this part of the joke?" He looked across the street and noticed that the place across from them had a different sign as well. He blinked and rubbed his eyes and asked, "MacRonalds?" 

He walked inside starting to feel confused. He recognized all of his coworkers but the menu boards were all changed subtly so that at first glance it was normal but things were just slightly named differently. Instead of a whopper they now sold a whapper. He noticed a newspaper no longer said New York Times, instead, it had New City Times written at the top of the page, he grabbed one of his coworkers and asked, "Dude, is it just me or does this place look different today?"

His coworker laughed and said, "Yeah man, those graveyard shift bastards didn't mop, Ralphie threw a fit this morning. You got mop duty bro, wouldn't slack it off today. He's in that kind of mood." 

James grabbed the mop and started to do his job. He noticed that as he worked his level of skill with mopping rapidly improved to the point that the floors looked like they were being professionally cleaned. The manager came out of his office and stared in amazement as James mopped effortlessly but cleaned the floors back to a new like appearance. He grinned broadly and said, "Great work Jimmy. Thanks for busting ass on these floors. The rest of you bums should take your example from Jimmy."

Everyone stared daggers at James who could only smile and shrug. It went like that all day, anything he worked on would become incredibly easy to him if he did it long enough. All the time the "+1" would appear. By the time he was done with his shift, his coworkers were no longer speaking to him because he had raised the bar for every job in the restaurant to the point they felt like they could no longer meet expectations. Even Ralphie the manager started to feel insecure about his position. 

James went to start his car and of course, it wouldn't start. He popped the hood and climbed out hoping he could figure out what was wrong with it. When he opened the hood he was shocked to find the entire motor missing. It was as if it had been completely torn out. He spun around looking in all directions as his heart pounded, he suddenly felt very unsafe. He thought about his work today and decided to try running home, maybe he would get better at running if he did that. 

James ran as if someone was chasing him, and just like with his work today he slowly improved at running until it was effortless for him. He managed to run the four miles back to his house in half an hour. For a guy who hadn't done any running in years, he felt like he had accomplished an impossible feat. In fact, he knew for certain that was the furthest he had ever run and when he got home he felt the same way he did at the end of his workday. Slightly tired but still capable of doing more. He looked across the street at the twenty-four-hour gym and decided to find out if the thought scratching at the back of his head was real. 

After he went home and changed, he walked over to the gym and then up to the counter and asked the girl there, "Hi, I was wondering what it costs to get a membership here?" 

The girl smiled happily and said, "Well, why don't you try out the gym first and see if it's what you need. After you work out, we can talk about our membership plans." 

He smirked and nodded, "Thank you, I think I will." He walked inside and started doing a circuit through the gym. Just as he thought each machine became easier and easier the more he exercised on it. He looked in the mirror and noticed that his body was slowly but visibly changing. When he walked into the gym he was still the same skin and bones scrawny looking man that he had been since he graduated from high school years earlier. But just an hour in the gym and he already had started to appear like someone who had been working out for years. James stared in disbelief at the image in the mirror. He looked down at his arms and could see defined musculature. He looked at the machines and suddenly found himself obsessed with them. He would use each machine until he was at its maximum weight and then move to the next. By the time he completed a full circuit of the gym he looked like a bodybuilder. He was staring in awe at the image of himself in the mirror, his clothes were stretched to the point of nearly ripping. He noticed that the sun was starting to come up and realized he had spent the entire night at the gym.

When he walked up to the counter the same girl was yawning and stretching while saying to another girl, "I had a skinny guy come in last night I haven't seen him leave yet, I hope he didn't hurt himself."

He walked up in front of her and said, "Hi, I tried out the gym here, it was ok, but I think I need a gym with more weights. Thank you for the trial though." 

She looked at him like it was the first time she had seen him and asked, "I'm sorry, but did we already speak? I don't recall when you came in." 

He chuckled and said, "Skinny guy that you were worried would hurt himself." 

She stared in disbelief as he walked out. The girl next to her snorted derisively and said, "Girl you need to lower your standards. Not every guy can be as big as a powerlifter. That guy was totally ripped."

James walked to his apartment and sat down on his bed. He suddenly felt his adrenaline kick in as he searched for the comic book he picked up at the con. He found it and immediately opened it only to find that the pages were all blank. The picture on the cover changed to a picture of himself lifting weights and growing stronger. The splash page changed to a picture of him mopping at Burger Kang. The next page showed him running after finding that his car had been sabotaged. Then it was him lifting weights in the gym rapidly building his body by doing each exercise. He stammered and said, "Fuck this, I am not a hero, I have no motivation to be a hero!"

He tossed the comic off his bed and collapsed back on it with a sigh. Maybe he could call in sick, he only had four hours until it was time to work again and he still hadn't slept. He closed his eyes and fell into a dreamless sleep.

The story of a Comic Book Collector who is brought to a world where he finds out that he is one of the special people who can earn experience and level up to become a superhero.

After Wang Lu signed his pen name signature, that Earth Immortal immediately showed off that jade piece to his companions. "Hahaha, I got his signature!"
He then ran back and said, "Please make sure you finish this fantastic Starting from Scratch novel!"
"Em, now I am a little bit…"
"It's okay, we understand that you need to take a break after working continuously for so long. Nevertheless, we would always look forward to it!"
Wang Lu held that jade piece in his hand and watched him go away.

At the same time, he also vaguely felt that a fanatical belief was building up outside this rostrum… Wang Lu was the founder of the Wisdom Sect, so he was very clear that this was the legendary power of belief. The problem was… where did this power of belief come from?
His status as the founder of the Wisdom Sect had gradually faded away and the power of belief was not very important to him… then this force that was not coming in, did it come from the readers of his novel? He had been writing the novel for many years in the fighting arena and not only it resulted in the delaying of time, but it also gathered many fans? This was an unexpected surprise, but the most important thing right now was not this.
Wang Lu frowned and noticed the unusual atmosphere there. "Tsk, no wonder I feel that something is wrong, how could you still be here? With your patience, you couldn't possibly have the patience to wait for me to write a novel for many years right? How long has it been?"
Wang Wu showed the pained expression of being doubted by the closest relative. "A month."
"Tsk, just a month? It doesn't fully reflect my persistence and tenacity. I feel like I have been there for five or six years. But, from another perspective, I have achieved five or six years of cultivation in one month, it is indeed a blessing in disguise."
"Hey, it sounds like you are quite confident about your cultivation. After these five or six years of cultivation, how long is your 'dagger'?"
"..." Being maliciously mocked, Wang Lu narrowed his eyes and was ready to start a fierce counterattack. Speaking of which, it was actually quite a while since the last time this pair of Master and disciple engaged in a fierce quarrel. Did this wretch think that after being distorted in time for five or six years, his skill in arguing and cursing had been neglected?
However, before Wang Lu could open his mouth, Xuan Mo had coldly interrupted, "Have you guys done with the gossip? Is there any performance after this? If not, this farce could end right?"
Wang Lu quickly said, "Of course not, the performance list has been handed over to you, there's still another one called group of comic monologues. Please be patience."
"... Then hurry up!"
Wang Lu immediately made a gesture and called the last group to appear. Speaking of which, this group of people had actually gone through a hardship. Because Wang Lu was not sure how long his calligraphy copying performance could be delayed. If he was lucky, he could delay it for a year and a half, if not he would be stopped by the Earth Immortals not long after he started. Thus, the next group of people must stay alert from the start at the backstage.
Although the backstage lounge was spacious, the hardships of living in a closed space for a month were also conceivable. After they came on stage, they all looked distressed, as they had suffered constipation for many years. Fortunately, they were at least dressed in accordance with Wang Lu's requirements.
A simple monochrome long garment, with a seemingly insincere grin, was the look of the performers of this group of comic monologues. When they walked from the backstage to the stage, there was a great outcry on the outside. Many people suspected that this was Spirit Sword Sect trying to perform the art of driving the corpse, a folk art of the Blue River Region.
If there was anything worth mentioning about this group of comic monologues performers was that, there were many of them.
One by one, the performers lined up and entered the arena. Just the entrance alone took them the time to eat a meal to complete it. In the end, there were around six to seven hundred performers who stood on the stage. As long as there was ten percent of them whispering, there would be a lot of noise on the stage, and outsiders would only hear a chaos that they did not understand. Although the performance listed was said to be group of comic monologues, who had ever heard of a group of comic monologues of six or seven hundred people?
"Hey, little Lei, have you ever heard of group of comic monologues?"
The Earth Immortal called little Lei smiled bitterly and said, "Sister Xuan Mo, I've heard about it, but it was when I was still an ordinary mortal. At that time, I was occasionally interested in it. If you ask me more details about it, I could not say much. I have listened to many group of comic monologues, but most only consisted of around three to five people, so the scale of this one is simply unheard of. Perhaps after sixteen thousand years, there have been great innovations in the art form."
Upon hearing this, Xuan Mo immediately made her judgment. She thought, what nonsense art innovation, this is bound to be a new machination of that kid Wang Lu!
Thinking to this, Xuan Mo was startled: is Wang Lu already considered my time warp means such that he arranged such a performance? Although ninety-nine percent of these six to seven hundred people were ordinary mortals, most of them even lacked the strength to kill a chicken, the number of people was so large that it was impossible for her time warp to work at all. Therefore, no matter what tricks the other party would play, it would be impossible for her to do anything about it.
While she was still at a loss, the performance officially began.
"Hello everyone, today we will perform a piece of group of comic monologues for you all."
From among the six to seven hundred people, an old man in the middle said in a trembling voice. He had grey hair and an emaciated body. His thin figure was very much in contrast with his protruding joints. It was unknown whether this was because of the strength of his character as an artist performer, or simply because of the growth of his bone.
However, it was obvious that the old man had a lot of prestige among the actors. A moment after he spoke, someone from the side came forward and said with a smile, "The theme of the group of comic monologues is New Year's greetings."
Then another man came forward and said with the same smile, "The so-called new year's greeting is our long-standing cultural tradition in Nine Regions."
… And then, one by one, the actors of the group of comic monologues quickly explained the origins and developments of the tradition of new year's greetings. Some audience who were not aware of the ins and outs felt like they understood but actually not. They vaguely felt that they had learned something, but there were more who were baffled.
Xuan Mo asked in a low voice to the one named little Lei, "Is group of comic monologues really like this?"
Little Lei said, "It's totally not. The group of comic monologues that I'd heard was basically a few actors amusing each other. Sometimes they also sang a few lines. This kind of explanatory lines… perhaps there were, but they weren't deliberately divided into sentences and a different person saying a different sentence like this."
"Just now we explained to everyone what is new year's greetings, but why do we need to explain it?"
Hearing this, Little Lei immediately said to Xuan Mo, "Sister Xuan Mo, listen, they are going to explain it."
As a result, when just as Xuan Mo turned her gaze to look, the speaker had changed to another person.
"Because if you don't understand this thing, it's easy to make things into jokes."
Then another person turned his head. "What do you mean?"
The other person immediately picked up, "For example. I know a person, named Zhang San. He didn't know what new year's greetings is. As a result, he made things wrong."
There was another person from behind who immediately asked, "What did Zhang San make wrong?"
A new person came forward and said, "One day, this Zhang San went out to visit a relative…"
Next, more than one hundred people completed the story of Zhang San in the form of a dialogue. The gist of the story was that when Zhang San spoke the wrong words during his visit to his relative, everyone laughed at him. Then an Elder came forward to point out Zhang San's mistake and educated him to seriously study the excellent traditional culture and become a useful person for the country and society. Ashamed, Zhang San excitedly said that he would follow the instructions of his Elder.
In the course of the story narration, Xuan Mo's whole body was in discomfort. This chain narration, as well as their stiff smile… it was as if there was an invisible will that moved these six to seven hundred people like puppets.
This feeling made her hair stood on end. Let alone laugh, Xuan Mo felt that it was like the wind from the ninth hell was blowing toward her, which froze both her primordial spirit and physical body.
After staying silent for a long time, she asked, "Little Lei, what do you think about this performance? Is it because I just can't catch the funny part?"
Little Lei considered it first and then said, "I always feel that this story should not be for entertainment purpose."
"Then can you explain what happens to those two?"
Xuan Mo stretched her finger and pointed to the side where she saw Wang Lu and Wang Wu were unscrupulously rolling on the ground laughing out horrible waves of laughter.
The two people had been laughing all this time, so much that they even tear up. Hearing the chain narration on the stage and then hearing the heartfelt laughter of the two, Xuan Mo had to start wondering that there was something wrong with herself that she could not laugh out like them.
"I…" Little Lei was tongue-tied. He wanted to say that the brains of the two were wired differently than the average person, so it wasn't unusual for them to behave differently. However, listening to their exaggerated laughter, he wasn't able to say it.
"I don't quite understand."
Other than Little Lei, the other Earth Immortals did not understand either.
What was so funny about the story just now? Was it true that the art form of the later generations had evolved to the extent that they were unable to appreciate the art anymore? Was there anything in that story narration that only the later generations could understand?
But then again, except for the two of them, Supreme He Tu, Red-robed Old Ancient and the others were also sitting upright and still, not showing even half a smile.
Where was the problem then?
In the midst of the confusion, these comedic performers had begun to carry out a deeper analysis of the previous story. From the analysis of why young people did not know the fine traditional culture, they quickly talked about the attitude toward foreign cultures.

It was quite nauseating for the audience to hear. Finally, they felt relieved when they found out from the dialogue that this six to seven hundred people performance was about to finish.
As a matter of fact, they had to finish it. From the beginning of the performance to now, each of the six to seven hundred actors had at least spoke once for a total show of an hour. Some of the old performers were almost unable to stand up. They had to be supported by two people at the same time to stand up still.
Xuan Mo turned her head and looked at Wang Lu, unexpectedly he did not delay time in this program...
But then she saw that as the people on the stage began to exit in an orderly fashion, from the other side, another group of plain-dressed people came to the stage, smiling and waving to the audience.
The hell! There are actually substitutes!


In the year 4223, the Spirit Sword Sect was established in the Nine Regions. For thousands of years, it has always been committed to producing first class talented immortal cultivators.

Nowadays, it is among the five great sects within the Union of Ten Thousand Immortals. The sect leader, Daoist Master Feng Yin, is one of the seven great elders of the Union Of Ten Thousand Immortals; his cultivation shocked the world. 

Spirit Sword Sect adhered to subjects of peace and development. The sect’s core values are seeking the truth, seeking the good, and seeking the loyalty. To further expand the power of the sect and to add fresh blood, all elites and geniuses are invited to attend the Immortal Gathering.

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Release Rate: 5 Chapters/Week; will be released on Mon, Wed, Fri and Weekend; 

Announcement!!!
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This is not a new chapter but its important you read...
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Guys, remember one time, i said i had a scifi themed novel in mind?
And that i just needed some advice whether or not to write it alongside with Trailing Shadows?
Remember?


Well, i have started it already. Although its something quite different from sci-fi.
Its still Fantasy.
Although, i published it for the filipino writing contest(which i have no hopes on winning. Just participated to push myself to the limits. )
But it really is important for you to read.
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Published with permission from The Comican Arts, 'The Curse Of The First Sword Bearer' is a series of a one year event under ONA ORISHA, centralising on a young man called Abiodun.
Abbey for short.

It is the involvement of the awakened orisha in the life of men, while darkness begins to cloud Orun Rere in 'Trailing Shadows'
(Yes, Trailing Shadows, read it too. Both titles are linked into one almighty  event)

While Trailing Shadows focuses on what happens in the spirit realms, The Curse Of The First Sword Bearer(Ona Orisha) focuses on what happens in the physical due to the activities in Trailing Shadows.
So you see, they really are linked together.

However,TCOFSB is merely a one year event in the 7 year series that Ona Orisha is centered on.
The other series, despite the fact that i created them, i do not have permission to publish them on any platforms until the Comic Books are out.
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Yes, Comics!
These chapters you read are undergoing 'comic scripting'.
Which means soon enough, you may be reading TS and TCOFSB in comic book format.
To stay abreast of all the developments, follow On IG
@comicanarts.
Theres even a new comic coming out this month already. '30 days Vigilante'
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Anyways, i apologise to everyone following TS. 
School has resumed,trying to settle down amongst the hustle and bustle.
I know i said, if the worst comes to the worst, topublish new chapters weekly.

Its one week gone and few days,i think and i have not published a.new chapter yet.
Well aside from writing novels,i do lot of other things.
programming, illustration ecetera. 
And so far, its been really tough on me, considering that school has resumed and that 30 days Vigilante is coming soon.
Please , bear with me.
And thanks for reading.
Arigato 😌😌😌

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