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.


I quit stripping sometime in May. What would follow is what I call my "year of solitude," because that's essentially what it was. I had no job, and a full summer to think about the classes that I had failed. I had no idea what to do with myself. I looked for different library jobs, but only half-heartedly. I was afraid of the question that comes up on all employment applications, "Why did you leave your previous position?" "Well, you see, I was a stripper, and it was quite stressful, and made my brain think funny things, because of anxiety, so I quit, because I wasn't thinking properly, now here I am!" I also couldn't say, "Well, I just quit for no damn reason at all, because that's what it looks like." Plus, it was a dry season for library jobs. I received a steady stream of rejection notices, and I became more desperate to find a job, any job. 
Several months later, I tried re-applying for my old position at Garland. I even emailed my supervisor, explaining that I had been suffering from depression and going through several "personal issues." I tried to convey what I had learned, without being too specific, and essentially begged for a chance at my old job. But as many times as I applied for my old position, I nevertheless received rejection after rejection. That was one of the things that hurt the worst, one of the most painful thorns. I had made a mistake, and it seemed like I couldn't make it right. I had messed up so badly that the library wouldn't take me back, like a spurned lover. I tried not to worry, but to someone with anxiety, that's like trying not to sweat in front of a fireplace. 
It felt like I had been going 100 miles an hour, trying to keep all the spinning plates in the air, and when I suddenly cut out everything: no more library, no more stripping, no job, nothing, it still felt like I was going one hundred miles an hour, just in circles. 
Being unemployed is difficult, I've come to realize, because there is no impetus to get up in the morning; you have to make it for yourself. There's no job keeping you to a schedule, so instead of time being put to productive use, it just seeps out into the ground. I felt like a balloon drifting steadily up into space, where I was disconnected from everywhere. I wasn't tethered to anything. 
After so many days of being so very public, so very seen, that I withdrew totally. I hardly saw my friends, and when I went to see my family (except for perhaps my siblings), I felt it out of a sense of duty than anything else. I wanted to be alone. I honestly like being alone. I have always been introverted, content with silence, or music, or the voices of characters from books. 
But this was more than introversion; I was in a full-blown retreat. There were some days where I didn't leave the apartment at all, except to take the dog outside, and some weeks when I would go three or four days without using my car. 
Thankfully, one of my professors offered me a position as a Graduate Assistant. Since the library science program is completely online, this meant that the position, too, was online. I would help answer student questions, double-check that each citation was correct, and go to meetings once a week in Denton. It was supposed to be 20 hours per week, but the work I did clearly did not add up to twenty hours. The ironic thing is that I felt absurdly guilty over receiving money that I had not earned. I knew that the work I did amounted to five hours, ten hours at the very most, and I felt more guilty over getting a paycheck that I didn't earn than I had over getting four hundred dollars for a "date." And because it was an online position, I still didn't need to leave the apartment. 
Ironically, I thought that I had failed my classes when I was stripping because I didn't have enough time. I thought, if I just had more time, then I would be able to pass. But then, when I quit everything, I had more time on my hands than I knew what to do with. I started creating projects for myself, hobbies that should have stayed hobbies but became obsessions. I thought that because I had so much time, I needed to use every second of it and do things while unemployed that I would never be able to do otherwise. I tried writing novels; did tons of "background research" but never actually wrote a word. I made hundreds of candles and tried to sell them online. I tried looking for jobs in different states, because I wanted to be anywhere but there. I focused on so much else that I forgot to focus on arguably the most important thing: school. 
So I failed another class, and this one took me by surprise. I thought that I had done all the work for the final project, had completed all the requirements, but my professor told me that I had failed to write the weekly discussion posts.  Sure enough, when I went back to look at the assignments I had turned in, I realized I had turned in less than half. I wasn't stupid or lazy; just unfocused. Just untethered. I was angry and humiliated at myself. I banged my head against the wall, called myself stupid, shouted at myself that I would lose my student aid because of my fuckery, scratched my skin, until I drew blood. There were some rough, ugly nights. 
By the end of the semester, it was May again. A full year of loneliness, of solitude, of shame, disgust, not eating, and anxiety about money had gone by. At one point, my back account read "--$367" and I was so miserable that I couldn't even be bothered to be terrified. I just knew that something had to be done. 




Ariel Slick writes original fiction including short stories, novels, and memoirs to spread the joy of imagination and creativity. She also helps clients achieve their fiction writing goals with her ghostwriting skills on Upwork.com and Guru.com. Although she has  worked as a freelancer for three years, she has been dedicated to the craft all her life. Her fiction focuses on themes of love, justice, and magic, and her most popular works include romance and fantasy romance. 

Everyone loves to watch a slow-moving train wreck. That’s what happens when Ariel, librarian, book lover, and full-time geek, decides to work as an exotic dancer. When she loses her job as a bank teller, she needs a way to earn some extra cash--and fast. Driven by curiosity--just how hard could this stripping thing be?--she decides to sign up at a local club. There’s just one thing: she doesn’t tell her boyfriend about it.

Diving into the world of exotic dancing, she has to navigate the murky moral waters of taking off her clothes for money. From wild champagne parties to private shows with high-rolling customers, she will start raking in the money...until the cost becomes too high. 


    Nuansa is on her way home right now. She keeps thinking about what's the best way to tell Reynand that she's rejecting the man. 
On the way, Nuansa met her old friend, her friend from elementary school named Fani.
"Nuansa!" exclaimed Fani.
"Fani?" said Nuansa, she looked incredulous at the figure she saw. The two of them then hugged.
"Where have you been? I've been looking for you everywhere," said Nuansa.
"I'm currently studying outside J City. Incidentally, because these days are holidays, I can go home and have to come back the day after tomorrow. How about you?" asked Fani.
"Mmm, you see it for yourself, I'm still the same."
Fani then feels bad. "Do you want to come with me to buy a milkshake? I'll get one for you too."
"Milkshake?"
"Sshh, don't ask too many questions. Come on."
The two of them then approached a beverage outlet located not far from the police station where Reynand works.
"So, how are your sales results? Looks like it has increased a lot," asked Fani while enjoying her milkshake.
"Um, it only happened today. Everything is still the same as before."
"What about your parents? How's them?"
"Fani, can we not talk about this? I mean, I know you mean well, but, I don't want you to feel sorry for it or anything. Let's just talk about jobs, do you know a good job opening for me?"
"All right, I understand. Jobs? Nowadays is the age of the internet, why don't you just look for job vacancies on the internet?"
"Like what?"
"Selling your cassava chips in the online shop, making video content. I don't know, both of them are really good for you, I guess. You can focus on cassava making content if you want to make videos."
"What if I don't make it? Like, what if I lose profit?"
"Hahaha, the risk of loss for selling online is close to zero percent. As long as you have a smartphone and wi-fi or mobile data, you can be very successful."
"Smartphone?"
"Yes," said Fani, nodding and smiling.
"No other choice but a smartphone?"
"Why?"
"I ... don't have it, hehe."
"Hmm, I think there's still another way, like, maybe ... you can go to an internet cafe, for example. But, I'm not sure if an online shop can run smoothly via a computer, I mean, it better with a smartphone than with a computer."
"So this is the end, it seems my destiny is to become a seller of cassava chips."
"You can write online and earn a commission if you like writing of course."
"That's interesting, but unfortunately I don't have the talent to write at all."
They then fell silent. Fani then looked at Nuansa with a smile.
"It's okay, I'm sure there are other ways," said Fani.
"Forget it. Thanks for the milkshake, this is delicious. Go home, you must be wanted by your parents," said Nuansa.
"Wait a minute." Fani then entered the outlet, and approached a middle-age woman who sat on the cashier's chair, it seems that this woman is the owner of this beverage outlet.
"Maam, are there any vacancies here?" asked Fani.
"No," replied the middle-aged woman briefly. From a distance, Nuansa chuckled, Fani returned to his chair.
"Never mind, I said forget it," said Nuansa.
"Eh, how about you?" continued Nuansa.
"What?" asked Fani.
"Is there a guy who likes you?"
"Why did you suddenly ask that? Have you been proposed or something?"
"Hmmm, yes."
"Uuuh, who is that lucky guy?"
"I still haven't given my answer, because ... Hey! I'm asking you! Why did you ask back before answering?"
"Hehehe, actually I'm engaged."
"Eh?!" Nuansa suddenly checked Fani's ring finger. She found a ring on Fani's right ring finger.
"Do I know your fiancé? Is he's our friend from school?"
"Ehehe, no. He's my college friend."
"Tell me, how did it feel to be engaged? It must be very wonderful and fun, right?"
Fani then smiled and blinked her eyes. "Yes. And it can only be felt, not told. But, wait! I have an idea! I have an idea!"
"Huh? What?"
"You're a hired girlfriend!"
"Girlfriend? Hired?"
"Yes, just a moment, I'll open the site." Fani then opened her smartphone and opened a website that allows users to hire a hired girlfriend/boyfriend.
"Well, here. Here, you can register to become a hired girlfriend. Fill in your complete bio, then enter the rate, and just wait for the tenant to come to hire you as their fake girlfriend," said Fani.
"But, isn't this job have a high risk? You know what I mean."
"No, this site is one hundred percent safe, this site has offices in every province in Indonesia. The tenant must also fill in their data correctly and genuinely because someone from this site's office will come over them later to ensure that they're a good person when they hired a hired girlfriend or boyfriend. So the hired one will be fine."
"The site's party is really going to come over the tenant?"
"Of course, until now there have been no incidents of harassment or anything because of this site. I guarantee it, this site is very safe."
"Hmmm, okay, can you sign me up?"
"Ok, I'll fill in your data first."
Fani then focused on her smartphone and filled in Nuansa's personal data to registering her on that site.
"How much do you want to charge?" asked Fani.
"How much does the average person charge?" Nuansa asking back.
"Various, uncertain."
Nuansa then silently to think about it.
"Just charge fifty times cheaper than the cheapest that you ever see," said Nuansa. Fani was suddenly surprised by Nuansa's suggestion.
"Are you kidding me?"
"No, this is my business strategy, you'll understand later."
Fani thought for a moment. "Ah ... Alright, you are smart."
"In this way, there will be many who wants you, so tomorrow you can get a tenant. Tomorrow, meet me again here, we'll see which man you choose," continued Fani.
"So, I don't need to go to the internet cafe anymore?" asked Nuansa.
"At first I thought you were going to charge at an expensive price, but with this strategy, in just a few hours you will have got a lot of potential tenants."
"Very well. Thanks for everything."
"You're welcome, glad to be able to help my old friend."
Nuansa then chuckled. "I'll go home first."
"See you tomorrow!" exclaimed Fani, Nuansa only smiled.
***
Arriving home, Nuansa was greeted by her mom who looked worried about her. Maybe because Nuansa never came home too late like this, so her mom is worried.
"Nuansa, where are you been?" asked Durah, Nuansa's mom.
"I got a new job, mom!" said Nuansa while hugging her mom with joy.
"Huh?" Durah looked confused and sighed because of Nuansa's hug.
"I'm going to be a hired girlfriend!"
"Hired girlfriend?! No! No! I won't let you!"
"Mom, listen to me first." Nuansa then explains everything in detail. Durah then considered her decision.
"How? You'll let me, right?" asked Nuansa after explaining everything.
"Sounds good, but ... How about our cassava chip business?" said Durah.
"I'll ask for a daily wage, so mom and dad don't need to make the cassava chips anymore"
"You guarantee it? I mean, is this job can be our hope?"
"Of course! I guarantee it one hundred percent!"
"Hmm, all right, I'm letting you."
"Mwah! Mwah! Thank you, mom! I'm sure that this work will change our lives! By the way, our cassava chips are sold out today," said Nuansa while kissing Durah's cheeks. Durah looks happy when she finds out that her cassava chips are sold out today.
"What's happening? Why are you guys so loud?" asked Arfan, Nuansa's father, who came out of their house because he heard the voice of his wife and his daughter who sounded very happy. Nuansa and Durah then smiled at the question.

Do you need a hired girlfriend service at the cheapest rate? 

That's Nuansa, a 21-year-old girl who's a seller of cassava chips.

One day, she decided to be a hired girlfriend to earn more income, but an unexpected thing happened: her client is the most perverted person in the world. 

No. In the whole universe!

"Ok, can I ask you now?" said Neptunus.

"You can ask me whatever you want," Nuansa replied.

"But, you must answer it because I'll only ask you one question."

"Of course, I will answer you."

Neptunus then brought his face closer to Nuansa's face and stared at her intently. This, of course, made Nuansa's heart beat faster and faster.

"What is your bra size?" Neptunus asked. 

"...huh???"

Having already signed the contract, could Nuansa stay as Neptunus's hired girlfriend for one month according to the agreement in their contract?.

Could her heart sways by the client hiding a bitterness of his life and a mystery behind his annoying attitude?.

***

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As Alex turned towards the huge enraged man, he could see a prompt.
[2 minutes]
'Ah shit. Only 2 minutes? I'll need to be quick to defeat this guy. If not, I'll just be dead meat.'
Alex said as he ran head on towards the man. He could guess that his current strength was similar to the man's. But this main reason to attack now was as this might be his only chance at defeating him.
Alex had a plan.
He rushed to the man's head one; the man did the same.
*BOOM!*
The two punched, hitting each other's fists.
Both were blown back by the force, but Alex managed to get up as soon as he fell.
"ARG!!!!!!" The man screamed in pain. It seemed like they fell on his back, which caused the dagger to sink in deeper into his back, hurting him even more.
Alex knew that this was the perfect moment, one quick attack to the man's jaw and he would be unconscious.
"Let's end this here!" Alex roared as he once again ran straight towards the man.
The controlled man couldn't move, his legs were shaking, blood drenched his body. He could do nothing but await his fate.
*Bang!*
A swift kick to the jaw.
It was clean and precise, the enhances speed and strength by the Might was just amazing.
'Is he unconscious?' Alex said as he watched the man's body slide across the ground by the force of his kick.
Alex quickly hurried to the body. He needed to take his dagger as well as check if the man was unconscious or not.
[Player out of combat]
'After hearing these words, Alex felt relieved. He knew that this meant the man was unable to fight him anymore.'
Alex walked to the man's body, a small dagger had penetrated the man's back very deep. It was close to the spinal cord, which meant that some important arteries and veins were cut. If the man didn't get help soon, he would die from bleeding.
'It looks like I can't take my knife out, it's the only thing preventing him from bleeding even more.' Alex said as he looked at the dagger. But as soon as Alex saw blood, another thought came into his mind.
'Wait, the girl!' Alex quickly ran towards the girl and checked her pulse.
*BOOM!* but before he could, the doors behind him flew by sheer force. Someone had forcefully opened it.
"Alex! Are you okay?" A familiar voice entered Alex's
[EXP gained]
Alex ignore the prompt of him gaining expansion, looked towards the source of the sound. As soon as the doors opened, a woman ran inside, a gun in her hands.
"I'm fine. This person seemed to be under some influence or mind control. At first he sounded human but then he started to say things like, 'I'll kill you human!' or 'Foolish human'… He didn't speak like he was a human himself. But it doesn't matter, you can question him yourself. I didn't kill him, I just hurt him. A lot." Alex answered to Hana. He then looked towards the girl and said, "Save this girl first! Her pulse felt so weak, and she has lost a lot of blood…"
Hana shook her head, "You might have already guessed, but this was a test, just gone completely wrong… We don't know what happened so you will be questioned. I can't do anything about that. I will do the questioning myself so you don't need to be worried about harsh treatment. For now, just follow me." Hana looked towards Alex with a serious expression.
Alex nodded, but then looked towards the man, more specifically the dagger in his back. "My weapon is lodged into the man's back. I didn't remove it as it could cause more damage and might have been the fatal blow and killed him. Will I get it back?" Alex had no other weapon, plus the skill he acquired from the reapers required him to have their Dagger. He didn't want to lose it.
Hana looked towards Alex with a hint of surprise, "I'm surprised that you defeated Rhino. If you have that much power, that means you could be useful to us. So we will give you your weapon back, don't worry. But it might be examined before. I don't know. My mind is just currently filled with many, many questions. All of them are about you, Alex. This situation is very confusing." Hana said as she waited for Alex.
"Now, hurry up. The soldiers will clean up the place and keep Rhino locked up. He will then be interrogated, but you don't need to know all the details."
Hana looked outside and said in a louder voice, " It's clear. Rhino has been dealt with, no casualties. Suspicion of Reapers being involved in this. I will take Alex_01 for questioning on what happened."
Alex looked outside and was surprised to see a lot of military outside, standing ready. Hana seemed to have a lot of influence over them.
"MAAM! I disagree." Another familiar voice yelled.
"Captain, I know you well enough by now. But do remember that I am your superior as well as the head of investigation. I have all the rights to call the shots here. Last time you did the same by trying to refute my words on taking this one to the facility myself. I ignored it. But this time, I will remember your actions. Speaking of remembering things, Do you remember my powers after I awakened? Or is your refutal for another reason?" Hana replied in a stern and angry tone. She seemed to dislike how the man spoke to her.
"Uh. No ma'am! I apologise for doubting Maam's powers. This will not happen again." The man quickly apologised by bowing down. Alex was just surprised to see his actions. He was even more surprised by Hana's words. 'What is her power? I don't even know yet… To be someone who is in charge of investigations… she must some special powers…' Alex said to himself as he looked towards the woman's back.
"Go and do your jobs. Call in more medics as well. Rhino is hurt." Hana said in an annoyed tone as she walked outside. Alex quietly followed behind.
As Alex followed, he could see that the facility was under some kind of lockdown. The windows were covered, blocked by iron curtains. Letting no light enter or escape. There were helicopters in the air. Military personnel with weapons had their aim on Alex the entire time he followed Hana.
'It seems like they still don't trust me. The only reason they didn't use force on me must be because I'm with Hana.' Alex took a deep breath of relief. He couldn't imagine how the military would have taken him if Hana wasn't there, especially after he saw how the captain was still glaring at him.
'What did I do to him anyway?' Alex questioned by the captain disliked him so much. It seemed dumb that he would just glare at him like Alex was some type of criminal.
"Don't worry about him. That damn captain is only acting like that because of the past. He can't seem to let go of what happened. It's partially my fault that your getting glared at like that, but It's okay. If you were able to take down Rhino, you will be important to us. I will explain more than we travel to the questioning faculty. But once we enter there, you will be the one that will do the explaining, not me so be completely truthful, I have my ways to know lies." Hana opened the door of the car and smiled towards Alex.
It was the first time Alex saw Hana smile that way. He could help but replay the memory of her smiling in his mind. 'How can a woman be this beautiful?'
"Are you going to enter the car or just continue staring at me?" Hana said as he pointed to a seat.
Alex laughed awkwardly and quickly entered the car.
Hana just shook her head and entered the car after Alex, "Men will always be like that."
Alex just smiled and waited.
"Okay, I guess you already had a hunch that it was a test, right?" Hana asked.
"Uh, I did guess that it was a test. Everything seemed too conveniently placed. How could people not think that it was a test?" Alex said as he remembered the situation. It was all too perfect: Dark lights, a heavily injured person and a big bad guy.
Hana nodded, "It was indeed a test, a cliche one, but cliches are used for a reason. They work."
Alex agreed with Hana, cliches work.
"But if it was a test, then why do you need to question me on what happened. Weren't you all watching on video? It would be dumb to make the test but not have anyway to watch the test while it goes on, right?" Alex asked Hana.
"You are correct. We did have cameras hidden all over the room, but all of them were jammed. As soon as we found out, we tried to open the doors to find out what happened, but everything was locked. We could have come to save you as soon as we realised something was off, but it seems like you didn't need it."
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I've tried writing my 750 words a day on Livejournal, Wordpress, PBWorks, Tumblr, and all of these other sites designed around putting content online. It hasn't worked for me. I fear that I might accidentally forget to mark daily pages as private. And it's just weird having my private brain dumps out on various sites that are designed to be more social. I don't need to title my entries, or tag them, or enable comments, or any of that other stuff. This is writing, and it's online, but it's not blogging, or Twittering, or Facebook status updating. This is between you and you.
★ 3 Pages = 750 words
I looked this up. 250 words per page is considered to be the standard accepted number of words per page. So, three standard pages are about 750 words. Of course if 750words.com hadn't been available, I would've totally found a way to prove that 249 words per page was the accepted standard. It really just comes down to the fact that this amount of writing feels about right. You can't just fart out 3 pages without running into your subconscious a little bit... 750 words takes a bit of effort, and it never fails to get me typing thin
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I've used the exercise as a great way to think out loud without having to worry about half-formed ideas, random tangents, private stuff, and all the other things in our heads that we often filter out before ever voicing them or writing about them. It's a daily brain dump. Over time, I've found that it's also very helpful as a tool to get thoughts going that have become stuck, or to help get to the bottom of a rotten mood.
750 Words is the online, future-ified, fun-ified translation of this exercise. Here's how it works:
★ All online and private
In the past, looking for a spare notebook was probably easier than looking for a computer. Not anymore. I don't know if my hands even work anymore with pen and paper for any task that takes longer than signing a check or credit card receipt.
★ It's not blogging or status updating
I've tried writing my 750 words a day on Livejournal, Wordpress, PBWorks, Tumblr, and all of these other sites designed around putting content online. It hasn't worked for me. I fear that I might accidentally forget to mark daily pages as private. And it's just weird having my private brain dumps out on various sites that are designed to be more social. I don't need to title my entries, or tag them, or enable comments, or any of that other stuff. This is writing, and it's online, but it's not blogging, or Twittering, or Facebook status updating. This is between you and you.
★ 3 Pages = 750 words
I looked this up. 250 words per page is considered to be the standard accepted number of words per page. So, three standard pages are about 750 words. Of course if 750words.com hadn't been available, I would've totally found a way to prove that 249 words per page was the accepted standard. It really just comes down to the fact that this amount of writing feels about right. You can't just fart out 3 pages without running into your subconscious a little bit... 750 words takes a bit of effort, and it never fails to get me typing things that I have wanted to articulate without realizing it. And that's the point.
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Every month you get a clean slate. If you write anything at all, you get 1 point. If you write 750 words or more, you get 2 points. If you write two, three or more days in a row, you get even more points. It's fun to try to stay on streaks and the points are a way to play around with that. You can also see how others are doing points-wise if you're at all competitive that way. How I see it, points can motivate early on, and eventually the joy of writing will kick in and you'll be writing without any external motivation at all.

Every month you get a clean slate. If you write anything at all, you get 1 point. If you write 750 words or more, you get 2 points. If you write two, three or more days in a row, you get even more points. It's fun to try to stay on streaks and the points are a way to play around with that. You can also see how others are doing points-wise if you're at all competitive that way. How I see it, points can motivate early on, and eventually the joy of writing will kick in and you'll be writing without any external motivation at all.
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★ What is this site about?
It's about learning a new habit: Writing. Every. Day.
I've long been inspired by an idea I first learned about in The Artist's Way called morning pages. Morning pages are three pages of writing done every day, typically encouraged to be in "long hand", typically done in the morning, that can be about anything and everything that comes into your head. It's about getting it all out of your head, and is not supposed to be edited or censored in any way. The idea is that if you can get in the habit of writing three pages a day, that it will help clear your mind and get the ideas flowing for the rest of the day. Unlike many of the other exercises in that book, I found that this one actually worked and was really really useful.
I've used the exercise as a great way to think out loud without having to worry about half-formed ideas, random tangents, private stuff, and all the other things in our heads that we often filter out before ever voicing them or writing about them. It's a daily brain dump. Over time, I've found that it's also very helpful as a tool to get thoughts going that have become stuck, or to help get to the bottom of a rotten mood.
750 Words is the online, future-ified, fun-ified translation of this exercise. Here's how it works:
★ All online and private
In the past, looking for a spare notebook was probably easier than looking for a computer. Not anymore. I don't know if my hands even work anymore with pen and paper for any task that takes longer than signing a check or credit card receipt.
★ It's not blogging or status updating
I've tried writing my 750 words a day on Livejournal, Wordpress, PBWorks, Tumblr, and all of these other sites designed around putting content online. It hasn't worked for me. I fear that I might accidentally forget to mark daily pages as private. And it's just weird having my private brain dumps out on various sites that are designed to be more social. I don't need to title my entries, or tag them, or enable comments, or any of that other stuff. This is writing, and it's online, but it's not blogging, or Twittering, or Facebook status updating. This is between you and you.
★ 3 Pages = 750 words
I looked this up. 250 words per page is considered to be the standard accepted number of words per page. So, three standard pages are about 750 words. Of course if 750words.com hadn't been available, I would've totally found a way to prove that 249 words per page was the accepted standard. It really just comes down to the fact that this amount of writing feels about right. You can't just fart out 3 pages without running into your subconscious a little bit... 750 words takes a bit of effort, and it never fails to get me typing things that I have wanted to articulate without realizing it. And that's the point.
Because 750 words is nothing to sneeze at, it's also nice to have an easy way to know how many words you have to go. This site of course tracks your word count at all times and lets you know when you've passed the blessed 750 mark. And it gives you a nice big screen to write on, automatically scrolls as you write (like a typewriter), and automatically saves your writing as you go.
★ It's fun
Every month you get a clean slate. If you write anything at all, you get 1 point. If you write 750 words or more, you get 2 points. If you write two, three or more days in a row, you get even more points. It's fun to try to stay on streaks and the points are a way to play around with that. You can also see how others are doing points-wise if you're at all competitive that way. How I see it, points can motivate early on, and eventually the joy of writing will kick in and you'll be writing without any external motivation at all.

Alex, a 20-year-old guy was a born loser.
In a world filled with superheroes, he had to live a horrible life. But this all changed when he was approached for an opportunity, something too good to deny.
A simple and easy scouting mission. After it was done, they would give him a huge reward. But the mission wasn't what Alex expected, it was a blur and the next thing he knew, there was a voice in his head, [Does player Alex want to continue?]





LINK FOR MY DISCORD : https://discord.gg/mNfHWC2

Henry finally decided what car he will buy. It was Chevrolet Chevelle SS 454 black color, and it's cost just for $30,000. Henry choose this car as mainly it looks quite good but not attract attention as this car is fairly common at this time as even his father has one.
After decided, Henry then goes to Chevrolet dealer to buy the car. After 2 hours of the various document and stuff, Henry finally gets the car. Henry then circles Palo Alto as his home is near the famous Silicon Valley.
Henry feels quite fortunate as his home near Silicon Valley, to get there you just need 10 min drive. This will save trouble later if he wants to recruit talent here.
Henry circle Palo Alto and the Silicon Valley for 2 hours to familiarize as in the future he will have a lot of activities here. Henry deciding to stop as now is time for lunch and drove to a nearby restaurant.
Henry sits in the windows side as that is his favorite spot. Henry then orders a steak and a juice to fill his stomach. The restaurant quite crowded as this is a time for lunch. At this time Henry then spotted someone familiar, but he not quite sure.
That person then approached Henry as all the seat are full and just Henry opposite seat not occupied. It was a man with long hair and quite a messy beard.
"Hello sir, is your seat occupied, as you see now all the seat is full ?" He asked with a polite tone.
"Sure, get yourself occupied." Henry answered as he still thinks who this man is.
The man then sits down and begin to order.
"May I know your name? I seem has seen you somewhere." Henry asked as he is really curious, someone he familiar must be an acquaintance from the future or Henry know him.
"My name is Steven Paul Jobs, but people usually call me Steve." The man introduced himself
When Henry heard that, he shocks as he didn't expect to meet Steve Jobs here. At this time Steve Jobs still has his hair and about the same age as Henry as Jobs is 1 year older than him.
Henry quickly calm his mind as he introduced himself, "Nice to meet you Steve, my name is Henry William, but you can just call me Henry."
They then chatted for a while until Jobs food arrived. After Jobs finish his food, they chatted again about their lifestyle and hobby. Henry then learned Jobs now is in Reed College and looking for a part-time job.
Henry did not expect this meeting as now is still too early. After they chatted for 30 minutes, they parted way as Jobs has other business to do. Henry then pays Jobs food as they make a friend. Henry feels this is still too early to pull Jobs into his company as his preparation is not enough and Jobs still need to mature.
If Henry pulls Jobs too early, it will only counterproductive as now Steve Jobs he knows in the future has not yet mature. So Henry just makes a good impression to Jobs to make things easier later.
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Henry goes home and parks his car in the garage. His garage quite big as it can hold 2 car, 1 his father, and another his car.
As Henry enters the home, Margaret is sitting in the living room while reading a newspaper. His father Jacob usually home late at night as his job as a professor at Stanford is quite busy.
Henry then greeted his mom, "Hey mom, what are you reading ?"
"Your book now became a bestseller in the US, many media want to interview you." Margaret replied with a smile as she feels proud her son have this achievement.
"Of course, that's because my work is good. Oh yeah mom, I have a new book here, I already completed it last night." Henry feels proud but then he thinks now is the right time to launch the 'Da Vinci Code'. Henry plans to use 'Devotion of Suspect X' heat to hype the release of his new book so the book is selling faster and hotter.
"What book is it honey?" Margaret curious as now she knows her son is a genius at writing, maybe his new book can bring her surprise.
"Wait a minute, I gonna change my clothes and bring the book"
Henry then goes upstairs to change his clothes and bring the 'Da Vinci Code in his drawer.
Henry holds the book and gives it to Margaret. Margaret then read the book for 5 minutes as Henry wait patiently.
After Margaret read the book, her tone somewhat weird, "Are you sure you want to publish this book?"
"Of course."
"Do you know what are you writing? this can be considered as blasphemy!!!" Margaret tone somewhat high as William family is Christian, even though they just barely faith in it, but they still respect the religion.
"Of course I know what I'm writing. But listen to my explanation mom, all of this based on the historical research and various material that I researched. So the content is 99% according to historical material and about the content the book itself, I don't know much as I just fictionalize the rest of it." Henry explained to Margaret as he knows the content of the 'Da Vinci Code' is controversial and has condemnt many Christian in the future.
But he determined to publish it as the 'Da Vinci Code' is the bestseller of 5 years and sold for a total copy of more than 80 million in 2009. This book is determined the fund he needed for the company establishment.
Margaret was then silent for a while. Henry knows she is thinking now, so he just waits patiently.
After about 10 minutes of struggling in her mind, Margaret then says "This is the last time I helped you honey, if you want to publish this type book again in the future, I will not help you." Margaret then agrees as who makes Henry her son, so she decided to help him.
"Yes, this is the last time I write this type of book, I promise mom. And can you negotiate with the publisher about the royalties, it's best if you can help the royalties reach the highest." Henry promises as he knows writing book is just a way for him amass the money need for company.
In the future, there are a countless way to make more money than writing a book so he thinks this may the last book he released, maybe he will release a book later if he has time.
"Well, let mom call my friend and discuss this with her." Margaret then walks away from the living room and prepared to call her friend.


Henry William, reborn to 1973 due to unknown reason.

On this golden year, the opportunity is everywhere. 

The Internet, Black Monday, Japanese Real Estate Bubble, Soviet disintegration,..... he will participate in all of them.

Bill Gates, Steve Jobs, Jeff Bezos,..... all of them will be working under his company.

Watch Henry as he builds a super business empire covering all walk of life and his consortium surpassing the Rothschilds, Rockefeller, Morgan.......
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This story happens at an alternate universe, so if there are similarities to the reality, it's just a mere coincidence.

Discord - https://discord.gg/w3N7T6f

Green Frog spent her time waiting while grumbling. Occasionally checking the scanning progress.

98%


Just 2% more but it felt like years. In addition to her hungry stomach, she was sore all over her body because of excessive 'training' of rolling around on the hard ground.

In the end, she didn't have any more energy venting. Thus, she lied down on her back, starring at the stars above. Couldn't help but thinking about the past...


She had lived a boring and mediocre life. Doing whatever boring and mediocre jobs, without passion. Having whatever boring and mediocre relationships, without the determination to step into married life.

She herself didn't know what exactly her purpose in this life. In short, she was a dull woman who doesn't have any ambitions or anything else. She did have a temper, but it was small. The worse, she had totally given up on loving someone.


Her routine consisted only of eating, working, and sleeping. Maybe once a month she would spend her day off with shopping, but she couldn't feel any joy. Only to spend her money. Making expenditure without exact purpose.


Living like that for only-god-knows-how-long, she didn't know when she started to drink. Drinking here meant drinking alcohol. And when she finally realized it, it was too late. She had been fallen so deep to the point of severe addiction.

She lost her job. And after that, another disaster followed. 


Her parents were very disappointed. At the beginning, they tried to 'repair' her but to no avail. After fighting in the never-ending and impossible to win battle, they finally gave up. 

They sent her to a facility far away from the capitol. 


Didn't know from whom her parents get the information about this place, but in short, it could be described as hell.

She got worse. There was the first time she got involved in a same-sex relationship which ended up in tragedy.


Could be imagined how devastated it was when her parents heard about the news. She got beaten so hard by her father and then literally kicked out from the family. No longer recognized as a daughter. 


Thank god, at least her elder cousin brother still showed her a bit of pity. He gave her money to rent a room to live in. She also got a job in a small shop. Of course the salary was low. Barely for monthly rent and daily necessities.


With her low salary, she couldn't afford to buy alcohol. And also because of the psychological impact from her last affair, she didn't bother to find another 'companion'. But it didn't mean that she had recovered from her addiction. Instead, it switched into another form. Online game addiction.


She played almost 24 hours a day. Forgot to sleep, even skipped eating. Slacking while working. And many more. In short, she didn't want to do anything except for playing.

What a lifestyle. 

It lasted for two years, until she finally got bored. Didn't know the reason why the gods above had given her enlightenment, all of a sudden she decided to change!

She began to do her job properly. Even got a praise from her boss. Started to build healthy relationships with the people around her. Also have a positive hobby for normal healthy people. Reading.


Green Frog always loves science. Despite her mediocre appearance, actually, she was an intellectual persona. She also had interest in politic and business. 


As people said, the wheel of destiny is always spinning. Nothing is impossible in this world for hard-working and strong-willed individuals. Therefore, from the bottom of hell she climbed up to find another opportunity.

She started to save money. Bit by bit. She wanted to start her own business. 


With the help from her elder cousin brother and her old friends from her old working places, and also a little bit of  luck, her business grew fast to the point of difficult to cover all the workloads.

She decided to recruit more workers and fortunately, all were experienced employees. Although their monthly wages were quite high, it was in line with their qualities. 


Green Frog was content with her new life. As money didn't stop flowing in, she got more leisure time to read at home. Her reading materials expanded too and she started to read novels. 

Yes. Novels.

In fact, she never likes fiction. Especially romance fiction. 

…wait. 

No!

Maybe the word 'like' wasn't right. It should be 'scared'. 

She scared reading romance fiction. Simply because reading one would scrape the wound in her heart open and it would bleed again.

More or less, what she lacked of, she could understand. Thus, although she hated it, she didn't stop reading those novels. As if trying to search for something important. 

…as if her life depended on it.


At that time, she was introduced to an online reading site. Most of the works were original stories that never officially published before. It could be said as a new experience for her. And surprisingly, she liked it.


She never knew that since that time onward, her life started to change...

Her fated encounter with her master finally happened not long after. Not only he had helped her to 'recover', he also taught her to write. 

At the beginning, what she wrote all were scientific articles. Mostly about business matters. She found that her new hobby was fun. Although the money she got from writing wasn't much, she really got hooked with it.


The master was also quite playful. Or could be said like to joke and make troubles for others. When he saw that this new disciple of his got too much leisure and happy time, he decided to stir her up a bit.

He created a writing system. 

Too bad, it wasn't for writing scientific articles. It was for writing romance! 

…her biggest nemesis!


The poor little frog couldn't say 'NO' to her master. Therefore she could only comply when she was assigned to a task.

Writing romance novels. Yes. More than one. All according to her master's order.


Obviously, she felt resentful. She was forced to write something she hates and avoids for so long. Thus, could be imagined how bad the result was.


The old master didn't angry the slightest bit but found it quite amusing. He said to her that she lacked of motivation and decided to make a writing competition. The reward was very 'generous'. 

20% of his company's shares!

It was meant a lot...

Just 20% but whoever gained it, could be a milliarder in just one night! 


All his disciples must participate. And since the competition had been started, it proved to be very harsh. 

…the little frog couldn't help but stuck in the middle of the 'fierce and inhumane battle'.


Green frog whose still reminiscing sighed deeply. She didn't want it, but she forced to do it. Remembering his master's expecting and exciting gaze, she could only swallow her protest.


In the end here she was. Bound to this author system version 3.0 named Zhizhi, trying to create an acceptable romance story.


Developing plot bit by bit according to the outline…


But now she found out that everything was in a mess. How hateful. She was afraid that she could have stroke in a very young age TT_TT


Green Frog slanted yet another fretful gaze toward the number inside the spinning icon.

99%

The veins on her forehead popped out. She bellowed mournfully to the sky , "When the fuck will you finish this damn scanning! Baka-zhizhi!!!"

Jing Yi, 26 years old new-recruited sales represenative in her company, had been transported to another world after being sucked into a tornado.

She woke up inside a body of a 10 years old girl - the third young miss of Jiang family, a cursed child and foretold as a bearer of calamity - Jiang Yi. 

She had been ostracized by other family members for years.

Her father was cold and indifferent man. She never felt his love.

Her mother died right after she gave birth to her.

Her only elder brother gone missing for years.

She lived in that big mansion but struggling in poverty. Got starving and injured without anybody who cared whether she was dead or alive. 

She lost mostly of her past memories, but her desire for survival had been never faded. She used her intelligence and gathered her limited knowledge from modern world to preserve her little life.

"If someone else can do it, why can't I?"
She believed.

Every life is worth to fight for.
...

He is a second young master of a powerful dark cultivation sect. Crippled and disfigured. Lost his father, mother, and elder brother in war years ago, he had been living his life in deep and endless hatred toward the world.

"I will burn and bury everything in this world in endless nightmare and despair."
His oath.

Pool of blood.

Mountain of bones under his feet.

But he never intended to stop the slaughter. Until every living being above the earth under the heaven was ceased to exist.
...

Both of them met. Couldn't escape from the grasp of fate, bound in marriage arrangement.

She was afraid of him.

He was cruel toward her, made sure that she lived in humiliation and misery.
...

Later she found that beneath a horrible surface, there was a gentle and loving heart.

He found that beneath a weak mortal shll of a young girl, there was an eternal faith.
...

The Ruo River is three thousand li long, one only drinks one ladle worth of water from it.

"Even if this whole world hated and cursed you, you will always be a treasure in my eyes..."

==0==
This is the 1st book of the trilogy.

Everyday I'll try to upload 2 or 3 chapters. And every sunday there will be 1 or 2 bonus chapters (^_^)

I hope we can enjoy this story together till the last chapter. Please give me your support by rating this story and writing your reviews.

Days passed quickly and but progress was slow. Nishant was trying to understand techniques of writing better by reading as many books as he can. Book reports were being written without prompts from Rajat or any other senior member of the Lit club. Occasional writing assignments were given to Nishant, but those felt easy and did not bother him much. Shradha was helping him occasionally, but for free. When Nishant had offered money again, she laughed in his face and in between the laughter spree, she had confessed that it was just a prank. Things were not progressing well with Shradha. She was still struggling to save money for a laptop and just like she suspected, her father had refused to give her any money. "Why will you need laptop? Paying for your college itself is waste. I should have saved that money for your marriage instead of giving in to your stupid demands" these were the exact words Shradha's father had uttered. Despite of trying not to take these words into consideration, shradha was sad for few days. Sessions with Neeta were helpful, but money for laptop was still a problem. She had even thought of giving up on buying laptop and just accept her fate. But the sessions made her realize, she should give it a serious try before giving up. So shradha was looking out for a second part time job. 

One could say that Shradha and Nishant were friends now; acquaintance would be a better word to describe their relationship. They spoke occasionally in class about computer programs and coding. Shradha would ask him if she did not understand any of the academic topics or coding questions. But mostly their conversations outside the class were  about books. They suggested books to each other and occasionally discussed about their thoughts on the topics. By now they chatted few times, but mostly on instagram. Shradha had never given him a phone number and Nishant was not going to ask for one anyways. 

Semester  was almost coming to an end and lab exams were starting in couple of days. Shradha had some questions on the syllabus  and Nishant was helping her. They were sitting under a tree in the campus and discussing when shradha got a call. It was from one of the bars where she had applied for part time job. There would be almost 3 months of holidays  after the exams and Shradha wanted to earn as much as she could, during this time. Unfortunately they needed someone with prior experience. So they were calling to tell her that they rejected her application. Nishant could hear only half of the conversation, but Shradha's sad face told him that it wasn't  a good news. Upon asking, Shradha simply replied that she was not able to get any summer jobs.

 Nishant was puzzled for a minute. Even though he was from a middle class family he never had to take any part time jobs. Sure, having some extra money would be really good. But his parents had always told him not to worry about money at this age and concentrate  only on studies. According to his observations shradha was not from a rich family, but they were not poor either. So her sadness for not having a summer job was really puzzling for Nishant.  So he asked her directly why she needed a job now. Shradha gave him a smile upon hearing the question. "Because I need a laptop. I love gaming." 

"So just ask your parents to buy you one. Why would you struggle with all these low level jobs". 

"Because pretty boy, not all parents care about their kids. Correction,  daughters. " 
 
The look on Nishant's face told Shradha that he had not understood her words and sighing, she tried to explain. 

"My dad thinks he is already wasting enough money on me by sending me to engineering  college. If I had studied some other degree in some random college, he could have gotten rid of me in just 3 years instead of 4 years and also could've saved more money for my marriage and dowry. Despite knowing that, he will not give me a single rupee, I asked him to buy me a laptop. Result was an hour of constant ranting from daddy dearest and 1 hour lecture from mom about knowing my limits and what not. So pretty boy, I have to earn money by doing the LOW LEVEL  jobs. "

Nishant was shocked to hear this. Living in a patriarchal  society,  he knew there were people who looked down on daughters. But he never expected shradha to be treated that way. He always thought that she was this spoiled girl who obviously had support from her parents. Otherwise why would someone will  be so stubborn,  headstrong and adventurous. He had also heard that one time, Shradha was involved in some dispute which resulted in warning from principal. Someone had mentioned that Shradha's  mother was also present while talking to the principal. So listening  to her now, he had more questions. 

"But still, you could find some other way to earn  money. You can probably work as freelance editor or something like that. These days a lot of options are there for online jobs. "

Shradha laughed listening to his suggestion.  

"How do you expect me to earn money online without a laptop? " 

She was right. He had not thought about that. He was thinking of other ways when shradha continued speaking. 

"And we should never look down on jobs. Work is work; no job is low or high. I have been working as receptionist all these years and these jobs help me earn money and also I get practical experience. So I don't mind working; in fact I prefer working outside than staying at home during vacation. I will have to learn cooking, do household chores if I stay at home. So its win-win situation  for me. "

****Ongoing re-write****


‘Agar Tum Saath Ho’ means ‘If you are with me’ in Hindi. These simple words could explain how shradha felt about Nishant. He was her sole source of energy; He was the only person who could sense her emotional distress and calm her down easily. He was her best friend, her guide, and also whoever she wanted him to be. To Nishant, Shradha was like a breath of fresh air. She always pushed him beyond his comfort level and helped him rediscover himself. She was his strength and also his weakness. 

Shradha was the girl who was considered as ‘bad influence’, while Nishant was the ‘good guy’, who was role model to many students and even parents. They had nothing in common except for the fact that both of them were lonely and maybe a little broken. 

Nishant and Shradha came together by coincidence. Their relationship started with simple friendship, which slowly grew into strong bond. He could show his silliness only in front of her while she could afford to show her real self only to him. Despite constant opposition from their family, Shradha and Nishant had continued to be ‘best friends’ and nothing else. 
They were each others ‘first’ in many things and even when the whole world could see how they were already in relationship, Nishant and Shradha could not see the obvious.
When they finally realized they have been in love the whole time, all it took was changing the status on social media.

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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!!


So I started working you know making some money for the holidays. And getting family and friends presents. Also at the same time going to school at the same time. Even though school is online still difficult to want to do study when working a 9 to 6. Actually, I feel like I don't have the rights to complain because I bet there are people out there that have like three jobs, have kids, and going to school. If you are one of those people who have many jobs and go to school, you are awesome and I hope the future is bright for you. 

Anyways enough with my excuses of not writing for a while. I think it's better to finally come to face with the real reason I can't write this story....

I just lost passion for this story. I actually only wrote it as a passing time or like for some kind of spark into my life. I have another story I wrote but I had to many ideas that I don't want to mess up my beautiful picture of it. As I start to write about because I feel like I won't bring out all it's Potential. And my current one wasn't really plan it was an idea I jump on and thought wow this can be a good start up to write. Also to test out my writing. But, it was a story I wasn't every much passion about. And I actually didn't know how I wanted to story to be. The story was just random ideas going in. Not as solid as my first story. This current one, was only made up from inspiration of a manga I read. Though the setting and the characters and story is a original. I just never really thought much about the story. However, I did found/thought of something when I was writing Film Prince Husband. 

It was a want to write something else. I was going to wait until I like get to at least a 100 chapters until I can make another story and then write both at the same time. Though after awhile of thinking about my idea and want for a new story. My current one I just lost passion. Also it's more thought out and better coordinated. 

However, I do want to write a new story because I really thought it through. But this story FPH I will come back to it! And also most likely rewrite it. But it's not over throw into abyss. 

Also if I write a new story will you read it? And continue to cheer me on in my writing? Please comment below and tell me what you think. 

P.S. 
Please don't be mean with your comments. :( 

P.P.S
Thank you are reading this story!! It's still in my heart and it hope it will be in yours!!

Cover from tumblr by: @haruradostudio

Family Rules:

1. The first born male is the heir. And continues the family legacy.
3. Any male born after will have to marry the same gender. So that there is no power struggle or family conflict. If male were to cheat on their spouse, they are to be kick out of the family. 
3. Females are to marry in to families. To avoid any family conflict.

These are the rules that Lee Landon family been following through decades of wealth. So as the second male born into the Lee Family, the family thought since he and his best friend Kang Elliott are good together, why not marry them. What will happen to their relationship? Will it change? Are they going to be closer or distant? Can they even find love?

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