With it's intended owner and current keeper no longer of this world, the treasures inside were practically cast adrift. They would languish within the great Persian treasury, with no one knowing the value contained inside. They would be sent back to the Greek world as a talisman when Persepolis was set on fire by the soldiers of Alexander the Great. Two hundred years after that, it would wind up in the hands of Roman merchants who pillaged what remained of great Macedonia.

It was for this reason, for almost twenty five hundred years, the gift of the tribe of Tamim went from being a treasure, to a talisman, to a family heirloom, to a truly valueless trinket. The solid dark coloring of the portal dulled with the passage of time, becoming a dull gray after the passage of hundreds of years. It would travel from the far reaches of Persia back to Greece, and then to Italy, France, and finally England. It would cross the great Atlantic on one of the many great sailing ships of the 19th century. 

It would travel from New York to Chicago, following the great rail networks established across the country. In the hands of one family for generations, it would finally be kept in storage for another hundred and fifty years, before being stolen from the youngest member of the family by a homeless beggar. 

It is then, after twenty five hundred years of waiting, that the power inside would finally be opened to this world.

"Yes, your highness!" Tissaphernes couldn't help but look at Masabates and thought: No wonder this guy looks ugly, if the queen mother Parysatis knew that her most beloved son was beheaded and his hands got cut off, then she asolutely won't give up.

"Tissaphernes, do you think the Greeks will surrender?"

"Your highness!…With my knowledge of the Greek mercenary's main leaders, I'm afraid…it would be hard. However, there may be a small number of people that is willing to obey your majesty's will!" Tissaphernes said cautiously.

"It's also good to cause internal strife among them." Artaxerxes rubbed his finger across his jaw. Yesterday, the rapid impact of the Greek Hoplite, caused him to have a lingering fear: "…If they do not want to surrender, then they must be… expelled. This rebellion has already killed too many Persians! Don't let these rude and savage Greeks to continue plundering our property on my land! and killing my people!" Artaxerxes sighed. He is gentle in nature and does not like to argue with others. Otherwise, he would not tolerate Cyrus the Younger until now, which led to this great chaos. Even when Cyrus the Younger had started his army, he still hesitated and wanted to retreat eastward. If it had not been for the vigorous dissuasion and full support of the ministers, I am afraid that yesterday's battle would not even have happened.

"Your highness, you love the empire's people like your own children! It is a great joy for the empire to have such a kind monarch as you!" Tissaphernes words came from his heart. In fact, it was this character of Artaxerxes that have won the support of the vast majority of ministers and nobles, which made Cyrus the Younger's rebellion to have no major turmoil in the core area of the empire.

"Your highness, this one has an idea!… It's better to drive the Greeks to the north…" Tissaphernes said.

Artaxerxes pondered about it, he knew that Tisaphenes did not want the Greeks to once more trample on his jurisdiction – Asia Minor.

"Northward…" His eyes lit up and he thought of the unyielding and unruly mountain tribes, such as the Carducians.

Let them fight with those barbarian! He thought, with a smile on his lips.

"You are entirely responsible for this matter! I await for your good news in Persepolis!" Having said that, he can't wait to go home due to the news yesterday: another riot occurred in eastern Persepolis. He must return to the capital city as soon as possible. Moreover, he also began to miss his queen Stateira.

. . . . . . . . . . . . .

Early in the morning, mist filled the Cunaxa area and the entire Greek military camp was quiet, and most of the people were still asleep.

Davos stepped out of the tent and looked curiously at the strange place.

Yes, he is no longer Davos himself, his soul is from 21st century China. As a government civil servant, he suffered for more than ten years before he was promoted to be the director of the city's high-tech development zone. His friends arrange a feast to celebrate, he was very drunk and when he woke up, he found himself in a strange place and became someone else.

He had pinched his thighs several times, just to prove that he was dreaming, and to this day his thighs still hurts.

After a long night of adaptation, he no longer wondered why he was here. His adaptability is strong: Initially, he entered the government office as the first place in the civil service examination in the whole city, but he was sent to a remote and impoverished mountain area as a village official and stayed there for several years. He not only persevered, but have also won the favor of the county leaders with excellent performance, and he was recalled to take an important task.

…just that his own parents and his girlfriend who he is about to marry…now they are separated by time and space, and they won't meet again…he took a long breath and tried to dispel away his sadness.

He slowly walk a short distance, his mood was slightly calmed. He wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and warned himself: Now that he have arrived at a new world, let's live here tenaciously.

According to the memory of this body, he knew that "he" was a Thessalian. Two years ago, because of livelihood, at the age of 17, he went out to work as a mercenary with his village friends to earn money. A year ago, Macedonia clashed with Thessaly, the Macedonian cavalry attacked his hometown and his parents were killed and his relatives were captured, now he's alone. This time, he followed the mercenary leader Meno to fight for Prince Cyrus the Younger of Persia.

Last night his companions thought he was asleep, but in fact he had been listening to their conversation. Through the conversations of his companions, he had learned more. As a good young man of the 21st century, he barely counts as an indignant youth. When he was a village official, he spent most of his time surfing the net in order to survive the long lonely night. He vented it on some military forums and it had almost became his sideline. So he knew a lot about history and military knowledge and he knows that he may have been in a period after the Peloponnesian War.

As for the Greek mercenaries who helped the persian prince to usurp the throne, which part of the Western history is involved? As a non-history profession, the requirements are too high and he really can't think of it. It was not until someone said the phrase "We are the ten thousands greek infantry" that had evoke his memory that was hidden.

It was once advocated in the forum that some books must be read in order to understand the ancient history of the West, one of the books listed in the list is "Anabasis", it aroused his curiosity: Did the ancient West also have a long march? Because the author happens to be a famous historical person he knew, so he conveniently search the net, Only then did he know that it originated from the famous ancient western historical event "Retreat of the Tens Thousand Greeks".

As Davos vaguely remembered that the rebellious prince died in the incident due to his rashness, in a moment of urgency, ends up blurting it out. But he did not think that the other's heart, had more or less hoping for Cyrus the Younger to be victorious and everyone's desire to make a fortune together, so they completely could not accept his guess.

Faced with the questioning one after another, he did not want to have a conflict with his companions after he first arrived and perhaps he also had a slight fantasy in his heart: 'maybe this isn't that historical event.' So he kept quiet.

As a result, everyone left unhappy. He didn't sleep well that night. The strange environment and the fear of the future made him toss and turn, and had a hard time falling asleep.

Early the next morning, he walked out of the tent and faced this strange new world for the first time. He saw tents one after another, which seemed to be endless at a glance.

Breathing the damp and fresh air, he summoned up the courage to move forward. Occasionally someone came out of the tent and when he saw that they would greet him, he responded with a smile. Even the warrior who knows he is wounded will ask him about his injury with concern, he will stop to express his gratitude and take the opportunity to chat a few words to get some information from the others. Obviously, it is not because he is an important person that people will treat him kindly, but the mercenaries under Meno, some of whom are Thessalians and many of them even fought side by side with him for more than two years, and they are familiar with each other. As he walked, the strangeness that he felt gradually dissipated.

Not far came the neighs of the horses and the sheep's baa, attracting him to go forward. In the memory of Davos, this vast area enclosed by wooden fences and located in the center of their military camp, was the mercenary camp led by Meno. There were not only many packed horses and mules, but also some cattle and sheep that was looted along the way, as well as a batch of food distributed to Meno by Cyrus the Younger. In addition, there are merchants stationed in it and when passing through the big cities, there will even be nearby people coming here to make money.

When he came to the entrance, a guard with spears stopped him.

"No one is allowed to enter without Meno's orders!" A fatty angrily shouted behind the guard.

Davos looked at him and turned around, he didn't want to get into trouble. Behind him, the fatty reprimanded the guards: "The next time someone comes, you have to be more fierce. Otherwise, the thieves could not be suppressed! From last night till now, five sheep have been lost. Before Meno punished me, I will punish you first!"

It seems that the mercenary have a serious shortage of food! He doesn't know how much food the Persian troops looted yesterday. As he walked, he thought about it. Before he knew it, a simple wall with branches and sticks loosely inserted in the soil blocked his progress. Although there were still dense tents ahead, he realize that they were the camps of the other mercenary troops.

By this time, the sun had risen to a high altitude, the dense fog was gradually dispersed, and he can see far away. The sky is high and vast, the wind is refreshing and he indulged in it for a while…listening to his companions saying that the city ahead is Babylon and not far away is the Euphrates River: one is the capital of one of the four ancient civilizations, the legendary Hanging Garden that makes one yearn; and the other is the popular mother river of Mesopotamia. But he doesn't know if he will have the chance to see it.

However, the sudden seething camp alarmed him. A feeling of uneasiness surged into his mind and he returned quickly.

At this time, the soldiers rushed out of the tent one after another, they talked with each other with a nervous and uneasy look. The words that came into his ears were converted into 4 words: Cyrus the Younger died!

His heart sank: This is really the great Retreat of the Ten Thousand Greeks! Next, they were going to spend the next few days running!

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1. Parysatis – the mother of the Persian king Artaxerxes II, Cyrus the Younger, Ostanes and Oxathres.
2. Anabasis – the book Xenophon wrote about their journey through Persia and it is also known as The March of the Ten Thousand.
3. The Retreat of the Ten Thousand Greeks – the event after Cyrus the Younger died and the Greeks have to retreat back to Greece.
4. Hanging Garden – one of the Seven Wonders of the Ancient World as listed by Hellenic culture, described as a remarkable feat of engineering with an ascending series of tiered gardens containing a wide variety of trees, shrubs, and vines, resembling a large green mountain constructed of mud bricks, and said to have been built in the ancient city of Babylon.

This is a time of great powers: The vast Persia, Sparta that was founded by force, Athens with its trade and business, Thebes the rising star, The ambitious Macedonia, The twin heroes of the Western Mediterranean, The rising Rome and so on.

This is an era of brilliant stars: Agesilaus II – the last king of Sparta, Epaminondas – the Rising General of Thebes, Philip II – the founder of Macedonian’s hegemon, Dionysius – the tyrant of Syracuse, Camillus – the Roman dictator and savior…

This is an era of contention among a hundred schools of thought: Plato – the great philosopher, Antisthenes – founder of cynicism, Pythagoras – school of number, Democritus – the encyclopedia scholar, Hippocrates – the father of western medicine, Aristophanes – the great dramatist…

What will the hero bring to the world when he comes to this age as a humble mercenary through rebirth?
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Main Characters
Sophia Bailey- She is one of the female leads in the story. She is a simple and cute girl. She is friendly, thoughtful and helpful to others but childish and oblivious to many things including 'Love'. She loves to give advice to her friends when they are going through something. Because she has many friends, almost everyone in the school that she passes by knows her. She is known as the "Friendly Cutie" throughout the campus.

Elaine Lancashire- She is one of the female leads in the story. Her cold behavior towards other people is the reason why she doesn't have any friends except for her three childhood friends. "Cold Beauty" is the name given to her by her schoolmates.

Janna Atkinson- She is one of the female leads in the story. She is the most charming out of the three female leads. She has many admirers but she doesn't have nor had any boyfriends before because she doesn't have any idea how to interact with boys. She was given the title of "Beautiful Princess" within the campus.

Bill Burton- He is one of the male leads in the story. He looks fierce but is actually a kind person.

Eric Sembrano- He is one of the male leads in the story. Bad boy but one of the richest student in the campus. Handsome and famous who is also known as "Handsome Bad Boy" in the campus.

Kristoffer Harvey- He is one of the male leads in the story. He is friends with Sophia, Elaine, and Janna but he is closest to Sophia. He used to be timid and shy but changed later on to a lively guy.

Ivan Shaun Spencer- He is one of the male leads. He is handsome and the cool type of a guy.

Gilbert Silva- He is one of the male leads. He doesn't believe in love until he fell in love with one of the main female leads. He is friends with Kristoffer and in the same class with him.

Prince Owen- He is one of the male leads. He used to be an arrogant and cheeky boy but changed when Sophia beat him in academic ranking. He initially treats Sophia as his mortal enemy but became one of her good friends eventually.

John Clifford Mendez- He is one of the male leads. He is childhood friends with the main female leads until he went abroad because of his heart disease. He is also Kristoffer's cousin. He is cheerful and friendly just like Sophia when he was a kid but grew distant when he came back.

Lance Ford- He is one of the male leads. He is a kind and caring classmate.

Aiden Velasco- He is one of the male leads. A clumsy and an airheaded cute athlete.

Supporting Characters
Stephanie Hughes- She is one of the antagonists in this story and has deep love towards Bill.

Kimberly Joy Aguirre- childhood friend of Bill and Stephanie. She is fully aware of Stephanie's feelings towards Bill and is willing to do anything for Stephanie's sake.

Shakira Evans- She is the Student Council Secretary. She is a classmate of the female leads and also a friend of Sophia. She's infatuated with Lance.

Jilliane Kaye Collins- She is Aiden's friend and supporter. She's also the manager of the Soccer Club.

Mitch Danielle Edwards- She is Gilbert's childhood friend. She is a desperate girl and is willing to do anything to garner the attention of Gilbert.

Note: This is not a Girl's Love story but a Reverse Harem story (Please research about the term if you don't know the meaning of it)

"You fall in love with the most UNEXPECTED PERSON at the most UNEXPECTED TIME."

Sophia, Elaine, and Janna are best friends since they were young. For them, having supportive family and loyal friends are enough to obtain happiness. They don't need romantic love that can possibly take their attention away from what's important to them. But what will happen if there are some boys that will make their peaceful and happy life become turbulent all of a sudden and even attempt to change their hearts for the better? This story is about the friendship of three girls and the Unexpected Love Story that they didn't saw coming in their high school life.
*This story includes the different POVs of characters

Zhao fu is your ordinary teenager with aspiring dreams to become the emperor who rules the world.
But guess what?
Yes, it's a fool's dream they say.
Who would want to be an emperor in this society and day?
Zhao fu gave up on his dreams and started living his life as a slave to the system with hundreds of laws to follow.
Who could even keep track of all those laws?
The thing that Zhao fu thinks is funny is that no one seems to knows the freaking laws except for the lawyers.
Well, that's how it should be, shouldn't it?
Lawyers are there for a reason, aren't they?
Back on topic Zhao fu might have started working to pay his bills but did he ever forget of his dreams to become a ruler of the world and build his own kingdom?
Of cause not.
We all have that one dream one silly childhood dream that we couldn't forget no matter how silly it is we can still dream can't we.
Zhao fu was sure that there are no laws that prevent people from dreaming. Well, he is no lawyer just so you guys know...
Well, this is a story of dreams and death.
A story of endings and beginnings.
Story of silly childhood dreams and how they reawaken.
A story of rising and fall of legends.
Destruction of God's and Devils alike.
Now you all might be thinking how did he die well it was pretty simple it was of old age.
Something most human beings cannot defy age.
Time a concept a mortal can't fathom.
This is a story bout what an emperor should be and what the true meaning of an emperor is.
A boy who once aspired to be an emperor and how far he would be willing to go to if he was giving a second chance.
 well I hope you get the gist of it cause this story is gonna take you to the darkest and brightest places of human history.
You'll see cruelty and compassion.
 this is the story of the boy who aspired to become an emperor and of the old man who couldn't let go of his childhood wish.
His name is Zhao fu

A young man is born as Zhao fu In another world
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Hello guys! You are going to be reading a story that I came up with at the age of 11, right now I will try and aim for this story to reach greater heights, after all, this is the first story that I actually made long! And this will be the story that I wish would reach popularity or at least 100 reads, it's a childhood dream.
As of now (January 30, 2020)  This story began in a simple plot, I got inspired by a manga that I ended up liking lots! This story will be the first ever story I ever come up with that I promise myself I won't give up on! Most stories I make, I always give up, lose motivation, it's a common thing, and a weakness I have. I'm planning on overcoming it as of today 1/30/2021
This story got inspired by The Famoux, how? I mean, for starters, this story and that story have lots of differences, the plot, and much more, what got me inspired is the writing, I made this, not knowing how to write novels, properly. I learned all from "The Famoux"
This story began from childhood crushes, and honestly, everybody has atleast one childhood crush. But I do not wanna remember mine XD
"Not a want, but a need" I heard that before, many times, have you?
That title just suddenly came in my head, it somehow did
Many people make good stories, and I know mine won't get and reach higher heights, but I just wish it would
If you guys are interested, please follow my instagram account, twitter, tellonym-

"Will you go on a date with me?"
Lilith finally had the courage to ask him, but, he hasn't responded, not at all.. even in 10 days, they haven't talked since then, Lilith began to worry, but, she managed to meet with him once again, with another girl. She began to hate him, she thought.. that he played her.. she decided to try and expose him.. but.. she got to know him more.. and fell for him once again. What will she do?

These are non-objective and almost completely biased, but they are some ways I have thought of to help a reincarnation story be more realistic and what I feel would be better suited to long term story telling.

No memory from birth (and no 'cultivation in womb' type stuff either, at least consciously). An infant brain is not psychologically developed enough let alone an embryo/fetus.

Regain memories: 

•Either slowly/piecemeal starting around age 3 or 4, in which case people/the kid should consider them stories along the lines of imaginary friends. Maybe people think they are a genius, maybe crazy, maybe a freak. The former personality starts emerging bit by bit, random bits of knowledge repeated from memory at times without comprehension or understanding or context. Body dysphoria as memories from previous life jar up against current form/life, feeling as if parents/loved one/life isn't real, nothing makes sense. Then one day, probably sometime in early teens and maybe after some kind of trauma: emotional physical or otherwise, they suddenly 'have all the pieces put together'. Or at least enough for their fragmented and disjointed consciousness to form a whole for once in their life since they started to gain their previous life memories. It won't be the same personality as their previous life, but it won't be the broken and fragmented one either. A new consciousness, and new personality, formed by the combination of their previous life and the torturous perspective of a young teen who spent roughly a decade, their entire childhood, essentially insane and plagued by 'visions', potentially in an environment completely different from their previous life (high fantasy, scifi, cultivation world, post/apocalyptic, etc compared to modern world).
-•-note: in this instance a montage/summarized childhood can be used to time skip through childhood, but flashbacks should be used later in the story to events/people met during the childhood that were not covered during the montage/time skips. A childhood bully may be mentioned, but details about the bully or specific events of bullying they did may be skipped over to become plot elements later on, a parent could leave to be encountered later with a flashback scene of the last time they were seen, etc etc.

•Or regain memories all at once at an older age where the brain is capable of handling them/at least enough of them to be comprehensible. This does have the 'downside' of the new life developing a new perspective and personality without any input from the previous. As such, several additional factors are needed to distinguish this as a reincarnation rather than a transmigration story where the previous mind inherits a new body. These can include, but are not limited to: recurring dreams, unnatural talents/learning speed of physical skills (residual 'muscle memory' leaking through), frequent feelings of Deja Vu (especially if being reincarnated in what was a fictional world for previous life), slips of the tongue/using phrases/slang not native to the world (possibly to comedic effect/running gag), and other sorts of foreshadowing that is often also used in 'memory tampered with' themed stories (looking at you Total Recall franchise). One thing to beware of is not to just erase the 'naturally' developed personality. This is not a transmigration story, so no 'erasing the soul' or 'taking the responsibility for last wish' deals. There can be some struggle/tension when it comes to reconciling with having lived an entirely different life, especially if there are drastically different perspectives and circumstances between the two, but there shouldn't be much if any 'two different people battling/fusing into one to control the body'. Instead treat it literarily (as in literary used as/turned into an adverb, not a typo of literally) as if it is any other major turning point/paradigm shift a character can go through. The 'frog is out of the well', the 'death of a loved one/survivors guilt', the 'had to kill' one, the 'first love and/or betrayal', the 'rite of passage' or 'become an adult' one. In the end an acceptance of who they are/have become, and a sense of gratitude for getting a second (or possibly first/ chance at a) childhood and time to bond with new family/friends without the baggage of past life. 

Wishes (if any)
•Should not be remembered (or if they are, not until they are all completed, which can be at the end of the life if they are open ended and/or life long ones like 'to become the strongest')
•should always have at least one mundane one (an no Cooking isn't mundane if it is Food Wars level, especially if it is that level from the start) however this can be 'to have a dream/goal I want to pursue' but only if the first life didn't have one/doesn't have any idea of what to do. 
-•- the random 'to have a goal' wish can be a fun way *for the author* to troll the audience by having several things the new life of the MC is talented in/several possible paths or goal they could pursue, but never have them commit to any of them for a while, especially if they haven't gained memories of past life while discovering these talents and etc.
•Should be ways to grow, or for certain circumstances or environments to be part of next life: talents in something that still needs to be trained to maximize potential, a loving family, meeting a soulmate (not picking a specific person, but the circumstance of meeting them), not being poor, or conversely not being obscenely (and lonesomely?) rich, and similarly to be more or less intelligent.

Just a place to put my random ideas and possible writing prompts. 

Free for others' use, and you don't have to credit me anywhere (though it would be kinda cool if you did, especially if your story takes off). But would like a comment on the prompt or idea if you're using it, I would like to add the story to a shelf (or if impressive enough to main library).

1991 December
 
There was something deeply disturbing about the Weasley residence. Its appearance spoke volumes of its inhabitants. Several stories high, the structure looked like it was the insane love child of Tim Burton and Dr Seuss. What might have once been a humble stone house had been burdened with a ridiculous number of crookedly stacked rooms. Five chimneys sprouted from the roof like weeds and a crooked sign near the entrance read 'The Burrow'.
 
Anxiety prickled Alana's mind as she calculated the probability of the funeral pyre house collapsing on her if she entered. The disgrace to magical architecture stuck out like a sore thumb in the otherwise pleasant scenery. Idly, the young witch wondered what sort of creatures would willingly inhabit such a residence. Clearly, they had to be insane or suicidal.
 
A pair of cackling twins fleeing out the front door assured her that it was an unfortunate mixture of both qualities.
 
"Fred! George! What have I said about pranks in the kitchen! How are you even at home?! You're supposed to be at Hogwarts for Yule!" A distinctly feminine voice shouted loud enough to pierce the veil.
 
There was nothing that could have stopped Alana from shielding her ears with a wince. To her relief, she received no such verbal acknowledgement from the woman. The Weasley miscreants passed her without so much as a glance. Their swift, and dare she say wise, escape was not a second too soon as a short, plump, flaming-haired demoness exited the door with a growl.
 
No really, her hair was literally flaming.
 
Alana was rendered speechless at the deliciously realistic enchanted flames shrouding the woman's hair. She had never seen magical flames of such high quality and was hit with the sudden urge to hunt her down some twins. Whether the exquisite work was the product of potions or spellwork was a mystery, but it was clear that the subject of the magic did not share her appreciation of the art.
 
Mrs Weasley seemed content to fume at her absent sons for a few more minutes before she noticed her guest. Alana was shaken from her thoughts by a fiery, brown gaze that soon settled down to a gentle warmth.
 
"You must be Alana," She exclaimed with sudden joy overtaking her features. "I'm so sorry you had to see that, dear. Those boys! Well, come in! Come in," The mother invited enthusiastically. Alana found herself unable to react as she was hustled into the house of doom.
 
The inside of the home - and it was most definitely a home - was a stark contrast to the outside. Any signs of structural instability vanished and gave way to a welcoming if cluttered family space. As soon as the cultural shock wore off, Alana was overtaken by curiosity. Her eyes flicked with unconcealed interest from object to object. There was much to look at in the living room. An assortment of muggle trinkets filled a weathered cabinet and on one wall hung graduation certificates that must have belonged to the elder Weasley sons now Hogwarts alumnae. A clock depicting not the time but the welfare of each family member took the central stage on the fireplace mantel. It was all very foreign to her.
 
It was also very distracting.
 
Alana finally tore her gaze away from the room and back to the Weasley matriarch. The woman was unsurprisingly observing her strange behaviour. She was, however, surprised to see the mischievously indulgent smile on her ageing features. Alana let a smile of her own flit across her features. She was both pleased and relieved to note that no excessive faux politeness would be required for tea. She already had one concerned mother dissecting her on a semi-regular basis and didn't need a Malfoy and a Weasley against her.
 
"You have a lovely home, Mrs Weasley. I don't think I've ever been seen a place more welcoming."
 
She realised how true the compliment was as the words left her lips.
 
"I'm glad you like it. Make yourself at home, dear. I'll get some tea and biscuits. You must be starving. Honestly, you were more than welcome to use the home floo to get here."
 
"I enjoy a scenic route now and then, and with the area, it was a temptation I couldn't pass up. I'm sorry my guardian couldn't come along for tea, Mrs Weasley, he doesn't much care for socialising. I hope you won't think ill of him for it."
 
"Not at all and please call me Molly. Mrs Weasley just makes me feel old," The woman playfully grinned as she set a tray laden with treats on the table.
 
"As long as you don't call me Miss Vincent," Alana quipped, "It makes me feel as though I'm about to get detention." Molly nodded in understanding.
 
"I can't imagine you get much of that though. You seem a nice enough girl. A Ravenclaw too! Ron has talked about you a fair lot in his letters home, and Minerva has been singing your praises."
 
Alana's eyebrows shot up at the mention of her Transfiguration professor. She was sure the woman was exaggerating. However, the fact that Molly had asked after her, and she had to have because Mrs McGonagall wasn't one to speak of students without cause, was telling.
 
"I'm sure she exaggerated. I enjoy learning but, truth be told, I don't think any student gets out of Hogwarts without at least one detention. With Professor Snape giving them out like candy, it's nearly impossible."
 
"No need to be so modest, dear. It's comforting to know Percy has such a charming girlfriend."
 
Alana would deny any claim that she choked on her tea at the comment. Fortunately for her, there were no witnesses to her slip because a shrill exclamation garnered both female's attention. To his credit, Percy had not fainted in the doorway but instead settled for the appearance of a blobfish. The blood had drained from his face, and he seemed to be gasping for air - or perhaps he was trying to inhale his lost dignity.
 
"Actually, I'm not his girlfriend."
"She's not my girlfriend!"
 
Mrs Weasley looked somewhat at a loss but quickly recollected herself. "Then what-"
 
"Friends, mum! Bloody Merlin, we're just friends! You said you wouldn't make assumptions last time. Can I not breathe next to a girl without you inviting them over for tea?!" Percy's voice reached an impressive level of shrillness before he slumped against the door frame. The action was so unusual to witness that Alana had to stifle an amused laugh. Even after being beaten seventy times in fencing, he had never looked so utterly defeated.
 
How was I supposed to know she wasn't the one you'd been pining over last holidays?! And don't you dare deny it either! I raised you well enough to tell when you're smitten. Hmph!"
 
"I certainly don't have a crush on the person who beats me up every week! Not that it's any of your business who I date anyways! There is a word for what you are doing, mum; it's called stalking. What do I have to do to get some privacy around here?!"
 
"You're dating?" Suddenly, the daggers Mrs Weasley had been glaring at her son turned into love hearts. Percy's groan could be felt on a spiritual level.
 
"That's all you got from that?"
 
1991 December
 
Notification: Quest Progress!
Main Quest: Drink from the skulls of your enemies (8/500)
Request: Chaos and Pain Reward: Wandless Crucio Pack (5/5)
 
"This is wrong on so many levels," Alana muttered. The Notification glinted mockingly as she took a sip of lemonade from another skull goblet. She set the cup down and returned to her perusal of the newest legislation passed through Wizengamot. It wasn't of much concern to her underground following, but it was still prudent to stay informed. Grooming Draco was no walk in the park after all. However, as dedicated to her role as she was, she couldn't read through decades of records herself, so she had left it to her newly acquired Matthews to read through and summarise the rest of the legal documents. It turned out Jake was just as competent in his studies as he'd been in primary, so she had little to fret when it came to finding him work for the holidays.
 
Creation: Capricorn V
Species: Library System
Level: 31
Capable of mind defence, complex thought and processing 19,100 words per hour. New Skill: Legilimency (Active)
 
Creation: Aquarius IV
Species: Inventory System
Level: 38
Capable of storing 34 objects. Summoning cost decrease tripled.
 
Creation: Pisces IV
Species: Healing System
Level: 5
Magic focus increased x2 Dexterity increased x2 Precision increased x2 Cost of summoning decreased.
 
Reading aside, she had several things to take care of during Yule. While the Greengrass ball that evening was of natural concern, it was not the event which occupied her thoughts.
 
She was getting an instructor in the mind arts.
 
It wasn't that she was failing in the form of magic. On the contrary, she was quite capable in the mind arts. Unfortunately, being capable was not enough. She was dealing with information she couldn't risk anyone getting wind off. Sensing mental intrusions may not have been a problem, but blocking a competent wizard was another story, and she had seen plenty of those as of late. Thus, she required a tutor.
 
Proficiency in the mind arts was not something people advertised. Most would not even speak of the topic outside of family discussions. It wasn't an open magical practice and was generally taught by a parent to their child. The main factors in this decision being the level of trust required to let someone frolic through your mind and secondly, the heavily debated ethicality of the magic itself and certain negative associations of the skill. It was a system that had long left muggle-borns at a disadvantage in the magical world. None of these facts was something she would let deter her.
 
That Lilith knew her way around wizarding society was no secret. Therefore, it was no surprise that the witch was more than able to lend Alana a hand in her search, for the right price. Two people died that day. Eventually, the shortlist had been narrowed down to one candidate. She was an Iranian woman with credentials from the Persepolis University of Magical Studies. It was a well-reputed institution with a long history of producing competent students. It gave her some confidence in the woman's abilities.
 
A meeting was set quickly and several binding documents laid out in Alana's fine penmanship for the occasion. The contracts were strict, fatally so. One which insured confidentiality had many similarities to the oaths taken by healers, but even then, the consequences were far direr. Sara Rostami was predictably thorough in reading the agreements before signing them. Alana was also quick to learn the woman was a formidable teacher. Indeed, Miss Rostami was unfailingly polite with a stern countenance that spoke volumes of her work ethic. Two lessons in, Alana had been given a new exercise called rattling which, as the name suggested, involved 'rattling' or shaking someone's train of thoughts enough to discomfit them. It was entertaining, dangerous, but ultimately entertaining. The muggles she practised on probably wouldn't agree with her.
 
1991 December
 
The Greengrass Ball was easily the quietest event of her Yule break. Without the company of Draco, she wasn't expected to stay the entire duration of the event, so she was able to leave early without offending her hosts at all. Lord and Lady Greengrass were astute political players. Anyone could tell from the united front they set in Wizengamot with each taking control of one of their two house seats. To call them a power couple would be a vast understatement. She had met them at the Malfoy's ball of course, but that was little preparation to meet them within their own domain. Lady Greengrass's gown paid homage to the goddess Athena in all her strategic glory. Meanwhile, her husband drew inspiration from Ares, her counterpart in war, representing its more physical aspects. Alana had poetically opted woven symbols of Persephone into her chiton's design. According to myth, the Greek goddess of spring and rebirth was stolen by Hades of the underworld to be his wife. While Hades was not Death, the similarities were still rather uncanny.
 
The two heads of the Malfoy family were predictably present and no less extravagant than usual with their Eros and Psyche interpretation. The magically conjured wings adorning their backs were intricately designed to mirror a dragonfly for the Lady and doves for the Lord. If anyone had entertained the thought of dissecting Alana at the Greengrass ball, they were sorely disappointed when Lord Malfoy greeted her with silent approval that spoke louder than anything he might have vocalised. Lady Malfoy was more reserved, but that was to be expected. Alana was free to wander and eavesdrop with little to hinder her. Few were inclined to invite a child into their circle of conversation, but she made do. Daphne Greengrass was present with her younger sibling, Astoria, and more than willing to engage in a verbal tennis match without Draco there to interrupt either of them. Alana rather enjoyed it, and the pleased glint in the eyes of both young Greengrass' assured her the feeling was mutual.

With a gift bringing hope, comfort and relief, it was only fitting that Gaia bestow a curse of equal measure. A child to reap what it could not. A child born of death's greed and life's carelessness. Fate was rewritten then with the dignified scrawl of an unknown deity. Screaming and kicking at the divine injustice of it all, a new life was born into the world. Out of the frenzied passions of a drunkard and a drug addict from the shadowed back streets of London came Alana Hales. Out of the tattered folds of deaths cloak came the worn soul of one Alexis Crevan. 

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After an entire night.
"Eh… Why is it light outside?"
Seiji finally returned to his senses after he’d spent all night in a writing frenzy. The bright sunlight which streamed through his window roused him from his unnatural state.
He hurriedly checked the time.
What the hell—he pulled an all-nighter while writing!?
He blankly looked at the thick notebook in front of him. Previously, its pages were largely blank. Now, it had only three or four empty pages remaining.
He had lost himself in the process of writing his story…
While it was a fact that choosing an option like [write a story] would cause an irresistible urge to well up within him, Seiji had also been addicted to the enjoyment he derived from creating his own story, so he simply wasn’t able to stop himself.
‘Might as well stop here.’ He put down his pen and stretched.
Then, he picked up his book and speed-read through his creation that he had spent the entire night on.
‘…Wow.’
Seiji’s eyebrows gradually rose upwards as he continued reading.
‘Just… wow."
He flipped through the pages at a rapid pace.
‘Incredible… wow."
His eyeballs flicked from one line to the next as he finally finished.
*Smack!* Seiji forcefully closed his notebook.
‘Did I… truly write all this?’
He tried his best to restrain the excitement within him.
If he didn’t, he felt that he would begin shouting loudly with excitement right then and there.
That’s because his own story… was so engrossing!!
Seiji put down his notebook before he suddenly jumped up and backflipped, landing and finishing with a victory pose!
‘Yeah!!’
He was shouting as loudly as he could within his heart.
This would be the first story that the author Seiji ever wrote—a short story by the name of "I’ll die if I don’t become handsome!"
The main character was a formerly hot-blooded young man who fell into the clutches of depravity and became a NEET after life dealt him a cruel blow. One day, a mysterious spirit possessed him and forced him to become a handsome boy; if he didn’t comply, the spirit threatened to curse him to death.
Just from the story’s synopsis, one would think that this story was related to the supernatural genre as well as being a motivational novel. Instead, it was actually a huge battle between good and evil.
At first, the main character had to engage in activities he didn’t enjoy purely due to the mysterious spirit’s threats. He left his home, worked hard to lose weight, and made an effort in his studies, all in order to reach his target of becoming a handsome boy.
The comedy in this story came from the contrast between the protagonist’s inner comments and his actions: his depraved heart was furious at being coerced into doing all these things which were actually for his personal benefit, but the spirit forced him into behaving like a proactive, bright, even heroic person, thus helping him obtain the love of several beautiful girls.
Then, after receiving the female characters’ affection and care, the protagonist was moved by their feelings and finally began to live life seriously again. However, at this point, the story took a steep downturn.
A mysterious antagonist suddenly appeared and injured his childhood friend who had always cared for him right before his eyes. Only when the spirit which possessed him bequeathed a strange power unto him was he able to force the antagonist into retreating.
After that, the spirit explained its identity and meaning for existence to the protagonist. It stated why it was fighting against the antagonist and so on.
It needed the aid of the main character and required him to become truly handsome on the outside as well as heroic on the inside in order to defeat the evil forces that were invading and protect their land.
Under huge pressure and fearing the risk of death, the protagonist chose to escape from reality. He hid in his room, not wanting to do anything, and in the end, the disappointed spirit was forced to abandon him and face the evil head-on without even a corporeal body.
At the last moment, thanks to a gift from his childhood friend, the main character finally recalled his hot-blooded former self who resolutely believed in justice.
"So what if I die!? Rather than living on as someone worthless, I’d prefer to die as a true handsome boy!!"
The main character rushed to the battlefield filled with newfound resolution.
He combined with the spirit and transformed on the battlefield. After a fierce battle, he finally defeated the antagonist and saved the life of his childhood friend.
When his childhood friend regained consciousness, he had already returned to his human form which had sustained terrible injuries. He cried and apologized in front of her in an undignified manner, his face stricken with snot and tears.
Although the girl had been unconscious during the battle, she could still feel that something had happened, prompting her to gently stroke the protagonist’s face.
"The current you looks so awful… You’re even uglier than when you were hiding in your home. Nevertheless, I still feel like the current you—just like this—you’re… the handsomest boy I’ve ever seen!"
The story ended at that sentence.
Under Seiji’s newfound writing ability, this somewhat cliché story filled with various otaku references and a hot-blooded story of justice turned into a top-level bestseller potential story.
The beginning of the story had the main character’s depravity and unwillingness coming into conflict with the spirit’s arrogance and silliness, thus creating a comedic contrast. Each girl had her own unique character and personality that seemed almost life-like; they were all filled with humor and had their individual cute points.
In the latter part, the strange and evil antagonist’s cruel actions caused the main character to feel fear and inferiority, causing him to lose motivation and become depraved again. Then, his memories with his childhood friend instilled him with courage once more as he recalled his former hot-blooded self. This, the final climactic battle, and the moving feelings of relief and regret after victory… Every scene was described in considerable detail to the fullest extent of Seiji’s ability!
This was an excellent story.
At least in Seiji’s opinion, it was a story that he could finish in one sitting. It contained humor, tension, and even a moving scene at the end. It was a fun light novel that would leave him with no negative feelings after he finished reading it!
The only part was that it was so short… but that was why it was a short story.
At any rate, the story was so good that he could hardly believe it was something that he had written with his own hand.
Plus, it only took him the timeframe of one night!
Seiji slowly forced himself to calm down.
He wanted to get it published immediately… but first he had to type it again on his computer, save it in a document, and print it.
Or should he publish it on the internet instead?
‘Hmm, it seems like even getting it published requires some thought.’
Seiji glanced at the clock and noticed that it was time for him to go to work.
‘That’s right, work…’ He recalled the store’s owner, Rika Amami, and her cousin, Mayuzumi Amami, who was the author known as Peach-sensei.
Even though Peach-sensei was a mangaka, it was a field closely related to light novels, so it could be said that they were connected fields. Perhaps she’d be able to give him some advice?
She was probably quite busy… If so, then he should ask his boss Rika first, as she may know a few things as well.
After consideration, Seiji decided to bring his notebook to the confectionery store… Of course, he ripped out the portion containing his diary first.
It would be nice if Peach-sensei could read his story as well, even if she has androphobia. A story should be no problem at least, right?
Seiji didn’t expect her to have the free time, though, as he knew being a popular mangaka was bound to consume the majority of her time.
…
At the Divine Taste confectionery store.
Seiji walked directly to the store manager/owner’s office after arriving at the shop.
"Good morning, Haruta… er, Harano-kun. So… what brings you to my office today?" Rika Amami blinked in surprise upon seeing Seiji enter her office.
"Good morning, Store Manager." Seiji smiled in greeting. "Actually, I just wrote a short story in light novel format, and I want to get it published…"
He explained the situation and showed the notebook to her.
‘Light novel?’
Rika Amami was rather curious.
She knew that Seiji was an otaku, but being a consumer and a creator were two completely different things. Even if you read many otaku novels, you wouldn’t necessarily possess the creative ability required to write one.
Of course, after seeing and reading so many others, it was only natural to desire creating your own. In fact, most authors started like this.
However, a hobby or an impulsive action didn’t equal talent; it was only a part of what was required. It was naïve to think that you could enter the professional world with only this much.
Rika Amami didn’t feel that Seiji Haruta was the naïve type.
If he seriously wanted to get this published, it probably wasn’t a rough draft written on impulse, or else he wouldn’t even be able to get her approval.
A sense of curiosity welled up within her… What could he have written to make him act so seriously?
"Even though I’m not in that business, I know some basics thanks to my association with Mayuzumi. If you would like, I can introduce an excellent editor to you. But, before that, may I read your story?" Rika Amami smiled as she spoke.
 


Translator note: Apologies to the readers. This series is currently on hiatus. We ask for your understanding!
A 30-year-old Chinese NEET is reincarnated into the body of an otaku that choked to death on instant noodles. As he comes to grips with his new life, he realizes that this world is subtly different from Earth. The denizens of this world are far better looking, and this new world also possesses futuristic technology as well as mysterious Yin Yang masters! 
After reincarnating, he realized that he was endowed with a miraculous game-like system, which enables him to increase his own stats and transcend the limits of the human body. This system even has a game-breaking ability to save and load in real life!
In this new world that’s akin to a 2-D game, he just wants to enjoy life and head for a glorious future... However, he is quickly embroiled in a complex plot. Can he unlock his true potential and utilize his system to break the shackles that confine him and discover the truth about his previous body’s circumstances? 

"The Lake of Childhood '' - a story that was produced by a member of the dubbing team and a dazzling animator, is a bit old-fashioned romantic story. The inspiration for the story came from the relationship between the two people in the story in real life. Apparently, their relationship was opposed by their families, and the girl's family found a legendary rich second generation, so the girl's family didn't like the boy.
Hence a cliched and excessively romantic love story was unfolded. In the end, it was said that the parents of the girl also came to the amusement park, but were sharply criticized by Zhou Fu. For such a small amount of dowry money, they wanted the girl, who the amusement park had spent so much effort to train, to quit the job and go back home to get married. 
They wish!
It was said that the argument also got very big. But because Zhou Yu normally doesn't deal with this kind of thing, so he didn't know.
Although the rich second generation was pretty handsome, there was probably something wrong with his head. He drove a car and followed the girl's parents to the park to constantly taunt the dazzling animator in the park. According to the villagers of Luhua Village, the car that the rich second generation drove, at most, was a "mid-price" range car. So the guy's family could be considered slightly rich. It was just that he was so foolish to drive a car to the park to show off. Unless it was some girls who would listen to anything their parents said, otherwise, no one would fall in love with him.
The girl in the dubbing team was actually a very valiant girl. In front of many tourists in the amusement park, she actually took out a diamond ring and proposed to the dazzling animator. Under the shouts of the crowd, the dazzling animator nodded and agreed, then the two embraced passionately and kissed each other, making the second generation and the girl's parents choke with anger. However, the security guards of the amusement park were around them, while staring at the rich second generation with smirks. So the rich second generation couldn't do anything but watch them kiss each other.
Of course, things will not end so easily. There are still many things that two people have to overcome in the future, but their love story was crystallized after the proposal. "The Lake of Childhood" is an adaptation of this story, perfectly showing the story of a heroine who dares to love and pursue her true love.
Such a storyline, if it is made into other games, it will definitely be weird, so Zhou Yu decided to make it into a music game.
Hu Tu studio now has two development teams. It can produce two games at the same time, but since it is more troublesome to make games now, Zhou Yu would usually ask them to develop games when it was necessary, rather than require them to work hard every day.
If it was some small game, Zhou Yu would directly ask the level-one game company to do it. After all, it would not require any stories, all it needed was just Moe Coins.
Because there are already a lot of game idols in the amusement park, so this time, Zhou Yu used five people in the six-pointed star disc. In addition to Bai Mo, who has the ability to produce music, which is necessary to the music game, there were dance idol - Zi Tiao, Lou Baobao, Zhou Xiaoxiao, and Shadowless Hand.
After the story was selected, it would be a pity if they started to make a game straight away. At this time, Game Designer could use his skill, The involvement of idols, to improve the game designs.
Then Qi Yulin also needed to start working.
Zi Tiao was chosen as the heroine of the story. She didn't need any makeup, and could directly perform with her original appearance, but everyone else such as little Muli and Bai Mo needed to wear makeup according to the description in the script. Afterward, during the photoshoot, these materials would be handed over to the game designer, and all of them would be integrated into the game.
Then the game that came out last was very strange.
Obviously, it is a music game, but it has an RPG-like grand plot, and then there is a strange combat function.
The story tells a brave princess, who chose not to hide behind the tall wall of the castle and wait for her prince. Instead, she boldly and actively walked out of her castle to find her true love. Unfortunately, the greedy king wanted the princess to marry the prince of the rich country in exchange for a large amount of money. Helplessly, the princess could only fight back.
Because the fairy tale angel Zhou Xiaoxiao was not placed on the most important slot of the six-pointed star disc, the story was not very impressive, it could be considered as a simple Disney animated film.
What is really special is the music fight setting of the game.
There used to be a game called Audition Online that was once very popular. The fight setting of this game is a bit like that game. It also uses the fast input mechanism to initiate the musical ability to attack. It's just that this attack is not physical, but spiritual, because there is no bloody battle in this chibi version of the world.
Oh well, as long as the fairy tale angel Zhou Xiaoxiao is in the game, it is impossible to produce a game with bloody battle scenes. Hopefully, he would be able to find other game idols and replace Zhou Xiaoxiao's role from time to time. After all, making chibi-style games all the time would be very boring. Sometimes, he also wanted to play some games that had some bloody scenes.
The battle with the little minions is required to remember the input, while the battle with the boss is the real-time input. This setting is no different than any other music game.
This is a relatively casual game.
The game itself is still good, but Zhou Yu's reaction speed is always very slow, even if it is about playing a music game. Although "The heartless girl" was also once very difficult for him, after being tortured by it several times, he eventually could clear the game. However, when playing "The Lake of Childhood" he always couldn't press the correct key.
Even if it was the easiest mode, he still could not achieve the perfect score. In the end, he could only give up playing this game.
Oh well, this kind of game is not suitable for him after all.
But during testing, another way to play "The Lake of Childhood" made Zhou Yu even more desperate.
This game was planned to be released on the abyss console, and the abyss console has a motion capturing system and Karaoke system, that is to say, "The Lake of Childhood" can be played through a motion capturing system and Karaoke system, the console input could be directly replaced with singing and dancing. Dancing fierce dance steps and singing loudly, this kind of game is great for people who want to play with friends and families at home.
Compared with his slow reaction speed, Zhou Yu's singing and dancing are even worse, so in the end, he could only shake his head and sigh. .
After the game was made, in addition to the game disc, Zhou Yu also received a photo album. In there, it was all Zi Tiao's photos. And its background is still Luhua Village. Especially the swimwear at the beach, which occupies most of the photo album.
With a great body figure, this best dance idol of Luhua village is like an otaku killer. And our photographer Qi Yulin was also walking further and further on the path of an idol photographer. Every photo is full of teasing, almost making Zhou Yu want to do some unspeakable things.
Although he couldn't clear the game, it was not bad to receive this photo album.
However, this photo album should be handed over to the abyss console as soon as possible, otherwise, no matter where he hid it, Zhou Yu was afraid that it would still not be able to escape the search of little Muli and little Firefly. In case they accidentally found it, it would be as embarrassing as his mother found his Doujinshi collection. 
What's even worse is that Zi Tiao is also in Luhua City, if they told her about this, it would be even more embarrassing to meet her in the future.
Alas, it was really a shame.


Zhou Yu, a reclusive otaku, who did not like to go out of his house, was one day forced out of his house by a series of unexpected events.
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