Undertale, adalah sebuah game bergenre VRMMORPG yang sangat di gemari para gamers. Seorang pemain peringkat tinggi menerima kontrak dari developer game tersebut untuk membuat demonstrasi dari fungsi baru yang akan di luncurkan oleh developer game.

Sebagai pemimpin Guild Top Circle, Andika memiliki kewajiban untuk memimpin anggotanya untuk melaksanakan kontrak yang telah dia setujui dengan developer game.

Pada awalnya, semuanya berjalan dengan sempurna tanpa hambatan yang signifikan. Namun sebuah insiden yang tidak terduga terjadi ketika Andika akan menerima hadiah dari misi tersebut. Andika secara tiba-tiba dipindahkan ke dunia lain seorang diri, tanpa teman-temannya yang mengikutinya.

Reborn in the United States in 1995, with all the web novels he has read in his head.

Let's see how he uses online literature to skew America's bestseller rankings and become a popular cultural master like Stan Lee.

In the 20th century, what is the largest IP in Hollywood?

It's comics and web novels!

Netflix? It's nothing without online literature! Disney's CEO later claims.

rose spent  3 days continously working day and night which made her exausted she was so exausted that she could not even think properly her were swollen because of the overwork and her head constantly pains 
"uh !its time to go office again!" said rose while leaving the store 
"i just cant even walk properly!! i am having delusions uh! but whatever i wont loose hope!"
(at office )
rose sitting on her cabin completing the files and writing an article simultaneously suddenly the manager enters 
"sir you here ?"
"miss rose did you completed those files which mr ryan gave you?" 
"yeah i am going there to submit it to him!"
rose stood up and went to ryans cabin
as rose was about to knock ryan noticed her
"yes miss rose! enter no need to knock!"
rose was surprised by ryans reaction
rose proceeded to walk towards ryans and handled him the files
ryan turned the pages of files and was impressed
"woah! you literally completed all of them i wasnt expecting this! .....i am doubting that whether only you completed this or there was someone!"...
"no sir ! i completed this all by myself!" ("why is he acting like a teacher? who is suspicious of her students homework?")
"good! then take these files too!"
"what?? again ?"
"yeah! since you have completed it early!"
"uh !!" rose sighed "ok sir"
rose proceeded to walk out ryan said
"working in balka store and online article job and selling ice hmmmm seems interesting!"
"what ?" rose was shocked
"how did you know that were you spying on me?"
"thats not the point the point is you think you can repay me? by working on part time jobs that too for only 1 week and do you think they will give you salary in advance!!"
"that is none of your business mr ryan!"
"that is my business after all you are my employee!"
"but that does not mean you will spy on me boss!"
"oh come on! miss rose it would be better if you accept my offer cause working 1 week hard without sleep is obviously tough!"
"i dont need your suggestion mr ryan!"
"okay do what you want but remember if you couldn't repay i am waiting for you!!"
rose was digusted by ryans statement but she couldnt do anything better she proceeded to walk out of the room  .
("he is such an asshole weird guy but those things he said are true indeed... but i cant help i am already working hard!") 
(at night)
rose on the store
"u!h my eyes are hurting real bad but i cant do anything!!" 
rose notices a guy who was continuosly visiting the store since she joined
("isnt he the same guy again now i am suspicious of him why would he daily visit the store !")
as rose was noticing him her eyes met with that guy she felt something wrong with that guy.
("he is weird as he searching something whatever i cant say anything until he does any thing wrong!")
as rose completed writing her article that guy stood in front of rose and gave her the things 
as she calculated the amount that guy was creepily starring at her rose was hella nervous by that stare she didn't knew what to do she gave him the things with receipt as fast as possible the guy paid her the amount and then left then rose took a deep breath of relief ...
("woah! that guy was weird i didnt even know what he could have done to me the way he was starring made me so uncomfortable! seems like i have to be alert from now on by the way i have doubt on him i feel like is ryan is spying on me through him!! ...or i think i am over thinking now whatever i am very sleepy i guess i worked here for 4 days i guess i will ask the owner for salary in advance i dont even know whether will he give me or not .....but i should ask cause the week is coming to end and i havent collected any money guess i have to face ryan again! uh!")

"I thought that we would end up together , forever but that does not happen in real life right? you just exploited me made me miserable as a part of punishment but did you even asked me that DID I REALLY DID THAT? WAS I REALLY WRONG?  did you try to investigate? No! but now you have created a new me who is no more afraid of anything , who is emotionless and have only one target in my life to destroy......YOU!!! ........but deep down i know that the moment i destroy you i may destroy myself cause you already took everything from me? i don't  know why it's happening? you are cruel but why you are caring!! you hate me but why you are changing? why are you not hating me anymore ??.....are you still mine?"

Her hands hovered over the keyboard as she typed out the latest headline for the brand she was representing. Having represented tech companies and e-commerce sites online, Jiang Yue Yan was familiar with what would look best and result in the sale of more products. The new launch had stressed her out, with constant calls from the tech company and various reporters asking for invites to the conference. She had been previously told that only influential and limited reporters from renowned brands would be called in, so it was on her to reject the offers and ask for different methods she could promote the brand in different news outlets. As a PR manager, her job was highly stressful and it tested her nerves at every moment.
It had been six years since she had driven out her parents and the acute stress from that time had made her resilient to other pressure. She had finished her degree in English, gone on to do her masters in mass communication and specialized in public relations. She had not been the best of students, but she was passionate about what she wanted to do. While others ran behind the sum of money, she wanted to represent others and become the bridge of communication between the people and companies. It was a dream that had evolved over a long time. She had jumped jobs, her paycheck getting bigger, the pressure building further until she was in this part of the company, a team manager and spokesperson.
"Yue Yan, did you call the Times and fix an appointment with them?" her immediate boss, the director of public relations, Lu Wei Wei, asked from behind her. Her hands paused over the keyboard and she turned back to look at the source of the question.
As a twenty-five-year-old, she had been happy to work under the, then, thirty-eight-year-old manager. A newbie in the company wanted to please the woman she looked up to. And as they both got promoted and Jiang Yue Yan got Lu Wei Wei's position and she, in turn, advanced further, their relations became stronger.
"I called them. They want the headline prepared and sent for approval," she said calmly, giving a small smile. She had about ten minutes left to write the article and she still needed a couple more points to be added.
"Are you writing it?" Wei Wei asked. The other nodded and was about to go back to her work when she continued speaking. "Make the interns do such work. You are above these things."
Truly, she was not above writing articles for companies, it was one of her jobs to provide the media with accurate news that would look flattering for such high-profile clients. She couldn't let a random intern do the work and butcher the hard work she had put into the release.
"It's fine," she said, hoping her superior would let her off the hook. And this time the boss did move away, albeit with a frown on her face.
Her boss had been acting weirdly since she had come back from her maternity leave. It was a problematic situation for Yue Yan because she was the one with the most power after this woman and she had gotten the brunt of her anger.

[Warning: Mature Content] "In this lifetime and every other, I promise to only be loyal to you. Even if I have to crawl back from Hell, I will do so gladly." "Wow, you just broke all the cold CEO fantasies."

Like every romance novel, Yun Qian Meng faced the evil stepmother and negligent father. On top of that, she was arranged to marry a scum man who manipulated her, stole from her, and finally... killed her. 

When she woke up, she found herself back at the top of the world. It was all a dream, she told herself and moved on... until the scum fiancé made an appearance. 

Who was she? Yun Qian Meng. Twenty-five. Founder and CEO of a company worth billions of dollars. The world was at her feet. How dare this scum man think he was worth her?

'My fiancé wants to usurp my company? I'll bury him alive.'

'My father wants to marry me off for his gain? I'll find a husband he will never approve of.'

'Of course... He needs to meet my conditions first.'

Who would have known that her arch-nemesis, Mo Qingchen, would present himself in front of her as a potential suitor. 

'Lunatic! I wouldn't marry him even if he were the last man on Earth!' 

Ants surrounded Mo Qingchen. He was twice as powerful as her. Twice as wealthy. And the conditions he was offering were top notch. He'd lit the fire and she swarmed to him like a moth to a flame.

'Well, a contract marriage never hurt anyone.'

She was looking for financial and social gain but she ended up on a path to finding herself and things she never knew she wanted. 

The curtain rose. Shots were fired. The play began. The broken girl started her journey towards the woman she was destined to be. 

All the world's a stage. And a play is only entertaining when chaos ensues.

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Read my other works: 
1. Autopsy of a Mind - Complete
2. Alter Ego: His Sultry Lover - Complete 
3. The Story of Blood and Roses - Complete
4. Phoenix in the Moonlight - Hiatus

Note: This is an original story by me (SunScar9).

Story Discord: https://discord.gg/bG7YsaRRbs

Author Instagram: @sunscar9

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As everyone was discussing her superb power Kia Didn't felt anything about she just ignore them and directly spoke.
"If you dare to trouble me again I promise the consequence will be worth than a humiliation. Take you sidekick and get lost. You are not capable to even touch me." At this time Mila and others also came and seeing the crowd they curiously went to check it but this scene shocked them. Kia coldly faces her and warned her.
These words are the exactly that bitch had told her one year ago now it's her turn to pay back to her.
Then Mila (the ex-bestie) and her group left after Kia left her. Cara was fuming in anger, just how she becomes so powerful suddenly; she was a weakling than her. So she just assumes that it was maybe because of her distraction she can do that. She wasn't willing to admit that she was wrong. But who cares anyway. With Mila, the people with Clair and Mila also move away from there. They don't to interfere in this.
As she was fighting, those who wanted to have a try on her, were now scared and don't dare to annoy Kia. KIA and Lilly then happily ate their lunch and went to class, since they are in same class no they naturally sat together. After canteen incident no one dares to block their path now.
The class started after this small break now she doesn't get the looks like lust but still got the unhappy looks and envious looks.
Beautiful girls always get attention no one can deny that.
(But I'm not advertising beauty here and discrimination against black, I think black people has more good and bigger heart than white people)
.. Head teacher came and announced that there's going to be a monthly test at the end of this week. Everyone was too exhausted and didn't want to give exams but what to do there's nothing they can do for KIA, it's doesn't matter because she is already ahead in her studies there's no problems in giving small tests.
After she splits up with her friend Lilly after school. She got back to her Apartment.
Now she was thinking how to make money. She Search online for job and fortunately she got many, she saw a job for graph designing, editor, and others computer related things. She got many jobs and she was thinking about collection of money than eating honey.
She was already planning to involve in business so she doesn't had any problems with the article writing and translator job because she needed to know and for promotion of her company that she must be someone who has knowledge. After accepting jobs, she kept her phone aside and as class was going on. Soon she got notified of the acceptance in many things and jobs. Such as translate, editing and proofreading as well as article, as she was Searching for local permanent job too she got to know that a restaurant was hunting for part timers fortunately she got that chance to earn money too.
. And after freshen up she started doing her work she accepted. It wasn't her first time so it's easy to do the jobs. Her classes end at 2, she take 30 Min to clean herself up and arrange everything.
At 8 pm she completed her work and send back the work through email soon, she got the feedback and money in her account. She has accepted 5 to 8 jobs so she got total amount of 50,000 Rupees, although it's not much but it's sufficient, then she open another bank account she transferred 10,000 in that account, she has planned on trading and purchase some shares of low prices of big companies.
She again accepted many jobs. But she will do that work again tomorrow. After she study some for monthly test and soon she started feeling hungry she has ramen in her kitchen, so she had cooked them and eat them for mid-night snacks.
After completing her task of the day she retired to bed. Next day when she got up and she went for running. As she was running, a thief was running towards her. She just run towards him and suddenly she catch his hand and fold it hard punch his face multiple times resulting in the swelling of his face and broken nose.
The lady was thankful that someone helps her get her things. She came closer unable to catch her breath.
After she catch her breath. She thanked the Kia.
"Thanks, thank you so much "lady sincerely thanked her
"It's nothing" Kia said airily. She wasn't being arrogant and she just calmly replied.
"This Miss, may I know you name??" The lady asked normally.
"My name is ki Ara" she replied casually.
"Oh hello my name is Ella Jackson."
"Hello"
"You did a great help, this purse was having all the important things if it got stolen, I don't know what will do then. This is my card, if you need any help in future, please find me. I live in this area also."Ella thanked her and give her contact but kia doesn't change her phone because she can't give anyone her phone just like that.
"__"
Kia was speechless she doesn't know what to say. So she just exchange the name card with her but when she got to see the name card she was surprised, she's an owner of professional investment firm .Kia was thinking does by getting a hit her luck also got a changed, she felt like laughing on herself. She may be the only one who was feeling lucky after getting hit.
Lady was in hurry so she just said goodbye, continue with her work.
After running and training her for 1 hour she goes back to her apartment and fresh her up and get ready for school.
After coming to school she got on canteen for soy milk and bread. Today no one commented on her and day went by peacefully.
But a rumor started spreading that Kia is breaking apart the couple. Well she started laughing at such stupid people.

Today, Old Master Lu was very happy. It could be said that all his gloominess from before had been swept away. Initially, he had been terrified to have taken on such a horrible form. Although he had told everyone he was an ice-cream, he had known exactly what sort of creature he looked like in his heart.
Everyone in the surroundings had been mocking him, telling him to evolve into a pile of shit...or simply a bag of fertilizer.
Truthfully speaking, in this game that didn't allow one to delete their accounts regardless of what they evolved into, he wasn't able to accept it!
After spending his time in agony for two days, he finally gathered the courage and went to ask the instructor as to what he would evolve into. In the end, when he moved nearer to the instructor, the overlord next to her already pointed at him and cried out in alarm, "Feathers, a ball of feathers!"
At that moment, his heart turned cold!
But in the end, the instructor's next sentence was that he was a phoenix seed. Upon hearing that, he suddenly felt joy as though he just struck the lottery!
Until now, he was still feeling dizzy.
(I am an awesome phoenix?)
(Wahahaha, as expected...the heavens help those who help themselves!)
(Didn't I say that I've been attracting online traffic every day with my posts for the game. Even if I didn't get any credit for it, I did still work hard, right? How can the game bear to let me evolve into shit?)
He, who was still lost in excitement and happiness, suddenly received an email from the official game station.
"Dear player [My ancestor Old Master Lu didn't Cheat]. Hello, firstly, the game's backstage staff want to thank you for your selfless promotion of the game. Through the discussion of the work team, in order to thank you for your support, we gave you a special reward, granting you the bloodline of a hidden job. You should have already received it in game. But yesterday, the game's A.I. reported that all the elf players displayed immense dissatisfaction toward you possessing a hidden job. Hence, we hope that you could write another article regarding the strategy guide about the benefits of ordinary elf jobs to placate them. As for the information needed, we have already sent it to your email. In the future, the work team will give you remuneration according to the effects of your guide. We also hope that you can continue to support our game. Thank you!"
Signing off: Xiye Game Studio, sincerely wishing you well.
After receiving the email, Old Master Lu was stunned for some time. He then shouted in excitement, "As expected!!"
After that, he read through the content of the email many times, tears flowing down his face. As expected, his hard work wasn't wasted. The game studio truly had a conscience. His ancestor must be blessing him, allowing him to acquire a hidden job.
When he thought of this, he hurriedly replied to the email.
"Hello to every boss in the gaming studio. Firstly, I am really very honored to be able to receive the recognition of the official game station. Being able to write for such a wonderful game product, it's really my, Lu Xiaowei's, glory to be able to do so. The humble me appreciates and admires the efforts of the work team very much. Such an era-crossing game yet still choosing to treat the players so well. In addition, there are no moods to purchase anything in-game at all, resulting in the loss of a source of income for the gaming studio. I'm really very impressed by the work team's far-sighted strategy and will definitely do my very best to promote the game. I'll give all my meager strength to do so, and there's no need for your side to mention anything about remuneration. Lastly, I'm very thankful for the work team to grant me a hidden job. I wholeheartedly wish for [Star Ocean] to be popular, becoming a wondrous divine work that would never die off!"
Old Master Lu glanced at the email he wrote. After looking through a few times, he then carefully hit the reply button. He didn't expect his actions to be able to gain the notice of the official game station. This was truly a huge surprise. The excited him hurriedly tactfully declined the mention of remuneration.
He didn't care about this bit of remuneration. The cafes of his Lu Clan were extremely prosperous back in the time of his ancestor. Although the business had declined a lot when it came to his generation, he still wasn't thinking much for this bit of remuneration. Comparatively, he regarded the business value of this game much more highly.
Right now, the game showed no signs of earning any income by creating an in-game store. Since this was the case, this meant it was most probably planning to go for the gift card system, a one-time fee or a monthly fee system!
What did this represent?
This represented a huge business opportunity for the players.
As for charging a fee for in-game items, those p2w players wouldn't mind mindlessly throwing money at the game station. But then the space where top-quality players could perform would become very limited. If the balance of the in-game store was not that good, there was basically no space for normal players to perform. But if this game adopted the game style of [Titan], which implemented a one-time fee, things would be different!
Everyone would be on the same starting line. In that case, players who had spent a large amount of time and energy would have the advantage. This would also be fair as top-quality players had an even larger space to perform!
Originally, he felt that he no longer had an opportunity to make his ancestor's former glory to re-appear as he missed the starting phase of [Titan]. Yet, he didn't expect that he would encounter another divine work like [Star Ocean] in his robust years, and he even received such preferential treatment. This time around, if he couldn't succeed, he would truly have wasted the bloodline of his clan!
After all, his ancestor was a man who could go head-to-head with the number one mid-laner, FAKER, of the league of legends back then and boasted of a 50% win-rate against him. So, as his descendant, how could Old Master Lu's talent be weak?
When he thought of this, Old Master Lu grew increasingly emotional. He drew in a deep breath and opened up the information that the official game station had sent to him. He was preparing to use the information and write a good article. Maybe, they would then give him some good items in-game to reward him. This was a rare-to-come by backdoor chance; hence, he had to do this well.
Moreover, his hidden job was truly too ostentatious. Humans wouldn't worry about scarcity but uneven distribution. This hidden job of his would easily arouse jealousy in others. By writing this article well, he could lower the risks for himself.
Hence, he concentrated and read through the information. This read actually caused him to tremble. The system of this game was not ordinarily huge. If it wasn't because the game's performance in the early phase was so good, he even doubted if the game system could sustain balance when so many complex jobs were introduced. Just the elf race alone had so many jobs. There was even a note in the email saying that there would be even more races to choose from for new players in the future!
The more he thought about it, the higher the anticipation he felt in his heart for the game's later phase!
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On the other hand, Xiye felt a little ashamed when he saw Old Master Lu's reply which stated that he didn't want any remuneration. Using his subject's natural talent like this while giving him nothing, even scamming him that his evolution into a phoenix seed was something given by the 'game', was this idea a little too dirty?
Could he really be a black-hearted overlord?
(Mn...This is just a makeshift stratagem due to my temporarily poor finances. In the future, when this overlord struck it rich, I will definitely treat these honest and simple indigenous players kindly.)
"Ding! Hello, respected Overlord Xiye. The few high-grade jobseekers you booked have already confirmed their interview timings. Do you want to meet with them?"
This voice caused Xiye who was thinking of other things to awaken from his stupor. After that, he collected his thoughts. This should be the reply sent to him by the talent network. He hurriedly opened up the email.
He read through the content. It basically stated that the recommended high-grade instructors were willing to meet him for an interview. Xiye felt his heart shake with excitement when he saw this. He stood up and rubbed his hands. He then instructed the A.I. to help him monitor the elves' evolution. He then prepared himself and headed out for a long journey.
As long as all of these things were settled, his first batch of basic combat force would appear and his large-scale expansion plan could finally be started!


Player: I'm a worker whose monthly salary doesn’t even hit $5,000. My monthly rental already takes up half of my salary, I don’t have a girlfriend and is reprimanded by my superior every day. However, I feel very happy because there has been a new virtual game recently. In the game, I have a powerful bloodline. Not only do I have my own fleet, I even have a powerful overlord that granted me a colonized planet. Although I know this is fake, but inside there, I found the meaning of my life!
Actually...the overlord who gave him the planet really wanted to tell him that this game wasn’t fake. (You really have your own fleet and colonized planet…) but the overlord knew that he couldn’t say this. Because, once he said it, these subjects who thought of themselves as ‘players’, would definitely not be as terrifyingly hardworking as now!!


Rachel is trying her best to calm down. With closed eyes, she keeps on taking a lot of a deep breath and exhaling slowly. She is also closing and opening her hands. Rachel suddenly regrets leaving her pink stress ball in Iñigo's apartment last night.

After counting from one to ten inside her head, Rachel slowly opened her eyes and checked her phone again. Clicking a certain article, Rachel calmly reads the words posted on it. It was an article made by an anonymous blogger named CC once again. This time, that CC posted a full three-minute video together with his article.

'Giselle Tan confirmed as a sadist and a psycho'
There are five long paragraphs written under that title and a video. Rachel clicked the play button and watched the video again. Whoever got that video was obviously trying to be quiet while focusing his or her camera on the slightly opened door.

In just a few seconds, Giselle became visible on the screen. She was shouting loudly at her assistant for spilling a cup of bubble tea in her hand. The assistant defends herself by saying it was just an accident. But Giselle did not listen to her assistant's words. She kept on shouting at her assistant and a string of profanities came out of her mouth to insult the poor assistant. 

After cursing and insulting her assistant, Giselle barked an order to get her a tissue paper. After wiping the sticky drink on her hand, Giselle crumpled the tissue paper on her hand and threw it on her assistant's face. She also cursed the poor assistant one more time for being stupid and useless. The video ended when the assistant wiped her tears and Giselle's manager tried to console her and giving her gentle pats on her back. 

After watching that video again, Rachel scrolled up to read the article. The words written on it are full of mockery and hidden insults. The worst part of it, some of the insults are directly towards Rachel. 

'TheAnonymousCC: Good day, everyone. I am CC. Today, I just want to show you this video accidentally caught by a good friend of mine while working. 

As you all can see, there is a date and time when my friend caught that video. It was never edited and you can clearly see their faces as well as their voices. In short, this video is real. It is also a good opportunity to show everyone the real Giselle Tan behind the scenes and her glamorous photos posted online. 

Recently, my previous article about Rachel Tan and Giselle Tan gathered a lot of attention. There are photos of these two sisters playing around in the club, strip teasing, and lastly, bullying a civilian. Some people are saying that I only posted the photos before to slander and ruin the reputation of Rachel Tan and Giselle Tan. They even insist that I manipulated those photos or edited it even.
I even saw Rachel's interview telling the people to stop slandering and harassing her sister. But how can you expect us to do it if Giselle Tan is acting like a reincarnates little devil on Earth? Instead of telling us what to do, why don't you try fixing your sister's character first?

To all the people who read this article, I am not trying to convince all of you. Whether you believe me or not, it is now your choice.'

Rachel quickly noticed the sudden change in CC's way of writing his article. This time, it was more of a personal attack. He was not trying to be professional on his post this time. Still, it gathered a lot of attention, especially he is the same person who exposed those scandalous photos of Tan's sisters. 

— Oh. My. Goodness! What a bad person!

— Poor assistant. She already told Giselle that it was an accident though.
— And she dares to act as an innocent and kind lady? Oh please. What a plastic liar.

— Wow. Just wow. Who is she anyway? Are you a fucking goddess to treat other people like trash?

— Miss Little Trashy over there is definitely missing her hometown: The Garbage Dump!

— Now I am curious how Giselle passed her elementary days if she has such bad manners like that.

— Stop slandering my sister she said. Giselle is innocent she said. Lolololol Rachel are you really sure about your words?

— Poor assistant. She cannot do anything to protect herself from that little devil.

— I just noticed Giselle's outfit on that video. Look at her neck. She is wearing the limited edition pink necklace!

— To the commenter above, you are right! So that means it all happened during the photoshoot!

— Giselle is indeed a walking disaster.

— Oops. Someone needs to do anger management.

— Burn in hell, woman! Burn! 

— Woah. Insulting your assistant, berating her life, and throwing trash on her face just because she spilled a little bubble tea on your hand? Girl, you should vanish in an instant!

— And that delusional bitch wants to be an actress just like her sister? Ah, I think the fuck not bitch!

— I hope her assistant stopped working for that monster. She deserves better.

— Hmm... Am I just the one thinking that maybe Rachel is also the same with her little sister? I mean, they are sisters. They are sharing the same DNA.

— Then I will pity Rachel's fans for believing such a two-faced actress.

That post from the anonymous CC is slowly getting trending online. Those verified accounts that share and like the post is not helping her situation either. They are just making the post more popular on social media. In just a few minutes, the post has already thousands of shares, hundreds of likes and shares, and continuous comments from the netizens.

Some of them even repost CC's first article about her and Giselle who bullied an innocent civilian in front of a bar. There are also fake accounts that searched Rachel's interview regarding the said issue. Most of them turned it into GIFs and used them as internet memes. 

There are also people who pretended like a detective and analyze her past interview, CC's previous post, and Giselle's latest problem about that limited-edition necklace. They concluded that Giselle is not a saint just like what her 'fans' are talking about on the internet. The worst part of it, more anonymous people claimed that Giselle is just a spoiled brat who knows nothing but to flaunt her stepfather's money. 
They are also writing some information about Giselle's school activities such as cheating, paying her underlings to do her projects and assignments, and bullying her weak and poor classmates.
Rachel may look calm and collected, but the grip on her phone says otherwise. Her manager who is sitting next to her did not dare to speak a word. She is afraid that Rachel will lash out at her if she accidentally gets her attention. 

After forty-five minutes of suffering, Rachel's manager silently let out a sigh of relief when they finally arrived from Rachel's house. The actress opened the van and ignored those people who greeted her. She has a goal to achieve today. Rachel will surely beat Giselle until no one can recognize her ugly face. 

Marching towards her bitch sister, Rachel unceremoniously opened Giselle's door only to see it empty. Rachel scanned the whole room with fierce eyes. She walked towards the bathroom to see if Giselle is inside of it. Still, her stupid sister is nowhere to be found.

"Where is she?!" Rachel screamed. 

A newly hired maid who heard their young miss's voice rushed towards the room. She saw Rachel standing inside Giselle's room with an angry expression on her face. The maid gulped in fear before she answered her question.

"M-Miss..."

"Where is she?! Where is that bitch?!" Rachel screamed again.

"M-Miss Rachel, M-Miss Giselle..."

"Where is she, you stupid bitch!" 

"She is not here."

Fiercely turning her head, Rachel saw her mother standing outside the door in a calm manner. Sheryl told the maid to go back to her work before she closed the door and locked it from the inside. 

"Mom where is that—"

Rachel suddenly feels a stinging pain on her cheeks. It took a few seconds for Rachel to register how her head was slanted to the right. Her cheek is still stinging sharply.

"M-Mom?!"

"What? Are you also going to scream at me and spit profanities on my face?" Sheryl asked with a raised brow.
The aftershock of her mother's slap still throbbed against the right side of her face, the force making her eyes water.

"M-Mom, Giselle..."

"Before you start looking for your sister, why don't you try to cool down for a bit? Do you also want to be the next trending online because of your bitchy attitude, huh?"

Rachel lowered her head and holds her stinging cheek. Frustrated tears are starting to form in her eyes. But the actress refused to cry in front of her mother. To stop herself from crying, Rachel bit her lips hard and tightly closed her eyes.


Francheska Cruz already experienced being betrayed, backstabbed, and being hurt by the people she used to love and trusted. These experiences leave a deep scar in her heart. But when she leaves the country, she chooses to live her life in a different way. She promised in her heart that she will forget it and starts a new life.
 
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For Zhu Jisheng and his "Back to the Old Days," there wasn't much difference between the day and the night, since he never had customers. Well, not never—there were a few loyal customers, those young lads that liked new and fascinating things. They knew a little about everything, from Angkor Wat statues to Crete Island's cave drawings. They were quite knowledgeable and seemed to accidentally on purpose show off the fact that they had no lack of money.
But in actual fact, they never bought anything. Every time they came, they expressed undying love for all the weird objects around them and would say that their wallet was a little tight before they left. They would promise the heaven and earth that they would buy what they liked the next time they came and wanted him to reserve the items for them.
But the next time they came, they had completely forgotten about the promise and picked up other objects, nothing but praises on their tongues, taking nothing but photos. They posted all of them to their WeChat moments, most likely pretending that they were rich people that owned all of these things.
This was like the popular saying online—"The poor people know how to live." Even if they couldn't afford it, they knew the best!
He didn't really mind whether they bought things or not, since they always brought some laughter and conversation to the shop.
They had come today as well, and after a whole afternoon of frolicking, they had finally left with satisfied smiles.
The antique shop had become peaceful again.
He didn't usually speak much, and every time they came, he felt like he had used up his entire week's worth of words.
The sun was setting, the alley shrouded in a dull sunset and the tempting smell of the neighbors' dinner.
"It's time to eat."
He talked to himself, turning to the kitchen in the back to cook a small pot of noodles with his tiny pot. He cut up some minced meat in the meantime, beating up two eggs, and put down some daylily, black fungus, mushrooms, garlic, thickening the sauce after passing it through oil. Adding a few more ginger and spring onions after it's done and a sprinkle of sesame oil, a bowl of aromatic, and extremely authentic Lor Mee was done. 
It was pretty hot. He changed into a thinner shirt upstairs and came back down to enjoy the delicious bowl of noodles.
Every time he ate Lor Mee, his life back in the capital seemed to flash right before his eyes. He reminisced, but he didn't miss it, because he would never return to that life. Even the old city had been drowned by the business of modernization, so there was nothing much left to miss.
He ate slowly, enjoying one bite fully, chewing it to savor ever last drop of flavor before picking up the next bite of noodles.
Something moved behind the divide.
"Come out and play," he said. "The thing you're afraid of is gone."
A white Persian with black markings on its top, back, and tail came out carefully only after nervously checking out the surroundings. It walked out, its bright eyes scanning through the shop and making sure that there was nothing dangerous around.
Looking at it, he couldn't help but pity it and feel guilty for it.
They passed the harsh winter by escaping to the south, so he'd brought it back to Binhai City. The moment they arrived, it could feel the evil enveloping the city and had warned him against it. Maybe he should have just made the decision to leave this place back then instead of leaving it in so much fear for all these days.
"Come, you should eat too." He placed a small plate on the floor, beef as thin as cicada wings on it.
He cooked a very small amount of noodles, and it was soon gone even though he ate slowly.
He was only half full, but he had no plans to eat more and stood to clean up.
"Meow."
The Persian had finished its beef too, and it licked its lips and stared at him. It wasn't full either and wanted to eat more. 
"We don't have to be completely full. The elders have reminded us, 'Control our eating and we won't fall sick. Control our desires and we will live longer.'" He smiled. "I still want to live a few more years. You too, right?"
The Persian was persuaded, and it no longer begged for food, quietly leaping onto the table and lying down on it.
He washed up quickly, wiping his hands dry, and sat at the table. He picked up his phone to look through his unread messages. Even though he's old, that didn't mean he wasn't good with technology. He was amazing at accepting new things, and the many applications he had installed on his phone were a testament to that fact.
It was only after some time that he put down his phone, his face solemn.
There was an old newspaper on the table, and the headline was the article that he had written. Before publishing it, he had read it countless times, mulling over and editing the words to convey his points and tone correctly, but it still wasn't up to his standards.
"It still sounds really rushed. If we had more time, it would be a lot better, don't you think?" He sighed, picking up the newspaper and reading the article yet again.
This was a declaration of war, the first horn to signal the assault of the traditional world of literature against internet literature. Predictably, within a few days, they had all gradually posted their responses to it—some of them on traditional media, and some of them on Weibo and their own social medias, quickly trending the topic on several sites.
In these posts, most of them were clear about supporting him with a minority still sitting on the fence, saying words that were ambiguous and unclear—most likely feeling that it was inappropriate to not say anything, yet not wanting to offend anyone. There were some that seemed to reprimand both but still supported him in reality.
But there were also some articles that clearly stated their support for internet literature. He mostly didn't know these authors. They might've just been budding authors from these last few years. But their voices were weak and held no weight in the heirarchical literary world.
"It gets harder and harder to persist in your own dream. I can't believe I still landed myself in this pool at my age." He shook his head, the heaviness in his heart pressing on his chest.
He was too rushed in writing the article, and most of what he had written was his impression of internet literature from other people's words. He knew that he should at least finish reading the stories he was criticizing before writing it so that the article would be even more specific and guiltless.
But as well as eating slow, he read slowly, too. He liked to savor and feel every single word and sentence. But to finish reading the online novels with millions of words at this speed would be impossible. He had even brought up ten different internet novels in his article whose total word count was in the tens of millions.
Reading was just like eating. If you savored something slowly, it would last longer. If you consumed it quickly, you wouldn't know what it felt or tasted like.
To read and eat slowly—this was an old teaching that one could not disobey. 
Even though he had only read a little, he had clearly seen that internet novels were just empty meals, about as nutritious as a cup of instant noodles.
One had to study, one had to know etiquette, and one had to educate their kids.
The kids today would rather read online novels than read ancient texts and learn etiquette. They only consumed instant noodles as their go-to meals. As time passed by, they would definitely grow weaker and weaker due to their lack of nutrition. How could they do better for the country and themselves that way?
So he didn't think that he was wrong. He was just nervous about the fact that he had only read a little bit.
He looked outside again. The sky had completely darkened. The peak rush hour in the evening had ended, and the already-quiet alley had become even more deserted.
"Alright, it's time to close up shop and go to sleep." He put down the newspaper and stood.
To most of the city dwellers, it really was too early to go to sleep. Most people working were only starting on their dinners, and the students had just begun their homework. Many people's night lives had only just started.
"To rest when night falls, lock up the doors and check personally."
"To wake when day comes, clean up the house and keep it clean, inside and out."
To sleep when the night came and wake to study when the first streams of light came in—these were ancient teachings and his habit of many years. Unless more important things demanded his attention, he would never stray from it.
The Persian cat had been lying on the table taking a nap when he was reading the newspapers, but it seemed to suddenly detect something. Its ears twitched, and it stood up, eyes shining as it stared at the darkness past the window.
"What is it?"
He walked to the door and was about to close it before noticing its weird actions. His chest tightened. Could it be that the evil was coming back again?
There was a shadow moving on the opposite wall.
"Don't be nervous. They're just strays."
Under the light from the streetlights, he saw that it was just a few stray cats with differing fur coat patterns.
A scoff seemed to come from the wall. 
He scrunched up his brows. "Who? Who is there?"
Right then, the street lights suddenly went out. 
And just like a tsunami, the entire street and the alleys beside it were suddenly devoid of light—not just the streets, but the households too.
Something wasn't right. Streetlights were separately powered using solar power, so why would they go out at the same time?
Suddenly, a powerful hymn started on the edge of the wall. 
"Even if the soul is dead, the Qin is still around! The Zhu school of thought may be popular, but it's actually low in quality!"
"Hundreds of generations follow the Qin's rules. The 'Ten Critiques' is not a good article!"
His face instantly fell at that, his heart feeling as though someone had smashed it with a hammer. He stumbled backwards, his brain humming in shock.
"What… You dare say that the Zhu school of thought is…low in quality? Who are you? I dare you to come out here! You're just a lowlife hiding in the shadows!" he screamed at the darkness.
The voice in the shadows said, "Hiding? Then what are you? Hiding in the shadows and criticizing others? You're an expert in the Zhu school of thought. Have you never heard of Zhu Xi's saying, 'If you attack someone anonymously due to your hatred, you will be harming your descendants'?"
He could hear the threat in those words, and he could hear that the other was here for his article, "Ten Criticisms of Online Literature." But he had only told a very small group of friends where he lived, so how did they know?
"You don't have to threaten me. I have no qualms about my article. Online novels have no nutrition. I, Zhu Jisheng, will right the wrong!" He puffed out his chest, determined. Youths should be reading the classics of Confucianism, learning the teachings of legends, and striving to better the world, to serve the people!"
"Haha, you sure make it sound nice." The voice in the dark fell. "You are just pained that traditional literature is getting less and less prized, while internet literature is getting more and more popular. You don't like what the world likes—Who are you to criticize it?"
Just as his anger was about to burst out of his chest, just as his retort was about to spill from his lips, that voice started again.
"Oh, you don't have to answer."
He was stunned. Didn't have to answer what?
That voice was cold, just like the bone-chilling breeze of winter. "I know who you are! You're just a nobody!"
Even though it was just a normal word, Zhu Jisheng's heart thumped harshly, his entire chest hurting.
His pupils dilated, his sweat pouring out like rain. The most painful memory he had from tens of years ago was painfully yanked to the forefront again, pressing onto him like a Boeing 707, threatening to crush him into dust anytime.
He felt as though his body had been dunked in a pond in the peak of winter.
He thought he had long since forgotten that memory, but it had always just been repressed in the deepest recesses of his heart. If any part of it were to see the light of day, it would crush all of his dignity and glory.
"Meow!"
The one simple word didn't just cause him huge trauma. Even his Persian was trembling in fear in the corner, glaring out the window in shock. Even when facing the scariest of evils, it had never been this afraid.
"Seeing that you aren't too bad at your core, I won't press you too much. But you'd better be more careful and read internet literature without your prejudice. Don't step into the same mistakes as your ancestors did! Don't only think of tradition. Otherwise, the next time we meet, the Zhu school of thought will end with you!"
The voice in the dark went silent after finishing this sentence.
It was only after some time had passed that the streetlights lit up again and electricity returned to the neighborrhood.
There was no one by the walls. All he saw was a few strays sauntering away with a flick of their tails.
He couldn't support his weak body anymore. His shivering legs gave way, and he ended up with his butt on the floor, his t-shirt soaked with sweat, gasping desperately for air.
"Hey, old man, are you alright?"
After the electricity came back, a neighbor walked past, glancing over by chance and noticing the usually calm and composed old man lying on the floor with his face as white as a sheet. He came in after slight hesitation and didn't dare touch him. "Do you want me to call you an ambulance?" he asked, worried.
"No… It's okay…"
He waved his hands weakly. "I… I just tripped after the sudden blackout."
"Really?" The neighbour observed him. He didn't look like he'd just fallen, but it was the truth that there had been a blackout.
"Really, please, don't bother with me. I'm alright. I'll be better after some rest." He forced a smile.
Seeing that some color had returned to his face, the neighbor nodded, nagging some more. "If you feel unwell, call an ambulance. Don't be stubborn! If you're done resting, get up from the floor. It's too cold here."
"I got it. Thank you."
The neighbor walked out of the door, looking back occasionally to check up on him, when the voice behind him suddenly called, "Mister, right before you came in, did you hear anyone speaking?"
The neighbor pointed at him. "I only heard you talking to yourself in the shop. I was puzzled, so I came over to take a look and saw you lying on the floor."
He seemed to understand something and asked, "Mister, you only heard me speaking?"
The neighbor nodded, chuckling. "That… Don't call me 'Mister.' It sounds weird."
"Alright, I got it… Oh, right, I have another question. Sir… Do you read online novels?" he asked.
"Occasionally, but I read the pirated versions." The neighbor chuckled. "I'll be going now."
Peace returned to the shop.
He looked at the streetlight in the alley, laughing at himself. "The world's so huge, but where can we hide from strays?"


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