Sarcastic, revengeful and frank — the three words that describe CEO of Black Hole Ent., Kim Hyun Jae the best.

Once, there was a rumor spread around regarding him being gay. The media turned at him and the netizens visited his house everyday with rotten eggs and tomatoes in hand.

How did he retaliate? No, he didn't scheme and plot a nice face-slapping plan — he was... too stupid for that, according to his personal assistant. Instead, he wore three layers of raincoats and brough out with him as many buckets of rotten eggs and tomatoes he could carry.

"Want to bombard me with rotten eggs and tomatoes? Hmph! I'll do the same to you then!"

When the netizens shamelessly reported this to the police, he took out a hidden camera that recorded the netizens' endless days of bashing and asked, "If they can do it, so can I. You think I am easy to bully? Try again! Don't wait till I make you go bankrupt and then buy all your puppies so that you have at least a few hundred bucks enough to live!"



* DISCLAIMER: The book cover used DOES NOT belong to me. I will keep in mind to change it once I have my own cover prepared.

'Losing fans?'
Hearing this, the corner of Feng Feng's lips curved into a slight smile. "The fans who truly love you will hope for your happiness; a hidden relationship only happens when one is afraid of making a public announcement in the beginning. This isn't wrong because when one is uncertain, they wouldn't want to risk it all in one throw. I'm certain that she's the one so I'm not being so secretive."
'Certain that she's the one?'
Feng Feng lowered his head a little, shielding a different kind of glint in his eye.
'Am I really certain that she's the one?'
'Why had I not felt repulsed when I said that?'
Shui Anluo's hand shivered when she heard this. She stared at the man on the screen.
It was true that most romances in the entertainment circle were discovered by paparazzi who had too much pickled vegetables and too much free time. Not many would publicly announce their relationships at the start of their romance. One reason was because they were afraid of backlash from their fans and the other reason was that they were not certain about their relationship.
Therefore, does Feng Feng's statement mean that Qiao Yaruan was the one for him and not Sister Qirou?
This time, she had won the bet.
Xin Le watched with the laptop in her arms and exclaimed, "How moving for the Silver Screen King Feng to actually say this kind of thing."
'This kind of thing?'
Qiao Yaruan's ears felt mildly distracted but she pretended as though she did not care.
"She's not from our circle so I hope that you'll all give me some space. Don't disturb her. After all, I don't want her to be disturbed." Feng Feng spoke with such deep affection that no one would suspect his feelings for Qiao Yaruan.
"Hey, hey, Silver Screen King Feng is telling everyone..." Xin Le spoke up but saw the look on Qiao Yaruan's face and immediately shut her mouth.
Sigh, she could not understand why all the good men belonged to other people.
Shui Anluo felt more relaxed after watching the press conference.
Now that she was in a better mood, she limped to the kitchen to cook.
Maid Yu could not move so it was left to her to cook the meals.
Shui Anluo entered the kitchen and opened the refrigerator to look for ingredients for lunch. However, she noticed a white powdery substance on the surface of a few tomatoes she was taking out. "Are they spoilt?" Shui Anluo exclaimed as she put one to the tip of her nose to take a whiff.
It did not smell rotten.
Shui Anluo curiously took out all the tomatoes from inside the freezer. Most of them had a white powdery substance on the surface. Shui Anluo was taken aback and she quickly turned around and headed to Maid Yu's room. "Maid Yu, Maid Yu, did your diarrhea start after you ate the tomatoes in the fridge?"
Maid Yu was taken aback. She thought for a bit before replying, "I think so but I had bought those tomatoes last night. Mister Feng doesn't eat tomatoes so I didn't cook them but that I was hungry last night so I ate one and then..." Maid Yu rambled on and let out a cry. "That blasted idiot vegetable seller, Old Zhang, can't have given me rotten tomatoes right?"
The corners of Shui Anluo's lips twitched. It seems that she was right. The white substance had not come from the frost in the freezer but were laxatives that revealed their true nature under low temperatures.
"No, I'm going to find that damned Old Zhang. This is all his fault," Maid Yu cried out.
"Maid Yu, Maid Yu, how're you going to go out like this?" Shui Anluo quickly stopped Maid Yu, "We'll just have to be more careful when buying vegetables next time. Maybe you didn't wash the pesticide off properly before eating the tomato. I'll throw these pesticide-ridden ones away, okay?" Shui Anluo suggested. She comforted Maid Yu before she heading off to scrape the white powder from the tomatoes, placing the scrapings into a small bottle.


Divorced, disowned, and down on her luck, Shui Anluo was determined to move on and live a peaceful life… Unfortunately, her ex-husband somehow found out about the baby and insisted that she should move in with him again. Soon, he realizes that he cannot live without her… But the road to marriage is bumpy and Shui Anluo is unwilling to go through heartbreak again. Can she take back everything that had belonged to her and will she find the courage to jump in and fall in love again?

The major families even set up tables and chairs in the front row a long time ago, seizing the best seats for the competition.
The other civilians who did not occupy the best positions grumbled about how they regretted being late.
In addition to the people who came to watch the commotion, many hawkers took the opportunity to sell various snacks.
All sorts of sounds were jumbled together and it was extremely lively.
"A piece of trash who can't even recognize medicinal materials wants to compete with Old Master Su in refining medicine. I really don't know what she's thinking!"
"Who knows? Perhaps she went to Green Spirit Island and got a lot of seawater in her head. Hahaha…"
When noon arrived, ear-piercing laughter filled the square.
Of course, everyone thought that Jun Mohuang couldn't win.
Even a three-year-old in Huan Yun knew that refining medicine required pill fire. Without the corresponding bloodline inheritance, how could Jun Mohuang refine it?
They were here to watch Jun Mohuang embarrass herself.
"Humph, I think Jun Mohuang wants to use this opportunity to live for three more days. The King shouldn't have agreed to this kind of competition. He should have just killed that sinner of Huan Yun!"
"That's right. She's so young and yet so vicious. I wonder how she'll harm Huan Yun if she stays!"
Of course, there were also many people who were extremely furious about Jun Mohuang destroying Green Spirit Island.
When Su Zhiyu arrived with the Su Family, she heard their mockery and invectives towards Jun Mohuang. She couldn't help but smile and even her footsteps became lighter.
"Bring a few people and buy some…"
After taking her seat in the Su Family's area, she called the Su Family's servants who were waiting behind her and instructed in a low voice.
"Yes, Miss."
The Su Family's servant immediately disappeared into the crowd.
"Sister Yu'er, what did you order that servant to do just now?"
The Su Family's area was adjacent to the royal family's. Feng Yunying approached out of curiosity.
"You'll know soon, Princess."
Su Zhiyu smiled mysteriously and kept her in suspense.
After a while, the Su Family servant changed his clothes and appeared again with more than 10 people.
Everyone squeezed into the crowd with a bamboo basket and began shouting.
"Come, come, come, buy some rotten eggs and rotten tomatoes! When Jun Mohuang loses, use the rotten eggs and rotten tomatoes in your hands to ruthlessly humiliate her!"
"To deal with the sinners of Huan Yun, you don't need 998 gold coins. You only need one gold coin. A rotten egg and tomato only costs one gold coin!"
"I want 10!"
"I want 20!"
Immediately, the crowd that was watching the commotion and furious about the destruction of Green Spirit Island purchased those items.
They planned to smash the rotten eggs and tomatoes onto Jun Mohuang as soon as she lost.
"Sister Yu'er, you're so talented!"
Feng Yunying looked at Su Zhiyu in admiration.
Once Jun Mohuang lost, she would throw rotten eggs and rotten tomatoes at her and humiliate her ruthlessly. Just the thought of it was satisfying.
"Get me a basket of rotten eggs and tomatoes. I'll throw them at Jun Mohuang!"
Feng Yunying instructed the court maid with excitement in her beautiful eyes.
"Yes, Fifth Princess."
"Su Zhiyu, you're too much!"
Feng Yunqi happened to see this when he arrived. He walked over quickly and pointed angrily at Su Zhiyu.
This hypocrite who pretended to be noble and kind actually thought of such a vicious idea to humiliate his boss.



In the 21st century, she was the strongest bounty hunter who possessed supernatural powers and was proficient in brewing all types of potions. However, she becomes the first talentless child of a cultivating family when she transmigrates. 
Her elitist family members holds her in contempt because she cannot cultivate? In a few minutes, she cultivates a pile of mind-blowing spiritual weapons in front of their eyes. Did the woman who snatched away her husband think she's very impressive because she can cultivate? I'm sorry but even the number one medicine brewer in the continent desperately begs her to be his teacher after he sees the medicine she produces. 
She is dismissed by her scumbag fiancé because she can't cultivate? Hehe, her god-level cultivation skills are easily leveled up. When he regrets his decision and begs for a reconciliation? She leans in the arms of another handsome man and said disdainfully, "Just get lost." 
However, what happens after she accidentally opened the coffin of a vicious, yet handsome man and he decides to stick by her? She has no choice but to accommodate his wishes. 
[Strong male and female lead who are soulmates.]

Even the boldest prognosticator would not dare to predict the current situation, from the midnight show craze, to media feedback, to audience attention, then continued to the network focus, and finally landed on the participation of film critics, "Buried" actually ahead of "Paranormal Activity 2". This is a ... nightmare!
 
In 2oo9, a camera-based pseudo-documentary horror movie, "Paranormal Activity", became the biggest dark horse of the year, with a low investment of $15,000, but relying on excellent marketing and clever layout, reaped $107 million in North America, becoming second only to "The Blair Witch Project" in film history when it comes to the highest profit ratio in the history of cinema. The first time I saw the film, I was able to see it.
 
A year later, the sequel made its debut with a cost of two million seven hundred and fifty thousand dollars, which is a dramatic change from the previous film. The publicity was overwhelming before it was released, and it was thought that it would join forces with "Saw VII" to dominate the Halloween season this year - at least until "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows - Part I".
 
As a result, but encountered a strong sniper "Buried", which is definitely the line company Paramount did not expect. Although, because "Buried" was only in eleven theatres, it was not competitive at the box office, and the weekend box office championship of "Paranormal Activity 2" was still very stable, the momentum of the screening weekend was blocked, which is obviously not a good news for the subsequent box office trend.
 
As for Focus Features, it is happy to be sitting on the fishing boat, but it got a surprise. Not only can the next "Buried" line strategy be adjusted slightly, with high hopes, but the PR strategy for the upcoming awards season can also be changed accordingly, giving them an additional option once again.
 
Judging from the critical feedback, Focus Features spent $4.5 million in Toronto for the North American rights to "Buried", which seems to be a much better deal than Weinstein Pictures - "Blue Valentine" became the king of the Toronto Film Festival this year with $6 million, but the film does not seem to be so "friendly" to the general public.
 
In the authoritative media roundup, "Buried" received twenty-nine reviews, twenty-one of which were favorable, five were moderate and three were unfavorable, overwhelmingly continuing the media trend in Toronto. With critics and audiences alike showing their support for the film, the call for additional screenings in Toronto was justified, leading to growing anticipation for the work that is now playing on demand.
 
"Buried" received a press review score of 69, while "The Shining" received a press review score of 61 and "The Sixth Sense" received a press review score of 64.
 
Even those who criticized the overall quality of the film, even the harsh and critical New York critics, they did not hesitate to give their praise to Renly. They were not shy about giving their praise to Renly.
 
As a newcomer, Renly has made a name for himself in just a few months with absolute strength, and the success of "The Pacific" in winning Renly an Emmy has led to expectations that "Buried" will make a difference in this year's awards season. This year's awards season will be able to do something?
 
In the U.S. movie rating system, the press roundup is only part of it, representing the views of professional media, who are often professional critics, or even film professionals, and have deep research on movies, so their tastes are often more tricky, more cold.
 
In addition to the media roundup, Rotten Tomatoes, IMDB and theater scores are the best complement to feedback on the quality of the movie.
 
Rotten Tomatoes represents the views of the mass media, comprehensive magazines, online media, authoritative bloggers, theatrical critics and so on are included, which means their tastes will be closer to the public, but still retain the professionalism of film critics. If the number of reviews for media roundups generally hovers around thirty, with no more than forty-five at most, then Rotten Tomatoes' mass media starts at one hundred and fifty, with major commercial films even attracting reviews from two hundred and fifty outlets.
 
Naturally, IMDB needs no introduction, as it is a website that provides complete feedback on audience preferences. However, IMDB's rating system is very complex, it will be based on the number of viewers, the quality of viewing and many other data, the user rating will occupy a larger proportion of senior users, which, to some extent, slightly curb the behavior of a large number of water army to brush the score. This is also an important reason why IMDB's score is so authoritative.
 
The final theater score is the feedback of the statistical theater word of mouth, the response is completely the taste of the general public. In general, the rating of commercial popcorn movies are "a-" jump, below this score is difficult to make people satisfied; thriller horror movies are "B" around, to reach this score is worth celebrating; art film rating will be relatively low, part of the works only in the art theater broadcast, and will not even count the data.
 
The four data items, representing the feedback of different groups, are available to the general audience for reference.
 
However, watching a movie is a very personal thing, and it is normal to have no feeling at all about a movie that everyone else applauds, or to be completely entertained by a work that everyone else scorns. Therefore, different audiences pick the movies they want to see based on different indicators, and this is the way to go.
 
Following a sixty-nine score from the press roundup, "Buried" Rotten Tomatoes score reached eighty-seven percent, with the mass media showing unprecedented enthusiasm and praise for the film, while the Rotten Tomatoes score landed at seven point six on a ten point scale, which for a thriller and suspense film, could not be more impressive! It couldn't be better!
 
It can be seen that both professional critics and popular critics have not hesitated to send their praise, from Toronto to Telluride, and then to the North American spot screenings, "Buried" momentum not only does not show a decline, but also insidiously continue to climb, set off a storm of word of mouth!
 
So, what about the audience?
 
IMDB's score is limited and cannot be counted for now, but the 8.5 frenzy has already seen the first reaction of the midnight audience; as for the theatrical score, there is none.
 
As for the theatrical score, there is none. There is no way to count the theatrical score of this work that was only shown in eleven art houses, so this reference data is currently blank. However, people can find the answer they want from the indirect reference data.
 
"Paranormal Activity 2".
 
The same day this work was released, the same thriller and suspense genre, the same small budget production, the same first time to harvest a lot of feedback, this is undoubtedly the best reference object for people.
 
The four evaluation data of "Paranormal Activity 2", which was released in more than 3,200 theaters, were all released in the first time.
 
The overall results of the twenty-three media reviews, only 53 points, a big disappointment, compared to the previous film's sixty-eight points, a full two grades down!
 
The Rotten Tomatoes index, on the other hand, was only fifty-eight percent, and the average rating of one hundred and thirty-one mass media outlets was only six points, in line with professional critics, with scores declining across the board.
 
IMDB's score actually gathered more than 14,000 votes from users, apparently the number of viewers who went into the cinema easily exceeded "Buried", but the score was a big disappointment, only 5.5 points, compared to the previous film's 6.3 points, once again a precipitous decline.
 
As for the theatrical score, the "B" score finally saved face and reached the average level of thriller horror movies - but only a passing grade, without losing the bottom together.
 
It's no exaggeration to say that the quality of "Paranormal Activity 2" completely collapsed, with audiences and critics alike remaining highly unanimous in their disappointment with the production.
 
In comparison, "Buried" is definitely ahead in terms of word of mouth, easily crushing almost every statistic and even rivaling the miracle "Paranormal Activity", which also means that "Buried" will have a minimum theatrical score of "B" - at least equal to "Paranormal Activity 2", as to whether it will have a "B+" or even "a-" performance, only after walking into the cinema to make a judgment.
 
What's more, the Yahoo community, the photo wall, Facebook and other networks are hot, the feedback is red across the board, plus the media roundup and Rotten Tomatoes index is red across the board, it's not hard to conclude: this is a movie worth watching.
 
The so-called Halloween season is a festival for those who like to watch horror and thriller movies to revel in. But this year, "Paranormal Activity 2" obviously disappointed everyone, before waiting for the next week "Saw VII" debut, the audience's wounded hearts desperately need to take care of some, so "Buried" is now in the public eye.
 
At this moment, industry insiders marvel at the cunning of Focus Features, "Buried" arranged in this slot, on the surface, the same type of subject matter head-on collision, is bound to "Buried" such a work without resources is unfavorable; but on the other hand, this is also for those who love "Buried". But on the other hand, this also provides another option for those who love the "Paranormal Activity 2" genre.
 
Of course, this is just an afterthought on paper. "Buried" has won attention because of a combination of timing, location and people. The schedule arranged by Focus Features only provided the final catalyst.
 
Incredibly, the weekend screening market for "Buried" was booming like never before, some because of the Toronto and Telluride effect, some because they were curious about Renly's true strength, some because of the overwhelmingly positive reviews, and some because of the disappointment of "Paranormal Activity 2".
 
But whatever the reason, the audience, in droves, went into the cinema and bought tickets for "Buried", and that was the result.

After getting the final relief from his past sufferings, Chu Jiashu was given a second chance when he found himself in the body of an infant from an aristocratic family of Hall. Now, nothing is going to stop him from achieving his long-cherished dream of acting. Enter Renly Hall, a Hollywood miracle of 21st century.


Note from the translator - from me, that is.
   
"Honestly, I get frustrated too much when I look at countless subpar novels being translated day after day. So much human resources wasted. I kinda get what Qidian International is doing, but it is just, I can't bear the notion of having so many wonderful novels that belong to the Chinese platform to be left in the dust. English-speaking community should know of the existence of such brilliant works, and more so, they should enjoy them. The novel is by a Chinese dude "Qiqi Jia D Mao Mao", whatever that might mean, who wrote several showbiz novels (he is probably the best at what he is doing). It is not my work, I'm just a dude who, with the help of two free machine translators (DeepL and good ol' Google), can show you a hidden gem. Wait, you said machine translators? Sadly, yes. I can't speak Chinese at all, but fortunately, this novel is structured in a machine-translation-friendly way, like really so. Most of the time context is saved. I'm just polishing the edges with my superb (not really) editing skills, so you all chaps have a splendid experience with this good staff indeed. Actually, you can go and read machine translation or just wait for my updates. Up to you dudes and dudies. And then I go away...blewb, blewb, blewb, blewb, blewb....."

P.S.
"I am a knife for a hire. So the managers of the site can employ me for this novel, but please don't remove it. Oh, please, I'm begging you on my knees. You guys won't even think of translating this novel, and here I am "translating" it for free,.... well for the time being, that is mwahahaha!"

P.S. for P.S.
This novel does not contain the following:
Harem, definitely not NTR, stupid characters, NTR again (God, I hate NTR (secretly beating the meat for a one in hentai))

But this novel contains:
Great storyline, relatable characters, realistic situations, very fun moments as well as tear jerking ones (so much so, you will find your throat hella sore from crying all the time), surprise after surprise for the decisions that author went with.

You will have a good time indeed
WARNING! READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION!

Half an hour later, Gael and Rick were pulling up on the driveway of his house. He didn't get out of his car right away, keeping his hands on the steering wheel and his head thrown back on the rest. Sensing Rick waiting for him on the side of his car, he alighted and headed to the front door. 
"Everything okay, Boss?" asked Rick.
No.
"Yeah. Just tired. Didn't get much sleep last night." Gael opened the front door, turned to Riccardo before entering, and questioned, "Have you heard anything from the borders?"
"Nothing on their end, Boss. Leos could be coming in by air."
"Keep our men awake. We don't want any surprises." He stepped into the foyer and entered the living room, his eyes scanning the empty place. It had always been empty before Angela, but it felt even emptier without her here now.
Gael took the stairs, stripped off his shirt on the way, and pushed the door to his bedroom. A curse escaped under his breath when Angela's perfume invaded his nose. His bedroom was in order as if she hadn't been here for days yet her scent lingered in the air like she'd taken permanent residence—even if she was no longer around or her stuff wasn't here. He couldn't tell if he was going crazy and it was just all in his head, or that she did this on purpose to make him suffer. But after last night, he couldn't blame her, really.
Stalking towards the bathroom, he turned the tap in the sink and collected cold water in his palms, splashing himself on the face and repeated this one more time. He stared at his reflection in the mirror, the memory from last night clawing its way to the front of his head—and suddenly, she was here again, right in front of him in her unzipped dress. His body remembered everything he did to her—the way he pressed himself on her back, touched her skin, ran his nose up her neck, and inhaled her delicious scent. 
The muscle on his jaw popped when he remembered what he said to her.
"My dreams are better than reality."
When he said those words last night, it came out without much thought. But right after he left, he realized how it must have sounded. It was too late to take it back. The damage had been done. And maybe, he didn't want to clarify it even if the truth in his words wasn't what she probably thought.
His dreams were indeed better than reality. But it was far from disappointment in what he saw in her. Fûck no. Not in a million years. She was perfect. Though it didn't change the fact that while he wanted to be around her, he couldn't really stay. At least, in his dreams, they were together. In his dreams, Angela was his—no crazy exes, no mafia, no reservations. So yes, his dreams were definitely better than reality.
'You're still an ass for making her think differently,' his inner voice said.
Exhaling a sigh, he tossed the shirt that hung on his shoulder into the hamper. Gael stopped in his tracks when his eye caught something pink on the bottom of the mirror—above the socket. 'What's this? Angela's?' He drew his brows together and reached for the flap, taking the piece of paper and reading it.
[ My BOB is actually a gorgeous bunny in hot pink. ]
He blinked. He swallowed. BOB as in Battery Operated Boyfriend—her friggin' device was a hot pink bunny. A huff escaped his lips, and then a broad smile formed on his face. She must have remembered their conversation the other day while she cleaned her stuff from his bathroom—probably when she was putting away that hair thing he thought was her vibrator. Hot damn. "A pink bunny, huh?" 
At first, he was smiling...and then he wasn't. He clenched his jaw tight, and his underwear became snug. Damn it. Now the image of Angela using that thing was in his mind. She was bold in admitting that she owned one, and he liked it.
Taking a deep breath, her scent was also in the bathroom, and it only made his situation worse. His thumb ran on the note, and then he placed it back where he found it instead of throwing it in the trash. He wanted to keep it.
Gael needed a cold shower after that. Hooking his thumbs on his waistband, he shoved his pants and underwear down and tossed them into the hamper. He stepped inside the shower, turned on the handle, and let the cold water from the ceiling fall on his head. Lifting his chin upward, his eyes were closed as the drops of water rained on his face, cooling him down while he tried thinking about other things in an attempt to soften himself up.
Angela. 'No, not that,' said the voice in his head.
Rotten tomatoes. 'Good. Keep going.'
Angela. 'What the fûck! Go back.'
Rotten tomatoes.
An old person's whole set of false teeth. Ugh.
Okay, that worked. 
His eyes opened, and they landed on another pink sticky note on the showerhead on the wall.
[ I didn't bring my BOB. And this one did the trick. ;-) ]
Gael rubbed his scruff. His relief was short-lived, and it didn't help that there was another note just several inches away from the showerhead. A pink one was stuck on the wall just above his body wash.
[ I like to use your body wash on me so I'd smell like you when I crawl to your bed at night. ]
Those notes did it. He was hard again. His manhood was so stiff; it was actually becoming painful. Angela probably wanted to kill him. This was payback for what he did to her last night, and she was winning. His nose flared as he leaned a hand on the wall for support. This was not good. He was going to break.
His muscles rippled on his torso as his breathing became heavy. Images of Angela lying in the tub with the detachable showerhead between her legs flashed in his mind—her eyes closed, her lips slightly parted, one hand holding the showerhead while the other grabbing her tit. Shît. This was too much.
Reaching for his body wash, he squirted thick white liquid on his palm and began slathering it on his chest, neck, and abdomen. Another image of her flashed, and this time, he could hear her moans. Her breathing was ragged, both of her hands now touching her apex. 
"Fûck." He reached further south and fisted his cock, closing his eyes as he continued watching her pleasure herself. 'That's right, Angel. Rub it,' he thought, his hand gliding up and down his shaft slowly at first until he picked up his pace. 
He was a sick fûck who fantasized about the woman of his dreams when he'd left her last night. 'You're sick.' He pumped faster, groaning as images of her calling his name while she writhed as she climaxed danced in his head. 'Don't stop,' he told her. 'Keep going. Ride it out.'
A guttural sound he barely recognized came out of him as he released, jets of cum hitting the wall in front of him while he convulsed and tightened his abdomen. He had never come so fast and hard in a long time like this as if he was a horny teenager who couldn't stop thinking about his crush and then rubbing one off the moment he was alone in his room.
Gael chuckled, shaking his head for what he just did. 'You should be ashamed of yourself,' he thought. When it came to her, his control was barely hanging. And the second she was gone, here he was, jacking off from an image of her that he created in his mind—all because of the damn sticky notes.
Slightly relieved from his heated excursion, he finished his shower and grabbed a fresh towel from the floating cabinet. After drying himself, he hung it on the wall. Just when he thought it was over, another note was stuck next to the double towel rod. It was directly beside a hanging towel—obviously Angela's. And it said:
[ I used this towel on me, wiping myself dry after I used the showerhead. ]
"Oh, for Christ's sake. Sorry, Jesus. But this woman is going to be the death of me," he spoke under gritted teeth. His fingers itched to touch the towel, but he already sinned just a minute ago.
Gael shook his head as he strolled out of the bathroom and quickly changed into a T-shirt and shorts. It was still early in the day, and he had nothing to do until after lunch. With heavy eyelids, he decided to take a nap to recharge, so he dove on his bed and nuzzled on the pillow that still smelled like her. Lying on his stomach, a long exhale escaped his lips and he lazily blinked.
Holy mother of all naughty girls like Angela! There was another pink note on the paper. He dreaded to read it but he had to see just what it was she did this time.
 [ I wish I brought my BOB instead of using my hands and this pillow between my legs. Good night and sweet dreams, Gael. ]
His face hardened as he muttered under his breath, "Angel… You're wicked."


What are the odds that Gael would find himself as the Hero of a dark romance novel?

After stumbling upon the book that he probably wouldn't have found if not because of his sister, Gael read the entire thing in one night.

He found the book worthy of his mockery. It was absolutely ludicrous! He must find whoever wrote this absolute nonsense about him so he could show that person what he does to people who were deserving of his wrath.

But what would he do when he finds out that the author of the book wants to keep her identity a secret? 

Will he expose her?

Or will he use the secret to his advantage?


...

"How dare she use me this way?" A menacing stare paints his face as he looks at the woman from a distance.

"She likes writing romance novels so much?" he scoffed. "Then I'll give her the best damn story she would ever want to write."

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--- A/N ---

Hello guys, Its been a while!


I hope everyone are doing great! 


Thanks for everyone's suggestion and concluded to use Ghost, Suggested by Crimsonitaci. It is good since the group are there but they doesn't exist. I like that concept so I will choose that hehehe. By the way, I will start doing a time skip next chapter to fast forward the events.

If you found any problem in this chapter, just leave a comment into it so i can fix it. Thanks for everyone's cooperation and Have a nice day guys!

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I exited the tower in hope of looking for Tsunade and Kong but I stopped when I sensed a huge crowd of people in front of Hokage tower. They are holding different faming tools and torches while shouting curses. They are throwing rotten tomatoes to the tied and battered Tsunade and Kong. Tsunade and Kong struggled as much as they can to get out of being tied on a wood impaled on the ground and to get out of this crazy group of people.




I sighed because I know what is happening right now. I observed them all and heard them shouting different curses to Tsunade and Kong. I also saw them attracting more crowd to this area.




I waited inside the tower while waiting for Tobirama. After a while, I felt Tobirama Coming out of his office so i greeted him. He also saw the crowd together with Kong and Tsunade. He sighed and face palmed with a long face. He said "It is my turn now right?"





I nodded and said "Yup, but today I will help you out uncle. This group is much bigger than what we mostly handle."



We always confront angry group of people monthly due to the troubles made by Kong and Tsunade. We even created a schedule per month who should confront this people. This schedule was created by Me, Mito and Tobirama as a precaution for this kind of problems.


We moved to the direction of this group and wore a smile. I can see Kong catching the tomatoes before throwing it back to the crowd. Tsunade was seen crying while dodging with all her might and struggle to untie herself. I saw that they are battered, full of bruises and cuts. Their aura are also chaotic, indicating that they had a fight before being tied here by this crowd.


Kong shouted "Untie us now you pitiful creatures! Once i am out of this, I will you all whose the bos-"



Kong hadn't finish his speech as a rotten tomato was thrown directly into his mouth.


He spit it out before shouting again "Pweh! What the fuck was that you stupid ape--!"


A barrage of tomatoes was thrown again to his mouth and almost made Kong to cry. Tsunade next to him was pleading for help while dodging every tomatoes thrown to her by jumping together with the log on her back.


Tobirama, next to me, calmed them up and said "Can everyone please calm down now? No need to be barbaric in this kind of problems do we?"



His words calmed the crowd so we moved directly to Kong and Tsunade's direction. Kong's face turned smug and said "Heh, Now that my boss is here, you all will be punished for giving my Handsome face a beating! I wi-!" *Smack*


My fist is smoking as I am looking angrilt at Kong. Kong is really a subordinate that knows how to always get in trouble. I asked them "What problem did you two did today?"



Tsunade, next to Kong, tearly said "Brother Haru, Granduncle, Help us!! This group of people are scary, They kept on throwing rotten tomatoes and cursing us after tying us up with this rope!!! They are insane!!!"



Kong also calmly said "Boss, you got to help us! This Fucking people started to beat us to the ground! We didn't do anything stupid boss! please help us!"




We didn't believe it so we asked everyone "Can we know what did these two did to you all?"



A Farmer walked to us while holding a Hoe. He directed the Hoe to Kong and said "This two destroyed our livelihood! They destroyed half of our Farm! Half of my friends were injured! We didn't know how to get up after this!"


A bulky man said "Woah for real! We are going to starve for this! For them to do that in our village! They are menace to our village!"


The crowd shouted "Yeah, Menace to our village!"


*Twitch*


A man with a chefs outfit came out of the crowd and said "This two kept on running the street without restrain and destroyed my shop's sign and door!"


The bulky man threw a tomato to Kong and said "That is my favorite Restaurant! Shame on you too, especially that Gorilla!"

The crowd also shouted "Shame you two!"


*Twitch*



A rich con man also said "The Food I was eating was destroyed by them! They even dirtied my robe and destroyed some of my jewelries!"


The bulky man said "Wait they did all of that? Bring them to hell then!"



The crowd copied what the bulky man and shouted "Yeah! Bring them to hell!!!"


*Twitch*



A beggar said "They destroyed my mansion!"

The bulky man said "Bring the- wait, I know you. You are the beggar next to our place! Since when did you have mansion!?"


The beggar replied "Oh, did I say Mansion. My bad, it is my Villa that was destroyed!"



The Bulky man Rebutted "Bring him to hell too!"


The man started to throw rotten tomatoes to the beggar and gained the crowd's support. The vein in my head kept throbbing many times as I am looking and listening at the bulky man. 



I mean what the heck is my father doing here! The crowd are idiots that follows what was said by my father! I am really confuse what is happening right now! He should help us diffuse the angry mobs, not increase their anger!


I angrily said "What the hell are you doing here father!?"


He said "Don't mind me here son, I am just here for the fun hahahahaha! Yeah! Throw more Tomatoes!!!!"


I said "Ohhhh.... For the fun huh? I wonder what will Mother do if she learned that you are here 'FOR FUN' instead of helping her in the house."



My father's face turned pale and passed all of his tomatoes to the man next to him. He hurriedly said "Here, take this man. Go and throw it to those two especially that Gorilla, He is also one of the two people that destroyed my life! Give revenge to me comrade!!"



He bolted out of this place which made the man next to him dumbfounded. I sigh as I am starting to have an headache.




An Uncle wearing a toxido said to Tobirama "We kept on telling these two to pay for the damages they created! These two kept on destroying our business in the broad day light and they even destroyed half of the farm today! These two are ruining our business due to their fights!"


Pay them? I just gave them a big sum of money in case they destroyed something again. I sigh and moved closer to Tsunade.



Tsunade Said "Brother Haru, Help us! That seal you gave us must have expired while we are fighting!! That must have been the reason for that big explosion they are talking about! Brother Haru, Help us!!!!"



Oh so they used my Cube prototype again huh? I created that cube to make my Hunting life easier. I kept on fighting and killing monsters in the forest near this village that I started to attract unwanted spectators from different clans especially my Grandfather. I created a cube that contains many sealing seals that temporarily seal the user and enemy to another dimension. That Dimension is a dimension I created and placed between that cube. You can say that, it can copy an exact biome outside the cube and suck two or more person inside. 



What is actually nice about this creation of mine is that, you can trap anyone for an hour as long as you have a much bigger chakra pool than your target. This cube can operate by supplying chakra into it while imagining who you want to enter with you on that cube . I created 50 of this and gave Tsunade half of it in case she wants to fight Kong without Holding back.



Tobirama looked at me with a dead pan expression. He said "Really? Another weapon of destruction?"



I sigh and said "Not really Uncle. This is a sealing cube that can trap anyone inside to fight without destroying the surroundings. I gave 25 cubes to them so they can fight without destroying the village. Who would have thought that, even if they already have this cube, they'll still blow something up?"



An angry Fat Woman came to our direction and said "Hokage, please listen to our plead! This two must be punished for the explosion they created near our farm and destroyed half of our farms and injured some of our friends! They must also be punished for destroying the street and some of our businesses especially this ugly and rude Gorilla!!!!"



She, Out or her anger, kicked hard Kong in his face. Kong smirked at her and said "Heh, THAT FUCKING KICK WAS TOO WEAK! My Grandmother can kick much harder than you Whale!!!!"


The woman said "OH YOU..!!!!!!!!"


The woman gave Kong another beating of his life. The Husband of that fat woman helped her by giving he differently weapon to use. Another vein appeard on my head together with Tobirama. Kong really makes this more pain in the ass.



Tobirama said "Okay, everyone. No need to be barbaric so let us talk about this! we will pay for the damages and let these two help you out in cleaning and fixing all of your business."


The crowd agreed to the condition and dispersed after a brief discussion about this. Tsunade and Kong were freed from the ropes and shouted in glee "WE ARE FINALLY FREE!!!!"


The two started to celebrate and run as they are freed from the rope. Kong looked at the direction of the crowd and said "Ha, You all better hide! The next time I am see you all, I will fucking shove a rotten tomato to all of your Throats!!!"



I let Kongs antics slide and smiled to Tsunade. I asked again "By the way Tsunade, Where is the money? That will be used to pay half pf the damages you two created."



The money was destroyed in their fight and Tsunade didn't want to gain my wrath by saying it. Tsunade didn't know what to do and started to sweat furiously but after thinking for a while, She thought of a genius plan. It is to blame the money and all of the problem to Kong. She shyly said "I-Its, its destroyed by Kong!"


Kong that is dusting his fur and humming in glee was stopped. He looked at her and immediately rebutted "What the Fuck Brute! How did I destroyed that! You are the one holding the money remember!? Don't hide it now!"



Tsunade said "Yes, I secured it before our fight but because of your last attack, half of my scrolls that I am hiding on my bag, were destroyed including the money. Even my favorite dress was destroyed!"



Kong dumbly replied "Oh...Is that so? Sorry about that, I get carried away in our fight hahahahahha." 


We all glared at him as he laugh awkwardly. Tsunade said "Pay me up for that dress! That cost me of my entire savings!"


He started to sweat like crazy as he is the he is the only one being pressure to pay. He looked at Tsunade and saw her secretly smirking on him. He realize that this was planned by Tsunade. She was pushing the problem to him. He looked at Tsunade and thought of escaping here. He suddenly threw a bag of smoke in his position and bolted out of this place. He said "Adios Bitch! Its your problem now Hahahaha!!!"


I said to Tobirama "Do you like to chase him?"



Tobirama sighed and said "I am tired. I got so much problems to deal today especially the information you just gave me. You can do all the honor, Haru! By the way, Tsunade, Even if you blame it all to Kong, you will still work for the damages you made."



Tsunade, that is secretly celebrating for her successful plan, was downed again because of Tobirama's words. She thought that her 1000 IQ plan was easily seen by his GrandUncle. She said "Yes, GrandUncle."



I nodded to Tobirama before getting Tsunade by her collar. I looked for Kong and saw him running southwest. He plan to hide in the forest and lose us. To bad for him, he is so slow and easy to predict. I used instant transmission and appeared in front of him. He is laughing out loud as he said "Fools! I have a much bigger brain than you Brute! To think that you are pushing the blame to me!? Hah, You will need Hundred more years  to study before surpassing my Intelligence hahahahaha!!!"




He stumbled on me and fall on his butt. Tsunade was looking at him in glee while a vein appeared on my forehead. He said "Oh Shit!!"




I beat the hell out of him while telling him to take his study seriously. I am teaching him to think but he is still acting as a child which I can't control. I delivered the laughing Tsunade on her compound before dragging the unconsious Kong by his tail.



I dropped him by his room before going down my lab. Well I will find a new location for this lab, Letting it sit under our house will cause so much problem. It is also quite uncomfortable to see it lying underground, I will need to look for a hidden yet open place.




I entered my laboratory and was greeted by Jarvis.



<Professor, The clones are complete and ready for harvest while the DNA is almost complete. As for the monsters, they are 50% done. I will need more Samples of Tailed beast Chakra for completion, Professor>



I sighed after hearing this news. This is a Good news after a Bad day created by Tsunade and Kong. I moved to the monitor and saw the data they are complete.



I said "The Samples are great. Jarvis, Go send Clone number 1 before I do the merging session!"


<Noted Professor!>



I waited as an unconscious clone of mine was delivered to my position by my minion robots. I said "Active him, Give every necessary information to his brain. He will work as my substitute while I am gone. I don't want anyone to notice me leaving my house or Village."



The clone was activated and showed the same aura, look and charm like mine. He nodded to me and moved back to my room. I will start my road for power now!

This is my book and English is my third language so expect some sentence, grammar and spelling error.

A headstart for everyone, the MC may have absorbed Aizen and Dr. Gero's soul but that doesn't mean he will become like them. I am creating a character that is different to them so please excuse me is I offended some people. 

[Synopsis]

A man was transported in a dark place where ball of light lights appear and disappear from time to time. He approached one and devour one ball accidentally. 


He discovered that it is also a soul and he obtain all of its knowledge. He is in glee and starts devouring everything in his vission. Who would have though that a devil was watching him with interest.


Disclaimers:

The Picture I used in the cover is not mine. I found in google and all of the credits for the cover is all to him/her.

I also don't own the anime characters in this book. They belong to their respected creators, only the originals I created was mine.


Thank you for reading this before opening my book. Have a nice day guys!

Next, they sold paneer and milk. The next shop was where Nepalese knives and daggers were sold, 150 rupees apiece. They were not sharp. And on the patch there was a school of rickshaws. Their motorcycle riders were already battered, with a leaky roof, rotten floor, it was difficult to start. 10 km they estimated at 20-25 rupees.

In addition, carts were located on the south side; these were tall wooden platforms - 1 meter wide and 2.5 meter long. They served as wheels - wheels for bicycles, sometimes they were without tires, only a rim. On them lay products from the nearest farms - watermelons. potatoes, cucumbers. Tomatoes, some kind of greenery that is not familiar to us, fruits of a watery fruit, from which diarrhea occurs, when consumed more than 2 pieces per day. Bananas, 1 rupee per item. Less often were pineapples, apples and tangerines.

From this market to the east lay a small road, 4 meters wide, two strips. On both sides, of which, there was a pavement of broken, red bricks. After the rains passed, the sidewalk appetizingly "munched" with mud and water. At night there was no city lighting. And it was possible to observe the enchanting picture ... a dark street ... you can see the headlights of trucks and here and there, flashed on both sides of the street, bright lights.

They were pedestrians, carrying lanterns so that drivers could see them and not knock them down. Having passed to the east of the street of kilometer 3, it was possible to go out onto a wide avenue, 15 meters wide ... there were 6 lanes. On both sides of which were located fences, private properties. And on the fences were stuck, broken bottles and or fragments of glass. It was very rare to see pointed iron pins or spear wire.

And then only - go ahead! To the East! Another 5 km ... to the city park, there one could often see Lamaists, Tibetan monks ... they had a tent city there. Buddhist monks in red and yellow capes, with shaved heads.

And after 1 km there was a shopping district, a large ... and then a city bazaar ... extending many kilometers to the east of the city. He looked like a city in a city!

"Don't worry. You will soon know what to do next. Your experience points would be automatically allocated now. There's no need to think too much of it. As a 'vagabond', your stats would be distributed accordingly. A 'vagabond' would have the advantage of wielding a one or two-handed weapons and be able to use a ranged weapon like your short bow now."
"Thank you, elder, for your enlightenment," I said as I reached my hand to accept a bowl of gruel with some vegetables and fox meat in them. The scent of the gruel was enticing and I wished I could stock up on her food reserves since it would hard on her having an extra mouth to feed.
"I would like to go to the marketplace to get some more grains, elder. It's for both of us and some garnishings too." I suggested and she raised her hands when I mentioned about garnishing.
"Look yonder for chives, celery, onions, garlic and parsley. Collect them and return it back here once you have collected a basketful each. You don't have to buy those. I had cultivated them myself."
"Yes, Elder. I will do as being told. How much does the grain costs?" I asked since I do have such a meagre amount in my coin pouch now.
"Oh...just 1 'chupak' or 'catty' costs 3 coppers for unhusked grains while 8 coppers for rice. You can buy the unhusked grains and I will be doing the unhusking here using this molar and pestle. Such a waste to buy the rice since it costs nearly triple the amount. of grains"
"Yes elder, thank you once again. I will go to the fields later to cultivate the things required and I will go to the marketplace afterwards to get the grains. May I see the kitchen on what are the things that are required to be purchased later on?"
"Eeehhhh... no man has entered my private domain before and it would not be the first from you. Just buy what you think is needed and when on your second trip, I will let you know what is not being required."
"Yes, elder...I understand and please forgive me if my statement early was misunderstood." I quickly finished the gruel and held another bowl for seconds when she stopped me by saying, "Do you think this is Oliver Twist eh? Oh please...may I have some more...? See this ladle here? One knock on your head will turn you into a monkey... Now go and perform your tasks..."
"Ara ma...this old lady is sure grumpy as hell. No wonder she lives all by herself...." I thought to myself and took my empty basket and proceeded to the other side of the house where she had cultivated a plot of 10x10 land to grow her roots and herbs.
 
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After I had picked the required amount of garnishing, I head back and deposited the basket's contents on the makeshift table at the side of the house. Noticing the elder was staring into the flickers of the fireplace's flames, I inquired her if she was alright.
"Everything is good with me, child. But there's nothing right with you at this moment. Look at your name above your head, it is still red, am I right? It had turned from crimson red and now it had become lighter red in colour. Do you wish to still go to the marketplace which is 2 hours yonder?"
I looked up and I saw my name was that was looming was changing into a lighter red than before. I took the blanket and concealed my head like a shawl and it immediately faded away from everyone's sight. I guess this has to do for a while. It's better than leaving it exposed like a siren above my head after all.
"Don't worry elder, I will return as soon as I could." I put a stick upright and saw a short shade heading towards the west and it suggests nearly after midday and before 1 pm. 4 hours to and fro and I should be back before dinner time.
"Alright, elder...I'm off to the marketplace now. I've set the garnishing on the preparation table at the side of the house and I am carrying this basket with me. I leave my bow and arrows at the side of the house, if you may."
The elder nodded her head as I picked up the basket and placed it in the crook of my arm and I walked alongside with stream. "2 hours walk...let me deploy my Internal Chi Energy and see if I could walk faster than this without breaking a sweat." I thought to myself as I slowly controlled my breathing and concentrated my secondary points on both legs to pump it faster as I trudged towards the marketplace.
I was like breezing through alongside the stream and everything around me was like afterimages due to the speed of my walk. "Not bad...really is not bad..." I slowly regain myself back as I deactivated my Internal Chi Breathing when I saw the outskirts of the marketplace nearing. It took me about half an hour to get here using my technique.
I wonder what kind of naming technique would I call that? Brisk walking? It seems so, and the main thing is that I am able to reach here in the shortest time possible. There were 5 to 6 main merchants lined up at the main marketplace and I peeked at them who were selling their wares. There was an ornamental stand merchant, a herbalist merchant, a clothes merchant, an innkeeper, a blacksmith and also the tavern.
There were a number of adventures and they never took notice of me since I was shabbily dressed with a shawl over my head and a wicker basket in the crook of my arm. Except for my short sword, I look neither an adventurer nor a Hodelum.
I walked over to the merchant manning the tavern and asked her where are the local produce market and she pointed out to me in the other direction where the local villagers were milling about. There were colourful tentages above them and the sellers were hollering their wares and prices as the villagers bargain their purchase.
"Miss, could you do me a small favour. I was thinking of buying some groceries and all I have is this gold coin. Could you kindly break this down to smaller change for me?"
"Oh sure, child. Are you sure you won't buy anything back? I have this salted duck eggs that go for only 5 coppers for 2. I would then be of service to you to return the change back."
"Alright Miss, I'd take 2 eggs then. By the way, is this any good?"
"Of course child. When this salted duck egg is consumed, it will slowly heal you back within a period of 5 seconds. Not that much because this is the basic food only but sustenance but also healing."
She passed me the salted duck eggs that it's hardshell had been covered with a kind of mud and straw. I gave her my gold coin and she returned my change. With a jingle of coppers in my coin pouch, I made my way to the local produce to get what I need.
I bought the following:
3 catties of unhusked grains for 15 coppers
1 catty of rice for 8 coppers
1 slab of animal fat for 5 coppers
1 dozen chicken eggs at 6 coppers
1 catty of plain flour for 5 coppers
1 head of Chinese cabbage for 3 coppers
1 head of cauliflower for 3 coppers
2 stick of carrots for 2 coppers
6 semi-ripe tomatoes for 3 coppers
I had spent a total of 50 coppers for the marketing and it's time for me to head back since my basket was overflowing. the 2 salted duck eggs were placed on my pants pocket and the chicken eggs that I had bought was placed on top of all the groceries.
The adventurers had all white names, and same goes to the other villagers and sellers. They took little notice of me with a shawl over my head and a basket on the crook of my hand and one look at me would suggest that I am here to do my usual groceries.
At the corner of the market, I saw a big dumping ground and I picked a few rotten carrots, rotten potatoes, rotten tomatoes and some rotten strawberries and a few dried string beans. "Great...! It's not for consumption but would definitely be great for cultivation. It might take some time to reap what we down but at least we do have some vegetables in the vegetable patch.
A few villagers lasses me by and took little notice. If these weren't NPC, they would be sneering at me 'dumpster diving' even though I had bought the food I wanted. Hahaha...i picked another broken basket and places all the rotten vegetables inside and this way my load would be balanced and my trip to the market today would be worthwhile.
"Time to head back to the elder's..." I thought to myself as I gingerly walked with the two baskets on both crooks of my arms. When I'm outside the outskirts of the settlement, I deployed my Internal Chi Breathing and concentrated on my legs as I walked and then breezed through after images with the technique I had deployed.
I deactivated the technique when I was just a short distance away from the house and the elder was surprised that I came back with 2 baskets from the market. "It seems you had mastered the art of 'Cruising Along' my child."
"Cruising Along was the techniques I had recently deployed? Is that the term for that? I thought it was Brisk Walking."
"Brisk walking your head la...What are you going to those eggs in your pants? Keeping them warm issit?
 
=*=
"Oh...you mean the salted duck eggs..." I removed the 2 eggs that were coated with mud and hay. "Is this a normal way to make these salted eggs?" I asked as I produced the eggs out from my pants pocket.
"Definitely not store them in your pockets. Yes, it's a way to preserve these eggs. These eggs had been processed and after that, the coating would keep them at a controlled temperature. Did you buy that from the tavern? Do you know it's used besides eating them?"
"The lady told me it would heal me in 5 seconds, considering the fact that it was cheap and edible, I don't think it would regain so much health points."
"That's true and it would also make a good companion dish with the gruel. So I see you bought grains and rice. You shouldn't have bought the rice but it's for my convenience right? Why do you need this flour for?"
"Yes elder, it's for your convenience. The flour is to make grilled bread since I saw a small saucepan that can be used. Would you mind if I make breakfast tomorrow? And this basket of rotten fruits and vegetables, could I share the garden patch to grow some vegetables too? it may look rotten now but it's the best way to get started."
"Do what you wish to do with them. Are you sure you would know how to till the land?"
"Yes, elder...i know how to manually till the land for cultivation. I would do it in the morning when the soil is wet with dew and cold from the night."
The Elder nodded her head as she acknowledges my methods of cultivating the land. I went over and only saw an old hoe with a broken handle and decides to make good use of it.
"Since its evening, go make yourself a hearth beside the fireplace and you can do whatever you like. You are not my disciple anyway and I am no Master too. Go, run along for the rest of the chores. There are some leftovers from lunch for dinner. Eat it all up and remember to wash the cauldron."

In the room where they studied, Arya seemed to be sitting pretty, unrolling palm leaves. in his hand was ready to hold a small knife to write on the palm leaves.
He seemed to be smiling at his friends who one by one entered the room with a frowning face. They seemed still very annoyed to see Arya.
Arya instead waved his hand and his handsome face looked so innocent, he was very annoying. His thick eyebrows seemed to lift - up. His tiny red lips moved to tease his friends.
Sena clenched his fists and pointed at Arya with a curse. "You're a demon, make us walk naked," said Sena as he threw his palm leaves onto the table. Then sit down on the mat, grumbling.
"Don't overdo it, I'm still kind enough not to damage your clothes, just throw them away. You alone can't take the clothes" said Arya as he secretly took out the candy ceremai from his pocket and munched the sweets while blinked his beautiful lashes.
Wira sat behind Arya then held his shoulders gently. "You shouldn't do that. You know our skill is still below your level of skill. We can't take it ourselves. Are you willing to take it for us?" Said Wira.
Arya turned her face back. Wira is their oldest and wisest sibling. Nothing untouched if he had spoken including the silly Arya. Arya nodded his head and said, "Well after we finish learning to make poetry, I will get your clothes" said Arya.
"And I will pray that the devil will eat you in the dark forest," said Jaka, sticking out his tongue.
"Ah..ha..ha..ha..He was not the one who was eaten by the devil, but the devil that was eaten by him. Where is there a devil who is strong against his madness?" Sena said, laughing with laughter.
They finally joined in laughing Sena, "He's right. Sena's right .. You remember when there was a kuntilanak (1) demon standing in front of a grove of banana trees, while we were peeing in fear. Arya even casually invited acquaintances and even conveyed his hand on her shoulder while smiling. flirtatious.
I still remember that kuntilanak  face, her pale face is getting paler. She was stressed when Si Arya even stroked his cheek. Then the Kuntilanak immediately flew in fear and never appeared again. She was so scared while flying that we didn't hear her hideous laughter. "Koswara laughed while banging the table where he wrote.
"Yes .. yes right. I even still remember how he hit Kelong Wewe(2) who kidnapped the village chief's son who was only 3 years old. He pulled the ghost's breast with one pull so that Kelong Wewe screamed in pain. And without much repetition, She immediately gave the child of village leader. She hid that Child in a large  tree "Said Jaka again this time he laughed while rolling on the floor.
Only Wira smiled wisely while watching his friends burst out laughing. Wira rarely laughs, even if there is anything funny, he just smiles a little while showing his bright white teeth. He is the favorite student of Eyang Ireng Besi.
"That's still not much, who yesterday raised the corpse of the girl who died because it was raped and tortured by people. The corpse was then ordered to find the perpetrator herself so that the child of the tobacco tycoon could not escape his crime. The Arya was really outrageous" said Parta while throwing salak seeds. which he just chewed towards Arya. Arya screamed in pain when the salak seed hit his forehead.
He then took the candy ceremai (3 ) from his pocket then threw Parta back and soon they were throwing each other using whole salak (4) fruit and ceremai candy. The atmosphere was chaotic until their teacher arrived.
What a wrath the old man had been their teacher for nearly ten years. His white clothes seemed to be fluttering when he caught the salak fruit and ceremai sweets thrown by his students.
"You guys !! When are you going to grow up? You are all over seventeen. You should have had children. But even joking like a kid. Crazy !!" said Eyang Ireng Besi with a red face.
Suddenly all mouths closed. And they immediately sat upright in front of their respective tables. Their heads were bowed in guilt. And when Eyang Ireng Besi asked what was wrong, all the index fingers pointed compactly towards Arya.
Arya pointed to his chest while saying, "Me? How could I myself. Teacher, you saw how they threw salak fruit at me. So it's not only me who is wrong, they are also wrong" said Arya fiercely.
"But you started it," said Sena no less fiercely.
"Who was the first to stone me?" Arya did not want to lose.
"SHUT UP !! I could die standing because of you" said Eyang Ireng iron as he hit his head with the palm of his hand. He had repeatedly picked up and trained disciples. Only this time did he get a student like now. The authority of his padepokan (5 ) is well known in the world of martial arts and mysticism. It was already destroyed by the actions of his students. And he knows for sure that behind this student's behavior, Arya is the main accused.
Arya is a student who has succeeded in being the culprit of his friends. Like rotten tomatoes in a tomato crate. There is only one tomato, but because it is rotten, it makes all the tomatoes in the crate rot too.
"Arya .. Quickly you make two verses of poetry about the darkness of night and read it in front of your friends!" Said Eyang Ireng iron while sitting in front of his students. Everyone fell silent, making poetry for them was the most difficult lesson compared to other lessons. They want to be people who are good at martial arts and mysticism. Not wanting to be a poet. But somehow once a week every Monday they have to learn to compose and read poetry or poetry.
Jaka who couldn't stand it finally raised his hand and asked, " Teacher .. why do we have to make poetry? I don't want to be able to make poetry. It's too difficult for me" Said Jaka with a face begging and sad.
His friends immediately looked at Jaka with gratitude. Jaka seemed to voice their hearts too. If possible, the lesson of making poetry is eliminated on this earth and replaced with the skill of raising corpses or summoning spirits or knocking down trees with a wink or the skill of walking on water or the knowledge of riding a sword or spear that glides on water or air.
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(1) Kuntilanak = A female demon with long hair, dressed in white and has a hollow back
(2) Kelong Wewe = A female demon who has large breasts and long down to the bottom. They fly to find the little child and hide him in a big tree
(3) Ceremai = The fruit is very sour, light green in color and usually made sweets
(4) Salak = one of the tropical fruits that taste sweet
(5) Padepokan = a place to study martial arts and mysticism

Eyes of Arya wider when he sees the adorable view in front of him. Beautiful face, green eyes,  brown hair, the yellow skin, glowing, shining, and sparkling in the evening sun.

And which made admired of Arya is the body of that woman. She doesn't have a body like a human being. She doesn't have hand dan legs. It's like a long body. Her face was so cold with an extremely angry look. She was annoyed by Arya when She was taking a bath.

The snake girl suddenly moved her tail and hit Arya's body strongly. Arya dodged and jumped lightly. Instead, he lunged and held the beautiful face and kissed her lips gently and quickly. Then run away and jump to the top of the tree laughing. Not long after, the snake girl roared with anger.
"You devil !!" She shouted.

Meg dragged the rug through the door, heading for the hole she had dug by the large weeping willow. Inside the rug was her father. He had died last night, not peacefully. Meg had spent the cool autumn morning digging the hole that she needed a ladder to get out of. Her hands ached with open blisters from the manual labor. She was thankful that her father wouldn't suffer anymore. He had burned with fever, the infection had made him smell sour and his wounds would bleed or rain pus making the ranched smell stain anything he touched. Meg took a break from dragging the rug and pulled the bandanna over her nose. It helped only slightly with the smell. She needed to get him in the hole and covered up before nightfall. It had taken her all morning to dig the hole and she was feeling anxious to get him buried and back inside.

There wasn't much time for a proper good bye and burial, Meg pushed the rug covered body into the hole unceremoniously and took a few deep breaths before she started to shovel dirt over the red and cream rug. She tried to focus on her task, ignoring the hand in her hands, counting shovel loads of dirt promising herself she would take a break after 10 more loads.

Tears streamed down Megs face as she patted the dirt in place. Her hands were recked. She would need to clean them and dress them to avoid the same fate as her father. Meg left a blood trail as she made her way back inside the house and into the bathroom. She picked the smallest bucket of water to emerge her hands in. It hurt, terribly, with out even adding soap. The cool water did help to numb the throbbing though. Meg's hand shook as she grabbed a bar of soap and began rubbing it across her torn flesh. She bit  her lip as the pain came and doubled over as the stinging continued. By the time the dirt was washed away she had removed the skin that hung off her hands Meg was emotionally exhausted as much as she was physically. She knew her hands still needed work though and promised herself she would rest right after they were wrapped up.

She took a few deep breaths and reached for what was left of the rubbing alcohol. Her father had sold many possessions to buy the bottle, but it didn't help him. Meg glared at it, reminded of his screams when he used it, then took a deep breath and poured it on her left hand. The pain was extreme and she had to fight herself not to yell. After a few moments to breath she did the other hand. Meg had clean strips already torn, they would have been used on her father, she carefully wrapped up her hands and then laid down on a pile of blankets and fell asleep.

Meg had never known the world before the fall. Disease had struck down large populations across the Earth, with it came riots, droughts, earthquakes and tsunamis. Civilization had crumbled. Government was gone, law was no more, and it was everyone for themselves. Megs mother had died giving birth to her. No more medicine and doctors had led to an even higher death rate for mothers and infants. Her father had taken care of her, he wasn't a bad man or father he was just detached and distant. Meg often wondered if it was because he watched his wife die. It was pointless to wonder now.

Adam, Megs father, made sure to teach her what she needed to know to stay safe in this world. Stay inside at night, never seem to be alone, live off the land and stay away from others as much as you can. Those were the rules he drilled into her head. She was alive, so she assumed that the rules worked. He was dead, but that had been the boar's fault mostly not Adams.

Meg awoke dazed and in pain. She tried to flex her fingers but it was too much for her. She sighed and stood checking to see what time of day it was. The first rays of dawn were coming through the clouds. She stepped outside to see something had been trying to unbury her father last night. She couldn't blame the animal. She headed back in to see what there was to eat.

The house had quite a bit of food in it. Meg had managed to can 6 quarts of blackberries, and still had 5 of them left, she had 1 quart of raspberry jam left as well. There were 10 quarts of green beans, 3 quarts of diced tomatoes, 2 quarts of pickled cabbage, 4 quarts of pickles, 2 quarts of sliced carrots, and 7 quarts of roasted duck soup with potatoes and carrots in it. She was behind on her canning since taking care of her father, but since her winter stock was now only for one she believed she could manage to can enough food before the first real frost. 

With a knot in her stomach Meg doubted she would be able to eat and keep food down. She decided to go look at the small hidden garden she kept with her father. It was a bit of a walk and Meg wasn't sure if she would be able to pick anything with her hands, but she knew she had to keep going. She stuck her arm through a large wicker basket and headed out the door, she stopped to put on her fathers boots. They were too large for her but happened to be in better condition.

The walk to the garden took a good 20 minutes, Meg checked a few traps along the way finding a half eaten rabbit in one and another that had been snapped but was empty. The garden had been invaded by rabbits or gophers. The birds had been pecking at the corn, Meg put the basket down and readied herself for the pain as she took hold of an ear of corn. It hurt, more than hurt, but she had to make sure and salvage as much as she could. Starvation was not how she wanted to die. 

Her basket full of odds and ends, half eaten carrots, green beans that were wilted, half rotten lettuce, corn cobs that were pecked over by the birds, a few late to ripen tomatoes and some larger cucumbers that had somehow been picked over by the animals. Meg carried the basket on both her forearms, cradling her hands against her stomach. They were bleeding, but she was proud of her haul. She noticed the apple tree was dropping apples. There was no way to carry them home with the current haul so she would have to come back tomorrow.

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